Relative Perversions

Relative Perversions: Ch. 10 - Getting A Peace in the End

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Les returns home after school the next day to find Candi waiting on him. It's time to have a mother/son chat.

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[Incest/Taboo] ()

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Tuesday, February 5

th

, 2019

Once again, Les was saved by the thoughtfulness of a slut. He and Violet had screwed like pornstars well into the night and only stopped when collapsing from sheer exhaustion. As such, and like always, Les did not set an alarm for school. Violet, however, did. Though this did not solve the problem of the fact that the only clothes he had were his shoes. Despite his numerous protests, Les had to cave and allow Violet to quickly buy him a shirt and shorts from the hotel gift shop. Then, she expertly drove him to school dropping him off with promises of more raw, animalistic sex once he was out of school.

Les' grin was wiped from his face when he found the school officer waiting for him at the front door. Despite his being on time before the first bell, he was marched straight to the principal's office to wait. The first bell came and went while he fumed in his chair. It took him a while, but he finally noticed something odd.

The school's main office had two women that handled the daily paperwork of its operation. One was officially the receptionist charged with greeting visitors and talking to students that came in on teacher errands, while the other was officially the archivist charged with handling the filing of forms and overseeing the accuracy of all documents. However, both women had become close and knew how to do one another's job that they seamlessly shared duties and helped one another when one or the other's workload became too large to bear. The younger of the pair was Ms. Davies, a college graduate about Violet's age that was a classic blonde cheerleader-type in terms of looks. The more mature of the duo was Mrs. Walker, a somewhat plump yet still solidly MILF woman whose curves were stacked in all the right places. The pair usually had a reputation as being stern and unwilling to put up with students' foolishness. Many was a would-be Lothario surprised when his flirting gained him a month of detention.

It was with this in mind that Les found it peculiar that both women seemed to keep sneaking furtive glances at him. If he had not kept seeing them do it, he would have chalked it up to his imagination. In fact, when Ms. Davies caught her in one moment where their eyes met, she turned away quickly back to her work but not before her face took on a crimson hue. Surreptitiously looking closer, he noticed that Mrs. Walker had two extra buttons undone than normal on her blouse displaying a generous peek at her massive cleavage which shook and jiggled slightly from her labored breathing. During all of this strange new information flooding his brain, Les was called into the principal's office.

Keith Thornton was a very unpleasant man. Physically, he seemed almost a caricature of the stereotypical lecherous, seedy man. Overweight with pasty, blotched and acne-scarred skin and greasy, unkempt hair, he was unpleasant to look at. Given that it seemed as though he had failed at every endeavor in life (novel writing, professional gaming, etc.), he seemed intent to wallow in the rut his life had become and attempted to make everyone else's life as miserable as his own. He had seemed to take particular glee recently in administering Les' recent suspension. The teen had dreaded walking into the man's office since he knew it had to have something to do with the events at the end of the previous school day, but he was thrown for a loop when he found Candy perched in a chair in front of the principal's desk. Mother and principal both turned to regard Les as he entered.

"Come in, Mr. Morrow," Mr. Thornton sneered. "Have a seat while your mother and I finish."

Candy flashed a quick, motherly smile at her son before continuing what was obviously a heated exchange, "From everything that I've seen in the footage you've shown, it appears that Les had no choice in the incident and was in fact the target."

"Mrs. Morrow," the principal somehow made the title sound condescending. "We do not tolerate students walking around the grounds naked. Period."

"I see. You don't tolerate students being nude, but you tolerate bullying it appears."

"Now see hear, lady, we have a firm no toler-"

"Yes, I am a lady, and you'd do well to remember that. Otherwise, I'd have slapped you senseless for trying to imply that my son purposefully walked around the parking lot naked when the video that you, yourself, showed me clearly shows several of your student athletes guarding his clothes hanging from the flagpole while others yank off his towel in front of the student body. That's what I see, and I'm sure that the PTA will see the same thing when this video is shown to them."

