My mom, Christina, had been at war with one of her students, Zack, the starting quarterback on the university's football team. The meathead, who was left behind a year, had no trouble getting girls his age...hell, I think half the campus wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend because if you weren't his friend, he was your bully.
Christina was the law of the school board. She was essentially the principal and the dean rolled into one. She'd been doing this position for the last year, an acting position with an amalgamated role, as her predecessor had left the job to run another college. Before that, Christina taught physical education and home economics. Her paths crossed with Zack's countless times, as she had reprimanded him for his behavior, his attitude, his bullying, and even for catching the head cheerleader sucking his enormous cock under the bleachers of the football field.
My mom talked about her frustrations a lot. Sometimes she didn't even ask me how I was or how my day went - she just came home and talked about Zack, ad-nauseum. How she had her hands full with the 'big guy', how 'strong' of a fight he put up against her during their encounters, how she didn't know what to do with this 'thick' headed 'piece of meat.' I threw in a little innuendo of my own by suggesting that my mother was being too 'hard' on him, and to remember how she was when she was his age, even though Christina was only five years older than him.
I got a part-time job at the school doing cleanup duty on the side to pay for school, thanks to my mom. I got a first-hand experience of how Zack ruled the school when he gave me a swirly in the boy's locker room after practice. He told me all newbies, staff or otherwise, had to go through initiation. I unsuccessfully struggled to free myself as the football team held my arms back while Zack pissed right on my face after a big game. Laughing at my misfortune. Zack told me he knew I wouldn't say anything, as it would only suffer further humiliation. Considering I wasn't even a student there, and a couple of years older than Zack, this wasn't something I wanted out there.
Thing got worse as time went on, as Zack would dump garbage in front of me when I was sweeping, or make me trip by sticking out his foot when I walked by him. I told my mom everything, all the bullying her son went through at the hands of the school jock. She was shocked at first, then told me how disappointed she was that the boy she raised was a complete wimp, a sissy, who couldn't stand up to a real man.
This hurt. A lot. But there was a lot of truth to it, so I decided to do something about my tormentor. Later that day, Zack confronted me in the locker room as I was scrubbing toilets. He approached me from behind and suffocated me with his jockstrap, and man did it smell rank. It clearly had just been worn, and there were cum and piss stains lingering on the plastic. I pulled the cup of my face and charged at Zack as all his meathead friends cheered him on. It was brutal: I didn't get one punch in. Instead, I tried to block off shot after shot that Zack threw at my face. I fell on my back and lay there, defeated. I was so out of that I didn't realize Zack was pissing on me until he was finished. I didn't hear the laughter from his buddies as the starting quarterback pissed on me.
I ran to my mom's office and told her what happened. She immediately called Zack into her office to reprimand him. The big jock came in with a cocky swagger and asked my mother - his superior - why she was coddling someone who smelled like piss. My mom got up from behind her desk, sat on top of it facing Zack with her legs open, with her skirt revealing her smooth, silky thighs. Her right leg began running up and down Zack's calf. She crossed her arms and told Zack she's at her wit's end with him - he was out of her control. It was one thing that he bulled the entire student body, but now he was bullying her son, humiliating him in the process, and getting away with it. She didn't even look at me when she said that, I don't know if she realized she was belittling me in front of my new bully.
