Breaking The News (Judy's POV)

Immediately Following Peter and Principal Hudson's Meeting:

OOOF!

I gasp when I unexpectedly collide into the trunk of my car. While walking across the parking lot, my mind was racing so fast, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. After getting a hold of myself, I make my way to the driver's side door. My hands tremble as I open it, crawl into the seat, and start the car. I'm just about to get going when all of a sudden, the shaking in my hands spreads to the rest of my body. Completely overwhelmed by my intense emotions, attempting to drive quickly becomes a bad idea.

What I'm experiencing can only be described as a war going on in my head. Feelings of pure joy and excitement are wrestling my sense of shame for control. I tightly grip onto the steering wheel as my heart pounds vigorously. It's clear that I need a moment so I turn off the engine and let out a heavy sigh. Then I look into the rearview mirror and begin speaking to myself.

"He just HAD to be a student, didn't he? Betraying my husband is bad enough but this is just down right crazy. What is everyone going to think when they see us? I mean the boy is half my age. He's a student, for Christ's sake! .....But I can't help myself.... A total alpha male AND has the greatest cock I've ever seen? Like seriously, c'mon! How could I possibly resist that?............ Oh, Pete. Why'd you have to be so perfect."

Then I close my eyes and reflect on how this internal conflict began.

When our meeting ended, I felt nothing but excitement and determination to prove I could be Peter's girlfriend. He told me to get dressed, but to lose my underwear and blazer. He also insisted that several of my blouse's buttons be left open. Finally, the bottom half's material was tied in a knot just below my chest, resulting in my midriff exposed to the open air.

After I happily complied with his demands, the boy inspected my body to insure he was satisfied. I can still hear his voice striving for perfection like the alpha male he is.

"Is that the tightest you can get it? I want those meaty melons pushed up as high as possible."

However, it was when we exited my office together that I realized fantasy and reality often don't mix very well. Walking through the halls dressed like a porn star with a student's hand glued to my ass, I drew the attention of every student and teacher staying after school for extracurriculars. No one said anything to us, but there was an onslaught of confused looks, whispers, giggles, and even some sneaky pictures taken. Pete loved the attention.

"If you make the cut, we could probably win the 'Favorite Couple' superlative. I bet you never thought you'd be in that section of the year book. The picture could be you kissing my cock, or maybe something sloppier. It'd be pretty funny to see you smile with my balls pressed against your lips and my cock splayed across your face."

When we reached the front of the building, Pete had me kiss him goodbye. Then he slapped my ass before heading to the student pick up spot. That **** an audible gasp from the crowd of onlookers. By the end, my cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. However, the experience didn't deter me from my new goal but instead reminded me how there's always a price for pleasure.

After the flashback ends, I mange to calm myself down enough to drive home. I spend the entire time anticipating the upcoming conversation with my husband and daughter. The nervousness spikes as I pull into my driveway. Getting back later than usual, I'm sure that my family is already home. Wanting to just get it over with, I call for them while walking through the door.

"Honey? Olivia? I need to talk with you. I've got some news.

Upon taking a couple steps forward, I find my daughter in the living room. Olivia notices my presence and moves her gaze off her phone to look up at me from the couch. Shocked by my state of dress, her eyes practically bulge out of her head. But after a second, she composes herself and actually chuckles. Then Olivia greets me and suddenly I'm the surprised one.

"Hey Mom. Or should I say, 'Big Booty Judy'?"

My face locks into a stunned expression. I didn't think Pete would contact them this soon but this is also the last way I'd expect for Olivia to react. Needing an explanation, I begin stuttering through a confused response.

"Oh, you- I guess you already... I didn't- I thought you'd- You're not mad at me? You know, for..."

Sparing me from my struggle to speak, Olivia cuts me off. Her voice is snappy and condescending.

"For being a **** whore who's in love with a boy my age? Nah, not really. It's actually pretty fucking funny. You look more like a principal in a porno than someone who actually works at a school!"

She starts giggling at her comment for a few seconds. Then she stops and flashes me a confused expression. It's as if she expected me to laugh with her and is surprised that I'm not. Upon realizing I'm in **** need for elaboration, my daughter sighs before continuing to speak. Maintaining her condescending tone, it sounds like she's explaining the punchline of a joke that anybody should've been able to understand.

"Look, you've always been my conservative, uptight, prude Mother. Now, the same woman who doesn't let me wear crop-tops because boys would think I'm 'easy' is dressing like a slut for a student who's less than half her age. You can't tell me you don't see the irony. How can I be mad when everything about this is just so damn funny?"

I hardly recognize the girl sitting before me. Her rude tone vastly differs from how my usually sweet and polite daughter normally speaks. Completely shocked by the snarky words and attitude, I'm unable to reply verbally. Dropping my jaw is the only reaction my body seems capable of. My mouth just stays open as I watch Olivia lift herself from the couch and walk over to where I'm standing. She continues talking while making her way over.

