Chapter 87: Tuesday Morning

Tuesday - I woke up with a knot in my stomach, hoping that today was going to be better than the previous day.

As was becoming usual for a weekday, my mom was still asleep when I left for the bus. She used to have a hot
breakfast ready for me every morning, but that seemed to stop once Brad started coming around.

I overheard Brad boasting to his friends about 'easy money' as I took my usual seat in front of the boys. "All I
had to do was tell her I wouldn't be able to see her much anymore because I was thinking of getting a job, and
she offered to pony up part of her paycheck every week."

My ears perked up. Was he talking about my mom? Was she giving him part of her paychecks?

"This is from last week. She gets paid every Monday night, so I should be getting another fat cut of her paycheck
tomorrow, too."

I glanced back to see Brad fanning out four crisp one hundred dollar bills, while his friends stared wide-eyed.

"Milksop's mom is great - I get to fuck her whenever I want, I have her cook for me, and now I'm gonna milk
that ho for cash, too." Brad was smirking at me with a devilish grin as I glanced back over my shoulder to see the
money. I no longer had any doubts that he was talking about my mom. I just hoped he was lying. But somehow I
didn't think that he was.

One of his friends gawked in amazement, "I can't believe you scored such a hot older woman, Brad! She looked
so sexy in that hippie outfit last night!"

"Yea, her legs looked so great in that super short skirt! I could even up her skirt a few times when she danced on
that stage!"

"Me too!" Boasted another boy, "I could see her bright, neon green G-string!"

I turned back around and shuttered as they continued their demeaning comments about my mom.

Chapter 88: The initiation game

The bus arrived at school early, and I was already at my locker when Vanessa walked up. She gave me a tender
hug that lasted a long time and immediately made me feel better. When she pulled back and I looked at what she
was wearing and my stomach dropped.

It was one of the outfits the cheerleaders had bought. It consisted of tight cloth booty shorts which clung to her
round rump and bounced with each step she took, and a thin, blue colored strapped top, which left her shoulder
bare and showed her midriff. Her giant breasts bulged against the thin top.

"Babe I'm so excited! I was talking to the girls last night and they said that today I get to play the initiation
game!" She said to me with bright eyes and an excited tone.

"Initiation game? What's that?" I asked nervously.

"I'm not sure the rules, yet! They said they'd explain it to me today... But it sounds really interesting and fun!"

"...Damn, that ass looks good Vanessa!" I shot a look over her shoulder to see Jeff walking by staring at her
backside in those shorts. "Oh...Thanks, Jeff!" she blushed embarrassed, glancing at me from the side to see if I
was mad at the comment.

Before I could say anything Chelsea walked up with the rest of the cheerleaders. "Hey Vanessa!" They all
hugged and said hi all excited, "so you ready for the game? Okay, here's the rules.

So we gave the entire football team stickers this morning with their numbers on it. Your goal is to get through the
day without a single sticker being stuck on you. BUT, if they slap a sticker on you...and I have a feeling there's
going to be a lot of that (she said glancing at Vanessa's outfit), then that guy get's a point. The guy with the most
stickers on you at the end of the day wins!"

"What happens when a guy wins?" Asked Vanessa.

"We'll tell you about that in phase two, Thursday. Oh... And you can't be touched by anyone else during the game
or you don't get on the squad, sorry milksop," she said looking at me. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I
was picturing these guys trying to put stickers on her all day.

"Okay! I'm sure he doesn't mind, he's very supportive" Vanessa said as she smiled at me. "uh, yeah sure, no
problem," I said sheepishly.

"Great! The game starts in the first period, good luck" Chelsea said as she glanced at me with a devilish grin.

Vanessa and I walked to the first class, she was constantly looking around for any of the football guys. We were
walking and talking, I was feeling relieved no one came up to her yet when her eyes got big and her hips jumped
forward. "Ow!" she cried out.

"Ha ha, got you good, girl," she turned around to see one of the football guys grinning, she meekly laughed and
smiled a little. Then I saw Jeff pass behind her and a loud SMACK. She yelped again and spun around to face
him and her back to me. "Got you too!" Jeff said smiling as he passed. My eyes shot down to her ass where there
were now two stickers with two different numbers on it.

Jealousy shot through me realizing they both had squeezed and probably felt her up when they put the stickers on.

"Oh darn you guys!" she said playfully and kept walking with me.

"You okay?" I asked meekly.

"Oh yeah baby, I was just surprised, Jeff really slapped that sticker on hard, and that first guy...well I guess he
more squeezed the sticker on... I guess he wanted to make sure it stuck. But yeah I'm fine! I'll see you later
today!" I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she pulled away. "I'm not supposed to touch anyone who's
not on the football team while the game's going on, remember?"

"Oh, yea..." I said solemnly, trying to mask my disappointment.

"Don't worry, I'm sure the game will be over soon" she reassured me before entering through the classroom door
ahead of me.

As she entered her class, I watched her walk in those tight cloth shorts, not being able to keep my eyes off her
large bum as it bounced with each step she took. Though my bliss was turned to sickness when I saw the stickers
there, and even more sickness when as she passed a desk and the guy smacked her ass again putting a sticker
with a new number on it to nothing but a smile and a darn it from her.

The rest of the day was torture. Knowing that there were 50 some guys wandering the halls trying to touch her
and taking advantage of the situation by squeezing her private womanly parts was killing me. I finally saw her at
the end of the day and I wanted to cry.

She was covered in stickers, both of her large boobs had multiple stickers, her bare thighs, and her ass had so
many on it there had to be 2 layers of stickers. "Babe I really lost this game! These guys are so good!"

"I can see that," I said disheartened.

Just then Chelsea and the girls walked up, "so! I took inventory of the guys, looks like Toby has the most
stickers, but Brad is a close second, one more and he ties! In total looks like...yeah over 75 stickers were used!"

75! I was going to be sick.

"Yeah, gym class was the only reason Toby is winning, I got partnered with him, and every time he spotted me
he took advantage! My arms would be full of weights doing shoulder press and he puts these on," She pointed at
several stickers on her breasts. "Then, on the squat machine, every time I went down he'd have his hands there
with two stickers!" This conversation was getting worse and worse.

"Well there's only 5 minutes left, I guess you should probably hug milksop since you haven't been able to touch
him all day," Claire said with a wicked grin, "but close your eyes! That will be the compromise."

"Okay!" Vanessa said, excited she could finally hug me. She closed her eyes and stuck her arms out for a hug, I
stuck mine out but suddenly got shoved to the side. I hit the locker and looked to see Brad where I was standing.
He moved right to her, looking at me the whole time as she slid her arms around him, and he put his hands
behind her then brought both down with a firm smack on each of her ass cheeks. Her ass rippled as I watched
him squeeze her thick booty right in front of me, kneading her ass and really making sure his fresh stickers were
staying on. Then I watched her lips touch his for a kiss. It would have been my first real kiss with her.

