Home from work I headed down the hall to my bedroom to slip out of my work clothes for the day and into something more comfortable for the evening before I started supper. I noticed the door to my ex-husband’s office out of the corner of my eye. The door was not completely shut. Pulling the door closed I went to change without another thought of it. Tim would soon be home from football practice, and he would sit in the kitchen working on any homework and we’d talk about our day while I fixed supper.

Hank had left with his secretary, twenty-four-year-old, Constance four years ago. Tim had been the good thing in my life that had kept me moving forward during that time. I stood in front of my mirror nude looking at myself. Something I can’t remember doing in years. A very well-kept thirty-eight-year-old high school principal I thought. Oh, I’d hear the muffled murmurs in the hall calling me a MILF. I’d find the occasional note slipped under my door when I came into the office in the morning. I laughed aloud to the woman in the mirror. Horny teenage boys are full of hormones. Well not all of them were boys.

I studied myself turning in front of the mirror. It had always been the tits I sighed. Overly blessed with large breasts. So big they were almost comical for my stature, boys and men had always wanted them. Ten years ago, I toyed with the idea of a reduction. Hank of course was against it. The doctor had shown me pictures that had been morphed with a software of what I would look like if they took them down to double D cup. Then D cup and finally C cups. In the end, I’d made up my mind and had them lifted instead of a reduction. I just did not look like myself in the morphed pictures. The triple D cups were me. Now they stood high like they did when I was younger...

At five foot three, I was dynamite in a small package. That’s what my daddy had always called me. Thought for a different reason. I looked into my own eyes in the mirror. Why all of a sudden was I worrying about how I looked. I’d turned down every man who had flirted or hit on me since Hank left. Tim would soon graduate and probably be gone to university. Colleges were lining up to offer him a football scholarship. ‘He had brains and the hard bod- ‘. I shook my head. ‘Brains and brawn.’ Where the hell did that thought come from about his hard body,” I asked myself aloud.

I slipped on a pair of stretch pants and workout bra throwing my hair up in a ponytail. My normal dress after school. Except I normally wore a t-shirt over the workout bra, but it was still summer, and I’d been hot a lot of the day walking around campus.

Removing my contacts in the bathroom I slipped on my black-framed glasses. Supposedly nowadays they are considered sexy according to a Cosmo, someone had left, that I read in the teacher’s lounge. Who cares? Does anyone actually live like Cosmo says people should, I wondered? Tim was the only man in my life. I just want him to be happy and successful. Maybe he will take care of momma in her old age instead of putting me in a home.

Headed to the kitchen I remembered Hank’s door being open. I always left it closed and had left his shit in there after I kicked the cheater out. Neither I nor Tim went in there. I was looking in the door and everything looked normal when I heard Tim come through the door.

“Mom I’m home.”

I walked into the kitchen, “Hey baby how was your day?” Tim looked up putting his books on the table and missed the table them hitting the floor.

“Uh ... It was fine mom.”

“You ok baby?”

“Uh. Yeah, sure mom. Just misjudged the table.” I noticed a hint of color on his cheeks. Maybe he was just hot still from practice.

“Starting on supper. Having chicken fried steak.” I turned to see him look up from his book and nod then look back down. Something was bothering him. Tim could not lie to me, and I knew he lied when he said he was ok.

Working on preparing the meal as he worked on his schoolwork, I thought I heard some kind of a click. I turned and Tim was looking in his book. “So, who has you working on homework?”

“Misses Atkins. Calculus exam coming up end of the week.” Tim stayed focused on his book.

I turned around to tend the steak. “Have you been in your dad’s old office?”

“No mom.”

“Oh?” I turned to Tim. “His door was open a little when I got home.”

“Uh ... Yeah, sorry I forgot. I needed a pen last night and did not want to wake you, so I checked to see if there was some in there.”

“Was there?”

“Um ... No mom, I just finished it at school this morning.”

Tim was definitely lying to me but why? Why lie about being in Hank’s office? He lied hardly ever. I would respect his privacy. For now. Tim knew I did not like being lied to. Especially after Hank. Maybe it was important. As I said, for now.

