My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the dark ceiling for a second. My brain still hadn't fully woken up yet. I lay in bed, dazed. My limbs were numb, and I only half-remembered whatever I was dreaming. Something about boating in Venice, biting into a delicious dish...
Suddenly, there was a sharp ringing beside my head as my alarm went off. I slammed it shut.
Fuck. My brain sure is awake now.
Sweeping my legs off the bed, I sat on its edge for a moment. As soon as I flicked on the lights, my eyes wanted to crawl further inside my skull. Squinting, I got up and made my way to the washroom. And so began the various rituals of the day - combing my long brown hair, a habit my mother set in; brushing my teeth, a whole-body shave, moisturizing, etc. When I was done, I threw on a cute pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. I glanced in the mirror on my way out the room and liked what I saw.
"Kerry Sanders, you've gone from head cheerleader and highschool sweetheart to a yummy mummy!" I thought to myself, holding back laughter.
Most of the other mom's in the neighbourhood had really let themselves go. Just because I was 45 now, didn't mean I shouldn't take care of myself. I slipped on some shoes and went for a jog around the suburbs.
As I ran, I thought about what a sleepy, little town this was. Everyone's lives looked so perfect - white picket fence, happy family, dog, car, blah, blah, blah.
All bullshit.
All their secrets were locked away in their basements. I thought about my own family. I had spent years building my career, but my husband always wanted a kid. When I finally gave up my successful office job, to stay at home and have a child - he gets a promotion. These past few years he's barely been at home and I've had to raise our son by myself. I ran harder, as my mind revisited bitter old memories.
Ugh. That whole homeschooling fiasco. Lazy asshole committed to a homeschooling plan and left me to execute it. I'm not really a qualified teacher but I did the best I could.
Finally, I had reached back in front of my house. I stopped and put my hands on my knees for a second. I caught my breath and calmed my mind. There was no point crying over spilt milk. I loved my son and am happy to have sacrificed a job for him. More importantly, we had serious things to do today - it was time for him to finally stop being homeschooled and join a real school as he prepared for college. I walked back into the house, and went for a shower to cool off.
An hour later, I was in the kitchen whipping up some breakfast. I had prepared a couple sandwiches and quickly gobbled them up. I poured out a glass of orange juice for myself. Moments later, my son came bounding down the stairs. He seemed excited.
“What's got you so excited this early in the morning?” I asked, smiling.
"I haven't forgotten," he said, "today is the day I get into a real school."
"Oh really? You aren't happy with your current schooling?", I teased.
"You know I've loved learning art, literature and so many other things with you!" He said, "but to go to college, I need to study in a regular school and learn all the subjects they require."
"Yes, yes I know. Let me just get changed and we can leave", I said. I cleaned up the table and made my way back to my room.
Now came the challenging task of finding something to wear. Sure, I didn't need to turn heads - I was a mom going to get her son admitted to school, after all. But somewhere deep down, there's a girl in me that just wants to look good - whatever the occasion.
Ooh, that looks cute. Or maybe, that one? How about these two together?
It took a while but I finally got it.
I figured I'd wear semi-formals, kind of like a CEO-mom look. I picked out a neat outfit - black shirt and a grey, formal skirt. I looked in the mirror, pleased. It had been a while since I left my office job to raise my son. I hadn't worn these clothes in ages. After getting pregnant, I put on quite some weight ans went from the petite girl I was in high school to having a stereotypical mom-bod. My thighs and butt just grew enormous. My breasts as well, went from barely a handful, to two moderately large mounds of flesh. A regular jogging regimen helped me burn the fat and tone everything up. But I had not worn these clothes in ages!
What was once neat, business attire now looked like a sleazy, porno outfit. The shirt buttons struggled to remain clasped over my breasts. The shirt fabric was straining over each of my bulbous tits. I popped off the top button, to ease some of the pressure. The shirt spread further apart. The upper flesh of my breasts were exposed, along with a bit of the purple lacy bra I was wearing. The skirt wrapped around my curvy waist and stuck, tightly to my thighs. It stretched over my ass and ended almost a whole foot above my knees. It definitely was not what I had in mind but I decided to roll with it.