She opened her eyes and jumped back with and gasped, "Brad!?"

"Yep! Ha Ha, your boyfriend there wanted me to win. He said he trusted me for the second phase of the game
more than any of the other guys. The football players can be a bit rowdy, you know? He came up with the 'close
your eyes and me step in' idea.

Sorry for the kiss, you kinda just came at me and I couldn't react. And I wanted to make sure those stickers
stayed on, had to a... Grab the material of your shorts there a little"

"Oh! oh, no problem, haha! That's very sweet of you Brad, trying to make sure milksop knows I'm taken care of.
You're the best!" She said with a smile.

She then threw her arms back around him and gave him another hug, and his hands stayed above her waist this
time, though he slid one across the side of her breast when they broke.

"C-come on Vanessa, we'll be late" I could barely spit out the words after witnessing the scene.

"Oh okay babe, see you guys later!" she said, seemingly only smiling at Brad. I didn't like the cruel grin that
Claire shot me as we left. As I walked behind Vanessa I couldn't take my eyes off the two stickers on her ass
with Brad's number on it. It was as if he owned that wonderful, round, juicy backside from now on. I could only
imagine what 'phase two' of the game would be.

My mom's van was already parked outside waiting for me when I left the school. I used to be able to escape Brad
and all his humiliation when I left school, but that changed now that he was dating my mom. As soon as I sat
down in the van she started asking me about Brad, and she kept referring to him as her 'big stud.'

When she asked me if Brad had mentioned her, I remembered what he'd said - "Milksop's mom is great - I get to
fuck her whenever I want, I have her cook for me, and now I'm gonna milk that ho for cash, too."

My mom seemed so excited and hopefully that I couldn't bare to let her down, so I lied and said, "Uhm... Yes...
He said, how beautiful you are, and that he's lucky to have such a special and charming girlfriend."

My mom gushed at the words and continued talking about how great her new boyfriend is. That evening as I
massaged her feet as she spoke on the phone with Brad, I heard her mention the weekend trip that her job had
asked her to take. I listened as my mom spoke into the phone, "

"I'd fly out there with the producer on Friday and wouldn't be back until Monday morning. I'd be covering some
sort of Spring Break weekend party by the beach. I hate to be gone all weekend, but it could help my career.

What's that? Oh yes, it would mean more money. Oh, you think I should do it? Yes, you're right as usual, it is
important to focus on my career. Thank you, babe, you're so smart with this kind of thing, what would I do
without you?

Aww, you'll even stop by during the weekend and check on him? That's so thoughtful and sweet of you, honey.
I'll leave you a key while I'm away."

She then put her hand over the receiver and looked down at me, "Cover your ears for a second."

I put my hands over my ears and pretended to cover them but still listened as my mom spoke quietly into the
phone, "Mama's going to have a big treat for you when I get back on Monday."

Chapter 89: Brad's paycheck

The next morning my mom hadn't bothered to make me breakfast, but she did step out of her bedroom just in
time to catch me before I left to get on the bus.

"Have a good day at school honey, and when you see my boyfriend in class, would you give this to him?" She
asked me as she held out a sealed envelope. "Tell him it's from his B-B."

"Okay, sure," I said, taking the envelope from her hand. It was a plain white envelope but had the letters "Brad"
written across the front in pink, girly cursive writing, and the back had a lipstick kiss over the seal. The envelope
had a strong scent of her perfume. It seemed like exactly the kind of romantic thing a girl would do in high
school for her boyfriend.

Brad had a huge shit-eating grin on his face as I walked towards my seat in front of him near the back of the bus.

"Hey dipshit, you got something for me?" He asked as I got closer towards my seat.

I hated to give the envelope to Brad, but I knew I didn't really have a choice. "Yes Mr. Brad," I said with my eyes
dropped to his feet, "my mom said to give this to you. She said it's from your B B." I handed him the crisp white
letter, and the some of the other boys started chuckling, "Oh, look! Milksop's mom is in love with Brad! Hahah!"
Several of the kids laughing and poking fun at me were in several classes lower than me but Brad had made it
clear that all of them were allowed to make fun and walk all over me.

Brad took the envelope and opened it, allowing the boys sitting beside him to see it. I got a strong whiff of my
mom's perfume as Brad removed the contents - a letter, a wallet-sized photo, and another four 100 dollar bills. I
could barely believe my eyes. My mom really was giving him a cut of her paychecks. I started to wonder if she
could really afford to give him so much. Was she still able to set aside any money for my college? I started to
worry as he fanned out the money proudly.

"Haha, another fat cut of her paycheck. Plus, I'm making all that money she's bringing in from the website. I'm
gonna turn her into a real proper whore before I'm done with her." Brad looked up at me, "Milksop, you might
need to start looking for a job soon to help your mom keep up with the bills. It's not cheap paying for a house,
especially now that I'm taking a chunk of her paycheck."

I unintentionally clenched my fists with anger, but it was useless. There was nothing I could do against Brad,
physically or otherwise. He had me by the balls with all his blackmail videos and pictures.

"Wow, she's hot! Look at those legs!" Remarked one boy as he saw the picture my mom had included in the
envelope. "Yea, she looks so grown up. I can't believe you're dating her," said another. "Look at how she's
sucking on that lollipop, she's so sexy!"

"Yea, see how her lips are wrapped around it? That's exactly how she is when she see's a man's cock. She goes
straight to her knees, puts her lips around it and starts sucking." The other boy's eyes widened as they stared at
the picture and imagined my mom sucking a man's cock.

Brad was holding the picture in front of him so that I couldn't see it. As I stared at the back of the photo hoping to
get a glimpse, Brad looked at me and smirked before tucking the picture into his wallet, careful not to let it show
towards me.

He then tucked the letter away into his backpack to read for later. I sat down and quietly stared into my lap for
the rest of the drive, as the boys continued to talk about how awesome Brad was for scoring such a sexy women.

During the rest of the school day, I didn't get to spend much time around Vanessa. She spent most of the day
hanging out with the three cheerleaders. It was a little bit of an odd sight, and Vanessa didn't seem to fit in at all -
the three cheerleaders wearing their proper and expensive designer clothes, and Vanessa wearing another one of
her slutty, trashy outfits.

Today she had on a bright yellow cloth mini skirt that ended way too far above her knees and a black, low-cut
halter top that showed more than a little cleavage. She was also wearing a pair of bright yellow high heels which
I thought was quite out of character for her, but she wore them flawlessly and the color matched her skirt
perfectly. Her large breasts and the back-arching posture from the heels made her cleavage really spill out of the
top.

Besides saying our usual hello at the locker, I didn't get a chance to speak to Vanessa much. The cheerleaders
kept her quite engaged, and she also seemed to be getting a lot of attention from the football players. During gym
class, the cheerleaders even got her a special chair to sit on and positioned it directly at the foot of the stage.
Vanessa took a seat on the chair next to Chelsea, while Brad and Jeff stood in front of them talking. With
Vanessa's attention completely focused on Brad, I noticed a few of the other guys would walk onto the stage
behind her and peek off the stage, getting a perfect view down the cleavage of her loose top.