I felt like I was being watched as I prepared supper. Looking up into the microwave over the stove I could see Tim’s reflection. He appeared to be looking at me from time to time. I turned slowly and he was looking at his books. Maybe he had been thinking.

“Sweetheart mom needs a favor.”

“Sure mom.”

“Can you go out to the garage and get me the bag of crinkle fries. I was going to mash potatoes but that will take longer.”

“I don’t mind waiting, mom.”

I turned to him Tim was looking at his books working. “Please Tim, go get them out of the freezer in the garage.”

“Uh ... Can I get it after I fin- “?

I was staring at him. He was officially acting odd. He’d always do what I asked no questions. “Tim. Please and now. You can finish that problem when you get back.”

I turned back but made to watch him in the reflection of the microwave. He got up and headed out then came back. Soon as the door was opened, and him coming back in, I turned walking to him to get them. I suddenly knew why he had balked at going to get them. Grabbing them and turned back to the counter before the color hit my cheeks.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Uh, sure mom.”

I put the fries on the tray trying to push the picture of his hard cock in his jeans out of my mind. The more I tried to push it out of my mind the more it wanted to stay. Shit, he was hung. I put the fries in the oven and went to the restroom in the hall quickly. My nipples were hard as a fucking rock and sticking out in the bra. With these big breasts, I’d inherited thick nipples that were hard to hide.

“Tim, could you turn the steaks?” I called from the bathroom.

“Yes ma’am.”

Shit, they weren’t going down. Maybe Tim won’t note ... Wait! Was he hard because of me? Had he been staring at me instead of thinking? ‘Shit Betty!’ I said in my head. Was that click him taking a picture of me with his phone? Why was he lying to me? Calm the hell down I said to myself in the mirror. It was all coincidence.

“Mom, I think they are about done,” Tim called.

“Take them out and put them on the paper towels on the plate please.”

Under control, I came out and finished supper. Tim looked at his plate a lot while we talked and ate. I felt myself smiling and getting excited. That little stud was doing his best to avoid looking at me. I felt a little bad for him and a little ashamed of myself. I was enjoying it and shouldn’t.

Usually, Tim would help me with dishes, but I felt like he needed a break and told him to go turn on the TV. Tonight, I put them in the dishwasher, usually, we did not use it with just the two of us.

I smiled sipping my wine as we watched TV. Yeah, he was definitely trying not to look at me. “Why don’t you go put some shorts on? Aren’t you hot in those jeans?”

“I- I think I will just go shower and lay down for the night mom.”

“Ok sweetheart.”

Tim got up making sure to keep the Sports Illustrated he’d been reading in front of him to hide his erection. He’d need a bigger magazine I thought. “Hey, does your old worn-out mother not rate a night kiss anymore?” He always kissed goodnight.

“Sorry, mom.” Tim came back planting one on my cheek.

“I guess you have grown up on me. I remember when you were little, you’d always tell me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. You’ve grown up and your mom has got old.” I gave a fake sigh.

Tim kissed my cheek again. “Mom, you know you are still the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I figured that was Jennifer,” I said as he was walking to his room.

“No mom it’s still you.” He said with his back to me going down the hall. “Now I felt heat in my cheeks.” He’d not lied. I could tell.

I got up in the middle of the night. I’d been tossing and turning. Tim was in my dreams. Mainly walking through school with that massive erection in his jeans. Headed down the hall I noticed the light coming from under Hank’s office door. I was about to open it when I heard Tim talking. Leaning my ear to the door.

“Hey, Amelia. I just finished the next chapter. About to email it to you.” I could tell Tim was listening to whomever he was talking to. “Ok Miss Thompson, see you in class tomorrow.”

I could tell by the sounds Tim was shutting things down. I hurried back to my room and waited till I heard him go into his. Why was Tim hiding he was writing something for school? What was he writing for school that was in chapters I wondered? I made up my mind to respect his privacy. Surely when it was done, I would get to see it. I mean if he was writing something big it had to be for a school project.

Over the next week, I tried to nonchalantly find out if Miss Thompson had some literary project going on where the students were writing something. From what I could gather was no. Frustrated that Tim was hiding something from me I had done something I had never done. Snooped.

I left school an hour early and knew the coach planned on keeping them late. Philip kept the boys late on Wednesday so he could cut practice early Thursday before Friday’s game.

