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 Mom goes back to school - Part 3

   MF, nc, sad, blackmail, inc

   There are 2 more parts to this story that I will release over the coming
days.  Please provide feedback, I'd love to hear what you think of my story
and please feel free to offer suggestions.

   Holding her head firmly, he slowly and deeply fucks her face, smirking,
"This will be a lovely sight for young James to behold."

   A discreet knock is heard at his office door.  She instantly freezes,
holds her breath and tries to pull her mouth off his gagging cock.  Calmly
he holds her head firmly in place and whispers, "Shhhhh now Mrs Walsh, we
don't want to frighten the boy do we".  He eases her kneeling position back
so she is almost completely tucked under his imposing desk and, with his
left hand still on her head and his enormous cock wedged down her throat,
he calmly and loudly commands, "Enter".

   The door opens slowly (the boys are never eager to enter the Principal's
office) and a blond, handsome young man enters the room, stopping just the
other side of the door.  "Welcome and come in young Mr Walsh", the
Principal booms out heartily, in a manner designed to put the young man,
barely out of boyhood, at ease.  He watches as James looks about the room.
He hasn't been in here before and his eyes take in the large space; the
rich rug covering half the floor; the large and elaborate desk taking up a
great deal of space at one end of the room; and a small, plain desk looking
very out of place in the middle of the remaining space.

   With his free hand, the Principal beckons James over towards the
visitor's chair that is waiting for him on the other side of his desk. 
Keeping one hand on her head hidden beneath his desk, he extends his right
hand to shake James', which he does with the same heartiness that welcomed
him into his office.  He knows that James will not be able to see his
mother over the wide desk.  The intense excitement of the situation causes
him to push James' mother's face deeper onto his engorged cock.  He feels
her gag and quietly fight for control of her breathing and reflexes - she
DOES NOT want James to find her like this!

   "Please Mr Walsh ...  or James, if I may", he does not wait for a
response, instead waves at the empty visitor's chair, "take a seat".  When
the young man is seated he continues, "I suppose you know why I have called
you here James?" James blinks and reddens and looks down into his lap.  The
Principal pauses for a brief moment before launching his offensive at the
timid boy.  "I take it by that PATHETIC..." , the word thunders out of the
Principal's mouth and James visibly jumps in his chair "...  response that
you do have some inkling of the reason?" Without waiting for a reply, he
continues, "I am reliably told that you refuse to participate actively in
your Men's Studies class.  In fact Mr Brown tells me that you attempt to
contradict his teachings and that you persist in arguing with the other
students to try to impose your outmoded and, frankly twisted, world view
upon them!" He places his free hand on his desk and stares into James'
nervously shifting eyes.

   James begins to squirm uncomfortably in his chair and again blushes deep
red, however the Principal (quietly pleased) notes a gleam of defiance
steal into young James' eyes.  "Well James, what have you to say for
yourself?" While he patiently waits for James to compose his response he
focuses his attention on the exquisite sensation of drool from his mother's
over stuffed mouth that is dribbling down his heavy, spunk-filled balls. 
Her jaw must be aching right now, he muses to himself and shifts ever so
slightly in his seat so that his cock moves deliciously around her wet and
tightly clenched throat.

   The Principal quietly coughs.  "James...?" he quietly prods, waiting for
an answer to his question.  James begins to speak but cannot find his
voice. He falters, clears his throat and tries again.  "The class teaches
really sexist concepts Sir." James hesitates to go on but sees an
encouraging signal from his Principal.  Taking a deep breath he continues,
"Mr Brown tells us that ...  (James pauses and visibly gulps) ...  that
women are subordinate to men and that they are there to serve us - I mean
them ...  I mean men." James watches his Principal nodding and apparently
listening intently to him and feels encouraged to continue.  His words
tumble out in a rush, "It's just wrong Sir!  Mr Brown says ...  and all the
other boys believe him ...  that it is our ...  I mean men's prerogative to
take whatever they want from women whenever we ...  they want it.  They
believe that women actually want this, that they know this is their true
role in life.  It's so wrong Sir!  My Mom has always told me that everyone
is equal and that everyone should be treated with respect!" James ends his
statement, breathing heavily from nervousness and emotion.

