Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 8

Every since Mrs. Anderson accidently touched me, the atmosphere between us had felt weird. She kept glancing my way and smiling to herself. She also kept putting her hand on my arms.

“You got big, strong arms.” She smiled. “Can you lift these for me?”

For the rest of church, she had me running up and down the stairs moving stuff. She had seemingly stopped helping and stood to the side, watching me with her arms crossed while biting her lip. After I had accidentally offended her, I feared the worst. I thought she might tell my parents, or even make a scene at the church, but nothing happened.

I already suspected she’d take it out on me, but I didn’t think it would be done in such a manner. She used me like a workhorse, and by the time church let out, I was sweating and panting. She seemed to be very satisfied with that. She walked up to me while I was recovering my breath.

“You’re sweating.” She said, sniffing. “You stink.”

“S-sorry…” I felt even more embarrassed because I hadn’t worn deodorant.

My parents had dragged me out all of a sudden, and I hadn’t expected I’d be working this hard in a long-sleeve dress shirt. There were water stains down my back and my pits. I looked disgusting. She had succeeded in properly punishing me. I was just waiting for the punishment to finally end.

“You know, cleanliness is close to godliness.” She declared. “We should get you cleaned up.”

“Wh-what?”

“We have a tub in the basement. It’s the baptism tub, but what the husband never told anyone is that it’s just a hot tub. When everyone’s gone, we used to play in it.” She smirked, lifting a finger at me. “Ah, but that’s our little secret. Although, if you want to-”

Whatever she was going to say was lost as the door opened to the sanctuary and bored people started to pour out. It was only a few moments when I heard my voice being called.

“Lucas? Lucas!” Mom looked around, and when she saw me, she frowned.

My stepdad was right behind Mom, and he glowered when he saw me. Mrs. Anderson clicked her tongue, but when my parents reached us, she was smiling and seemed to have taken an extra step away from me.

“Did you sneak off during church?” She demanded. “I told you that we were coming here for you?”

“Why do you look like that?” My stepdad continued. “What have you been doing? Are you messing around?”

I opened my mouth, not quite sure how to respond, but surprisingly Mrs. Anderson stepped forward. “I’m sorry. It was me.”

“Huh? Hailey?” My stepdad blinked.

She chuckled. “Please, I’m married. Husband might get jealous if you call me anything other than Mrs. Anderson.”

“S-sorry.” He flushed.

“What were you saying about Lucas?” Mom looked a bit unhappy to the point you’d think my stepdad was flirting with Mrs. Anderson.

“I was saying that I had him helping out the church earlier, so he missed the service. He did me a big favor though, so I hope you don’t hold it against him too much.”

Mom glanced at me and then back at her. “I see, I’m sorry. When I didn’t see him earlier, I panicked a bit.”

Mrs. Anderson chuckled. “It’s fine. I’d be frightened if my daughter suddenly disappeared and I didn’t know where she went either.”

“Ah! That’s right! Danielle, how is she doing? I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s started running the Sunday school for me.” Mrs. Anderson responded. “She is taking over my duties quite well.”

“W-we understand.” My stepdad finally seemed to recover. “I hope our son hasn’t inconvenienced you too much. I know you’re a busy woman.”

“Not at all.” Mrs. Anderson smirked. “I noticed you haven’t come in a while, but you said you came to church for Lucas?”

My mom flushed slightly. “He’s been… having some behavioral problems. We’ve been worried.”

Her smile grew. “He is a growing boy, nearly a man now. Such things aren’t unexpected.”

“Do you have any advice for us?” Stepdad asked, causing my mom to glare at him.

“Well, I always find words don’t do much.” She admitted. “However, nothing is better than hard work to straighten a boy out.”

“Hard work…” My stepdad nodded as if he had the same idea.

“As it so happens, we’re in the process of preparing an expansion for the church. I could use a lot of help in the coming weeks. Perhaps you should send your son to me, next Wednesday? My husband goes to other struggling churches and advises them on Wednesdays, so I don’t have anyone to help me with the heavy lifting.”

I kept my expression from falling at her words. It sounded like Mrs. Anderson wasn’t done torturing me. Did I pick up another bully? I tried to give my mother pleading eyes to not force me to go to church during the precious few hours I had during my weekdays, but she was already nodding thoughtfully.

“It sounds good. I’ll make sure he comes!” My hateful stepdad agreed.

Mrs. Anderson smiled, but then noticing me she leaned forward. “You don’t need to worry so much. I won’t bite. You might find me putting you to work more enjoyable than you think.”

She gave me a wink and then turned away. However, I didn’t feel any better about it. I was a young guy, and I was already being grounded by my stepdad. Now, on top of that, I had spent my hump day with the pastor’s wife? The worst part of it was that there were genuinely some guys looking at me with jealousy, like by gaining Mrs. Anderson’s favor, I was lucky. Thankfully, I didn’t know any of these guys from my school, but I still didn’t like getting glared at.