They would shoot Brad and Jeff a crude thumbs-up of the view. Brad and the cheerleaders were showing off my
girlfriend's tits like she was an item to be bid on. When I tried to walk over there to interrupt them, Victoria and
Claire stopped me by threatening to show her the demeaning pictures. I sunk my head down and obediently
complied as they led me out of sight behind the bleachers and had me sit there alone for the rest of gym while
they went back to join the crowd.

Chapter 90: Cafeteria lunch

While she spent most of the day following around her cheerleader friends, Vanessa did sit with me during lunch
at least. Victoria had suggested it, commenting that I might be feeling neglected. I didn't like the way Victoria
worded it - it sounded almost like I was a little child needing attention - but I was happy to be able to sit with my
girlfriend.

As we ate, Vanessa went on and on with excitement at hanging out with the "three most popular girls in school,"
and she said she felt she was finally starting to fit in. "Claire did warn me that the next phase of initiation could
get a little difficult, but they have been so sweet and helpful to me so far that I'm sure I'll get through whatever it
is they have planned. Besides, they said they all went through the same initiation when they joined."

The conversation made me a bit uneasy. Something about the next phase sounded like it would be more of a
fraternity house hazing than a simple high school cheerleading squad. I think Vanessa could sense the tension
that I was feeling because she started reassuring me by saying, "Have I told you how lucky I am? Not only am I
making so many wonderful friends with the cheerleaders and football players, I've also found a wonderful guy to
date!"

I must have been blushing when she said this because she didn't stop, "I'm serious! I've dated so many guys in the
past but I've never found one who's so supportive and kind to me!"

My face turned even redder at the compliments. "Aw Victoria, I think you are the one that's the greatest! You
deserve to be treated so well! I'm just sorry your previous boyfriends weren't so great to you." My jealousy
started coming out as I thought about all the guys who'd gotten to have my girlfriend in the past. I tried to shake
it off, but I couldn't let it go. I kept talking, "It makes me so angry when I think about how they tricked you into...
You know..." My voice lowered to a whisper, "having sex..."

"Well, they didn't really trick me. It's not like I was raped or anything," corrected Vanessa.

"Oh no, I know, I didn't mean that. I just meant, how they pressured you into sex when you didn't want it, then
broke up with you afterward..." My jealous was really starting to rear its ugly head.

"Oh, I didn't dislike the sex. In fact, the sex was incredible... It's the best feeling in the world..." She was no
longer looking at me but seemed to be staring off into space as she continued talking, "Having a guy use my
body, and my mouth..." She had the same look in her eye that I saw when she was on the dance floor looking at
Brad's trousers - the look of lust. "I-I'm sorry, haha! I didn't mean to go on like that! I've never been able to talk
to a guy about that kind of thing before, you're just so easy to talk to!"

I was burning with jealousy. I'd always imagined how wonderful sex would be, and hearing my girlfriend gush
about it made that feeling even worse. I'd completely lost my appetite and my stomach felt like it was tieing itself
in knots as I thought about her with other men.

She kept going, "that's one of the things I love about you - you're always so supportive and you don't get jealous.
In the past, I've had boyfriends who wouldn't even let me sit alone with another guy before. But you don't mind
when I hang out alone with the guys on the football team, or when they joke around with me!"

She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. I was smiling and summoning every ounce of willpower I
had to conceal my jealousy as she kept talking, "but it was right after we had sex that they'd dump me like they
were no longer interested. Sometimes, a few days after they broke up me, they'd come back around saying they
missed me when they were feeling horny. And, well, you know how forgiving I can be - I just couldn't help
myself. I'd give them a second or third chance, and we'd end up having sex again that night. But it was always
the same, as soon as they were done, they'd dump me."
She started to squeeze my hand, "That's why I'm so glad you're okay with us not having sex. I feel so secure
having you as my boyfriend. You really are special, and I am lucky!"

I looked into her young, soft eyes and then down at her pink puffy lips. I imagined another man's large cock
sliding into those lips, using her mouth as a hole to pleasure themselves with. Not just a few guys, either - I knew
from her reputation that a multitude of guys had already gotten into my girlfriend's skirt and felt her plump lips
around their cocks and used my sweet girlfriend's mouth to empty their balls - several times each.

"Of course I don't mind! I completely understand, and I'll stick with you and support you no matter what!" I was
putting on a brave face, but she made it easy. Even despite my jealousy, she was sweet and caring and I counted
myself lucky to have her.

Near the end of the day when I entered Mrs. Hunters class, Brad was already in her room. He was sitting with ass
planted squarely on Mrs. Hunter's teaching desk, and she was standing in front of him. He bragging to her about
how much he could bench press as I entered the room.

"That's incredible, you're so strong. I don't think my husband can lift half that. How is it that such a catch like
you isn't dating someone?" She asked as she looked up and down at his chest, admiring his athletic body. Of
course, Brad was dating someone - my mom - but Mrs. Hunter didn't know that.

"I guess I just haven't met the right... Woman." Brad answered, making strong, suggestive eye contact with the
young teacher as he emphasized the word 'woman'.

As usual, Mrs. Hunter looked stunning - she was wearing her usual white button-up blouse, red knee-length
pencil skirt and matching high heels. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a straight ponytail, her lips were
painted a rouge red, and she was wearing her black rimmed eyeglasses. Even though she was so much older than
Brad, he was taller than her and she had to look up to meet his eyes as he sat on the desk.

"I can't wait to watch you play tomorrow. I bet all that weight lifting helps a lot with your throwing arm?" As she
asked the question, she reached her hand out and start feeling his biceps, running her slender fingers around his
thick arm and squeezing his muscles. Even though I hated Brad, I was impressed by how much of an allure he
had over women. He had so much confidence and physical magnetism that even proper, married women like
Mrs. Hunter couldn't seem to help themselves around him.

She continued to run her hand slowly along his muscles as I watched from my chair, seething with jealousy. She
used to be MY favorite teacher, and I was her favorite student. Now I was cast out to the back of the class
watching as ran her hands over Brad's muscles and complimented his looks.

When Brad sat down in his desk for class to start, it looked like Mrs. Hunter was overheated. She let out a loud
breath and fanned herself off for a moment before adjusting her dress, then began the lecture, snapping herself
out of the tension-filled moment and back into teacher mode. I hated the way she seemed to swoon over the
obnoxious bully. Brad was making a mockery of me and my mom - flirting with and hitting on Mrs. Hunter
while he was dating my mom - and Mrs. Hunter seemed to be flirting back, despite being married.

