I also watched Cherry and the other cheerleaders flirt with the jocks from their perch at the top of the lunchroom hierarchy. God, it would be fun to tumble the applecart of high school stereotypical social status that culminated at that table. I watched Cherry with her arm wrapped around football quarterback asshole Ethan and wondered what Cherry would do if treated to the sight of my cock; I knew from gym class that Ethan was physically bigger than me in all ways but one, but in that region I was twice the man he was. Would she drop to her knees and forget I was an untouchable nerd and beg to suck my cock? Would she bend over in her cute cheerleader uniform and offer me her cunt? Would she willingly take my cock up her poop chute?
Fuck, this was the dark Dad side of me, the arrogant I’ll show them side. Yet, I was oddly okay with this dark side of me. If I could put people in their place with my cock, if I could avenge past wrongs with my cock, why shouldn’t I? I could become the hero I’d sarcastically called my dad… Robin Cock.
I smiled widely as Ken walked by me, another football Neanderthal, and he asked, “What you looking at, faggot?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just spread his vitriol and swaggered on. What is it about jocks calling others unpleasant gay terms like faggot? What does it do for them? I bet he is the actual faggot, hiding in a closet because he can’t accept his sexuality. Some people stuck in that headspace desperately try to deny having any femininity at all, as they date hot cheerleaders and bully smaller guys.
Maybe I should offer my cock to his girlfriend Amy and see if he’s the one who begs for it. I’m not gay at all, but watching an asshole like that beg for my cock would bring a rather satisfying exhilaration with it.
Before the discovery of the power of my big, fat cock I would have just wanted to get out of high school and never look back; my revenge would be becoming a successful lawyer like my mother, and likely prosecuting some of these deadbeats who peak in high school and don’t even know it’s going to be all downhill afterwards. I mean if the best years of your life are during high school, the rest of your life is really going to be shit.
Anyway, I made it through the school day, fantasizing in English class about making the rumoured lesbian teacher Ms. Watson suck my cock. I had always liked proving people wrong, always liked attempting things people said were impossible… so the idea of making it with a lesbian (she had never officially said she was, but the rumours said so, and it was also implied by much of her commentary) was an ultimate high. Imagining her on her knees, in front of her desk, sucking my big, fat, cock was rather stimulating.
Thus, I was quite horny by the time I got home.
I was surprised to discover not only was my mother home early, but she was dressed in the hottest costume I’d ever seen in my life. She was dressed in a super sexy, super slutty, Hermione costume.
I know, probably stereotypical, but my favourite books were the Harry Potter series, and my ultimate fantasy girl was without a doubt Emma Watson.
I was staring as I pointed out, trying to act casual as my cock raged, “Halloween was yesterday.”
“You don’t like?” Mom teased, as she moved her hands down her white thigh high stockings, which were a hot modification from the knee-high socks Hermione usually wore.
“‘Like’ is definitely not my first word choice,” I smiled.
“Love? Lust? Longing? Thirst?” Mom listed off confidently, posing sexily in her grey Gryffindor schoolgirl dress with a very revealing neckline; although her striped tie covered some of her generous valley of flesh, it didn’t come close to covering any of her lace top stockings.
“All the above and more,” I approved, still taking in her entire outfit, the black wizard cape and white collar making the slutty outfit look pretty authentic.
“I kept the boots off, since I know you love my nylon-clad feet,” she said, wiggling her toes.
“Excellent decision,” I agreed, as she gave me another sexy pose.
“By the way,” she said, handing me the empty bag it came in, with a photo of a girl wearing the same costume who was also hot, but not as hot as my Mom, “read the packaging summary.”
I read the blurb:
Hogwarts has never had a teacher like this, but you may be assured that Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and their friends could learn a thing or two from this adult naughty wizard teacher! This deluxe sexy costume has everything you need to cast your own love spells – just a flick of the wand, and perhaps a hike of the skirt, and Amorous-affectious!
I smiled, “I thought you were actually Hermione.”
“Oh, I can be whomever, or whatever you want me to be,” she smiled, waving her magic wand.
“You’ve just made every dream of mine come true,” I said, in awe of how thoughtful and sexy my mother was.
She walked up to me, waved her wand and spake, “Alohomora.”
“You want to unlock a door?” I asked.
She nodded and pointed the wand towards my crotch, repeating, “Alohomora.”
“Aaaah,” I smiled, getting it, as I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper and released my already hard, big, fat cock. Waving my cock at her like a magic wand I used another spell, “Descendo.”
“It’s magic,” she smiled, as she lowered herself before me.
“I’d do an adapted aguamenti spell, but I don’t think I’ll need any magic except yours to produce a mighty explosion from my wand,” I smiled, using Harry Potter references during sex a twisted fun activity.
“Mmmmmmm, how long has this wand been loaded?” she asked, licking my shaft and moving to my balls.
“Ever since you sauntered out of my presence this morning,” I admitted.
“Well then, I imagine it is primed indeed for a magical release,” she purred, as she sucked my balls into her mouth.
“This wand may go off on its own at any moment,” I warned. “It has a mind of its own.”
“Mmmmmm,” Mom moaned, as she sucked my balls for a minute or two, before Slytherin her tongue back up my shaft.
I traced my Mom’s lips with my cock as I intoned, “Imperio.”
Mom smiled, “Unnecessary, Master. You removed my free will when you revealed your big, fat wand.”
“Just wanted to make sure I was in the open about making your decisions too,” I added.
“I’d do an engorgio charm, but obviously this wand doesn’t need to get any bigger,” she teased playfully before taking it into her warm mouth.
“I think I was charmed at puberty,” I moaned, as she began to bob.