Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 7

Steve drove me home, although he was fairly silent and sullen the entire drive. As for me, I naturally couldn’t get the event that just transpired out of my mind. I almost was inclined to believe I imagined the whole thing, but I could still feel Mrs. Parker’s gentle touch as she stroked me off. More than that, she asked me to come back. I was a bit confused but I was mostly horny. It had only been a short while, but I already wanted to do it again.

Once I got dropped off at home, Mom asked if I had fun. I lied and said it was great. Well, it wasn’t much of a lie, but there was no point in complaining about everything that went wrong, and I certainly would never tell anyone what happened with me and Steve’s mom. I wasn’t an idiot. If I told anyone, it could potentially ruin her life. I might have considered it before to screw Steve over, but certainly not now. I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I excused myself from dinner and hid myself in my room.

When I reached the door, I had a bitter expression. My stepdad did what he said he was going to do. The lock had been removed from my room. Now, I had no privacy at all.

“Looks like you’re not going to get to wank off anymore, you little pervert.” I heard a voice from down the hall.

My stepsister was standing there wearing a tight, low-cut dress that revealed more skin than it covered. The fabric was black and shiny, and it seemed to cling to her body, hugging every curve of her body. She wore heavy makeup and she had her hair up in ties. Complete with a pair of strappy black stilettos, and she looked like a slutty prom date. I could smell her thick perfume from here.

Normally, she would have completely embarrassed me with words like that. I wouldn’t even be able to look at her without blushing. Yet, for some reason, I felt calmer than I had in a long time.

“Aren’t you projecting? You’re the one who masturbates all the time.”

“Ugh, are you spying on me?” She took a step back, a look of disgust on her face.

“I have no interest in you at all,” I responded disdainfully. “I prefer a mature woman.”

Her eyes widened, but before she could say anything, a voice came from the bottom steps of the stairway. “Honey, is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, dad!” She panicked, throwing a coat around her slutty ensemble, before walking to the top of the stairs once it was mostly covered. “I’m going out with the girls tonight. Don’t wait up.”

“Oh, well, don’t stay out too long!” Her dad responded and walked away.

“I wonder what guys you’re going to get run through tonight.” I sneered as I opened my door.

She shot me a hateful look. “You don’t understand anything. I’ll make you eat your words.”

She spun around angrily and headed down the stairs. I shrugged and entered my room. It was only upon settling down that I realized that was the first time I had ever had a conversation with her and wasn’t made to feel like a fool.

I knew I had homework to do, but it was only Saturday, so I had all of Sunday to worry about getting that done. I stripped down to a shirt and underwear, which was usually what I slept in and then I chilled in my bed and kept replaying the scene of Mrs. Parker and myself over and over in my head again while relaxing. Like that, I fell asleep.

“Lucas! Up! Time for church!”

My door burst open and I cried out. I couldn’t remember what dream I was having, but suddenly being awoken put me in a panic. I ended up kicking my sheets to the side as I looked around in a panic. I quickly realized it was my stepdad. His eyes fell lower down, and his expression grew stern.

“Church? What?” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “When did we go to church?”

“Your mother and I decided that you need religion. You’re going to church with us.” He declared, shaking his head. “Maybe Jesus can spare you from your evil thoughts.”

He turned and left. I stared after him and then looked down to see my thing was hanging out. It was partially erect thanks to morning wood. My dick rarely grew fully erect. It seemed to have stages, from unaroused to slightly wood, to hard. It also seemed to grow bigger at each stage. It had been Mrs. Parker last night who had finally brought it to its full erection, but that had only lasted moments before it exploded.

I blushed slightly, but then I grew angry when I thought about how he barged in on me, and what was all of this crap about church? I still got up and got dressed, and when I came downstairs I saw Mom in a rather nice dress. She looked at my shirt and jeans and made a face.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” she asked with a dispirited expression.

My stepdad came out while buttoning up a shirt. “We’re going to church, not school. You need to dress better than that. Wear a nice shirt.”

“I don’t have any nice clothes,” I responded helplessly. “We’ve never gone to church.”

“Of course, you have nice clothes.” Mom put her hands on her hips. “What about those school pictures we took?”

“That was two years ago,” I spoke in disbelief. “They don’t fit me anymore.”

“You have to have something nice.” My stepdad growled.

“I don’t. You don’t buy me any clothes.”

“Are you giving me a tone?” He glowered.

“Huh? No.” I shook my head. “I just don’t have anything. Why are we doing church?”

“Honey, your father and I have been talking.” Mom looked at me awkwardly. “And we just think that a little bit of religion might be good for you… c-considering your proclivities.”

“Is this about Jenna? Oh my god, I didn’t do anything! Jenna was the one being perverted with the bathroom door hanging open! Why isn’t she here?”

“Jenna works nights. When she comes home, she’s tired and doesn’t always think to close doors.” My stepdad snapped. “That’s why you need to be more mindful!”

Mom touched my stepdad, and he took a breath and backed up. “Honey, you know Jenna stays out late. She’s too tired to come to church with us.”