As usual, I did not receive any of the positive attention that Brad had been receiving. Whenever Mrs. Hunter
walked near my desk, I heard a little sneer of disgust from under her breath. If I asked a question, she would
answer sharp and coldly, and sometimes she would even ask Brad to "see what the milksop wants to ask." The
words cut at me and soon I returned to my old state of keeping my head down and avoiding to speak. Even Mrs.
Hunter had started using my demeaning nickname.

That evening my mom spoke to me about the upcoming party as I massaged her feet.
"You must be excited to have your friends over tomorrow night!"

I was dreading it... "Yea, really excited."

"Remember, it's important the guys have a great time at the party. It will help you become more even more liked
and popular at school."

"Yes, I know," I answered as I continued rubbing her feet like she'd taught me.

She leaned back in the soft couch cushions and closed her eyes. "Mmm, you don't want any of guests leaving the
party unsatisfied. So, when those guys come over, make sure they have everything they want. Her eyes were and
she seemed to be very relaxed as she thought about the team of football players. She kept speaking, her voice soft
and dreamy,

"They're such nice boys... So strong and... Big..." She paused for a long moment and I kept rubbing her feet
softly until she continued speaking, "since they're guests in our house, you need to make sure they have
everything they want. They won't know where everything is, and won't feel comfortable going through our
fridge, so you'll need to serve them and get them drinks."

"Okay, I understand."

She kept speaking, "They're probably going to be hungry and thirsty after their big game, so you'll probably have
to make a lot of trips to the fridge. Every ten or so minutes, take a complete walk around the party and ask each
guy if you can get them another drink.

And, I'll help, too. I attended a lot of parties when I was in highschool, so I know how to help everyone have a
good time. Don't worry, I'm sure it is going to be great! Just remember everything I taught you."

I did not have good thoughts in my mind as I tried to go to sleep that night.

Chapter 91: V the water-girl

The cycle of hell that had become my daily routine continued Thursday. Vanessa wore a pair of tight
high-waisted red shorts that showed off all of her sexy Latina legs, and she had a black sleeveless shirt with the
words "Girls just wanna have fun" written across the front in white letters. The shorts were designed in a way
that they showed her skin high up her hips and made her legs look even longer. To top it off, she was wearing a
pair of tacky, brightly colored tie-dye heels that drew lots of attention and made those sexy Latina legs curve and
bend in the perfect way.

The guys in school seemed to quite like her outfit, too. Constantly throughout the day she was getting lots of
compliments from other guys, which she seemed to enjoy quite a lot. "Wow V, looking hot today!"

"V?" I asked Vanessa after hearing Scott call her that.

"Yea, it's a little nickname some of the guys on the football team have started calling me. Isn't it cute?"

"Uh, yea," I answered, not too sure what to think of it. I repeated it to myself out loud, but Vanessa didn't seem to
like how it sounded when I said it. "Hmm, it's better if just the football players call me that. I like it more when
you call me Vanessa. It makes me feel respected."

"Sure," I answered, "I respect you a lot, of course I'll continue to call you Vanessa if that's what you like!"
"Aww, thanks babe," she said as she put her arm around my waist.

I heard a low whistle from behind us in the hall followed by Scott's voice saying, "damn, that's a nice view from
back here, V! I hope you're wearing that to the game today!"

She removed her arm from my waist as she turned around with a huge grin, "Thanks, Scott! Yes, I'll be wearing
it when I serve you boys drinks!" She then turned to me and said, "Oh I forgot to tell you, I volunteered to be the
water-girl during the game today. Victoria thought it would be a good idea so I could be closer to the
cheerleaders and get a closer look at their routine. You don't mind, do you, babe?"

I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice as I answered, "No, that sounds like a great idea."

The whole school was quite a buzz about the upcoming football game. Brad and my mom had decided that she
would stay home and get ready for the party, and then meet in front of the school after the game to take everyone
home. "It's important everyone has a good time tonight, so I'll make some after-game snacks and order a couple
of pizzas" she had told me before I left.

It meant I'd be stuck staying after school until the football game ended, which I was not too excited about. I
couldn't care less about the game. The only highlight was watching the cheerleaders in their cute uniforms.
Watching Claire do the splits in the air is takes all the guys breath away, including mine.

When it was time for the game, none of the kids wanted to be seen sitting with me, and with Vanessa sitting by
the football team as water-girl, I ended up sitting pretty much alone in an empty section at the corner of the
bleachers.

A few minutes before the game began, the sound of Mrs. Hunter's voice caught my ear. She was standing beside
the bleachers a couple of meters from my seat, but out of view of most people.

"I'll be waiting to see you throw that touchdown pass for me." Her voice sounded different from when she was in
class. It was sweet and playful, almost a little flirty. I looked back to see her talking to Brad before he met up
with his fellow teammates on the field.

"You won't have to wait long! Before I go, I got you a little something," He said as he handed her a white gift
box that he'd been holding, "I thought you deserved it for being the prettiest teacher in school."

She gasped loudly as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful piece of jewelry - a gold necklace with a radiant cut
Ruby in the center. "Oh Brad, it's gorgeous! It must have cost a fortune!" She was gushing, unable to close her
excited, gaping open mouth as she picked up the gorgeous piece of jewelry.

"Yes, about four hundred dollars" he answered as he shot a knowing glance in my direction. $400 dollars, the
same amount my mom had generously given him the weekend before - he was using it to seduce another woman
- Mrs. Hunter. I was absolutely appalled and insulted, but there was nothing I could do as I watched Mrs. Hunter
turn around with an excited look on her face, letting Brad clip it on behind her neck.

"How can I ever pay you back?" She asked as he clipped the necklace, and the ruby came to a rest on her blouse
directly between her breasts. The red ruby seemed to compliment her rouge lips and red dress perfectly.

"Well, I wasn't joking earlier when I said it's good luck to get a kiss from the teacher before a game," the student
slyly answered.

Mrs. Hunter took a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching them. Most the students sitting on the
bleacher were busy talking amongst themselves, eating snacks, or playing on their phone. None of them seemed
to care or notice Mrs. Hunter, and she didn't seem to notice me sitting in the empty corner watching.

"Okay," she answered, "but don't tell my husband."

She then leaned forward towards Brad, bringing her beautiful red lips against his for a kiss. Brad responded,
bringing his hand up behind her ear and brushing his fingers through her hair as he kissed her back.

It wasn't a quick kiss.

Her eyes were closed as Brad continued to kiss her for a long moment, sliding his lips against hers as he stroked
the back of her neck.

When he finally pulled his lips from hers, she looked breathless. I had to strain to hear her words as she spoke
softly, but her words sounded urgent and desperate. "Come over to my house this weekend. Duke will be out of
town and you can stay the night."

Though I'd never met him, I knew that Duke was her husband's name. At least, that is what I'd heard her refer to
him in between classes when I used to hide from Brad in her office.

