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.

Zack told her he was in control, got up and took a step close to her, leering into to her, his thick lips a fraction away from her pouty lips, their eye contract impeccable. Zack took his fingers and caressed her cheek, leaned in, and KISSED MY MOTHER ON THE LIPS SLOWLY, pulled away, then smiled at her. This kid was cocky as fuck without even saying a word. The big bully then put his hand on my mom's ribs and held her face with the other hand, this time opening his mouth before kissing her again. My mom moaned, her arms falling to her sides before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. My mom and my bully were french kissing right in front of me while I was drenched in his piss. It was like I wasn't even the room.

"I think you should leave," My mother said.

"I agree," I said with a tone, clenching my fist at Zack.

"I meant you," my mother said, looking at me as the scent of Zack's piss wafted her way. "Zack and I need some grown-up time, sweetie,"

"You've got to be kidding me," I said with my hands on my head.

"Don't get lippy," Zack said to me turning his head my direction. "I would smack the shit out of you for taking back to your piece-of-ass mom, but I don't wanna get piss on my hands. Just get the fuck outta here and save yourself from another ass-kicking. Go on, sport." This made my mother giggle and bury her face into the meathead's meaty chest.

Zack pushed off all the stationary off my mom's desk as he kissed my mom's earlobe, ripping off her blouse with one tug of his index finger. The starting quarterback's hand slid into my mother's skirt. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned sensually. He lay Christina on her back, ripped off her bra and tossed it at my face without looking at me, his mouth attacking her huge, soft breasts without hesitation. My mom's hands reached for the big jock's belt buckle, unfastening it, and unzipping his meat. I got up and walked back towards the door as my mom spread her legs for the school's bully. My bully.

I was speechless, humiliated, and heartbroken, yet oddly aroused.