"Plus, you can't really bitch me about what I can and can't do anymore. Honestly, how can you lecture me about showing too much skin when you're some boy's personal slut? The answer is you can't. That also goes for everything else you nag me about. Let's be real, Mom. You've lost all your authority. So from now on, I'm going to do whatever I want and it doesn't matter what you think. Got it?"

I remain silent as my daughter stops at my side and looks up at me with a grin. Then she breaks even further from her normal persona by planting a hand on my barely covered backside. Her fingers curl to firmly grasp a chunk of flesh through my skirt's thin material.

If it weren't for today's events, I would have swatted her arm away and screamed to high Hell. However, I can't deny the legitimacy of Olivia's logic. I no longer have a right to punish any kind of perverted behavior given the current circumstances. Left with little options, I only wince in discomfort and listen to my daughter's smug voice.

"I'll admit when a random dude called to let me know you were auditioning to be his girlfriend, I did get really angry for a moment. Even though you can sometimes be overbearing, you're still my Mother. I felt offended hearing him call you nasty names and describe your body in really vulgar ways. He was running his mouth saying shit like 'Your Mom's just a slut with a fat ass who desperately wants me to clap her cheeks' and it made me mad."

A sense of shame washes over me upon hearing the quote from Peter. It was completely true, I do desperately want the boy to have his way with me. The thought of it is making me so wet, it's getting difficult to hear what Olivia's saying.

"But Pete explained how you being his girlfriend would give me more freedom and I calmed down. Then he started telling me about how this whole thing could actually be a lot of fun and I started to get really excited. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

I stare down into Olivia's eyes as I feel her grip tighten around my flesh. With my face locked in a worried expression, I subtly shake my head to convey that I don'y know what she's getting at. My daughter's smirk grows just a little wider as she removes her hand from my asscheek and brings it back in the form of a hard smack while shouting out the answer.

"Dad and I are gonna help you train for your try outs!" She exclaims, sounding like it's a grand reveal.

The stinging sensation on my rear somehow unlocks a new level of shock in my body. An involuntary yelp pops out of my mouth and I jolt up onto my toes. After a second, I settle down and look back and my daughter with a frown spread across my face. Determining that she's crossed the line, I inhale and prepare to scold her.

However, I'm suddenly distracted by the sound of someone thumping down the stairs. A second later, any hope of regaining my train of thought is wiped out upon hearing my husband call out to us.

"That's right! We're gonna whip your Mama into shape. Do you have any plans for tonight, Liv? I want to get started right away and it'd be a big help if you were here."

I quickly become so focused on the sight before me, I barely register Olivia's voice saying she's free all night. Strutting hastily into the living room is my loving husband, Simon. A proud smile beams from his face as my eyes trace up and down his tall, muscular, frame. My eyes pop up upon noticing I'm not the only one wearing clothes that differ from their normal attire. The last time I saw Simon's dressed like this was years ago, when he coached Olivia's volleyball team. I thought he threw them out after she stopped playing, but apparently that's not the case.

The outfit consists of a short sleeve, collard, polo shirt. The word 'COACH' is embroidered in large font across the left side of his chest. It's tucked into a pair of khaki shorts that end an inch or two above his knee and secured by the belt wrapped around his waist. Below that is a pair of white socks stretching up to the middle of his calves. They lead down to the white sneakers tied tightly around his feet. Finally, the coaching outfit is made whole by the red baseball cap on his head and silver whistle shining from the string wrapped around his neck.

"Hey, Booty! I'm happy to see you got a head start on changing your image. Losing the bra and tying up your shirt was a good call. I think pushing up those big knockers will help display some of your best assets for Pete to notice. Let's keep that in mind when planning your outfits, but clothes can wait for later."

My mouth opens to speak, and partly due to shock, but my husband doesn't give me a chance to cut in. His body is obviously filled with energy as he continues to speak in an excited manner. It almost sounds like he's a kid talking about the things he can't wait to do on vacation.

"Right now, it's time to start your training! I'm gonna pop back upstairs and grab some equipment I bought earlier. While I do that, you should go ahead and strip. I want to see you butt naked when I get back. Liv, help her get out of those clothes. Make sure your Mom's massive milkers, all that junk in her trunk, and her three fuck-holes are out and ready to work. Alright, let's go people!"

Simon turns towards the stairs, but I grab him by the shirt before could step away. This is the first opportunity to talk in what feels like forever and I'm not about to let it slip away. After the interaction with Olivia, I figured my husband's reaction would differ from what I originally thought it'd be. But now I'm left with a million questions about what the fuck is going on. So the moment Simon turns back to face me, I start blurting them all out.