Brad let out a satisfied, victorious smile. Brad had been setting up the pieces for a long time with Mrs. Hunter,
and it was all going to fall into place that weekend. I knew what the invitation meant, but I couldn't believe it. A
guy like Brad - just a student - was actually going to seduce and score with the hottest (married!) teacher in the
whole school. The teacher I'd had a crush on from the day I'd met. Some guys have all the luck! I couldn't bring
myself to face the truth. I kept saying in my head, surely something is going to change now and the weekend.
Something would surely happen, my mom would say something, she would change her mind - I was grasping
desperately at mental strings to tell myself there was no way Brad would actually have Mrs. Hunter.

"Now, let me go throw that touchdown pass for you," Brad said confidently before running over to the field to
his fellow football players.

Of course, as luck would have it, it didn't take long before Brad threw such a pass. It happened in just the second
down, and I noticed Brad shoot a little nod towards where Mrs. Hunter was seated. I watched her fingers subtly
touch the ruby resting between her cleavage.

Even Vanessa was jumping up and down cheering for Brad, her giant tits bouncing beneath her 'girls just wanna
have fun' t-shirt. She was taking her job as water-girl very seriously and wanted to make sure all the players had
their fill. Every couple of minutes she would fill a few cups with water or a sports drink and then walk around to
the players asking if they were thirsty.

I watched on with jealousy from where I was sitting - alone in the corner of the bleachers near the end of the field
- as Vanessa would stroll past all the benched football players wearing her brightly colored high heels. She was
carrying the tray of drinks and her high-wasted shorts were eye-level with the seated guys. One by one the guys
would look up as she strolled past, the bright heels and her curvy legs catching their attention. Their eyes were
level with her hips and they'd watch as she walked past them, just a foot or two in front of them, her round ass
swaying back and forward, exaggerated by the tall heels.

Yes, I was jealous alright. Very jealous. I was also starting to worry. Most of these guys would be coming over
to my house after the game, and my mom would be the only woman there. I was sure that the Vanessa was
having quite an effect on them, and I didn't like the idea of a bunch of horny, sexed-up men hanging out with my
mom all evening. I knew my mom wasn't a slut, but I also know how sweet and helpful she is, and she doesn't
like to tell people no. It's hard for any woman to say no when a bunch of horny guys start to really pressure her,
and I knew my mom liked to wear stylish, sexy clothes which would encourage them further.
Yes, I was starting to get quite worried. I wished Vanessa would stop, but she wanted so badly to impress the
cheerleaders that she kept going above and beyond, constantly walking around offering the horny guys water,
and jumping up and down to cheer for Brad and the other boys on the team.

During half-time, Claire put her hand around Vanessa's shoulder and said to the football players, "I hope our
newest member has been a good little water-girl for everyone?"

The guys answered with whistles and hollers, and Claire replied, "Wow, you seem to be really good at being a
water-girl! Maybe we should make this your full-time position during games."

Vanessa wondered when she'd actually be cheering on the cheerleading squad, but she soon dismissed the
thought and smiled with pride as the guys hollered in agreement at Claire's suggestion.

Brad's team ended up crushing the opposing team, and all the players were energized and pumped up from their
win as my mom's van arrived in the parking lot. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Vanessa before
leaving. My mom's van could only carry me, my mom, and 6 other guys, so two other guys ended up driving a
few people as well. All in all, there were over 15 guys coming over to our house, all of them amped up from
winning and horny from Vanessa showing off her body all day. I was starting to worry I wouldn't be able to
protect my mom.

I ended up getting shoved all the way to the back seat of the van, stuck sitting between Jeff and Toby, two of the
guys I hated most after Brad. There were three other guys sitting in the row in front of us, my mom in the driver
seat, and Brad took the front passenger seat. She was wearing a tan blouse and a skirt that went down to just
above her knees, and I breathed relief when I saw her outfit. It wasn't as revealing as a lot of outfits she'd had,
and I hoped that would help deter guys from hitting on her.

Brad greeted her by slipping his hand behind her ear and giving her a deep, long kiss on her lips. All 6 of us
sitting in the back got a full view of the kiss, and I couldn't help but think about how he kissed Mrs. Hunter just a
few hours earlier. I hated how he disrespected her so much that he didn't even care to cheat on her behind her
back and use her own money to seduce another woman.

"Mmm, it's so good to see you, babe," she whispered to him after the kiss.

During the drive home, I had to listen to Jeff and Toby talking to each other. They spoke as if I wasn't even there,
even though I was sitting right between them.

"Did you check out B-B's tit's? I can't wait to squeeze those puppies."

My face started turning red with anger at hearing Jeff refer to my mom like that. Jeff answered, "Yea man, and I
can't wait to feel sucking my balls. Her little whore mouth needs some man-meat in it, haha."

I lost it at that comment. I sternly said to the two larger boys, "my mom is NOT a whore!" The comment was
probably not a good idea. They both burst out laughing at my anger. I felt a little foolish, but my anger kept me
fuming as Toby laughed and said, "Jeff, maybe we should play gravity with the Milksop?"

I was a bit confused and asked, "What... What does that mean?"

Just then the van made a turn to the right, and at once Toby used the momentum from the turn to shove his body
into me with all his might. Jeff retaliated by sticking his elbow out against my arm and leaning against me,
causing me to feel completely crushed between the two boys. Toby kept leaning in on me harder and harder as
the van turned, and it felt like I couldn't breathe.
When the road finally straightened out the guys relaxed off my sides and I was left reeling with pain in my arm
from where the elbow had crushed it. Just as I was recovering, the van turned to the right.

"My turn!" Announced Jeff as he leaned into me with the moment of the turn, his large body crushing my right
side. Toby stuck his elbow out and again I was stuck with my left arm being jammed into it. "Ughh, uhnn!" I
moaned with pain as the two guys crushed me while laughing at how helpless I was. I tried to struggle and push
against them but they were both so much bigger and stronger than me that I was hopeless.

"What's he saying?" Asked Toby mockingly.

"P-please, stop," I whimpered.

"I think," answered Jeff, "he's saying he wants more!"

"Ohh, okay Milksop, as you wish!" Said Toby as the van took another turn to the left. I braced myself, but it
didn't do any good as I felt the elbow slip past my arm and into my ribs as Toby shoved his body into me.

After the turn ended, I could barely breathe. The two bullies picked right back up talking about my mom as if
they'd never stopped.

"I can't wait to see the Bimbo prop her ass up on the couch and let us take turn's banging it. Which of her fuck
hole's are you gonna use first?"

"Her mouth, definitely. Those lips must be expert at sucking on dick, and I wanna see if she can deepthroat it as
far as Brad says."

I was too weak and too tired to try and talk back. I just sat there demoralized as they continued to talk about my
mom as if she were a cheap hooker. But even though I was quiet, the two boys kept crushing their bodies into
mine, with each turn, jabbing their elbows into my arms and ribs. Each time they did it, I felt my strength
weakening. I'd hoped to try and keep Brad and the other guys off my mom, but I was feeling my will deflating
with each turn. When we finally arrived at the house, I was done. I no longer resisted or pushed back, I just tried
my best now to survive and take their abuse. I was weak, exhausted, and beat down - and the two bullies didn't
even work up a sweat.