Thankfully, at heart, my dad wasn’t very religious and he didn’t stay long before dragging us out to the car and taking us home. Mom spoke excitedly about the conversations she had with the other women. It had been a long time since she had gone to church and she had missed out on all the gossip. She was happier than I had seen her in a long time. She appeared to have missed going to church more than she expected.

Perhaps, having been forced to go wasn’t all bad if it put Mom in a spirited mood. My stepdad seemed to think the same way, smiling slightly as he listened to her chatter about various rumors.

“Wait, what did you say?” I asked when I heard a familiar name.

“Oh… that’s right, Julie Smith is a teacher at your school, isn’t she?”

“Y-yeah… Mrs. Smith.” I responded. What was it about her?”

Mom blushed slightly. “Ah, they’re just rumors, but rumors have it that she’s pregnant.”

“She doesn’t look pregnant.” I thought back to when I had seen her last Friday, and she had been slim and provocative as ever.

“Honey, it usually takes like four months before the baby starts to show. It’s probably still early on in the pregnancy.”

“I-I see…”

I didn’t care that much. It’d break a few guy’s hearts. She still had a bit of a fan club. After she had married, it had been an emotional blow to her admirers, but her being pregnant might finally close the lock on many people’s lingering crush on her. At least, I was one of those more reasonable people who didn’t crush on women far out of my league.

As soon as I thought of that, the image of Mrs. Parker in the basement. I shook my head. It wasn’t just that Mrs. Parker was out of my league, or that she was older than me. Mrs. Parker was Steve’s mom. I had never even considered her to grow aroused, but now I kept thinking about her and couldn’t put her out of my mind.

When we finally reached home, I went up to my room and started my homework. I found myself distracted though. Being close to Mrs. Anderson had stimulated me quite a bit. I tried to be as restrained as possible, but I was still a teenage boy and Mrs. Anderson was a beautiful and sexy woman, a forbidden fruit that countless men wanted. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t do anything for me. Yet, Mrs. Anderson was a married woman, a pastor’s wife, so my mind kept going back to Mrs. Parker.

“A phone?” Mom asked, blinking in surprise.

Super came far too quickly, and the three of us were eating in silence while my stepsister was once again absent. After thinking about it for far too long, I decided to ask the question I had been wanting to ask for a while. I had been denied a phone when I was younger, and when I reached the age I felt I could ask, I had become unpopular and lost all of my friends. I didn’t know why, but I found myself wanting a phone again.

“I won’t take it to school,” I promised. “I just want it to contact friends.”

“No.” My stepdad spoke up before Mom could even say anything.

“Why? Jenna has a phone.”

“She needs her phone for her job!” My stepdad snapped back.

I was just about to say more, but suddenly Mom came to my rescue. “I think it’s fair that he has a phone.”

“You- huh?” My stepdad looked at Mom was surprise, not expecting her to suddenly stand up for me.

I felt a bit surprised as well.

Mom continued. “I’m been thinking about it, and perhaps our problem is not giving Lucas any breathing room. He’s nearly sixteen now, and perhaps he had room to go out and date, maybe he’d not be so… stuck at home.”

I cringed at her words. I knew what she was suggesting, but she was also advocating for me, so I didn’t want to say anything that compromised that by arguing with her.

“Date? No! He can’t!” My stepdad stood up, and he had an almost panicked look on his face.

Mom looked at him in surprise, and even I felt a bit strange. Why was my stepdad so concerned about my dating life? After a moment, Mom started to frown. As she did so, it felt like the temperature in the room decreased a bit.

“I don’t often tell you how to raise your daughter.” Mom spoke icily. “And I’ve accepted your opinion on more than one issue because you’re a man and I figured you’d understand a growing boy better than me. However, if that gave you the belief that I have no say in my son’s raising…”

“Ah… but… honey…” He kept trying to interject, but the Mom grew increasingly angry.

“I’m suddenly not hungry. Lucas, please clean up.”

“Y-yes ma- uh, Mom!”

She got up and turned her back even as my stepdad tried to form sentences. He shot me a glare and got him. He then ran to the bedroom, which she managed to slam in his face. I could hear him begging her to let him in.

What the hell did I do?

Why was he glaring at me? He’s the one who was acting weird about me dating. Mom said I was free to date in high school, and he had never put any stipulations on his daughter. Although I was confused, I still picked up the table, cleared the plates, and put the leftovers away. When I was done, I returned to my room. By that point, my stepdad had convinced Mom to open the door and let him in. The pair were murmuring in their room, although I could hear by the tone they were still arguing. I focused on my homework and somehow managed to power through it despite all the distractions. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a light tap on my door. Although the door no longer had a lock, they chose to knock, which probably meant it was my mom.

“Yeah?”

The door opened and Mom poked her head inside. “How are you doing honey?”

“I’m doing fine, Mom,” I answered, closing my books and turning to her. “What’s up?”

