Chapter 15

I groaned, stirring from a deep sleep as warmth enveloped my morning wood. My eyes fluttered open, and there she was—my mom, her head bobbing slowly between my legs, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock like it was her favorite treat. The room was dimly lit by the morning sun peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her naked body sprawled across the bed. Her big tits swayed gently with each movement, and I could feel her tongue swirling around my shaft, teasing the underside while she sucked with that perfect, loving pressure. Fuck, this felt incredible. Every nerve in my body lit up, the pleasure pulling me from drowsiness into pure bliss. I didn’t want this to end. School? Fuck school. I just wanted to lie here all day, letting my mom worship my dick like the cum-hungry slut she’d become.

But then it hit me—the plan. Our scheme to take down that smug bastard Guber. The thought of wiping that self-righteous grin off his face, of turning the school into my personal playground without his interference, sent a jolt of excitement through me. A wicked smile spread across my lips, and suddenly I was wide awake, my heart pounding with anticipation. Yeah, today was going to be epic. I couldn’t wait to see the shock in his eyes when we nailed him. That fire ignited something primal in me, turning my lazy morning haze into raw aggression. Mom was going too slow now, all gentle and teasing. I needed more. I needed to pound out this energy, to dominate her throat like the fuck toy she was.

I reached down, grabbing fistfuls of her soft brown hair, twisting it around my fingers for a solid grip. “That’s it, you dirty whore,” I growled, my voice rough with lust. “But we’re doing this my way now.” I yanked her head up and down, forcing her mouth to slide along my full length. She gagged a little at first, her eyes watering as I pulled her all the way down, burying her nose in my pubes. My cock plunged deep into her throat, the tight, wet heat squeezing me like a vice. I started slow, letting her adjust, feeling her throat muscles relax around my invading shaft. But that didn’t last. I built up speed quickly, thrusting my hips up to meet her face, really face-fucking her now—hard and fast, like a piston hammering away.

“Fuck yeah, this is what I needed,” I moaned, my breaths coming in sharp gasps. The bed creaked under us as I used her mouth like a personal fleshlight. Her hands gripped my thighs for support, but she didn’t pull away—no, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out with that incredible suction, craving every inch. Face-fucking my own mom was the best way to start the day. It felt so wrong, so taboo, but that only made it hotter. “Take it, you cock-sucking bitch,” I snarled, pounding her throat relentlessly. “Take every fucking inch down that greedy throat of yours. You love being my cum dumpster, don’t you?”

She hummed in agreement around my dick, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure straight to my balls. I could feel my load building, swelling in my nuts like a volcano ready to erupt. It was going to be massive—all that pent-up aggression from the plan, from yesterday’s conquests, churning into a huge blast of jizz. “Get ready, Mom,” I panted, fucking her face even faster now, lightning speed, my hips a blur. “Hope you’re thirsty, you filthy slut, ‘cause I’ve got a big fucking load for you to swallow.”

Right as my orgasm hit, I held her head down firm, my cock buried balls-deep in her throat. I exploded, blast after thick blast of hot cum shooting straight down her gullet. She swallowed rapidly, gulping it all like a pro, her throat working overtime to take every drop. I could feel her milking me, not spilling a single bit. Panting heavily, I finally released her hair, my body trembling from the intensity. “Holy shit, Mom, that was amazing,” I gasped, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. “I came so hard it feels like I just had a full workout.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips and smiling up at me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up on shaky legs, my cock still semi-hard and glistening. The room smelled of sex and morning breath, but I felt invigorated. I headed toward the door, making my way into the hall, the cool air hitting my naked skin as I left her bedroom behind.

I stepped into the hallway, the worn wooden floor creaking under my bare feet. The narrow corridor was dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges and a faint musty smell from the old house. Doors lined both sides—mine on the left, Jess’s across from it, and the shared bathroom at the end. My cock was still tingling from Mom’s throat, but I needed a shower. I’d promised Jess we’d do it together today, and the thought of her wet, naked body under the spray had me hardening up again. Time to wake her lazy ass up.