Chapter 92: The Party

Fifteen horny high school football players, one hot milf, and one whipped milksop. I was completely wrecked
and demoralized from the game of 'gravity' that Jeff and Toby had played with me. When we got to the house,
Jeff shoved me back in my seat as I tried to crawl out of the van. The boys then crawled past me, letting their
knees and elbows jab into me as they did. When I finally exited the van, I followed the boys like I was a whipped
dog. I could only look with desperation as Jeff tossed his arm around my mom's shoulder, "Thanks for giving us
a ride, B-B!" It actually sounded more like he called her 'baby' instead 'B-B'. My mom smiled, hugged him back
and called him a charmer.

Two months ago if someone had called my mom 'baby' she would have slapped them. But now, every single guy
was calling her baby or B-B and she was smiling and giggling. "I hope everyone remembered their swimming
shorts for the pool! And there's hot pizza on the table, help yourselves! You boys must be hungry after playing so
hard!"

"Oh yeah, we're hungry for something alright," replied Toby as he looked my mom up and down.
She seemed to blush a little at the comment, "There are also cold beers in the fridge. I know a lot of you aren't 21
yet, but you played so hard, I think you deserve to enjoy a few cold beers. It can be our little secret!" She winked
as she said the word 'secret'. "While you boys eat, I'm going to freshen up a bit in my room. Don't forget to offer
everyone drinks," she said to me before heading into her room.

Within no time the guys were spread out around the living room, kitchen, and backyard, drinking beers and
eating. I was worried what my mom was doing in her bedroom to freshen up, but before I could dwell on it, Jeff
put his hand firmly on my shoulder and Toby stood on my other side.

"You still gonna try and stand up to us when we call your mom a fuck slut?" He asked as he squeezed my
shoulder.

"Ow, no, no sir!" I answered obediently. I was too beat down and tired to resist.

"That's right, you little bitch. Your mom is a dumb cock craving bimbo, isn't that right?" Asked Jeff as he
squeezed his thumb into my shoulder.

"Ahh, yes sir, she is, she's a cock craving bimbo," I answered with pain.

"Haha, that's good. Now tell it to Toby," Jeff ordered as he turned me to face the boy on my left.

"Uhh... Toby, my mom is a cock craving bimbo," I said with defeat. Whatever fight I had was now beaten out of
me.

Jeff leaned forward towards my ear, keeping his thumb pressed into my shoulder, "Now, tell Toby..." He told me
what to repeat, and I obediently did.

"S-sir, my mom is a bitch in heat, and her body desperately needs to be fucked by a man. Would you p-please
give her the fucking that she needs?"

Toby burst out laughing at the request and ruffled my hair, "Sure milksop, since you asked so nicely, I'll give
your mom my big dick!"

"Haha, that's too funny! Let's try it out on the other guys!" Laughed Jeff. He then pulled me over to some guys
sitting at the kitchen table and had me repeat the request.

"Guys, my bimbo mom is in heat and her body is desperate to be fucked by a giant cock. Would you please dick
her? She takes it up every hole."

Then, Jeff pulled me to the over to the living room where a few boys were sitting on the couch. I had to drop on
my knees in front of the three crude men, "Sirs, my mom's body needs a man's cum. Would you guys please
gangbang her tonight? She's in her bedroom getting ready for it right now."

"Haha, sure, I'll fuck that bitch!" Answered one guy as he grabbed his cock through his pants.

Next, they led me out to the pool where a few guys were standing around the umbrella table laughing that this
was the spot where Brad fucked B-B's ass so hard that she forgot her own name.

When I got on my knees and started begging them to give my mom the treatment she needs, one of the guys
thought it was so hilarious that he started recording it. I hesitated when I saw him holding up the phone, but Jeff
dug his thumb into my shoulder and told me to start over.
There was a whistle from inside and I turned around to see my mom walking out of her bedroom wearing a
stripped white t-shirt that ended just below her bellybutton, and she had on a silver colored bikini bottom with a
white sarong tied around her hips. The sarong hung down to her ankles but it was transparent enough that you
could see her all of her legs and her shiny silver bikini bottoms, and there was an opening on the left side of the
sarong that let her leg show through all the way to her hip each time she took a step.

On her feet, she had a pair of matching silver high heels that sparkled when they caught the light. The shoes had
sharp, pointed heels that were a fair bit taller than she usually wore. Her lips were a bubble-gum pink, her hair
pulled up in a loose bun behind her head, and to finish off the outfit she was wearing the tacky gold "B B" choker
around her neck.

Jeff leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Look at that mynx... You see what she's wearing? Your mom is
asking for the dick, isn't she?"

I couldn't stop staring with disbelief as I muttered, "yes, sir, she is..."

I wasn't the only one looking. Every guy at the party had their eyes glued to the shiny dressed beauty as she
stepped into the group of guys standing around the kitchen and announced, "who's ready for dessert!" as she
pulled a large tray of ice-cream cake out of the freezer.

The guys started to gather around the kitchen, their eyes fixed on my mom's bikini-clad butt. "Mmm, I sure am
hungry for some... Dessert," joked Jeff as he pointed at my mom's ass while she stood with her back towards
him, cutting the cake. As if agreeing with Jeff, Brad stepped beside my mom and slid his hand through the
opening of the sarong and rested it on her ass. "This sure looks delicious, B," he whispered in her ear as he
squeezed her ass.

My mom giggled playfully and replied, "it tastes just as good as it looks" and gave him a little wink before
continuing to cut the cake into slices for the guys. She grabbed a small piece of cake for herself and then told the
everyone they could help themselves to as much as they wanted. When I tried to grab a piece, Brad stopped me
and said there wasn't enough for me to have any.

"But..." I argued, "My mom cut plenty for everyone!"

"Yea, but what if I decide I want seconds? No way you get any I haven't had seconds."

It hardly seemed fair, but I wasn't able to stand up to him. I reluctantly put the plate of cake back down and
stepped away, disappointed.

"Haha, good milksop," Brad mocked as he bit into his piece of ice cream cake.

"You didn't want any cake?" My mom asked as I joined her. She was standing in the living room since most of
the seats were taken.

"Uhh, no... I uhhh, I just didn't feel like any cake today," I lied.

"Aww. I saw you and Jeff outside playing some kind of game together. It looked like you two were having a lot
of fun, huh?"

"Oh... Yea..." I felt the shame and humiliation from Jeff's torture return. "He's a... Nice guy..." I could barely get
the words out.

"Aww, I'm glad he's such a good friend to you!" She ate the last bite of her cake. She then turned to the guys
standing around the living room and asked, "is everyone having a good time?"

"Yea," answered one guy, taking a sip from his beer, "but do you have any games or anything?"

"I doubt B-B plays any games," answered a Scott, sitting on the couch.