I put on some heels that further accentuated my derriere, a nice belt to cinch my waist in, a touch of makeup and tied my hair up in a sexy bun.
"Just like every teenage boy's fantasy teacher" I mused.
I walked down the stairs and found my son waiting in the living room.
“Let's go” I called out.
We drove to the school, chatting about his plans, the amenities this school had, successful alumni, etc. He really seemed to be into it. I was excited too. It would expose him to a whole other side of life - he'll make friends, play pranks and learn amazing things. I had fond memories of my highschool - especially since I was one of the popular girls, homecoming queen and all that. I just wanted him to experience some of that too. It's all a part of growing up. My husband had been against it for so long. How easy it was to say homeschooling was better when you weren't home most of the time. Now that my son was more aware and older, he managed to convince my husband that a real school would help him achieve his goals.
As we chatted more, the school arrived. We found a spot to park and walked into the building. It sure was a grand structure, with clean white walls, fancy classrooms with computers and all sorts of gizmos. The walls were lined with awards and trophies in science, art, music, sports and so much more. We walked into the office and waited for our turn. When it finally came, the principal called my son in.
They spoke for what felt like less than a minute before I was called in. I pushed the door open and walked into a cold, air conditioned office. I immediately regretted wearing such short clothes. I had visible goosebumps on my arms and thighs. And I was certain my nipples were poking through. Looking around the office, I noticed it was quite bare, with a white ceiling and floor. The walls were a matching white too. The only furniture was a single, maple desk, behind which sat a large, fat man. He looked me up and down, for a little too long, and then said, "When I heard that this young man's name was Jason Sanders, I just had to call his mom in to see if it was the famous Kerry Sanders, from the class of '92!"
I was a little surprised. How'd this guy know me?
"Son, your mom and I got some catching up to do. Why don't you wait outside for a bit?" he said politely.
Jason got up and left, without a word. I sat down in the chair, smiled shyly and said, "I'm so sorry, but I can't remember where we met. Did we study together?"
He smiled, "No, you wouldn't remember. You were Kerry, the head cheerleader, and I was Chad, the fat kid. People like you didn't even know people like me existed." His eyes once again flitted up and down my body. I could almost see him undressing me in his mind. I was about to say something sassy like "My eyes are up here", when he started speaking again.
His smile twisted into a sneer as he said, "Well you're going to find out who I am today."
"What do you mean --" I started
He interrupted me, pressing a button on his desk, and said "Send the boy in."
Seconds later, Jason shuffled through the door. He sat down beside me.
"Son, I'm afraid that your homeschooling just isn't going to cut it. We have a lot of kids trying to get into our school, and you'd need to repeat a couple years of school just to be able to clear our entrance test." the principal said flatly.
I saw my son's face fall instantly.
"The fact is, you spent a lot of time with literature and art. But you haven't followed a specific curriculum. Your math and science skills are well below the average and you don't have much experience dealing with exams either"
My son was now turning a bright shade of red. He was clearly embarrassed and disappointed. Thinking quickly, I laughed loudly and said, "That's funny! You always were a prankster, Chad!" I casually placed my hand on the principal's as I giggled.
"Son, he's just messing around. He just told me you're in, why don't you go wait outside? I'll be out soon." I looked at the principal out of the corner of my eyes, he was looking straight at me. He discreetly nodded in silent agreement and turned to my son.
"Your mom caught me! What can I say? I'm a bit of a joker. We're more than happy to have you at this school, Jason. I'm sure you'll do well and make me proud" Principal Chad said that last sentence looking directly at me.
Jason smiled, thanked the principal and left. I turned to look at the principal, his eyes were now extremely obviously on my breasts. "Sir, my son has a lot of potential. He will be an asset to the school," I said. He never took his eyes off the top, undone buttons of my shirt. "He'll catch up quickly and I'll encourage him to participate in extracurricular activities too." The pervert was licking his lips now. He still didn't look me in the eyes.