I pushed open the door to Jess’s room, the hinges squeaking softly. It was a small space, just like mine—a single bed with rumpled sheets twisted around her waist, a vanity cluttered with makeup tubes and brushes, and a chair piled high with clothes that looked like they’d been there for days. Posters of bands and some edgy art hung on the walls, and the morning light filtered through thin curtains, casting a warm glow on her. There she was, sitting up in bed, stretching her arms overhead like a cat waking from a nap. Her perky C-cup tits were on full display, nipples hardening in the cool air, bouncing slightly with the movement. The sheets pooled around her waist, leaving her toned stomach and the edge of her panties visible. She looked so fucking delicious, all sleepy and vulnerable, her brown hair tousled and green eyes half-lidded.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, my eyes devouring her body.

She yawned wide, arching her back a bit more, which only made her boobs jiggle enticingly. “Morning, stud,” she replied, her voice husky from sleep.

“If you don’t get a move on, I’ll shower without you,” I warned, crossing my arms, though my gaze lingered on those perfect tits.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” she grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “What’s the rush all of a sudden?”

“I’m amped up thinking about how we’re going to get Guber,” I told her, excitement bubbling in my chest. The plan to take down that prick was like fuel to my fire, making me eager to get to school and watch him crumble.

Jess stood up, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties that hugged her hips and barely covered her ass. Even in her groggy state, she looked so yummy—that tight, thin build, those curves begging to be grabbed. My cock twitched, the urge to pin her against the wall and fuck the shit out of her overwhelming. I wanted to bend her over right there, ram my dick into her until she screamed my name. But I could hold out for the five seconds it’d take to get to the bathroom. Barely.

She padded past me into the hall, her ass swaying hypnotically, and I followed, my eyes glued to it. We stepped into the tiny shared bathroom—cracked tiles on the walls, a sink with rust stains around the drain, a toilet crammed in the corner, and the shower-tub combo with its mildew-stained curtain half-pulled. The space was cramped, the air becoming steamy as Jess twisted the faucet, adjusting the water until it sprayed hot from the showerhead. She striped off her panties, then stepped into the tub, the water cascading over her skin. Then she bent over, bracing her hands on the tub’s edge, her ass presented like a gift.

“Pick a hole,” she said teasingly, wiggling her hips, water dripping down her back.

I quickly stepped in behind her, the warm spray hitting my skin, mixing with the steam that fogged the air. The tub was slick underfoot, the curtain rattling as I pulled it closed. Grabbing the conditioner bottle from the edge, I poured a generous amount onto her ass, the cool liquid making her shiver. I started working it in, my hands sliding over her smooth cheeks, spreading them to rub the slickness into her tight little hole.

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to pick that hole,” Jess giggled, looking back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Shouldn’t have offered it then,” I retorted, smirking as I massaged the conditioner deeper, my fingers teasing her puckered entrance.

“Just go easy back there, okay?” she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I’m not ready for Beast Mode like you gave Regina last night.”

“Don’t worry, Jess,” I chuckled, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. “I know what a wimp you are.”

She shot me an angry look over her shoulder, her brows furrowing, but she didn’t say a word. Smart girl—she knew correcting me would just earn her a harder pounding. I just smirked back, loving the power, and started working my fingers into her ass. It wasn’t our first time doing anal, but she didn’t have a ton of experience, so I went slow, pushing one slick finger in, then two, stretching her tight ring. With my other hand, I rubbed her pussy, circling her clit, feeling her get wetter under my touch. She moaned, pushing back against me, her body trembling as I fingered both holes.

Her breaths quickened, and soon she was cumming, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her ass gripping tight. That was my cue. I lined up my throbbing cock, slick with conditioner, and eased in halfway, grabbing her perky tits for leverage, squeezing those firm mounds hard. “Fuck, you’re such a tight little anal whore,” I growled, working the rest of my length in inch by inch until I was buried balls-deep in her ass.

“Fuck, you have me so stuffed back there,” Jess moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles, the water pounding down on us.