I started in Tim’s room. His tablet and laptop were there and neither was locked. I searched his email. Nothing from Miss Thompson and no word documents that were not normal stuff. No story, no chapters. Nothing.

It all had to be on Hank’s old desktop, so I headed to the office. Hank like Tim never kept a password on his PC. Booting it up I waited and was surprised it had a password on it. I tried Tim’s birthday. Jennifer’s name, then birthday. Clicking the password hint. “Beautiful” just a one-word hint. I typed in beautiful. Nothing. I typed in several other words that meant the same thing. Frustrated I typed in Betty. The screen unlocked. I smiled feeling a little embarrassed and waited as the machine finished starting up. Pulling one of the drawers open as I waited on the old machine to start up, I was a little shocked. There were printed-out pictures of several women wearing sexy latex outfits. Pulling them out I realized they weren’t just naughty pictures but prints from an online catalog. Each latex suit was a little different. One had a note written at the top. “This one B3.” I knew Tim’s handwriting and it was his.

Once the old machine was finished, I went to click the browser to open and look for his email when I noticed a folder on the desktop named B3. Opening the file, I noticed two Word documents but also JPEGs named A1 through A3 then one named B3. The Word documents were named STATS and another named B3 chapter 4.

I double-clicked the first JPEG figuring I would open them in the order they were across the screen. When it loaded I felt my chin drop? It was a picture of me in a bikini from last summer. I’d not taken it. Tim had to have taken it without me knowing it.

A2 was a picture of me smiling, that one I remember Tim taking. He’d said he needed it for his caller ID.

A3 was the scanned picture of the woman in the latex suit he’d written B3 on.

B3 was the picture of the girl in the latex suit with my head photoshopped on it. Shocked or not I had to say he’d done a great job with it.

What the hell was all this, was the next thing through my mind. Why would he do this? Wait did he send this to anyone? Shit Miss Thompson? I pulled the browser up. He’d saved his email password. Only one in the sent e-mail bin. B3 C4 was the title. A reply was sent to it.

“I will edit it after school tomorrow and send it back to you.”

Then another reply. “My god Tim. This ... Well, it’s so hot and sexy ... I ... Damn Tim. I’m not sure I can keep editing these. If your mother found out she might think you and I are doing more than me editing your story. I could get fired. But dammit they turn me on so ... Just keep it under wraps. You are too handsome for me to be accused of doing things with. Nobody would believe I did not ... But my god the three of us together ... I’m sorry Tim as your teacher I should not be thinking about the three of us doing naughty things.”

Tim replied to her. “I’m sorry Amelia. I can stop. I do not wish to put you in jeopardy.”

“No Tim it’s ok. I got a little ... Well excited. I know we’d neither one cross that line. All of your secrets are safe with me and I’m glad we found an outlet for them.”

“Thank you, Amelia. You are the only one I can talk to about some things.”

What the hell is all of this about I wondered? I mean there was more than the story going on. Tim had secrets other than the story he could tell her. What? How could I find out?

He had a few emails in his trash. People had told John Constance how much they enjoyed his story. How they could not wait on the next chapter. Many praises for how great the story was and how sexy it was. Who the hell is John Constance? Who are these people reading what I now knew was a story he had written? No. Was writing. John Constance had to be his pen name. How and where were they reading them?

I clicked on the Word document B3 C4. I had to know what it was about and maybe I could figure out what secrets he had.

Chapter 4 The Further Adventures of Bouncing Black Betty (B3 - CH4)

Stepping out of her blue Nissan Maxima once the garage door had closed, Betty shut the car door tracing her hand across the matte black Nissan 400Z parked in the garage with it. She drove the 400Z only for her second job at night.

The kids at school would freak out of they saw the beautiful Principal in that hot sports car that was not even available to the public yet. It never would be available to the public with bulletproof glass, Kevlar in the doors, and the extra horsepower of the powerful engine under the hood.

Standing in her bathroom she shook her long black hair down from the tight bun she wore every day, it spilling down to the wonderful curve of her toned ass cheeks. Pulling the black glass off she stepped into the shower letting the steamy hot water wash away a day of students, faculty, and parents from her beautiful body.

