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 MF, nc, sad, blackmail, inc

   There are 4 more parts to this story that I will release over the coming
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and please feel free to offer suggestions.

   Mom goes back to school - Part 5 of 5

   As James stares down at the shameful wreck that is his mother he becomes
aware of his ragged breathing and his twitching, engorging cock.  To his
horror James realizes that despite what his brain and his heart tell him
(my kind, loving, gentle mother!), his body is treacherously telling him
another story altogether (dirty, cock sucking, shameless slut!) His sense
of treachery overwhelms him ...  but ...  god help him ...  he cannot drag
his eyes away from his mother's glistening twat.

   James licked his dry lips, fidgeting, as he continued to stare down at
his beloved mother's nakedness; drinking in her oversized tits that were
still firm despite her age, and tipped with large, deep pink nipples.  Her
tummy was flat with only a slight bulge left over from her one pregnancy;
her pubis was almost hidden behind a mat of dark crinkly hair that was wet
and matted around her seeping cunt hole; the large nub of her oversized
clit poking through...  Try as he might, he could not stop his eyes from
greedily returning to and lingering over his mother's pussy!

   In a half stupor, Mrs Walsh watched her son (no James ...  pleeeease
...).  Watched as his eyes guiltily roamed over her body so disgracefully
on display to him.  Watched in growing horror as his preppy, grey school
trousers began to form a stiff tent - his cock growing rigid ...  and him
staring ...  fully absorbed in studying his mother's unspeakable state.

   She tries to speak but can only croak out an ugly sound; her voice
wrecked and throat raw after having the Principal's massive cock shoved
down it for too long (it would be several days before she could talk
normally again).  She moves to cover herself up - at least close her legs
together ...  try to wrap her unbuttoned dress around her exposed body, but
James makes a sudden, almost involuntary movement as if to stop her.  She
freezes, staring into the face of her son, so loved and yet at this moment,
so unrecognizable - so filled with lust.

   The Principal of this elite and misogynistic boy's school, who carefully
orchestrated the chain of events leading to this moment, waits in gleeful
anticipation.  He has been here before - not often - but enough times to
know that the boy will take the next step soon, and once taken will never
be the same again.  He smiles knowingly at James' reflexive move to stop
his mother from covering her wanton body.  He looks directly and pointedly
at the obvious (and rather large) lump in James' pants and nods
approvingly.

   "James, my dear boy, you have been brutally hit with a life altering
revelation this afternoon and you are handling just wonderfully ...  like
the real man I always knew you were James, and I am so proud of you.  I
really don't think I can recall any other of my boys handling this
situation quite as maturely as you." He pauses and acknowledges James look
of surprise on hearing these words.  "Yes James, I have had to teach
several other poor, young boys over the years who were sadly bought up by a
mother who refused to accept her true nature and role in what is obviously
a man's world ..  and caused real damage to their poor boy's psyche until I
was able to help them out."

   He leers down at Mrs Walsh lying disheveled and broken at his feet. 
Sneering he speaks to her, carefully placing emphasis on his words so she
will know what she must do if she wants to keep her job and her veneer of
respect.  "Mrs Walsh, kindly explain to your son the error of your ways ...
how you now acknowledge that women are not and never have been the equal of
any man." He pauses to allow this to sink in, "Furthermore, you have been
coming here to learn how to raise James' properly and how best to serve
him, as your superior."

   James' mother swallows painfully.  She desperately wants to deny
everything the Principal is saying.  NO!  she wants to scream.  Don't
listen to him son, he is a monster and will corrupt you!  She stifles a sob
and croaks out an ugly sound.

   "James, your poor mother is unable to speak, but I am sure we can
interpret her sign language to confirm her acceptance of the situation.  "
The Principal laughs cruelly at Mrs Walsh's predicament and continues on.
"James, I am sorry that your mother has deceived you all this time ...  you
are unaware that she has been coming here for several weeks for ... 
certain lessons.  Lessons designed to teach her the correct role of women.
Lessons that have been recorded ...  (and here he pauses for dramatic
effect) ...  and which you may view in their entirety, at your leisure." He
looks intently at Mrs Walsh as she hangs her head in defeat.  Sternly, he
asks "Isn't that right Mrs Walsh?" and notes with approval the slight nod
of her head.  "And isn't it right Mrs Walsh, that you have learned the
error of your ways?" Again she nods her consent.