"Yes I do! I used to play all kinds of fun games at parties!" Answered my mom, trying to prove that she was still
young and playful.

"Yea, but we don't mean games like sitting around doing jigsaw puzzles together," the Scott answered back
sarcastically.

"Oh no, we played much wilder games than that," she replied, her voice getting antsy.

"Oh yea? Like what!"

"We used to play..." I saw my mom smile mischievously as if she was about to win an argument, "Spin the
bottle."

This time Brad spoke up and asked, "Oh really?" He leaned forward, his voice raising with interest. "B-B isn't
too old for spin the bottle?"

"Definitely not," she answered, grinning playfully. She hadn't been to a real party since becoming a mom, and
she was filled with the nostalgia of old times when she was a popular girl in school.

"But we there aren't enough girls for spin the bottle, and I'm not about to kiss no guy!" Joked Scott.

"Well, I can just take turns spinning the bottle!" My mom answered, remembering fondly the nights of slumber
parties with her schoolmates when she was younger.

I didn't like where this was going, but I could feel the dagger-sharp stares from Jeff and Toby and I knew I better
keep my mouth shut. It wasn't fair. The guys started moving chairs into the living room, making a circle of seats
around the coffee table. I could tell from my mom's energy that she was excited.

Someone made the comment that it would be it would be inappropriate for milksop to play spin the bottle with
my mom.

"Hmm, yes, he's kind of right, honey. I don't think it would be appropriate" She said, turning to me. First no cake,
and now I couldn't partake in the game, too. I was starting to feel left out. "But, mom..." I protested, but she cut
me off saying, "It's just a game, honey. It won't take too long. There are a lot of bottles and plates left outside the
pool area, why don't you get a trash bag and start cleaning up out there?"

"Hey milksop, since you're going to be out there cleaning anyway, I dropped a beer bottle and it broke," Toby
added with a cruel grin.

"You better get a broom and clean that up, too," my mom said to me.

"Have fun cleaning while we take turns on your mom, bitch," Toby whispered in my ear before I left the room.
Brad emptied his bottle of beer and then placed it sideways on the coffee table for my mom to spin.

"Let's see what you've got, B-B!" Challenged one guy.

My mom grinned seductively as she stepped into the middle of the circle of guys and pulled her t-shirt off.
"Who's ready to play?" She asked excitedly as her large tits bounced beneath the now visible shiny bikini top. I
heard the boys hollering in approval as I stepped outside with my trash bag. The backyard was a mess. There
were paper plates and beer bottles laying all around, and at least two bottles had been smashed against the fence.

As I started sweeping, my mom spun the bottle on the table. It stopped spinning - pointing at one of the guys in a
chair - and Brad said, "You know what that means, B-B... Now you have to kiss'em!"

My mom was a little unsure, but she did her best to appear seductive as she walked to the boy, crossing one heel
in front of the other with each step and swinging her hips wildly. She glanced unsurely towards Brad, but he just
said, "Go on, B-B. Do what you're supposed to. And, make it good."

When she got to the lucky guy, she bent forward, placed both her hands on the boy's knees and leaned forward,
slowly bringing her lips to his, her eyes fixated on his mouth. The entire circle of men went quiet - the guys to
her sides watched breathlessly as her lips touched against the lucky teammate, and the guys sitting across
enjoyed the view of my mom's ass as she bent over. When she pulled her lips from his, she gave him a sly smile,
and the entire group of guys all gasped at once from the incredibly seductive display.

"Spin again, spin again, land on me next!" The guys all started to shout wildly as my mom stood up and walked
back to the table. She was absolutely loving all the attention and she started encouraging their behavior, winking
at different guys wiggling her ass.

I started sweeping up the gross mixture of beer and broken glass, bending down to pick out the parts of glass that
fell into the grass nearby. These guys had made a mess - they had tossed trash around and had absolutely no
respect for my house. "I hope it lands on me!" I heard one of them shout from the house. It sounded like they
were having a really good time with my mom.

When it landed on the next boy, my mom did an equally sexy walk towards him. The boy was sitting on the
couch and instead of just putting her hands on his knees, this time she actually placed her knees on the couch
beside him, straddling his lap. One leg draped in the sarong, the other leg fully exposed. Doing her best to live up
to Brad's expectations, she tried to one-up the sexual display from earlier. She slid her arm around the man's head
and brushed his hair as she brought her lips against his.

It worked. All the men - including Brad - were going crazy at the sexy display, and my mom was feeling
encouraged by the whistling and hollers. She started moving even more seductively, making a big show of
bending over the table to turn the next spin, giving all the guys behind her a view of her ass and all the guys in
front of her a view of her hanging, juicy breasts. Brad was encouraging her fully. He was telling her to bend over
further and shake her ass wilder as she danced. She looked over to notice a large tent forming in his pans, and she
couldn't wait until the bottle landed towards him.

When it was time to kiss the next boy, she made a huge deal out of it. She turned around in front of him, sat her
butt down in his lap and tossed her arm around his shoulder before giving him a juicy, mouth watering kiss on
his lips. She didn't even complain when she felt him place his hand on her smooth, bare thigh and slide it up her
leg.

I was outside in the dark for over an hour sweeping up broken glass and picking up plates while I listened to the
loud cheers from the boys inside. They were obviously enjoying my mom the entertainer. She was still wearing
her tall silver heels and skimpy bikini as she moved around the circle, giving the boys a sexy show and taking
turns kissing each guy.

When it was Brad's turn, she went all out. She pushed her breasts into his chest and straddled him with both her
legs as he slid his hands beneath her sarong and squeezed her round ass cheeks. I'd finished picking up the trash
and walked inside just as in time to see my mom kiss him, letting his tongue penetrate her mouth, as his hands
squeezed her ass. It was more of a make-out session than a kiss and I heard my mom's deep breaths as Brad
violated her mouth with his tongue.

My mom didn't even see me standing there. Even when the kiss ended, she kept her eyes locked into Brads with
her mouth an inch from his as I stood to the side holding the trash bag like a dope.

"You're getting really good at this game, we might start calling you sugarlips," Brad commented to my mom as
her tits pressed against his chest. My mom smiled proudly at the comment.

"Hey, milksop, my drink's empty!" Shouted Jeff, pulling everyone's attention to me standing there holding the
trash bag staring with my jaw dropped.

My mom blushed a little, "hey sweetie, finished cleaning up outside?"

"Yes, there was a lot of trash but it's swept up now."

"Good," she answered, "now, you heard Jeff - go fill his drink! You should probably do the rounds while you're
at it, and make sure everyone else has a refill, too."

"Uh, does anyone else need a refill?" I asked the rest of the group.

"No, hon, that won't do. You should ask each of them individually, otherwise, you might mix up who want's
what."

"Okay," I answered before walking up to the Scott, "do you want another drink?"