Sensually her well-manicured hands washed her trim, toned, sexy body. The hot water and soap felt wonderful on her beautiful body after the day. Betty took extra time washing her abnormally large breasts. Abnormal for a woman of only five foot three and one hundred and twenty pounds.

Oh god, he was writing about me! He had my weight almost right. I was one-thirty. My hair, every detail. I drove a Maxima and want a Z when they came out. I’d been saving for one. I pulled up the Stats document and sure enough, he had mine down. Along with Amelia ... Shit, he literally described Miss Thompson. Then Timothy. I was sure that was him ... Shit if this was right no wonder his jeans were full last night. I was almost mad ... No, I wasn’t ... I was curious. I had to read more.

Dry and standing in front of the antique dresser in her room she looked at her body in its mirror. The bruise on her ribs almost healed from Saturday night’s activities.

Long hair up in a ponytail she put her contacts in, applied her makeup, then talcum powder to her body. The powder would help when putting her second set of work clothes on. The black latex that had become her signature look. The black latex that the criminal underworld had come to fear.

The average man saw the most beautiful blue-eyed woman in the world in tight latex with breasts that defied the norm and even gravity itself when they stood straight out bouncing with her walk. Criminals on the other hand knew the rumors of how this Goddess Vigilante took out the trash.

Bouncing Black Betty had taken down a mob boss, and two corrupt city councilmen and now had her sights set on Mayor Teddy Burnside.

I stopped reading to get a glass of chilled wine. Maybe this story wasn’t as bad as I was afraid of. While filling my glass any anger I had went away. It was obvious to me he was using the picture as inspiration for his story.

Back in front of the PC with my wine, I picked up reading the story.

Inside her useless ex-husband’s office, Betty pulled a book called Lying Ass Cheater forward on the shelf causing the bookcase to slide open presenting a spiraling staircase.

I had to stop and laugh reading that part...

Coming down the stairs her young, beautiful assistant Amelia stood with a clipboard waiting on Betty. “How’s our guest today, Miss Thompson?”

“He has been fed and had two I.V.’s. He is ready for your torture session. Shall I give you an hour and order Thai tonight?”

Betty smiled at her young assistant. “Yes, Thai sounds lovely.”

“Don’t forget your handcuffs,” Amelia said handing the black cuffs to Betty.

While Amelia went upstairs Betty sat in front of the monitors watching her captive. While she could find no dirt on him, he was privy to the mayor’s meetings and would be a wealth of information. So far, he had endured three days of torture. He would break. They all do.

Betty looked over his file again. Timothy had a business degree from the University of Theophilus. Local, home-grown boy. He’d been a high school football star who’d gotten a full-ride scholarship.

Sipping my wine. He’d worked with Miss Thompson on the story. Maybe that is why she edited it. Still, he was ... Shit, I can’t be mad. He has himself in it also. Apparently, he is a good guy in a bad situation about to be tortured.

Betty watched the monitors again seeing him laying on the narrow unpadded bench. Four steel rings bolted to the floor kept his hand and feet stretched tight at all times. Anytime he had to eat Amelia would give him a tranquilizer that wore off in only a few minutes and left no harmful side effects. He would awake feet still chained out and hands cuffed together. He was allowed nutrition and fluids. He’d need those to endure the torture. Especially the fluids.

Too bad he was an employee of a bad guy Betty thought looking at the cameras. He was a handsome young man. Six foot three and all muscle. Especially that muscle that lay hanging between his nude thighs.

Tonight, she would break him. She knew he was on the verge. Standing Betty walked down the small dark corridor, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, opening his cell.

Raising his head, he saw the gorgeous brunette that was his captor. She had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The eye mask hid some of her face, but her blue eyes held him captive alone. “Please I have nothing to do with the mayor’s activities you seek. Let me go. I won’t say a word.”

Betty stood silently looking at his naked body. She felt her own body responding to his. Something that had never happened when she’d tortured the others.

“Please!” He begged again.

Holding the handcuffs up she saw the pained look on his face and smiled. She also saw out of the corner of her eyes that large cock of his starting to rise. “You know Timothy ... That is by far the largest cock I have ever seen. I hate to torture it. Not only is it large it’s quite beautiful. That fat mushroom and all those veins on it. They feel so good in me. Why don’t you tell me all you know?”

