Josh Knows Best Ch. 08

Sorry for the delay. Josh graduates and his mom gives him a special graduation present.

Thanks once again to JordanJohnson for his editing.

Enjoy. Please tell me what works and what needs work.

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The next morning the welts had subsided but my ass was a dusky purple. Even with my underwear as a buffer my jeans felt rough on my sensitive skin. Sitting hurt, a little, but I welcomed the pain. It re-ignited my memories of the night before.

Thursday, the penultimate day of my high school career had arrived. Even if my ass had not been sore, I would have had trouble sitting still.

Ms. Lang tried to lecture but she was clearly distracted. I wondered if anyone else in class realized it was the bulge in my jeans distracting her.

It wasn’t until halfway through my last class of the day that I realized I had to work tonight. I wasn’t working Friday night. That was the night before graduation. But mom would be working Friday and Saturday night. I was struck with horror. No chance of fucking until after mom woke up on Saturday?

Seriously? What the fuck? Was this what it meant to become an adult? Having to work in time for fucking around your job?

That would totally fucking suck.

I considered calling in sick, but my cock did not exert absolute control over my body. Class ended and I headed to the diner. It was busy enough to make the time pass quickly. I don’t think I had ever cleaned the kitchen so quickly before. Having something more than your hand to look forward to when you got home was downright inspirational.

I ran the mile and a half home. I hurried through the kitchen, remembering to lock the door, and was disappointed to see mom sitting watching Fallon in her nightshirt. I hugged her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.

“Settle down, buddy. I’m not eighteen. I’m pooped and my pussy is sore,” she snorted.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, alarm tugged at my guts.

“Yes, but in the way I wanted, the way I asked for. I hurt you too. I had forgotten how nice it was to wiggle in your chair and be reminded you’d been righteously fucked the night before. I’m not complaining. Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking perfect. And horny. I’m perfectly horny.”

“No doubt. I am too but I need some rest.” She stood. “Come on, I’ll take a shower with you, see if we can relieve some of that horniness.”

Do not let anyone tell you getting a hand job is the same as jerking off. It so is not.

As mom stroked my cock, warm water flowing over my shoulders and down my body, I kissed her.

“You know, if your pussy is sore, I could fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes, I’m sure you could,” she chuckled. She kissed me back.

“Not tonight. Maybe Saturday. I’ll have a break after I help set up the diplomas and the actual ceremony. I can run home in-between. I’ll have privacy to prepare myself. I don’t have to go to work until 9:00 pm. We’ll have plenty of time for fun.”

Conversation was lost to the feel of her hand gliding over my cock. My orgasm was good but not as amazing as when my cock was buried in her pussy or her mouth.

In the bedroom, mom had me lie on my stomach. She gently rubbed aloe vera gel over my still smarting ass. Before she was done my cock was throbbing again. When she finished with the gel, I rolled onto my back.

I reached for my cock and began to jerk off. Mom snuggled against my side and stroked the top of my thigh and watched. The past few days had drained my balls. When I came there was hardly any semen.

Mom rolled away and grabbed a handful of tissues. She wiped my belly clean, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “good night”. She settled in, pressed against my side and with seconds was sound asleep.

The next thing I knew, the room was bright, my cock was hard and mom was in the shower.

Friday morning. My last day of high school.

There was absolutely nothing of any educational value achieved that day, at least not amongst the seniors.

The bell rang at 3:20 and that was it. I was no longer a high school student. Tomorrow by this time I would have been a high school graduate for an hour or so. I wondered if I would have felt more excited if I had not been having such an intense time at home.

I let out a yell along with all the other seniors. We milled around on the yard in front of the school. I had taken the night off from work but mom had not. Jeff kept haranguing me about going to a party at Roger’s house. I really was not interested. A party at Roger’s meant a bunch of drunk, and soon to be puking, teenagers interspersed with other teenagers baked out of their minds.

Not my scene but I hated the idea of waiting at home for mom to come dragging in, exhausted and smelling of stale beer. So, I heard myself telling Jeff I would go.

“No, shit?” he exclaimed. “Fuck yeah, bro. About time you learned to party.” He pronounced it “par tay” and I almost told him to forget it.

I texted mom. She texted back telling me to have fun but not to have more than one beer and if I did call her for a ride home. I replied with an eyeroll, thumbs up and heart emojis.

“Congratulations, Josh,” a soft voice behind said as I hit the ‘send’ button. “Are you working tonight?”