“This is so unfair…”

“Honey, I’ve been thinking we should go to church more anyway. Can you please just do it for me? Can you let your mom have one selfish request?”

I wanted to turn her down, but in truth, I did love my mother and I wanted her to be happy. After a few tense moments, I nodded.

“I’ll go.”

That’s how my Sunday morning ended up being ruined. Although we never went to church, we technically had one. My biological dad was very traditional and he had to dress up the entire family and go to church every day. He was a strict guy, but my real death was always fair. He would have never let his daughter whore herself around like Jenna does.

When mom married my stepdad, he was far less hands-on. At first, I thought he was the coolest dad because of it. Yet, because he didn’t make as much money in his job as my old dad, his mom had to start working too. He also let his daughter get away with way too much and always made excuses for her. It was the masturbation incident though when I finally started to realize my dad was better than my stepdad would ever be. I even felt like this was all punishment for initially turning my back on my dad for my stepdad.  It was too late to cry about it though.

Our church was a non-denominational Christian church. We arrived early, as my stepdad hated being even a minute late for anything and would rather be twenty minutes early. It felt awkward walking into a place I hadn’t been to in nearly ten years. That didn’t stop Mom from quickly finding a clique of women to talk to. They immediately started gossiping with each other excitedly in the corner. My stepdad made scarce almost as soon as we arrived as well. He was drinking coffee and sucking down grocery store donuts. I found myself abandoned at the church almost as soon as I arrived.

That was fine with me though. I decided it was best to just find a corner to hide in. Mom and Dad wouldn’t even notice I was gone until service was over. As I went looking for such a place, I felt a tap on the back of my shoulder. I turned around to see a beautiful woman standing there. She was tall and graceful, with blonde hair that ran down her back in shimmering waves. She was wearing an alluring black dress that accentuated the curves of her body and looked just a tad scandalous for church. She also wore a lot of makeup, making her face appear flawless. She was someone I seemed to recall caring about her public appearance greatly.

“M-Mrs. Anderson?”

The woman’s lips curled into a sultry smile. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you here, Lucas.”

“Ah, y-yeah.”

It felt awkward talking to this woman. It wasn’t just because she was the wife of the pastor, and I felt a bit guilty after avoiding church for years. My true awkwardness came from the fact that her daughter was the very girl I had a crush on. Steve’s girlfriend, Danielle, was her child. Yes, Danielle was the daughter of a church pastor. It wasn’t that surprising that she had a reputation as a slut, all things considered.

Mrs. Anderson moved to stand next to me. “How have you been, lately?”

I glanced up at her. She was staring intently at me, a sly smile on her face.

“Good. What about yourself, Mrs. Anderson?” I tried to remain polite, but distant.

“Call me Mrs. Anderson again, and you’ll see.”

My face fell. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Lucas.” She laughed a sweet laugh.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I stared at her, confused.

Mrs. Anderson chuckled, reaching forward and placing her hand on my shoulder. Her fingers felt hot through the fabric of my shirt.

“Don’t you remember? I don’t like those formal addresses. Call me by my first name, Hailey.”

“M-ma’am…”

She pouted. “You’re going to make me feel even older.”

I had almost forgotten how difficult she could be. Mrs. Anderson had always been this way. She usually took care of the kids while her husband gave his sermon. I had been in her Sunday school countless times back then. I remembered how she used to bend over in front of you while teaching and you could see right down her blouse. Everyone said she was great with kids, but I always thought she was a bit too flirtatious, especially with the older boys. Suffice it to say, she never had a problem when she needed young boys as volunteers, and for that, her husband seemed to overlook her bolder way of dressing.

If anything, she was the moral compass of the local community, and she encouraged other women to dress just as boldly. If even the pastor’s wife didn’t act like a prude, how could any other woman of middle age? At least, that was my interpretation of things now that I was a little older. At the time, I had a big crush on her, and I’m pretty sure the crush I had on Mrs. Anderson eventually ended up transferring over to her daughter. She was the reason I had met Danielle, and probably why I had fallen for her.

“I thought my daughter would date you.” Her words snapped me out of my trance.

“Huh? Me?”

She nodded. “Yes. But… Well, you know how girls are. They always let the good ones get away.”

“Oh, yeah,” I responded woodenly, just agreeing with her.

“Well, it’s not like her father will let her date.”

“What?” I blinked, feeling like I didn’t hear her right.

“My husband…” She sighed. “I told her that Danielle needs to get out there and experience the world, but he’s so scared of her getting hurt that he won’t let her do anything, kind of like me…”

“You?”

She leaned close, her lips near my ear. “Want to hear a secret? I had to tell my husband she was going to an all-girls birthday party just so that he’d okay it.”

“Seriously? He didn’t want her to go to Steve’s party?”

To be fair, his party did end up being a bit inappropriate, but Steve was supposed to be dating her. Had they been dating all of this time without her father’s permission? On that note, how slutty could she be with a father figure like that?”

“Shhh!” She tugged my shirt. “This is just our little secret. Okay?”