“But I don’t know anything. I swear.”

“Naughty boy.” Betty opened one cuff and moved toward his throbbing cock.

“No please!”

The clicking of the cuff tightening around his cock and balls was his answer as she tightened it slowly click by click.

I downed my wine in one big gulp and went back for the bottle. Fuck me this is so hot and naughty I thought. I was turned on and had to find out what Betty ... No, what I was about to do to Tim.

All you have to do Timothy to end this torture is tell me everything. When is Burnside meeting with the Mechanic?”

“I don’t know who the Mechanic is?”

Slowly Betty reached between her legs and under herself. Pulling the zipper from the back to the front till her ass and pussy were exposed. Moving to straddle his face he pushed her soaked pussy hard on Timothy’s face mashing his head against the steel bench under him. “Lick it!” She demanded and she ground so hard on his face that his nose begin to bleed.

“Naughty boy, don’t bleed on me!” Reaching back, she smacked the head of his swollen aching cock making him cry out.

Noticing how swollen his balls were she smiled knowing he’d soon break. He’d had blue balls for three days. Kneeling she grabbed the base and slowly licked up his hard full balls, up the underside of his shaft to the head flicking her tongue across the hole several times. Betty groaned against her own will tasting his precum that was flowing.

“Please he panted.

“Tell me what I wanna know Timothy.” Running her manicured nails across the head she saw his nipples get hard and his skin goose flesh. Straddling Timothy, she pushed his fat cockhead between her wet lips. Dropping down they both screamed as she slammed down on his cock. Him from his aching balls all but erupting and her from his massive cock slamming her cervix.

Reaching over she pulled the wheeled monitor close and stuck the electrodes to his chest. She’d be able to better monitor his coming orgasm this way.

Slowly she rode his ridged cock. Yanking her pussy off his huge cock just as he was about to cum. Betty was frustrated now, she’d been close herself. Giving him time to calm down she eased back down on him again as his heart rate settled. “All you have to do is tell me Timothy and all this stops. You can cum then. Wouldn’t you like to cum for me?”

His cock jerked in her hot pussy. “Yes, Betty!” His voice was almost a cry for help.

“Tell me, Timothy. Tell me about the Mechanic.”

“Please God. I don’t know who you are talking about.”

Betty rode till she came, and Timothy was close, so close and she stood up stopping his orgasm from coming.

“Timothy,” Betty knelt beside him wiping the blood from his nose and lip with a towel. “Tell me handsome, and this can all end. Three days. You have almost come forty-three times and surely by now you know I won’t let you till you do. You have to be in such intense pain.”

“I swear. Please. I’ve never heard that name. Or Richard Barnes as you keep saying. Show me his face or something. Please, Betty! I will do anything. Tell you anything, if you would just let me cum. But I do not know. God, I wish I did.” Timothy slammed his head back against the steel bench so hard Betty was afraid he would concuss himself. Could he be telling the truth? Had the mayor hidden this from his closest employee?

Leaving the room Betty retrieved a tablet from the console of monitors. Coming back, she pulled up an image, turning it to Timothy. “This is the Mechanic.” Betty kept her smile inside, for an instant she had read recognition on Timothy’s face. “You know him.” She lowered her wet pussy slowly down his cock which was now purple from the cuffs. They did not cut the circulation off that was dangerous, but they slowed it enough.

Gently almost tenderly she rode him. His eyes focused on the zipper down the middle of her latex. With a smile, she slowly pulled it down to her navel. Leaning over she let them spill out of the latex. A large brown, thick swollen nipple was just out of his mouth’s reach.

“Tell me, Timothy. Then you can suck these while you relieve that aching cock.”

“No.”

“No?” Betty said sitting up straight.

“I want something in return.”

This was new. Timothy was a clean-cut guy just working for a terrible man. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“I told you that you can fill me- “Timothy cut her off shaking his head.

“you’ve said yourself, I’m a good man ... And I am. If you take the cuffs off my cock. Let me fill you.”