I turned to Ms. Lang and shook my head. “No. I took the night off.”

“Ah, clearing the decks for partying,” she chuckled. “Pity, I don’t feel like cooking tonight. I thought I would stop by the diner. While I was there, I was going to treat you to a graduation Coke.”

Is she hitting on me? I wondered.

“Cool,” I replied. “Unless a long lost, and rich, relative dies and leaves me his money, I’ll be there way too much the rest of the summer.”

“See you around then. And congratulations.”

With that she headed toward the faculty parking lot. I caught myself staring at her ass. When she reached her car, she turned and waved goodbye. And caught me staring at her ass.

I felt guilty. Partly for staring and partly for betraying mom by looking at another woman. I reminded myself there was nothing weird or wrong about noticing Ms. Lang. She had only been teaching a couple of years, meaning she was only five or six years older than me. Besides, she was hot.

“Dude, she totally wants to ride you,” Jeff offered helpfully.

“Shut up, man. Come on. I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat. We have time for me to annihilate you at Mario Kart before the party.”

“Yeah, right. In your dreams, Brugi, in your dreams.”

I slaughtered him. Just for the record.

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The party was as awkward as I had expected. Suze was there. The drunker she got the clinger she got. Clingy was replaced by aggression and demands. The third time she tried to kiss me I took her by the wrists and told her again, I loved having her for a friend, but wasn’t interested in dating.

“I don’t want to date either,” she yelled. “I want to fuck, jerk.”

She proceeded to toss what was left of her beer on my chest and stomped off. There was only a sip of beer left in her cup so the damage to my shirt was minimal but enough to leave Jeff incapacitated with laughter.

He was having too much fun to leave and I did not feel like walking two miles home. I almost regretted taking the night off. At least I would have made some money while not having any fun.

I spotted a couch with only one other person sitting on it, Maggie. Maggie and I had known each other since fourth grade. She was more cute than pretty and wicked smart. She had focused more on science, while I took more history and lit classes. We had not spent much time together since freshman year.

“Is this seat taken, madam?” I asked in my best Downton Abbey accent. I thought I nailed it but Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Fleeing from the terror of the woman scorned,” she drawled. “I’m not sure I care to be your rebound couch companion.”

“Nothing to rebound from,” I replied as I sat. “I don’t mean to be mean or anything.”

“For someone with a genetic defect, you are halfway decent.”

“Genetic defect?”

“Y-chromosome, Josh. For a guy you’re not horrible.”

“Wow, thanks for the compliment. I’m honored,” I replied. It was my turn to roll my eyes.

“You should be,” Maggie retorted. “God must hate me. I keep praying to wake up a lesbian, but no dice.”

I laughed.

“I wasn’t joking,” Maggie said, giving me the side eye.

“I know, Maggie. That’s why I laughed. You really think guys are so terrible? Come on.”

“Uh, hmm, let me see,” she intoned, a mock look of contemplation on her face. “Barry?” she held up a finger. “Total dick. Jon?” Another finger. “Douche. Sam?” A third finger. “Dick and douche.”

“Hang on, Maggie, exes don’t count. Of course you hate them.”

“My point being, every guy I’ve gotten to know beyond the purely casual ended up being a horror show of insecurity, pettiness and irritation because I wouldn’t blow them on the second date.”

“You’re joking about that,” I insisted.

She turned to face me. “Only partly. I think Sam asked for a blowjob on our first date, which by the way, consisted of me buying him a supersized Big Mac meal and I detest McDonald’s.”

“Ouch. Okay, I got give you that one. I will also go far as to concede the average high school male is lacking a certain level of maturity.” I held up a hand as she opened her mouth. “However, the average high school female gives the average high school male a run for his money.”

She closed her mouth and sighed. “Well, just fuck me. There’s goes the lesbian escape hatch. Maybe I’ll join a convent.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be a lesbian?” I joked.

“Har-har,” she rejoined, but almost smiled.

“I don’t suppose you have a car?” I asked.

“Would I be sitting here if I did? I rode here with She Who Wants To Jump Your Bones.”

“Really? Are you the designated driver?”

“I hadn’t planned on it. I wasn’t planning on drinking but hauling Suze’s drunk ass into a car without getting barfed on was not part of the deal. She can’t drive though.”

“I have an idea, be right back.”

I hurried over to Jeff. I knew for a fact he was drinking the same beer he got when we arrived. He was fucking pain in the ass but he was not a big partier despite his boasts.