"The PTA doesn't-"

"Then again, in today's digital age, half of them have probably already seen the footage since kids post everything nowadays. I'm actually a little surprised that some of them haven't contacted you already to demand an answer on the obvious bullying problem that is being displayed." As if to prove her point, Ms. Davies interrupted on the intercom to inform the principal that a number of parents were calling and insisting to speak with him. Candy merely smirked at the small man who had turned beet red.

With a few terse words, Thornton dismissed the mother and son with promises that he would resolve the matter. Due to the lack of admonishment upon the student, Les knew that he had avoided any punishment and wanted to get out without pushing his luck. Thus, he beat a retreat out of the office to stop by Ms. Davies to get a pass since he was now late for class. When he exited the front office, he was confronted with the wonderful sight of Candy's radiant beauty as she stood waiting for him in the hall.

Before he could speak, she began, "We have a lot to talk about, son, but now is not the time and certainly not the place. If Violet can spare you for one evening of her time here, I'd like to discuss this tonight at home and clear the air between us."

Though to a casual observer she appeared to be a mother talking in a matronly manner to her offspring, Les recognized the nervous tension in her stance and the very slight questioning lilt to her tone that still spoke of a deference to him. Those subtle clues told him that what she had said in her note the previous morning were true. In that moment, the young man felt his love for this woman swell in so many unexpected ways. With a quick "sure Mom", Les stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug. The pair kept the embrace outwardly neutral, but both could feel each other's love and gratitude flow. Finally, they broke the hug before it lingered too long and could raise inappropriate questions.

With a quick kiss to her son's forehead, Candy smiled and left the school which meant it was time for Les to get back to the rigors of high school life. It was not easy though as he had to force himself not to stare at her swaying ass on the way out.

Since the bell was soon to ring and signal the end of first period, the teen made his way to his locker with pass in hand in order to get his books for his second class of the day. The blessing of being in the hallway before class let out was that he was able to avoid Mandy holding her usual court and the usual hangers-on. Thus, with books secured, he made his way to first period long enough to show his teacher the note before beating a hasty retreat to second period at the moment the bell rang.

However, fate did not seem to be totally with him as he almost ran smack into Han, Russ, and several members of the basketball team. After the initial shock from both sides at the sudden appearance, the athletes gained an almost predatory glint to their smiles. Han nudged Russ and snickered, "Well, if it isn't 'the Lester'. I'm a little surprised to see you here today after your little streaking incident yesterday, but then again, you're probably like the rest of your kind and just haven't had the cops catch up to you yet."

Good sense told him better, but Les couldn't help himself and wouldn't let a bully push him around. "Actually, I just came from Thornton's office where it was made quite clear what happened before he sent me to class."

"And what would that be little 'Lester?"

"That there's a serious bullying problem in a school that claims to have a zero tolerance policy against things like that."

"That so, huh?"

Les was acutely aware of being circled by the group of jocks but couldn't muster enough energy to care as it took all he had not to deck the smug looking athlete. "Sounds to me like everything would be solved by you just disappearing. Then again, it's only a matter of time since your kind gets caught by the cops and thrown in jail to be some guy named Bubba's bitch anyway."

Through gritted teeth, Les coldly spat, "And what kind is that, Mr. Gets-No-Pussy?"

A dark look crossed Han's features as he closed the distance and got in Les' face. "A fucking child molester, that's what! Your folks even named you the right thing. Fucking freaks like you will always get caught diddling some kid and get thrown away forever like you deserve!"

Before he could react, the smaller teen was shoved hard by the taller athlete only to feel one of his compatriots kneeling behind him to destroy his balance. Les hit the ground hard and felt the air blast out of his lungs as the cackling laughter rang out above him. He didn't know what his face looked like, but apparently it was enough to cause several of the clique to flinch and back away. Han and Rus held their ground, still confident in having the superior numbers as well as physical strength. Les slowly got to his feet and stepped forward to invade Han's personal space.