I guess I must have had a bit of resentment in my voice because my mom did not sound pleased. "Don't be a
negative Nancy! These nice boys played super hard today, and more than that, they're our guests! You need to be
a lot more respectful to them."

"Yea, Nancy!" Laughed Scott in agreement.

I swallowed hard and thought about my next words. All the boys (and my mom)'s eyes were looking at me, and I
was desperate to get out of the spotlight. I didn't want to be standing here trying again and again, so I spoke
carefully. "Uh, I, I meant... Would you like me to get you another drink?"

"There, that sounded better," my mom said, "what do you think, Scott? Do you feel respected?

Brad was chuckling to himself as he watched the humiliating exchange, while my mom sat with her warm body
in his lap and her legs spread around him, still wearing her gold 'Brad's Bimbo" choker, and her sarong draped
open.

Scott answered my mom, "Hmm, I don't know... I think I still heard a little bit of attitude in his voice. I think he
should try it again."

I stood there dumbfounded, my face turning red as all the men chuckled to themselves while they watched my
humiliation.

My mom chimed in, "You heard him, honey. You need to be more respectful towards the nice boy. Try again."

My eyes sunk to the floor as I tried again. "May I get you another drink, sir?"
"Scott?" My mom queried.

"It's pretty good, but if you're really trying to be respectful, you should say 'please' when asking a question."
Answered the boy, a huge, cruel smile on his face as he enjoyed toying with me in front of all his friends.

My face turned beet red, "M-may I please get you another drink, sir?" The chuckling became louder.

Scott laughed with amusement, "Sure, Nancy! Since you asked so nicely, I'll let you get me a drink. I'll take
another beer."

My mom giggled to herself at hearing her funny new nickname catching on. Thinking I had finally escaped from
the spotlight, I shuffled over to the next boy to take his order. Before I could say the demeaning line, Scott spoke
up, "Ahem. Nancy?"

I turned to face him, although I couldn't take my eyes up from the floor, "Y-yes, sir?"

Scott said, "I think you need to work on your manners. Every 'please' should be followed by a 'thank you'."

My mom chimed in, "He's right, you really do need to work on your manners. So many times I've done things for
you without so much as a thank you."

"Yes. T-thank you, sir." My voice sounded shamed and whipped, and the look on my face matched.

"You're welcome... Nancy!" Scott laughed in reply.

"Hey, sugarlips! I didn't get to finish my turn, we got interrupted," said Brad while my mom still sat on his lap.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry honey! Where were we..." My mom said before returning her soft, pouty lips against Brad's
mouth. I walked around the circle politely asking each of my fellow students, "May I please get you a drink, sir?"
while I listened to the loud kissing sounds from my mom as Brad thrust his tongue deep into her delicious tasting
mouth, and I watched as his hands squeezed and fondled my mom's ass under her sarong, and her crotch ground
and rubbed against his.

Some of the guys were talking amongst themselves as they watched the show that Brad and my mom were
putting on. "Damn, look at the round ass on that slut. I can't wait to slide my dick in it."

I ignored the words and asked politely, "May I please get you a drink, sir?"

"Yea, loser. Get me another beer." The boy answered without bothering to look up at me, keeping his eyes on my
mom's ass as she continued rubbing her juicy cunt against Brad's crotch. I could only assume his cock was fully
erect beneath his shorts as she rubbed her pussy against it.

"Th-thank you, sir," I answered with humiliation. The student was 18, but he was a few months younger than me
and it was degrading to call him 'sir.'

Every 5 or 6 guys I asked, I would head to the kitchen and get their drinks, putting them on a tray and coming
back out to serve them. They would rotate between calling me 'Milksop', 'Loser' or 'Nancy'. I couldn't decide
which I hated more. I think 'Nancy' felt the most degrading since it was completely emasculating. The fact that it
came from my mom made it even worse. I answered each time with a "thank you, sir" and went to serve them
their drink.
The boys were talking low enough so that my mom couldn't hear, but they didn't bother letting me hear as I
walked around.

"That little sex dance she did sure was hot. You can tell she's worked as a stripper. I bet she's been stripping for
several years, at least nine or ten."

"Yea, I believe it! Did you taste her lipstick when? It tasted like bubble gum when I mouthed her. I can't wait to
feel those pink, plump lips around my shaft, haha."

"May I please get you a drink, sir?"

"Yea bitch. I'll let you get me refill," he said to me as he held out his cup.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome... Nancy! Haha!"

I made sure the beer was fresh and icy cold before serving it to him.

While I was getting the last of the drinks, my mom walked into the kitchen. She looked just as gorgeous as ever
in her silver bikini, transparent sarong, gold choker, and extra tall high heels. Her pink lipstick was still glossy
and unsmeared despite the intense tonguing Brad had given her for nearly ten minutes. I think it must have been
some kind of special, water-resistant lip gloss.

"Are you about finished serving the guys their drinks?" She asked as she walked to the sink and poured herself a
glass of water.

"Yes, just about. These are the last ones." I answered as I put the six glasses on the tray, including one for Brad. I
didn't want to risk any trouble from him, so I grabbed a beer for him from far back in the fridge, so it would be
very cold and refreshing.

"Good. Brad had an idea for another game for us to play. It's called 'seven minutes in heaven.' I'm not sure how
to play it, but Brad said he'll explain it as we go. Isn't that so sweet of him to come up with more games, to keep
the party going? I think you definitely owe him a big 'thank you' after tonight."

"Yes, mom..." I answered before heading back into the living room to serve the remaining guys their beverages.

They were already setting up for the next game - they'd emptied all the coats out of the closet and put a single,
tall stool in the middle of the closet. I saw Brad pulling out a backpack that I hadn't noticed before.

My mom walked into the living room and Brad kicked the bag out of view. "OK, so how do we play?" She asked.

"It's simple, you have a seat on this stool..." Brad said as he patted the stool in the middle of the closet. My mom
was smiling excitedly as she sat on the stool. Brad continued, "Now... The game is called seven minutes in
heaven - one lucky guy gets to go in the closet with B-B, and we shut the door for seven minutes. The only rule
while they're in the closet, is that B-B is not allowed to say the word 'no'! So any question the guy asks, and
anything he tells her to do, B-B has to try and find a creative way to answer! Then after seven minutes, we swing
the door open and try to catch them doing something naughty!"

"Oh! This is an interesting game! So I'm not allowed to say no? To anything?" Laughed my mom.

"That's right! Now, I think it was Scott's turn next? So you get to go first, Scott!" Brad announced.
"Gladly" Scott answered with a smirk as he walked towards the closet. My mom sat on the stool smiling
excitedly. He ruffled my hair and whispered into my ear, "Don't worry, milksop. I'm going to take GOOD care of
your mom."

He walked into the closet with my mom and the door closed behind him. I looked around at the large group of
guys standing around, and my stomach started to churn as I realized they would all be taking turns spending
seven minutes in the closet with my mom, with her unable to say no to any of their requests.

(Continued in part 11)