She leaned against the doorway and gave a little smile. “I have something for you.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

She held something out in her hand. I rolled over in my chair and took it. I found myself staring down at a smartphone. It looked pretty fancy. It was a name brand, not one of the cheap knockoffs like Dad bought himself and my sister. I looked up in shock as Mom’s smile grew.

“I talked with your father and he came around to my way of thinking. It didn’t hurt that I had already gotten this phone.”

“You got this for me?” I asked in disbelief.

Even for my birthday, my parents never got me something so nice. I was in a bit of disbelief.

“I got it from a friend.” She declared. “They updated to a nicer phone and asked me if I wanted it. I almost said no, but then I thought about you and Steve.”

“Me and Steve?”

“How he had to come over here just to ask you to his birthday party. I feel like as a growing boy, you need to be able to contact your friends. So, please use it safely.”

“Th-thank you!”

“It’s on a kid’s plan, so I can restrict your phone usage whenever I want. It’s on parental control, so I’ll see what programs you’re using. Don’t disappoint me.” She gave me a serious look.

“I won’t!”

She smiled, nodded, and then left, closing the door behind her. It was times like this that I remembered how wonderful my mom used to be. After Dad died, she became less affectionate with me. My stepdad once let it slip that it was because I looked like her husband, and every time she saw me, it reminded her of him. That used to make me angry when I heard about it in the past. I couldn’t help how I looked. However, even if Mom was distant, she still loved me.

I immediately jumped into my bed and started looking through the phone. I wasn’t that familiar with them, but I had used laptops at school and seen other people’s phones from time to time. At least, I could click on apps and see what the phone had. It looked like the main screen had been reset. At least, I didn’t see any apps on the screen. I sighed, but then remembered I heard from someone once that you needed something called a data manager.

After a bit of finagling, I figured out how to download and install the data manager. I opened it up and tried to see if any apps were remaining on it. Unfortunately, they had been cleared out. Disappointed, I started to click away, but that was when my eyes landed on a certain folder. It was labeled ‘secret’.

I couldn’t help but click on the folder and see what was in it. It was a folder filled with images, although they were named as if they were taken by the camera. Usually, such images would be in a unique folder called camera, but these for some reason had been moved. I randomly clicked on one, and that’s when I nearly dropped my phone.

The image that came up was a naked woman lying on the bed. She had fiery red hair, with curls cascading down her bare shoulder in a wild mess. She was in a sitting position, and she had her legs spread. She was spreading more than just her legs. She had her manicured fingers down below and was spreading her lips for the camera. She had freckles cascading down her neck and arms, and a patch of red hair above her vagina. Her expression was rather lewd. I couldn’t stop myself from clicking on the next picture.

The next image was a full-body picture of her, still completely naked. She was facing away from the camera, her head looking over her shoulder. Her expression was so seductive and alluring. You could see her face but also see her ass. The camera was low, showing off her legs. She had a perfect ass, and I was amazed by how big and round it was. It was like a pair of melons, and she was a curvy woman, with wide hips. My body started to react as I looked at these images. Even though she was a middle-aged woman, she was still a hot ginger and she turned me on. I flipped to the next image.

It was a video, and the preview was of the naked woman on the bed. She was talking, but there was no audio. I clicked on the image and a new tab opened. There was a pause for a moment, and then the video started.

“Hey honey,” said the woman on the screen. She was a stranger. “I miss you so much, I wanted to make a video of myself, for you. I wanted to be naked so that when you come back, we can do whatever we want to each other.”

The red-headed vixen started to touch her breasts. They were large, but soft, and jiggled a bit as she touched them. She was making moaning sounds, and she continued to tease her nipples, playing with her boobs. Her red hair fell over her shoulders, and her face was flushed as she played with her tits.

“You’ve made me so wet,” said the woman. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

She started to rub her vagina, her fingers moving over her clit and labia. I watched as she spread her lips, her fingers sliding inside her, while she kept moaning.

“This is all for you, sweetie. I know that you like to look at my body. I’m so excited for you to come home. I’m going to take good care of you.”

I watched her masturbate for another minute. It was hard not to become aroused as I looked at her. I wanted to fuck her. My pants were already starting to get tight, but I didn’t care.

“I’m cumming, oh God, I’m cumming,” said the woman. Her body began to convulse and shake. She started to rub herself harder and harder, and her voice became louder and louder. The camera started to shake a bit as she orgasmed, but then someone called her name.

“Mom?”

She cried out, quickly grabbing her robe and covering herself. She then grabbed the phone and the image became chaotic as she went to the door. There was a rustle and static, and then the door opened.

“Yeah, honey?” The woman asked.

“Mom, where’s dinner?” I heard a voice that made me jerk up.

The screen froze at the final scene, which just happened to point up at the boy’s face. I recognized that face. I recognized that red-headed, freckle-faced bastard anywhere. He was on the football team, the very guy who dumped crap on my head. He was one of my worst bullies… and I had a phone full of nude pictures of his mom!