She smiled at me, and I felt blood flowing to certain places once again as my heart beat strongly in my ears. I had almost forgotten how tempting she had been. Then again, I hadn’t had the blood flow that I have nowadays, so I had never reacted like before.

“Okay…” I nodded dumbly, reworking water in my mouth.

With her mouth so close to my ear, I couldn’t help but remember what I had done with Mrs. Miller. For the briefest moment, I wondered if Mrs. Anderson would be just as accommodating. Then, I shook my head. I had to keep such thoughts distant. There was no way that the pastor’s wife would be interested in a teenage boy.

“Good.” She winked at me, and then leaned even closer, her chest almost touching my arm. “Do you mind doing me a favor?”

“Wh-what’s that?”

“Can you join me in the basement? I need your help with something.”

Her words were like an explosion in my brain. I didn’t know what to think. She wanted to go somewhere private. The last time I was in a basement, Mrs. Miller was giving me a hand job. I didn’t want to think that such a strange event was recurring, but my brain couldn’t process it. I tried to think of another reason why Mrs. Anderson might need me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. The only thing I could do was nod.

Mrs. Anderson smiled at me once again and then reached out her hand. She grabbed me by the arm, leading me to a door that went into the basement. A few eyes watched us, but Mrs. Anderson was always leading around the teenage boys. It was almost her favorite pastime. The door opened into a dark room, but the light flickered on as soon as it detected movement. There was a staircase, and she brought me away from the crowd into the basement. As the door closed behind us, it cut off most of the sound of chatter. Now, all I could hear was my breathing.

The basement was mostly used as an overflow area for the church. There was a hallway with a dozen tooms. Some rooms were used for storage, while others were extra classrooms for when they were needed. At the moment, it was empty except for Mrs. Anderson and me. More than that, I heard the church piano begin playing, which signified the beginning of the service, so everyone would be there and we were completely alone.

Mrs. Anderson led me through the basement until we reached one of the storage rooms. She opened the door and gestured inside.

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

She was still holding onto my arm, and I was afraid of what she might do. There were too many similarities to what happened with Mrs. Miller. Did Mrs. Anderson do this with a lot of boys? Would it matter to me if the answer was yes?  As I thought these things, I felt more and more blood pumping down below. I wasn’t at full stiffness yet, but if Mrs. Anderson looked down, she’d see a distinct snake in my pants.

“Wh-what did you want me to do?” I asked, trying to slouch the best I could.

Mrs. Anderson turned to me. “I need help with the boxes.”

She gestured to a bunch of boxes on the top shelf. I was a head over Mrs. Anderson, and it was clear she couldn’t reach them.

“Oh…”I let out a breath of relief.

I was being stupid. Of course, that’s what she meant. If it hadn’t been for my night with Mrs. Miller, I would never have let my imagination run rampant.

“I’ll get this box, and if you could grab the one next to it!” She declared, climbing a step stool to reach my height.

“Sure.”

I watched as she climbed up the stool. The stool was three steps, but even on the third step, she had to get on her tiptoes to grab the box. In that position, her dress came up, and it became dangerous and close to showing me underneath. My breath grew staggard since I was still aroused after our previous confusion. I couldn’t help but notice the way her ass was pushed out. It was round and tight, and if I just kneeled a bit, I could see everything.

“Wh-ahhh!” Mrs. Anderson’s grip slipped, and then she fell back.

I cried and tried to grab her. She ended up falling back on me hard. I fell, and she fell right on top of me. I felt my rod bend as her butt fell right on top of it. It felt painful, but also strangely good.

“Oh… clumsy… you saved me, thank you- huh? What’s that?” She was in the process of wiggling on top of me, but to my horror, she was wiggling against my partially hardened dick.

She could feel it through my pants. There was no denying it now!

“Th-that’s not…” I tried to move her, but she didn’t budge.

Mrs. Anderson had a surprised look on her face. It wasn’t the expression of disgust that I had expected. It was more of a thoughtful one. Her eyes moved from my face down to the area her butt was on top of. A slightly amused grin formed on her face.

“Oh my, Lucas, is this what I think it is?”

“N-no! It’s…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad at all. I’m a little happy.” She laughed, wiggling her hips as she moved to straddle my lap. “At least, someone appreciates how hard I work to remain sexy.”

As she said that, she got up. She turned around and went to hold her hand to me, but then her eyes fell on it, and she froze. I quickly stood up, shaking out my pants and slouching so that the thing running down my inner thigh wasn’t as visible. Mrs. Anderson watched the entire time, making me feel even more embarrassed.

“Mrs. Anderson, I’m sorry! It wasn’t on purpose.”

She blinked, shaking her head as if she was snapping out of something before looking up at me and smiling. “You’ve been keeping a big secret, haven’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep this a secret between us, okay?

I let out a breath of relief, realizing she wasn’t angry. “Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Ow!”

She suddenly pinched me. I looked at her in surprise.

“I already said…” She gave me a mysterious smile, “It’s Hailey.”