Parents, Teachers, and Coaches Part Two: The Mother

'Here he goes again,' I thought.

Jack was going on one of his tirades again. This time, I wanted to bring him to the parent-teacher meeting at the school. He wanted to know why he had to come along.

Jack could be a real pain sometimes. The main reason he was being a jerk today was that the college basketball playoffs were starting to heat up, and he wanted to be home instead of finding out that our son, Liam, was doing poorly in school.

"He is doing good on the field, so why does he need good grades?" Jack stared at me.

I was about to answer, but our oldest daughter, Teresa, beat me to it. 'She's such a good girl,' I smiled as I stared back at Jack.

Jack always wanted to know why the kids didn't listen to him and only did what I said. In our house, it wasn't 'Wait until your father gets home!' It was totally different: 'Don't let me get your mother!'

Jack had been traveling or flying around the nation or sometimes the world during most of their young lives, so I had to be both the mother and the father. Then, when they were teens, he finally got a promotion that kept him at home; by then, it was too late.

We pulled up to the school, and Teresa took off like a bat from hell. Of course, Jack wanted to know where his twenty-year-old daughter was going in such a hurry.

"Old friends," I shrugged as I looked at myself in the side mirror.

I ensured my hair was on point, and when Jack wasn't looking, I ensured the girls looked better in this low-cut top.

Most men noticed my bright red hair first and foremost. The second and third thing they saw was my chest. I had it going on in the chest department since I turned thirteen, and it didn't stop until I was in college; then, after three kids, I was beyond what ordinary people would call the big up top; I was fucking huge.

Jack hated that my chest got so much attention wherever we went. He wanted me to go under the knife and get a reduction. I told him I would divorce him before I did that; it was my body, not his, and if he didn't like the attention my boobs got, that was on him.

I stared at Jake every time a teacher told us about Liam's shortcomings, how he never paid attention in class or sometimes never showed up.

"I'm going to check about some after-school courses," I said, leaving Jack with one of the teachers.

"That would be a great idea," the teacher said as I stood up.

I went into the women's bathroom and rechecked my skin-tight white dress. White looked good against my pale white skin and made my red hair more enticing.

I walked out into the hallway and stopped by the tutor's office. I picked up a few brochures from the table and got a pamphlet. I stuffed them in my purse and then made a beeline for the coach's office.

Old man Grumpy was the head coach, and if it was up to him, Liam would get a passing grade in every class. He didn't like the fact that if Liam didn't get his grades up, the school would force him off the team.

In Grump's years as head coach, the team had never had a single winning season. With Liam on defense, the opposing teams couldn't run the ball, and Liam had a school record in quarterback sacks.

I wasn't interested in old man Grumpy. I was interested in talking to his assistant, so I waited for my opportunity.

"Hello, Charles," I flirted as the tall, dark-skinned man exited the office.

"Mrs. Roberts," Charles said. His brown eyes immediately went to my chest, exactly where I wanted them to go.

A long line of cleavage was something that all men liked to see. "I wanted to talk to you about Liam and some opportunities for keeping him on the team," I smiled as I stared at him. "Privately." I traced my hands over my large breasts.

"Of course," Charles grinned as he stared at them.

"That's it!" I yelled as I was lying on my back in the men's locker room as Charles fucked my huge tits.

His huge black cock looked great between my pale white tits. "Fuck them!" I yelled.

"Not so loud!" Charles said as he rammed his cock between my tits.

"If you think that's loud, wait until you ram that cock inside me!" I said as I twisted my body around and got on all fours. "Ram it home, big boy!"

I always got what I wanted, and right now, I wanted that big black cock deep inside me.

"Fuck!" I growled as his thick cock pushed its way inside me, stretching me wide. I gritted my teeth as Charles held my hips and pulled me back.

'Damn, I think I bit off more than I can take,' I thought, feeling his thick and lengthy cock push inside me.

I had heard from one of the other parents that Charles had a huge cock, but I didn't think it was this long and thick.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Charles pulled on my long red hair as he started to fuck me.

"Not want," I corrected him. "Need! I need this!" I yelled.

Charles fucked me harder and longer than Jake ever did.

I sat in the passenger seat as Jake talked to Liam about his grades, attention to detail, and many other things.

I smiled as I felt another man's cum leaking out of me. I moved my hand across the middle console, and Jake smiled as he took it. He pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it.

Liam wasn't the only one who couldn't pay attention to detail. I knew Jake had fucked his old friend. It was the reason I brought him to the parents' meeting. I could have gone alone, but when I came home, he would have asked why it took so long.

I stared at him. 'Like father like son,' I thought.

I turned to look back at Liam. "You should listen to your father! He knows what he is talking about," I said with a grin.