"Look! I'm sorry I was a bitch in high school. I was cold to everyone because that's what made you the cool, popular girl. I can't change what I did then, but I will do anything to make up for it now. Don't take it out on my kid, he really wants to study here" I yelled. I was desperate and angry. I knew this guy had a grudge against me and I'm pretty sure I knew what he wanted. It wouldn't be fun, but it would be worth it.
He looked up into my eyes again, "Anything?" he said mockingly, "You sure about that?".
Oh, he was enjoying this.
I flashed my bravest smile and said confidently, "Yeah, I'm sure".
If I could make his sick, little fantasy come true, he would probably bust a nut as soon as I touched him. Things wouldn't even go too far. I doubt this guy got any action, he was probably still a virgin.
"Go and lock the door" he ordered.
I got up and ran over to the door. I locked it and turned around, beginning a slow, sultry walk to his desk. With each step I unbuttoned my shirt more. If this played out like a porno, I could get him to cum with a hand job and get away without doing too much.
He lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Don't play games, miss cheerleader" he said, flatly, "Take it all off now and don't tease."
I stopped my little maneuver, abruptly.
So maybe this wouldn't be over soon.
I took off my shirt and dropped my skirt to the floor. I kept them aside and stood before him in my purple, matching lingerie set. He stood up and walked over to me. He was wearing a cheap, light-brown suit, that struggled to contain his bloated body. He whipped out his phone and turned on the video camera.
"Hey I didn't agree to this." I began
"Repeat after me," he said, ignoring my statement, "My name is Kerry Sanders. Former high school whore and now mom of one. I am happy to be Principal Chad's bitch"
I hesitated, then looked dead into the camera and said it.
Still holding the phone, he continued. "Take my clothes off."
I took off his suit jacket first. This cold AC had been bothering me since I entered the room, it was time to make this prick suffer. I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it beside the jacket on the floor. He had man-boobs, capped with light pink nipples and covered in hair. His belly was large and round and protruded out beyond the waistband of his pant. The cold didn't seem to bother him much.
With those many layers of fat, I wasn't surprised.
I removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor too.
"Bite the waistband with your teeth, and pull my underwear down using your mouth" he said, almost whispering.
I got on my knees, pressed my forehead and nose into his hairy, fat belly. I bit his waistband with my teeth and pulled his underwear down.
Now, I've never been with a larger man before, but as far as pop culture lead me to believe - they weren't sex gods. Fat guys couldn't see their itty-bitty penises, right?
At least, that's what I thought.
But as I pulled his underwear down with my teeth, I felt something like a snake rub against my face. As it was freed from the confines of his underwear, his penis sprang out and smacked me in the face.
It was not tiny at all. It must have been nearly 10 inches long. And it was about as wide as a slender forearm. I was honestly pretty surprised and let out a gasp. I took a look at the sicko that beautiful penis was connected to and nearly gagged. But I knew what I had to do.
I wrapped my fingers around it and brought my face close. A hot breath of air escaped my lips and blew over his purple head. His penis trembled in my hand and I looked up into his eyes - guys love that. He was still sneering. I took air in through my nose and inhaled the scent of his penis - musky, sweaty. This was not going to taste good.
I leaned forward, puckered up my plump, red lips and planted a wet kiss right on his penis head. My soft lips pressed into the most sensitive part of his penis and he took in a sharp breath. Some precum oozed out and I licked it with my tongue. It was salty. I pushed my head forward and lovingly took his dick into my mouth. I went further still, my juicy lips stretching around his big, thick cock. My tongue was running up and down the part of his shaft that was buried in my mouth. Simultaneously, my hands cupped his balls and gently fondled them. I pushed my head all the way to the base of his penis and my nose touched his pubes.
He sneered and said, "I'd heard about this famous throat so much in school. I fantasized about this every night."