   The Principal looks at James impassively and blinks slowly.  "If I had
both hands free James, I would give you a clap for that inspired piece of
...  claptrap!" He leans forward over his desk and raises his voice, "Was
that vomit that issued forth from your mouth just then James?  Hmmmm? 
Where do you think you ARE?" He shouts the last sentence and bangs his
right hand down loudly on his desk, causing James to flinch and almost
cower.  "This is the best, most expensive boys school in this half of the
country.  We employ only the best and brightest teachers.  We only accept
the most intelligent, the strongest, the best looking, THE ALPHA boys as
students!  The Principal bellows his words at James, his face contorted in
rage, spittle flying from his lips as the words are spat from his mouth.

   He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep, calming breath,
forcing himself to relax.  He almost chuckles when he realises that, in his
excitement, he has wound his fist around a hank of James' Mom's hair and is
pulling it taut against her scalp.  Likely she is being smothered as he
unconsciously buries her face deep into his crotch.  Ooops!  He forces a
benign smile onto his lips and begins to calm the boy down whilst at the
same time relaxing his grip on his poor mother, "James, James, James, what
are we to do with you, hmmm?  I can see that the lack of a father figure in
your life has created some ...  flaws in your thinking and in your
character too it seems.  It's sad for me to witness this in such a bright
young man.  Being raised by a woman alone is not good for any male.  I
could tell by the way you timidly entered my office that you have been
pussy whipped your entire life." He watches with amusement as the boy's
eyes widen at his use of the coarse terminology.  James starts to say
something but the Principal continues without letting him speak.  "Of
course, your dear Mom (under the desk he pats her head causing her mouth to
bob on his cock and giving him a quick thrill) has raised you the only way
she knew how, it's barely her fault.  She has not had the proper guidance -
and by that I mean male guidance, James." The Principal shakes his head in
mock sadness.  "Poor woman, she has been lost ...  set adrift in the world
without a male to lead and direct her." At this, he leans forward over his
desk and speaks gravely, "This, James, is why your dear Mother enrolled you
into this school.  Yes, yes it is James ..  now hear me out."

   The Principal brooks no interruption from James and continues his
lecture.  "Fortunately for you, your Mother realized the error of her ways
and practically begged me to take you in.  Don't worry James, you are
certainly smart enough and god knows, good looking enough for this school
...  but you are hardly Alpha material in your current state, are you
James? It was my fear all along that you were past the point of changing
for the better.  I explained all of this to your dear Mother of course, but
she was adamant that I should try and sort you out." He lowers his voice
and earnestly continues.  "James, your mother sincerely regrets filling
your head with this gender equality nonsense and has pledged to do whatever
it takes ...  (under the desk he pats her head again and swallows hard to
stifle a groan of pleasure) ...  to help you achieve your full Alpha Male
potential here, in my school."

   James looks at his Principal in stunned silence.  He cannot believe what
he is hearing; it flies in the face of everything that he has been raised
to believe.  Through a heavy fog of disbelief he hears his Principal
continue.  "In fact James, unbeknownst to you your Mom, the dear, sweet Mrs
Walsh, has been coming to my office on a weekly basis to learn firsthand
how to" - and here he pauses to let the irony sink in - "support you in
your development." He is finished his lecture and sits back watching James'
reaction to these startling revelations about his mother.

   James rocks back in his chair as if he has been sucker punched in the
gut.  He cannot talk or breathe; it is as if he is winded and all the air
has been sucked out of the room.  He opens his mouth to speak and closes it
again.  Blinking back tears of shock and rage, he looks about the room to
distract himself from looking like a fool in front of this powerful and
imposing man.

   Finally James finds his voice, "I ...  I don't believe it" he stammers.
Then finding his confidence James places both hands flat on the desk in
front of him.  "I.  Do.  Not.  BELIEVE.  IT" he slowly and forcefully
states, not caring about consequences; only concerned about protecting his
Mother's good name.  "I'm leaving now Sir ...  and I am not coming back!"
James starts to rise from his chair when his Principal holds up his hand
and commands James to "Stop!".  His voice is so authoritative that James
immediately pauses halfway out of his seat.  "James", he continues calmly,
"I need you to observe something before you leave.  Will you please stay
for a moment and let me show you something that will change your mind? 
Will you do this one thing for me please?"

   James straightens himself up and, standing tall, nods in assent.  "Yes
alright Sir, I will stay for another 5 minutes but there is nothing you can
do that will make me change my mind because I know I am right!"