Making out with her Boyfriend

A chill set over me as I frantically looked for Emma. We were just now pulling into the school's drop off point, pulling up beside a shiny red muscle car with a custom spoiler and an exhaust so wide it would rank first place on a top ten list for pornstar gaping holes.

Leaning against that car, was Brad, and, leaning against him, was Emma. Getting in one last make-out session before class started.

Brad wasn't a typical meatheaded jock. He was a pretty boy, with clean-cut golden hair, a smooth shaven stunning jawline. Expressive, light blue eyes and a smile that made all the girls swoon. Not only handsome, but smart too. He was valedictorian in his senior year before heading off to College on a scholarship and was wearing the school jersey right now.

Always the most popular guy around. The kind of boy every mother hoped their daughter would bring home. But underneath that nice, rosy exterior was the biggest asshole I'd ever had the displeasure of knowing.

“Please don't-” I started to say, but it was already too late. Mom had already opened her window and was leaning out to wave at the pair.

“Hi Emma!” She shouted. Drawing the attention of every student gathered around the entrance of the school. “And good morning to you Brad~”

Seeing my Mom leaning halfway out of the car window, wearing only a loosely fitting robe, Brad broke off his kiss with Emma and dashed right over. Resting his forearm on the top of the car window while staring right down at her chest.

“It's a good morning now that you're here Angel.” He said with a shit eating grin. “Had a little fun on the way over, did we?”

“Oh this?” Mom giggled. Scooping up one of the thicker globs of cum that covered her chest, wiping it off on her robe. “That's just from work this morning. I wanted to clean up before heading out, but my little b- my big man wanted to get to school on time~”

"And how is the big man doing?" Brad asked. Barely hiding his sarcasm. "Still following Mommy to all her porn shoots? Getting those stronger, bigger men ready to fuck her brains out?"

"Oh Kenny doesn't work as a fluffer or anything like that." Mom innocently said. Making Brad's taunt all the even worse. "He mostly keeps to himself while I'm filming."

I kept my eyes off of Brad and slunk down low into my seat. Avoiding any potential conversation with the preppy jock loser. Across from us, still standing by the car, was Emma. Watching her ‘loyal’ boyfriend openly flirt with the half naked pornstar.

The poor girl didn't even have it in her to look mad. The quiet, bookish girl just held her arms across her waist, waiting for her boyfriend to stop chatting up the older woman.

"Well I'm sure with a body as sexy as yours, the guys don't need a fluffer." Brad licked his lips. Eye fucking my mom with intensity. "I know I wouldn't if we ever filmed together..."

"Oh stop it~" Mom playfully giggled. Pulling her arm against her chest while seductively tracing a finger across her full, juicy lips. "A young, fit, smart man like you must have higher career aspirations than working with little old me..."

How long was this **** going to go on for? He probably thought Mom was flirting back with him, but I knew she wasn't. That was just her normal personality, how she was with everyone. Even me sometimes, after a few too many glasses of wine...

“You've got a bit of a wardrobe malfunction there.” Brad confidently smiled. Staring right at her tits with raised eyebrows. I couldn't see, but it was obvious her nipple was poking out. The little pink nubs that were as famous as the woman they were attached to.

“Oops!” Mom laughed. “Well, it's nothing you haven't seen before now is it?"

“It's definitely not. I've been jerking off to your sexy body for years. But may I say Angel, it's always ten times sexier seeing it in person.”

“That's so sweet of you to say!” Mom blushed while I resisted the urge to slam my head against the car dashboard. “And please, Angel is my stage name. You can call me Brandi.”

“Brandi.” Brad turned the word over in his mouth, as if he was tasting it. “Well I'd love to chat more about your work Brandi, but I can't stay. I'll see you around?”

“Oh I'm sure you will.” Mom winked. Idley tracing her finger in circles over her chest. “Bye now~”

Mom closed up the window as Brad walked back to his car. Eye's glued to Mom as he got in the driver's seat, pulling out and leaving Emma standing there alone. Her eyes glued to Mom too.

“I thought you didn't like Brad?” I said to mom while watching Emma. I hoped she didn't blame her for Brad being a dick.

“I don't like him for Emma, but he's a nice boy.” Mom said. Noticing Emma was staring at her, she gave a small wave, causing her to blush, spin around on the spot and power walk towards the school gate.

“She's such a shy girl.” Mom sighed. “Maybe you should invite the two of them over? I could distract Brad, give you and her a little… alone time??”

“Hey would you look at the time.” I said. Not looking at the time. “Gotta go. Love you. See you later!”

I rushed out of the car before the conversation could get even more awkward. Grabbing my bag and darting towards the gate. Making it halfway before my Mom's voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Hang on Sweetie.” She cooed loudly. “Don't think you can get away without giving mommy a big smooch~”

Looking back, I could see her leaning out of the car again. Her glistening boobs spilling out of the window, basically fully exposed to the entire student body.

I hesitated. Wanting to just rush inside, but knowing that would only cause her to make more of a scene. I heard another student say something. One of the larger boys with a face full of acne, grabbing his crotch while saying that he had something she could smooch.

With my skin crawling from that disturbing image in my head, I walked back over to her. Planting a kiss on her lips and hurrying back. Keeping my eyes to the ground, I could still tell that everybody was staring at me. Whispering about me behind my back.

Just another day of highschool.

There were already plenty of rumours about how, close, me and Mom were. As gross as that was. Despite there being zero truth to them at all, the rumours were enough to brand me as a freak. I only had two friends, two people willing to talk to me, and felt lucky to have that at all.

And one of them, was waiting for me. Right by the entrance to our school.