Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 6

As soon as it registered with everyone where the bottle fell, there was hooting and hollering. All the boys looked at me with mocking looks. Even Steve wore a smug expression on his face while shrugging like what was he going to do? I wanted to punch his teeth out. The girls all whispered and giggled. Danielle was looking at me, but it was hard to say what she was thinking. Stephanie didn’t act nearly so vague. She stuck out her tongue and made an exaggerated gagging noise.

“Him? Why did I get him? Let me roll again!”

“Fuck, no!” Steve shouted. “Rules are the rules!”

He was immediately backed by all the other guys. It was clear that none of them wanted to be it. Stephanie finally glared down at me with her unibrow and huffed.

“Fine, get in there with me!” She practically ordered.

I heard more giggling and laughing, but I didn’t have a choice. I got up with her and followed her into the pool shed. When we entered, I was surprised that it was both lit and roomy. I was expecting a dark and crowded closet, but there was a fair amount of room. There was a lightbulb which had enough light to see as well.

As the door shut behind me, I backed off into a corner, counting the seconds until I was a free man again. Stephanie scowled as she looked around the room. After a few seconds, she made an irritated growl.

“It’s too messy, whatever.” She turned to me. “Get over here.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“It’s seven minutes in heaven, not seven minutes in boredom. I want to see what you have.”

I almost broke into laughter, not able to believe what she was saying. “Let’s just wait it out.”

“What are you, gay?” She asked, walking over to me. “I came to this party because I wanted to have my first romance. I don’t know why a loser like you got invited to this party, but it’s your lucky day.”

“You’re first romance?” I asked incredulously. “There is nothing romantic about this place.”

Stephanie stood in front of me, looking down at me. She was a big girl, tall and wide. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and a white shirt with a blazer over it. Her hair was long, and her skin was tanned. However, the tan wasn’t enough to cover up all the blemishes on her face. Even the low lighting of the room wasn’t enough to completely hide her imperfections.

“Then you’re not doing a good enough job.” She reached out a grabbed me.

I felt her hands on my waist, pulling me in, her body pressing against mine. She had a wide frame and a powerful grip. I couldn’t believe she was trying to kiss me. I turned away, feeling her lips hit my chin. She pulled away, looking at me angrily.

“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded, glaring.

“Let’s not do this.” I tried to step back, but her arms held me in place.

“No. We are going to do this. And you’re going to like it.”

Her hand went down to my pants, grabbing at the hem as she pulled me over. She leaned in, and her mouth hit the edge of mine, her lips pressing into me.

“Stop.” I tried to step back, pushing my weight back, but her grip held me firm. “Stop it!”

Her arms moved quickly, wrapping around me as she held me tight, her grip holding my arms to my side.

“Stop being a pussy!” She growled, grabbing my shirt.

I pulled back, and I heard a rip of fabric. However, I was free of her grip. There wasn’t that much space though, so I tried to dive for it. However, her leg came up, knocking me in the chest. She had big, heavy feet. The kick hurt, and knocked the wind out of me. I felt my chest contract, and then the world seemed to go upside down.

The next thing I knew, my back was on the floor, and the lights were shining in my eyes. Stephanie was standing over me, glaring down.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do all the work.” She dropped down on top of me, her legs pinning mine down.

I tried to wriggle free, but it was futile. She was way too strong. I pushed against her, but she just laughed. She leaned down, grabbed my shirt, and yanked it off. It ripped down the middle, leaving my bare chest exposed. I felt the cold air on my skin and the pressure of her thighs around my waist.

“You’re pathetic.” She said, looking at my flat chest that had no hair on it.

She put her hands on my stomach, pushing her palms into my skin. Her fingers curled, and she began scratching at my skin. The pressure hurt, and her nails scratched my skin.

“Ow! Stop!”

“You think that hurts? Let’s see how you feel about this.”

I watched as she moved her hand up to my nipple, pinching it between her fingers.

“Stop!” I cried out, squirming under her.

“Make me.”

I tried, but the pain from her pinches was intense. My hands went to hers, trying to push them away.

“You’re so weak, I can’t believe I have to be the one to take your virginity.”

“Virginity!” I cried out.