“Then what?” Betty raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“You let me work with you ... But you and I are a couple. I see how you look at me. I turn you on as much as you do me. You can torture your suspects, but I get to make love to you nightly.”

Hoping off of him fast Betty left the cell slamming the door. Timothy could hear the click of her stiletto boots on the stairs as she went up them. He willed for his cock to go down, but it wouldn’t. It hurt bad. She’d never left him like this. She’d always removed the cuffs. Had he gone too far he wondered. He did not care. She was a Goddess in his mind.

Minutes later the cell door opened again. Timothy looked up to see the petite strawberry blond that he only knew as A. Releasing his cock from the cuffs she smiled. “You’ve done something I’ve never seen anyone do.”

“What?” Timothy asked with a croak. Amelia could tell he was thirsty. She left and quickly returned with a cup of Pedialyte for him.

“You frustrated Betty. I’ve never seen that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Not sure if that is a good or bad thing. You have to sleep now where I can put you down for the night.”

“Thank you, A.,”

Timothy figured he would wake up a little while later, strapped down to a hospital bed with an IV giving him fluids. That was the norm after Bouncing Black Betty tortured his cock.

“You’ve hardly eaten a bite,” Amelia said.

“I know.”

“What happened down there?”

“He’s a good guy. Just in a bad situation. He’s handsome and smart. Never been in any trouble. He wants to join us.”

“And you’re falling for him.”

“Dammit, I’ve fallen for him yes.”

“Then let him. You and I don’t have to be lovers to work together. It’s been nice though.”

“Would you?”

“What?”

“Be lovers with the two of us Amelia? I can’t give you up ... As a lover.”

The young blond smiled at her boss and mentor. “Of course. You just fuck him. I’ve been taking care of him. I talk to him. He is a wonderful man. Yes, I would! We could all work together and be lovers.”

I suddenly realized I’d quit reading and was panting. I was not even sure when my hand had slid my panties to the side under my skirt and I began to finger myself. My top was open. I’d apparently yanked it open some of the buttons missing. One of my breasts out over my bra top and my nipple was tender from the pinching and pulling I’d been doing during my masturbation. The wooden desk chair had a little puddle in it. I had to see how this ended. I now consciously rubbed my pussy while reading.

Timothy shook his head. Groaning his eyes closed he tried to move his arms and legs and realized he was still restrained. Betty stood looking down at him. He could tell he was no longer in the cell upon opening his eyes and they began to focus. He was in a bedroom. He watched as Betty pulled the zipper slowly down exposing the monstrous breasts and smiled at him watching the sheet push up at his crotch. Bending over, her ass toward him she reached back under grabbing the other zipper slowly exposing her ass and pussy to him. Timothy swallowed hard his throat dry again.

Feeling the bed move on the other side he saw A in another black latex suit unzipping it. Yanking the sheet back A grabbed his cock with her latex gloves holding it upright. Betty straddled him lowering her volcanic hot tunnel down his shaft. “You had best not cum. If you, do you go back downstairs.” Timothy nodded as she rode his large cock until she came.

Her big breasts were so firm looking and bouncing his eyes glued to them. “Now you know why they call her Bouncing Black Betty,” A. said. Betty’s pussy tightened as her orgasm started. Timothy strained pulling at the binds on his hands so hard the huge oak headboard groaned. The muscles in his arms, chest, and abs all straining to hold back till his impending orgasm till Betty was done. His sexy bulging muscles along with his cock had made her squirt. Something she’d not done with a man in years.

Leaning over Betty kissed him deeply. “Now her, and you better not cum.”

Lowering herself down on Timothy’s massive cock Amelia groaned. “My name is Amelia.”

“Amelia.” Timothy panted as she began to ride.

Betty lay beside him rubbing her latex glove over his chest. “Such a big cock.” Betty said as Amelia rode it.

“Nine inches,” Amelia moaned. “I measured it while he was asleep.”

Betty laughed. “Such a naughty girl.” Her words and Timothy’s cock sent her over the edge into a squirting orgasm. Timothy again made the thick oak headboard groan with his straining.

Amelia lay beside him and kissed him.

Betty lowered her pussy back down on his cock. “You promise you will tell us everything?”

“God yes.”

“You will join us and be our lover and companion.”