CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 8 ]

The week goes about the same as the past couple of week. I go to school, go to work at the girls’ school, take a few school uniforms, spank a few bare butts, go push a broom around, and fuck a couple of girls. Not like it’s boring or anything, but hey, what’s there to say about it?

Until Thursday that is. It was Wednesday night that dad says, “Billy, tomorrow your mother wants you at her office after school, so I understand that you’ll have to miss work.”

“What’s she want?”

“Some time with her son?” says dad. “I don’t know. Maybe she thinks you need new underwear.”

Shopping… damn I hate that. I don’t need new underwear or new anything, but then moms take you shopping just because.

Still there’s something cool about the first class treatment I always get at city hall. I go into mom’s office like I’m a bigwig. Mom gets up and gives me a hug. “So, I think we have something to talk about,” she says.

“What?”

“Your cum in my belly,” she says.

“Awww, mom, I was just kidding, you know, making a point.”

“Pretty graphic point,” she says. “I figure there are two routes to my belly. Did you want to fuck me or put it in my mouth?”

“Mom!” I protest. “Neither.” Still, she’s a sexy looking woman with a nice figure. She dresses nice. I figure if she wasn’t my mom I might be staring at her, but… she is my mom.

She reaches behind her and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She slides her dress off her shoulders and pauses. “Mouth…?” she purses her lips at me,” … or pussy?”

“You want me to?”

“Mouth… or pussy?” she repeats. With that she drops her dress to the floor. She reaches back for the catch of her bra. There is not a bone in my body that wants her to stop now. I just watch as she pulls her bra strap forward and then pulls the whole bra free. It drops to the floor and I think, I’ve seen these tits before. They’re just like Emily’s tits only a little bit bigger.

“Take off your panties, mom,” I say. She does. “I’m still not going to tell what happened between Emily and me, mom. It’s personal. This isn’t right.”

“This isn’t about Emily and you,” she says. “This is about you and me. You expressed a desire to put your cum in my tummy. That isn’t the kind of off hand remark that I can forget.”

She’s standing naked in front of me, reminding me of a Wayward Girl, which she is. She is still wearing her stockings and shoes, just like a naughty girl at the school. “This isn’t the place for it,” I say, using some of the control that Mr. Crawford has taught me. “One, you’re not finding out what happened with Emily, and two, if you want to do this, we’re doing it at home.” I turn and walk out.

Dad is waiting for me at home. “Nicely done, son,” he says. “Let me get this straight. Mom, whom I consider to be a beautiful and sexy woman, is naked in her office, offering you anything you want, and you walked out?”

“Yeah, dad,” I say.

“And you told her you’d take her at home?”

“Not exactly,” I said. Was that what I said? “I said… I mean, I wanted her to take some time and think about it.”

“I’m going out tonight,” says dad. A few minutes later I hear the car start and leave.

A few minutes after that Emily comes home. “Weird things are happening, Emily,” I tell her. “If mom comes home, I suggest you don’t come out of your room.”

“Is she going to fuck you tonight?” asked Emily.

“What?” I ask in surprise. Am I the last to know? What’s going on here?

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” says Emily. “I told her last night what happened at school. Dang, she just kept badgering me about it, so I told her everything. But, she’s got this in her head now that you suggested it… wow, I mean, that comment about cum in her belly. She just won’t let it drop. Genius, little brother, genius.”

Do I want to do this with mom? I’m wondering about what I really meant. “I didn’t think she’d do it?” I argue. “It was a bluff. I figured that way she wouldn’t ever find out about what happened.”

“Yeah, right,” says Emily. “Anyway, you were right about one thing. I’ve had dad’s cock in my mouth since I was in second grade. Why shouldn’t mom blow you?”

“Emily!” I say. “What happens at school stays at school.”

She looks at me and says, “First, if you want you can spank my naughty little ass for telling tales out of school. Second, who says it only happened at school?” She turns and leaves me with my mouth hanging open. I hear her door shut soundly.

Mom comes home a few minutes later. She pokes around the house, but dad’s car is gone and Emily’s door is shut, so she comes back satisfied that we’re alone. “Ready for me?” she asks.

I’ve been paying attention at my job. We’re about to have a little character building for the mayor of Wayward. “Go up to your room and I’ll be there in a minute.”

She looks at me quizzically and then disappears. I go and knock on Emily’s door. “I need a couple of things,” I tell my sister. She lets me into her room, laughing as I pick out what I need.

I go into mom’s room. She has changed clothes and is now wearing a school uniform from Christina’s School for Wayward Girls. I point at the chair in her room. “Sit down.” She sits. I pantomime the act of clamping her feet into the chair as if she was in a chair at school. Her legs are spread wide and her yellow panties are clearly visible. “Yellow panties?” I ask.

“Oh,” she says in surprise. “I forgot.”

“That’s five switches,” I say. “Stand up and give me your panties.” She stands and wriggles her panties down her legs. I take them from her and pop them into her mouth.

I go into her drawers and fetch a pair of gloves. I lay them out on her bed. “Let’s pretend those are hand prints painted on a table in the headmaster’s office.” She looks at them and then unzips her skirt. My cock is pounding as my mother slides her tartan skirt down her long, lovely legs. She’s naked from the waist down now. I’ve seen this in her office, but this is different. She takes off the white blouse and then her bra. Wearing just knee socks and shoes, she places her hands on the gloves.

“Do you have a switch?” I asked.

She looks back over her shoulder at me, her mouth full of yellow panties. She nods toward dad’s dresser.