I didn’t want my first time to be in this fucking closet. She pulled off her blouse, revealing a pair of large titties hanging from a mid-sized bra. She had hair in her underarms and I smelled a waft of BO.

“That’s right. You’re going to lose your virginity to me, aren’t you happy?” She said, grabbing my pants.

“No!”

I wasn’t sure if my fight-or-flight response was triggered or what, but I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. I grabbed a pole and pulled myself free from under her. She had been grabbing my outer swimwear, so when I pulled I came right off it. The only swimsuit I had on was the one that was too tight. She looked up angrily, but then her eyes fell on the outline in my pants.

“What is that?” She asked.

I didn’t even know how to respond. She was trying to have sex with me, and she didn’t even know what my penis was? Was she stupid?

“It’s my dick,” I responded.

“Fuck off!” She seemed angry suddenly. She lunged at me and in a swift motion, pulled down my pants.

“Hey!”

My dick was finally freed of its tight restraints, and even though I wasn’t aroused in this situation, it still fell out with a flop, bouncing in front of Stephanie. She stared at my dick, her eyes wide, her mouth agape. That was it. My life was over. Things couldn’t get any worse.

The door flung open, and the two of us turned to see a person standing there. I thought Steve might have opened the door to embarrass us, but it was Steve’s mom. She had her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face.

“You- ah!” She went to yell, but then her eyes fell on my thing.

Stephanie broke into tears, her face turning red as she shoved past Steve’s stunned mom. I turned away desperately trying to get my dick back in those tight swim trunks. I could hear a voice outside.

“What happened? Holy crap, were they screwing in there? Stephanie and Lucas? Haha!” Steve’s mocking voice came from behind.

Steve’s mom seemed to snap out of her gaze, turning and yelling. “You’re not out of the crap pile yet, mister! Get inside with everyone else!”

“Y-yes, Mom!” I heard his steps retreating.

She turned back, but instead of looking angry, she looked a bit uncertain. “Get your clothes back on.”

“M-my shirt was ripped,” I spoke, looking down at the tattered remains.

“You can borrow one of my husbands, work shirts over there.” She gestured, her eyes not meeting mine.

I looked where she pointed. There seemed to be a bucket full of old shirts. Most of them had holes in them, but they were enough. I didn’t need to shirt. It was the final backup to keep my dick from being exposed. If my swim trunks were wet and sticking together, an oversized shirt was perfect for hiding all of it. I made sure I was completely covered and then I joined Steve’s mom inside.

As soon as I walked in, one of the guys grabbed my shirt. “Dude, what did you do to her, you freak?”

“Huh?” I blinked. “Where’s Stephanie?”

The girl who had acted flirtatious and allegedly gave a boy a handjob was glaring at me. They all had hostile looks.

“She’s outside. She says she’s going home.” One of the blonde girls spat. “She’s crying hard.”

“I didn’t touch her!” I declared. “She-“

I was going to say she came onto me, but I realized my audience. Not a single person there would believe me. They all seemed to think I sexually assaulted her. They were all looking at me like I was scum. What the hell? I didn’t even do anything. Now, Stephanie was acting weird. I wanted to go out and resolve the situation. However, what could she say that would make it better? A girl took one look at my dick and cried? Speaking of which, Steve’s mom was looking at me strangely too. I wanted to ask if things could get any worse, but I had already had those words thrown in my face once.

“We’re going to have the rest of the party in here.” Steve’s Mom declared. “I’m going to bring in the cake.”

Steve walked over to me. “If you intended to ruin my birthday, congratulations, you succeeded.”

“What the hell did I do?”

“The ruckus you made sexually assaulting Stephanie brought my mom outside. Do you think we’re going to get to do anything fun the rest of the night? I knew you were a bastard, but please, never fucking call me again.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I shot back.

“Happy birthday…” The familiar song began as Steve’s mom returned.

I was in a sour mood, but the feeling appeared to be mutual. Steve was right. Playing indoors under his mom’s watchful gaze, the party quickly died. We all ate cake, he opened his presents, and then people started calling their parents to leave. By that point, Stephanie had already been picked up and taken away in a black unmarked car. I watched from the window as she looked my way once before entering the car.