He put his hands behind my head, twisting my hair around his fingers and pressed me down. I managed it for a few seconds, but I'd been out of practice for years. Gone were those high school days. My jaw began to hurt, I started running out of oxygen and gagged obscenely. I was drooling out the corners of my mouth and desperately swallowing his massive cock. He pulled it out of my throat and big globs of spit fell onto my breasts and bra. Grabbing me by the hair, he hoisted me up and turned me around. He unclasped my bra, and in one quick motion, ripped off my panties. Out of no where, he stuck a dry finger directly into my ass. I had no warning and it sure hurt on the way in, but I bit down on my lip and took it. He repeatedly put that same finger into my mouth and back into my asshole a few times. I felt drops from my vagina start to run down my thigh. He must've sensed it too because he pushed me down over the table, picked up the phone and pointed it at my ass. He rubbed the head of his penis between my vagina lips and coated it with my juices.
As much as I hated this weirdo, I knew this was important for my son. Its a mother's duty, to make sure her children get the best opportunities and aren't held back in anyway. But maybe, the truth was less noble than that. Maybe, I wasn't so selfless. Maybe, the moment I saw that gigantic dick, I wanted it inside me. Maybe that's why my pussy had ample lubrication.
He slid it in quickly and I felt his penis penetrate me. It had been so long, this creep was touching places that had gone untouched for years. I let out a sigh as he bottomed out in me and then slowly pulled back. When just the head was inside my pussy, he started thrusting forward again. This time he was faster, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. That only spurred him on more.
He began pumping away furiously. There were noisy, squelching sounds as he forced his dick into my sopping pussy. With each thrust, I could feel his balls slapping my clit and his stomach hitting my ass cheeks. He grabbed me by the waist and settled into a steady rhythm. I moved accordingly, pushing back on him as he fucked me. He leaned forward, placed both hands on my breasts and squeezed hard. I felt his nails dig into my tits and I was sure there would be red scratches all over them tomorrow morning. He kept pumping in and out - and my body started to respond. I had to steady my breath and my knees were starting to buckle. Suddenly, his fingers grabbed my nipples and twisted hard. I let out a sharp gasp and clenched the edge of the table. My pussy clamped down on his dick, unwilling to let it out of me. I thrust backward as waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through my body. Emanating from my vagina, bursts of bliss pulsated outward to my extremities. Everything tingled and for a moment I had forgotten who was fucking me. I turned back to look at him. Sure he was sweating and panting, but the motherfucker was somehow still going. Did he cum when I did? Clearly not, his dick was hard as ever as it slid in me.
He pulled out and as I waited for the now familiar feeling of my pussy stretching, I felt a sharp pain in my asshole. In a flash, I saw stars and let out a squeal as he rammed it into my butt. I had no warning as his huge dick split my thick ass cheeks into two. I saw him wince and could tell it hurt him as well, but he didn't slow down. He kept pumping in and out of me. This carried on for a few more minutes. Finally, his breathing became more labored and he took short, quick breaths. With a triumphant cry, he thrust forward. His penis twitched has he shot thick ropes of cum into me. I felt his warm cum splatter inside my ass. After almost a full minute of emptying his balls in my behind, he pulled his dick out. Even flaccid, it hurt as it slid out. He caught his breath, slapped my ass once and then turned to walk to his clothes.
I waddled over to my clothes and began putting them on while he did the same. I checked my hair and makeup in my phone and straightened myself out.
I cleared my throat and began, "So, I hope I managed to convince you?"
"You sure did, Kerry! But the way I see it, your son will need to spend time doing some extra classes to catch up with his peers," he smiled and said.
"OK, that sounds fair", I said slowly
"More than fair. The amount of coaching we have to give may prove to be quite extensive. Due to his limited education, you see? But don't worry, we won't include it in his tuition fees. Let's just say that you can pay me directly for each of his remedial classes", he laughed
So that's what he meant. If my son was to study in his school, I would have to service Chad repeatedly for the school year. I would have to degrade myself on camera, do filthy things with a filthy man - all so Jason could go to a good school? Is this a mother's duty?
I put my head down and said, softly. "OK. When can he start?"
Submitted November 30, 2019 at 11:00AM by anubhavkamat https://ift.tt/2Oxulq4
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