I could tell she was ready, so I started moving in and out, fucking her ass at a slow, steady pace. The tightness was incredible, like a velvet vice squeezing my shaft with every thrust. Soon, Jess was moaning encouragement, begging for more, so I took that as my cue to speed up. I didn’t go full Beast Mode, but I still gave her ass a good pounding—slamming in harder, my hips slapping against her wet cheeks, the water making everything slick and messy.

“Take it, you dirty ass slut,” I snarled, mauling her tits, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. “This hole is mine, you pathetic little bitch. Beg for my cum in your worthless ass.”

Jess started cumming again, her body shaking, her ass clenching around me like a fist, and that pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and exploded, filling her ass with blast after blast of hot cum, pumping her full until it leaked out around my shaft. Not a moment too soon—the hot water was running out, turning chilly and making us both gasp.

As quick as we could after that intense fuck, we soaped up, lathering each other’s bodies hurriedly, rinsing off under the cooling spray. Jess turned to me, her eyes playful. “When are you going to do your manly duties and install a multi-head shower with never-ending hot water like Regina has?”

I chuckled, slapping her ass lightly. “I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow morning.”

We stepped out, drying off with the threadbare towels, and headed to our respective rooms to get dressed, the steam lingering in the air behind us.

I grabbed my backpack from my room, slinging it over one shoulder as I headed downstairs, the creaky wooden steps groaning under my weight. The house felt even more lived-in now, with unpacked boxes finally cleared away, leaving the narrow hallway and modest living room looking almost normal. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out—a text from Regina: “I will be there in 5.” Perfect. I paced the living room a bit, glancing at the clock, waiting for her while Jess took her sweet time upstairs finishing her makeup. That girl could primp for hours if I let her.

Through the front window, I saw Regina’s sleek Mercedes convertible pull up to the curb outside our small, worn-down house—the faded paint and cracked siding looking even shabbier next to her luxury ride. The exterior was a far cry from the gated mansions she was used to, with our overgrown yard and the sagging chain-link fence doing nothing to impress. I yelled upstairs, my voice echoing up the narrow staircase, “Jess, hurry your ass up! Regina’s here!” Then I stepped out onto the crumbling concrete porch, the morning air cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew on the patchy grass. I walked down the narrow, cracked driveway to greet her, leaning against the car as she rolled down the window, looking as put-together as ever in her designer outfit.

“Everything is all set for Operation Purger” she tells me, her blueish-grey eyes sparkling with that controlling gleam she always had.

“Purger, huh? That’s the name you came up with for the plan?” I replied, raising an eyebrow, a grin tugging at my lips.

“Yes, it is an acronym: PURGER—Plan to Unseat and Replace Guber’s Evil Regime,” she said, all proud of herself, sitting up a little straighter in the driver’s seat.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “That’s actually pretty good. How’d you come up with that?”

“I cannot take credit. Karen actually came up with it last night.”

“Really? Ditzy Karen came up with that?” I asked, still chuckling, imagining the blonde airhead puzzling over letters.

“Yes, actually. She is quite adept at coming up with acronyms. Not much else, but for some strange reason, acronyms are her jam.”

I just shook my head, smirking. “Well, we all gotta be good at something, I suppose.” But goddamn, what was taking Jess so long? Impatience boiled up, and I turned back to the house, yelling from the open doorway, “Jess, get your ass down here!”

“Coming, I’m coming!” she yelled back, her footsteps thundering down the stairs. She appeared at the bottom, looking fresh and put-together in another new outfit—this one more casual than yesterday’s, a simple top and jeans that hugged her figure without being too revealing. Nothing risqué today; we couldn’t afford any dress code violations that might screw up our plans. Her brown hair was styled just right, makeup enhancing her green eyes, and she flashed me a bratty grin as she grabbed her bag.

We piled into Regina’s car—me in the front passenger seat, Jess squeezing into the back of the cramped convertible. The leather seats were plush and smelled of that new-car scent mixed with Regina’s perfume. She pulled away smoothly, the engine purring as we headed toward Emily’s place. The neighborhood streets were quiet, lined with similar cookie-cutter houses, but Emily’s was a modest single-story home with a neatly trimmed lawn and a small porch, looking a bit more maintained than ours.