Something tells me that mom’s discipline sessions didn’t end when she graduated from the girls’ school. I find the switch and deliver the five swats that I promised her. Her ass is the full, round, wide ass of a woman. The five red stripes look tiny across it. Her tits hang down, full and ripe. Standing behind her, I can see the full lips of her pussy, thinly veiled by the neatly trimmed hair.

I personally remove her shoes and socks, making sure I run my hands over her smooth thighs and calves in a sensuous fashion. Then I pull out my spoils from Emily’s room. First I pull a tight top over mom’s head. It’s tight on Emily, but on mom it’s down right obscene. Her tits are clearly visible as they push against the thin, strained material. Her nipples make indentations in the thin, white material. It comes down barely below her full tits. With a little effort I can peek under it to see the fleshy bottoms of her tits.

“Just like at school on Saturday,” I say, wondering how many times she looked liked this. She looks down, admiring her own tits as they strain against the material.

Then I help her to step into a pair of thong panties that I’ve borrowed from Emily. Emily can’t wear them to school, but she can wear them on dates after school. On mom, the thong just disappears between her ample ass cheeks and the small, sheer triangle in front displays her womanly charms quite well.

I haven’t been particularly interested in my parents’ bedroom or very sexually aware until the past couple of weeks. Now the hooks on the ceiling jump out at me. The hooks on the walls look so familiar. “Where are the ropes?” I ask.

She nods toward her dresser. I rummage around and find several ropes, a couple of gags, and a couple of whips. All the implements that I’m used to seeing at school are right here. I have to run the ropes through the hooks on the ceiling, but soon mom is standing on her tiptoes. I use a leather whip on her ass, not really sure why I am punishing her except that I’m angry. I’m angry about the comment Emily made. Has she been sucking dad’s cock at home since second grade?

I take off my clothes, remove the panties from her mouth, and let mom see my hard cock. “Anywhere you want it,” she says.

“I want it in Emily’s cunt,” I say.

“She sounds like she enjoyed it,” says mom. For that the mayor of Wayward gets ten more swats. They are angry, violent swats, but mom makes no sound. I stuff a penis gag in her mouth.

I let her down from the ceiling and lie down on the bed. “I like this,” I say. “I like it when you’re on top. I want to shoot my cum up into your belly. Come ride me, mom.” She climbs up, squats over me, and lets my cock slide deep inside her. I reach for her tits and squeeze them as she rides me to orgasm.

Then, I tie her back on her tiptoes. I leave the room and knock on Emily’s door. I’m naked and she makes a face at me. “Coming to show off?” she asks me.

“No,” I say. “Don’t be so juvenile. I was wondering if you have a bone to pick with mom. She’s in no position to argue.”

“You mean…”

“You could pretend you’re a teacher and she’s a student.”

“Oh, hell, Billy, I don’t have to pretend. She’s a bad mother and… I’m coming.” She pushes right past me. I’m wondering if I’d started something that was going to get out of control.

I follow her into the room. “So, Doris… mommy dearest,” says Emily. “Did he fuck you or did you blow him. Do you feel better now? Does that make all these years go away for you? It doesn’t do a damn thing for me.”

“Emily?” I say.

“Stay out of this,” she says sharply to me.

I sit down in a chair. “Don’t act like you didn’t know daddy was poking his cock in my mouth since I was 7. Don’t act like you didn’t know it was happening.” Emily picks up the wooden paddle and mom jumps about a foot from the first swat. Mom is so helpless and I’m the one that put her there. I hadn’t realized until now just how mad Emily was.

Emily stops and walks around mom. She looks at me and says, “Nice job, William. She looks like a fucking slut.” She winds up and smacks mom a foot in the air again. “Maybe I should take pictures. Let everybody see the mayor of Wayward in her finest.” Tears are running down Emily’s face as she lets her pent up feeling go for the first time in her life.

She’s been abused by dad in his own perverted way and by mom as she gave tacit approval to dad. There is no way she’s going to ever recover from that, but I can’t ignore the irony that she wants to be just like them. Her dream is to become a teacher at the school and abuse the next generation. And, why not? It’s the tradition of Wayward, Iowa. It’s been going on for 100 successful years.

Through her tears, Emily delivers another brutal swat to mom, getting the first scream (albeit muffled by the gag) that I’ve heard from a Wayward Girl. She drops the paddle limply to the ground and then sits on the floor sobbing.

Emily looks at me. “Did you fuck her or make her blow you?”

“Fucked her.”

“I want to watch her blow you.”

I lower mom to her knees and put my cock to her face. She sucks it in. Emily kneels behind mom, whispering directly into her ear. I catch phrases, “… 7-years… once a week… my mouth… my pussy... did nothing… hate you…” Mom doesn’t’ react, like a true Wayward Girl. She just sucks me until I fill her mouth with my cum. I’m not sure that Emily even paid attention to the blow job.

I let mom down and she curls up on the bed. Emily and I leave. She’s still clothed and I’m naked. “Feeling better?” I ask.

“I’m a Wayward Girl,” she says to me. “What just happened in there is between her and me. You’re my brother. Keep my secrets.”

“For a price,” I joke.

She turns, moving so quickly I can’t react; she has one hand is on my throat and the other grabs my balls. She tightens her grip on my balls. “You had your fun today. Don’t think that extends beyond 2 pm today. I’m a Wayward Girl. I’ll do whatever I have to do to succeed. You keep my secrets or else.” She lets me go and goes back into her room.

OK, the safety of the balls is the price, I’m thinking. I’ll keep her secrets, I get to keep my balls.