“One by one, everyone left. Danielle was the last one to leave. She looked like she had something she wanted to say every time she looked at me, but she ultimately never spoke a word. When she left, Steve’s mom walked up to Steve, whose expression looked a bit sour, and then pulled out a pair of keys.

“I’m sorry your party couldn’t be as… exciting as you wanted, honey.” She spoke, handing the keys to him. “Maybe this will cheer you up.”

“The car!” Steve cried out. “Really?”

Steve’s mom smiled gently. “You earned it.”

“Can I take it out right now?” He asked excitedly.

His Mom smiled and nodded, she waved him off, and he rushed out to the car. I watched as it left the driveway. It was a pretty nice car, a convertible. I could see why he wanted it so bad. As he drove down the street, I realized he had seemingly forgotten I was still there. He didn’t even invite me to go with him or offer to drive me home.

Feeling irritated, I walked back to his room. When I couldn’t find my change of clothing, I remembered that his mom offered to wash it. They had their washer and dryer in the basement, right? I opened the door and headed down. I could hear the dryer going at that moment. It was imbalanced, and there was a loud rhythmic thudding sound. The light was on, so I didn’t hesitate to walk down. As I got closer, I realized I could hear something on top of the drying. It was heavy breathing mixed with moans.

I turned around to Steve’s mom. She was holding the drying as it thumped, her legs wrapped around the corner. Her face was red and she was letting out rough breaths and light moans.

“Mrs. Parker?”

Mrs. Parker nearly jumped. She let out a cry, falling back. I reached forward, half expecting her to fall, but she managed to save herself at the last moment.

“Ah! L-lucas! What are you doing here?” She cried out.

“Um, I never left?” I asked helplessly. “Didn’t you have my clothing?”

“Th-that’s right!” Her face turned red, and she quickly opened the dryer.

It was at that moment I realized she wasn’t wearing what she had worn before. Before, she had pants on. Now, she had a long shirt on, and while it covered her butt, it didn’t look like she had anything else but underwear on. My dick started to react, and I felt myself in a panic. I grabbed my swim trunks and pulled them down, freeing my dick. At the same time, Mrs. Parker seemed to find my clothes and turn. She ended up seeing me naked again.

“Ah!” She cried out, looking away. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Changing!” I cried out, grabbing the pants she had given me.

“E-even so…”

I went to put the pants back on, but seeing Mrs. Parker there, her face red with embarrassment, a thought came to me. I had questions I always wanted to know, and I felt like no one would ever tell me the truth.

“Is it… weird?” I asked.

“What?” She asked, still looking away.

“My… thing,” I responded, feeling regretful now that I was asking.

“Your… ah!” She looked back over, but her eyes saw it again.

This time, though, she didn’t look away. She stared at it almost like it was a snake. I was starting to feel self-conscious.

“Stephanie cried after seeing it. I’ve had a lot of people have weird reactions. Is there something wrong with it?” I asked, trying to catch her attention.

“Hm?” She looked up, her eyes flickering back down once before finally jumping to me again. “Ah! It’s… it’s fine.”

She looked away, a strange expression on her face. Now that I had worked up the courage to ask somebody, I couldn’t just walk away. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She jumped slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mrs. Parker, please…”

“Call me… Carley.”

“Ah… C-carley.” I frowned, feeling a bit stranger.

“How far did you go?” She asked.

“Huh?”

“With Stephanie?”

“We didn’t do anything. I swear!” I was hoping this was my chance to vindicate myself. “Stephanie was all over me, but she only just got my pants down when you opened the door.”

She glanced back at me, biting her lip with a considering look. “You’re saying… you’re a virgin?”

“My face turned slightly red. “Yeah. I am.”

“I see…” She responded, looking down. “Does it hurt?”

“Ah! N-no.” I grabbed my dick, realizing it was still part hard, but with it out already, I had nowhere to put it, so I ended up just holding it. “Is it supposed to?”

She looked at it for a bit like she was considering something. Then, her hand reached out and touched it. I gasped when her hand touched it, and she pulled back.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” I responded. “Um… it felt good.”

She reached out and then touched my dick again. This time, she wrapped her hand around it. She stepped up to me.