"Now, you've really shown what kind of a pathetic lying loser you are." Les smirked cruelly. "By the way, Violet wanted me to ask if you're really as much of a small-dicked, insecure loser as you looked like, but I told her that since I'm not into guys that I can't attest to your lack of manliness but that she hit the nail on the head with the rest. Of course, this was in between times I was railing the fuck out of her while she begged for more all night long. So, tell me, Mr. Littledick. Does Violet look like a little kid? Am I a fucking child molester for fucking the shit out of a college chick? Does having a woman several years older than me beg to become my willing slut and servant make me a fucking 'Lester!?! Otherwise, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself, but that's gonna be kinda difficult with the lack of what you're packing down there!"

Han and his crew were unable to retaliate as a nearby teacher came over to break up the gathering crowd of students congregating to watch the drama unfold. Les didn't spare the pathetic jock a second glance as he stormed past the bigger guys on his way to class. It actually took him two class periods and part of lunch to finally calm his anger at the incident. He finally realized that holding onto the fury was only giving the athletes power over him by letting them push his buttons. However, the thing that hurt the most was the looks of agreement on his classmates faces as Han spewed his lies about Les. Apparently, the untrue rumor was widespread and believed by a great many of his fellow teens. This stuck in Les' craw and made him furious. By the time his final period arrived, the teen's anger was slowly bubbling back up as PhysEd approached which he shared with the pair of bullies.

He didn't know if fate was finally working in his favor or not, but Coach Sanu had decided on a different setup. Wanting to focus on the upcoming game over the weekend, coach had divided the class into his players plus the most physically fit of the students in order to run scrimmages, leaving the remainder of the class, Les included, to fend for themselves in the bleachers. This suited the teen fine as he sat sulking by himself. Ten minutes into the class, he finally remembered what Candy had requested and that he still had not alerted Violet. Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick text to his newest possible slut.

The pair exchanged disappointment at the turn of events, but Vi was overjoyed that things seemed to be going better between him and his mother and actively encouraged him to spend the evening with her. Five minutes after a lull in their conversation, she began sending him pics of herself in various degrees of undress as well as modeling articles of lingerie that she had brought along for her trip to attempt to convince her would be master to accept her. They became raunchier and more lewd with each passing pic before devolving into straight out mini porn videos of her masturbating and screaming out his name with each orgasm. Thankfully, Les had thoughtfully connected his earbuds before watching the first video. Otherwise, he would have had more than a few curious looks at Violet's orgasmic shrieks. So engrossed was he in the lurid display of his new conquest that he failed to notice Rus "accidentally" send a missed pass hurtling in his direction. The only thing that saved him was Rus' inaccuracy that had long since relegated him to second string on the team. As such, the ball flew just past his head startling him before bouncing harmlessly away. Les didn't have time to let his anger rise before the final bell of the day pealed at the same second his phone chimed. The ID was from his mother.

- Hello Sir. Im waiting for you at home. Please dont keep me waiting

Les grinned as he looked at the message and sent his mother a reply as he kept an eye on the basketball players. He'd already learned his lesson about not paying attention to the opportunistic bullies. Since he didn't have a car of his own and Violet would be out of the picture for the night, that meant that Les was forced to ride the bus home from school. He possibly could have roped his little sister into driving him home, but since she would be the major topic of discussion, he didn't feel like adding fuel to the fire when being confronted by their mother.

Thus, the teen had to endure the long ride home with his rowdy and raucous classmates. The only serious problem was the fact that Han rode the same bus. He was treated to scowls for the first half of the ride before the bully screwed his courage up enough to begin fucking with Les again.

"What happened to the hot piece you claimed to be railing all last night? Was she nothing more than some random street ho you paid to make you look like a man? Poor 'Lester gotta pay for it to be able to get any." The thunderous laughter stung, but Les chose to ignore it since they were getting close to his stop anyway. "Awwww, poor little Les is gonna cry. Of course, his kind pretty much likes tears anyway. Sick fuck gets off on that shit. If we go online, will we find a blue dot on your house. Bet we will. If not now, it's only a matter of time."

When the bus slowed to a stop, Les stomped down the ailse before the driver even had a chance to open the door. He bounced off the bus to the howling laughter of his peers as he stormed down the sidewalk. However, his humiliation was not complete, it seemed, as Han and a couple of his friends had also exited the bus to further hurl verbal abuse at the teen.