   The Principal stands up and stretches his legs, towering over both
James, who is also standing but is still a boy, and his mother who is lying
prostrate on the ground at his feet.  His turgid, heavy cock, still hanging
from his open trouser fly, swings weightily as he moves.  He uses one foot
to nudge James' mother's legs further apart - to both spread her cunt
wider, and to draw attention to it.  She submits dully to his unspoken,
physical demands.

   "Mrs Walsh" His voice is loud and harsh and startles James.  "Look at
your son James; he can clearly see your gaping, wet cunt hole - evidence
that you have enjoyed having your mouth and throat used by my cock!"

   The Principal's voice seems to boom around the room.  He clasps his
massive cock in his fist tightly and strokes the substantial shaft slowly
as he speaks.  "It is important that James is very clear about things Mrs
Walsh, that you freely admit to him that when all is said and done, you
really are just a fuck slut for whomever wishes to use you!" His voice
lowers but increases in menace.  "Isn't that right Mrs Walsh?  You admit
that you're a sloppy, filthy, cock whore exactly like the rest of the
females in this wonderful world?"

   He looks down at Mrs Walsh, waiting for her response and appreciating
the crimson blush of humiliation that begins in her face and sweeps down
her neck and over her heaving tits.  She tries to croak out a protest but
cannot.  She looks at him and then at James.  She remembers the videos of
what she has done in this very office.  The humiliating positions he bound
her in, the sex acts she had to perform upon herself.  Remembering that at
no time did his penis penetrate her vagina or asshole.  He said he would
save that honor for James, but how he relished using various shaped and
sized objects to rape her holes.  She remembers his piss that she was
forced to drink, his cum that she was forced to lick off his ...  Mrs James
blushes deeply and her cunt twitches and clenches as she remembers these
things.  She squirms uneasily on the floor, desperately wanting to shut her
obscenely spread legs but knowing she can't.

   After what seems like a lifetime of waiting, James' mother nods her head
slowly and a tear trickles down her cheek ...  yes.  She finally admits to
herself what the Principal has known all along and she slowly nods her head
again in agreement that she is indeed a filthy, needy, cock whore, fuck
slut.

   James gasps audibly and stares at his mother and then at his Principal.
Both Mrs James and the Principal nod consent.  James looks back at his
mother lying on the floor, waiting, open, ready, wet, available ...  The
undisguised lust and desire in the young boy's face is unmistakable.

   Mrs Walsh closes her eyes and waits.



   The Principal gestures towards the now very obvious lump in James'
pants, "You know James, you'll feel much more comfortable if you let that
beast out of its cage my dear young boy ...  or man I should say." He
chuckles and gives his own exposed and still throbbing member a couple of
shakes.  "Today you will become a real man James, go on", he softly
cajoles, "do you seriously think that someone with my authority and
responsibility would do something like this if it were not perfectly
acceptable?  We are men James and this is what women not only expect, it's
what they want and need." He looks pointedly at James' mother, staring
deeply into her flat, dull eyes and asks, "Isn't that right Mrs Walsh?"

   James' mother stifles another sob and, closing her eyes, lies back down
on the floor.  Slowly she bends her legs up and out at the knees, spreading
them them wide apart to display her gaping cunt.  The flaps of her swollen
labia part further to display more of the wet pinkness of her shamefully
aroused pussy and her engorged clit peeking stiffly from her hairy twat. 
She is ready.

   James swallows nervously but determinedly unzips his his trousers and
maneuvers his cock out.  His teenage penis not yet fully grown but it is
hard and ready for action.  As his mother watches, a drop of precum appears
at the tip...

   James looks up at the Principal inquiringly.

   The Principal smiles down at James, feeling very much like a benign
father.  "She's there waiting for you James; this is the beginning of your
real life as a man.  You have three holes to pick from ...  all you need to
do is decide which one to stick your dick into."

   The End

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