“I can take care of it if you want.” She responded, sounding somewhat cautious.

“Take care of…”

“You can’t tell anyone!” Her voice grew serious.

“I-I won’t!”

I was still a bit confused, but I was starting to come to a realization. My awkward teenage brain wanted to say I was misinterpreting things, but Mrs. Parker’s hand was still wrapped around my dick. My body shuddered. It felt good. Her hand began moving up and down, stroking my dick. I could hear the soft sounds of her hand on my shaft as she jerked me off.

She leaned against me, her arm running down my abdomen until it ended at her fist around my dick. It was so embarrassing, but her hand felt so good. I tried to stay quiet, but little moans would slip out here and there. As she went, she was breathing hard too, hot breaths touching my cheek as she pressed against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I was almost afraid to move.

She pulled away for a moment and took off her shirt. I felt my face go red as I saw her tits. Her breasts were big, nice, and round. They looked so soft, and I could see her nipples were already hard.

I wanted to ask what we were doing, but I didn’t have the guts. She was leaning into me, pressing her breasts into my side, while her hand jerked me off. It was an indescribable feeling. It felt so wrong, but her body was so warm and felt so nice. My cock was getting harder and harder in her grip.

“It’s even bigger.” She gasped.

My eyes were fixated on her. She stroked the entire length of my cock enthusiastically. Up and down. Up and down. I couldn’t help but watch. My dick was throbbing in her hand. I could hear her breathing heavily. My body felt hot, and my heart was racing. She was making little noises like she was enjoying it too. Her breasts were pushing into me.

I felt a tightening in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum.

“I-I’m gonna…” I began.

“It’s okay, you can do it.” She moaned, picking up her pace.

My breathing was erratic, and my eyes were locked onto her tits as they bounced with each stroke of her hand.

“Mrs. Parker… I’m cumming.”

I could barely hold back the moan as the pleasure overtook me. I exploded, shooting cum onto the ground. I shot string after string as my body shovered. I felt myself leaning back against the dryer as my entire body seemed to become paralyzed with joy.

“So much…” She commented.

I couldn’t look at her. My body was shaking as my cock twitched and pulsed. There was cum everywhere. Cum was all over the floor, her hand, and even some of their clothing. I was still panting when she finally let go of my cock. My body slumped, and I slid down the side of the dryer, landing on my ass.

I looked up at her, and she was just staring down at me, her face red and her breathing heavy. I didn’t know what to say. I was scared. I was afraid that she would have second thoughts.

“Are you okay?” She asked, hesitantly.

“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “Are you?”

“I’m good.” She responded.

“Mom!” We both heard a shout from upstairs.

I got up and quickly pulled my pants up, buttoning them up and putting my belt back on. I didn’t bother trying to clean up the mess. I just concentrated on getting my clothing back on. Mrs. Parker also put a new blouse on and buttoned it up quickly as she walked to the stairway. She finished just as she arrived, looking up.

“Steve, you still got to bring your friend home.”

“Huh? Who?” Steve asked.

I checked and made sure there was no evidence of what we did before I stepped next to his mom. For some reason, I was expecting him to become suspicious. Then again, who would expect a loser friend to just get a hand job from their mom? I had experienced it, and I still couldn’t believe it.

“Are you still here?” Steve asked, making a face. “Fine, whatever.”

He turned away, and I could hear his steps heading back to the entrance. It was clear he was still excited to drive more.

“Go on.” Mrs. Parker nudged me.

I looked at her. After what just happened, I had no clue what to say.

“Um… thank you, for that…”

She looked at me blankly, and my first turned red. This was far too embarrassing. Just as I was about to take the first step of the stairway of shame, she grabbed me from behind. His hand reached around and squeezed the front of my pants.

“Come back soon.” She whispered in my ear, before backing away.

I willed myself not to look back. I made it halfway up the stairs before I did, but she had already retreated into the laundry room.

“Lucas, move your ass!” Steve was standing at the top of the stairs, glaring at me.

His glare seemed to be less cutting than it had been before. Everything seemed a lot less worrisome. It felt like something in me had finally been freed. I had no clue what that was, but I was eager to find out.