"Where ya goin' 'Lester? C'mon! Don't be that way. Let us walk ya home. We'll make sure ya get there safe. 'Sides, I wanna see that fine ass MILF you got for a momma!"

"Dude!" one of the others chimed in. "Have you seen them big ass titties!?! I gotta get my face in those."

"I'm sure she'd let ya. A fine ho like that lets everyone hit that. We just gotta fin' out if the ass is still good or if it went rotten after shooting out The 'Lester."

"I doubt it went bad," the third added. "Look at the little sex kitten she made after Lesboy. Now that's some fine ass pussy."

"How'd you know? You hit that already?"

"Not yet, but it's only time. She's obviously gagging for it the same as her momma, but we can accommodate her with that. Do a little tag team action while the little 'Lester does his homework like a good little cuck. 'Course he'll probably be beatin' his meat while listenin' to his sis and that fine MILF moanin' like the bitches they are."

Finally stopping outside his house, Lester turned to the cackling trio. "C'mon then, you dickless wonders."

"The fuck you say to us, freak?"

"I said, you dickless wonder, 'C'mon then'. Prove you're more than talk. C'mon in and talk to my mom that way and see how far it gets you. I'll be laughing my ass off watching you shoot your shot and going down in flames. In fact, I'll film it so everyone can watch."

The three athletes were visibly fuming and began taking a few steps in his direction before a calling voice stopped them cold. "Les, honey, what's going on?"

Han and his friends were noticeably shaken as Candy made her way out of the house and down the front walk to stand next to her son.

"Not much, mom. These guys were just talking about how much of a MILF you are and how you're gagging for their cocks. You and Lucy. Because, you know, they're athletes and 'fit', so obviously you want them."

Candy sneered at the trio as she regarded them. "I'm not impressed with what I see. In fact, all I see is a bunch of pathetic

boys

that can't get anything done by themselves unless they gang up on someone. Oh, I recognize each of you from the video of you

boys

hiking my son's clothes up the flagpole and stripping his towel in front of the whole school. Bunch of entitled brats is what I see that never learned how to respect themselves let alone anyone else. Oh so you're 'fit' and 'fine'? Gotcha a set of six pack abs? Think all the honeys wanna piece of you? What was it you said? They're all gagging for your cocks?

"Here's a little lesson in reality,

boys.

I don't care how big or small what you got is, I'll never touch it. Each one of you is rotten inside. The same type of loser that would gang up on someone they see as weaker than them is the same kind of pathetic cuck that feeds into the same incel bullshit that dehumanizes women and makes you all 'woe is me' when women get sick of it and bounce your loser asses. You see me as a MILF? Fine. But I'm one anagram you'll never complete the last letter of.

"Now, why don't you

boys

do me a favor and get off my fucking property before I call the cops on you for trespassing and attempted harassment."

"The fuck you say to me, ho!?!?" Han exploded as his two compatriots held him back. "Fuck you, you turned out trick! Fucking, skank ass thot! I should bust your motherfucking ass for talking to a real man like that, bitch!"

Candy sneered at him with her arms folded beneath her prodigious cleavage and made a shooing motion of dismissal with one hand. It had the intended effect causing Han to begin ranting at the top of his lungs. Les stood in front of his mother ready to spring into action if the athlete made his move, but his mother's gentle touch on his shoulder made him pause.

The son saw it at the same time as Han's teammates did. Neighbors were coming out of their houses to investigate the disturbance including the Air Force colonel and his three teenaged sons that lived across the way. While only one of them was in the same school as Les, all three had been playmates with him in younger years and had all benefitted from Candy's kindness quite often through their lives. The pair of basketball players finally released their oblivious teammate and backed away with raised hands signaling they wanted no part in what might happen.

Han managed to take two steps towards mother and son before he realized that he wasn't being held back anymore like he'd been going for. Peering around, he finally noted all the eyes on him including, especially the father and three sons itching to make their way toward him. Deciding to cut his losses, he threw a few more verbally abusive comment toward the Morrows before stomping away to catch up to his 'friends' who were already a couple of blocks away.