"Simon, wait! You're not bothered by me being with another man? Or the fact that he's a student? And why are you wearing your old coaching outfit? And what do you mean by my training? And how is Olivia going to help? And- And, wait.... Did you call me 'Booty'?"

My husband stood there as I rapid fired questions at him. Then he began to laugh as he noticed the desperation in my voice morph into generic confusion after I asked that last question. His chuckling only stopped upon seeing that I clearly didn't share his amusement. While throwing his hands up to assure me he was finished, he began to explain himself.

"Sorry, guess I got a little ahead of myself. Yes, getting a call about my wife blowing a teenager in her office made me furious at first. Hearing that you also want to be his girlfriend didn't help calm me down either. But then the boy started making points I couldn't argue with. Eventually, I realized I can't really be mad."

My husband takes a brief pause which allows me to notice his arm make a quick movement. My eyes dart down to his crotch and see that he's now gently griping his privates. Then my attention is quickly brought back to Simon's face when he resumes the story.

"Pete's right. My little dick can't handle a busty milf like you. While he was telling me all the things you said to him, it became clear that limiting you to my tiny pecker isn't fair. You're a slut who craves alpha-male cock and you deserve to get fucked silly by one. So if this Peter boy is even half the stud you say he is, I'm glad you're getting a shot at being his girlfriend. You're my wife and I've always loved you. That's not going to change just because another man will be satisfying your slutty urges."

Tears start to form in my eyes from hearing Simon's words. Having never let go of his shirt, I pull him towards me and hug him tightly. My words come out slightly muffled due to my head being buried in his chest.

"Oh, Simon! I'm so happy to hear you say that. Your cock may be small, but your heart is huge. I want you to know I'm not doing this for just any man. I am truly in love with, Peter. Seeing that boy be so dominate and assertive makes my heart race and my pussy drool. I swear that this isn't an attempt to whore around with multiple men. That boy's big cock is the only one I want making me cum. I'm not going to stop loving you either. After all, you're my husband. You'll always have a special place in my heart no matter how small your tiny, little, dick is."

Our heartfelt talk is followed by a loving embrace between us. The moment ends with a laugh when Olivia starts acting grossed out like any child would while their parents are being affectionate. Then I retract from Simon's arms and repeat my unanswered questions. This time around, I'm listening with a newfound sense of comfort. In fact, I'm even beginning to share my husband's excitement.

"Yea, we had a long talk. Pete said that although I can't sexually satisfy my wife, I could still make myself useful. He told me about the tryouts and suggested that I coach you. After giving me some tips on how to help make you the perfect whore, he came up with a great idea. So you know how you and Olivia have kind of been at odds lately? Well, he thinks it would really bring our family closer if she helped you train too. The way he put it made it sound like letting Liv do stuff like pound you with strap-on could be a win-win for us. Something about how she gets to blow off a little steam and you get to practice taking Pete's big dick."

As if those last couple of sentences were her cue, Olivia speaks up for the first time in a while. The way she cuts into the conversation is by giving my ass a hard smack for the second time, reflecting her new snarky attitude.

"Oh you'll be getting a lot of practice, trust me. I've got plenty of steam to blow off. Remember when you didn't let me go to that club in the city with my friends? Well, I sure do. So be ready to take some serious pounding, Booty."

The comment elicits a laugh out of Simon which Olivia promptly joins in on. Part of me still feels conflicted about being sexually involved with my daughter. However, I offer up some quiet chuckles since I don't want to disrupt the pleasant mood.

After we all quiet down, I once again inquire about why they're calling me 'Booty'. Then Simon's face shoots up as if a light bulb just appeared above his head.

"Oh, right. Obviously, Olivia and I know about Pete's orders to change all your screen names. After talking about it for a little bit, we agreed that 'Big Booty Judy' has a nice ring to it and decided it'd be fun to use at home. Although, it quickly became clear that it's a kind of lengthy for casual conversation. That's when Liv suggested we shorten it to just 'Booty' and we both loved it. So that's what we'll be calling you from now on."

Before I could even wrap my head around my family regularly using the obscene nickname, I'm startled by Olivia yet again. But it's not a spank this time. I yelp as the hem of my skirt is yanked down to my knees. Then I grunt again when my daughter grabs both of my ass cheeks, feeling my flesh seep between her cold fingers as she talks.

"I've got to give this Peter kid credit. It's the perfect nick name for you, Mom. I mean, look at these gigantic booty cheeks! Dad, can you get the supplies now? I'm dying to shove something inside of my curvy Mommy!"

Upon hearing that, my face goes from blushed to full on tomato mode. Refusing to look Olivia having her way with my body, I concentrate on Simon barking orders while scurrying towards the stairs,

"Right! Let's get this party started! Get her ready while I grab the stuff and try on that thing Pete told me to wear."

While watching my husband march away, I'm caught off guard for what feels like the 100th time today. The cause is Olivia's hands suddenly moving from my backside to my blouse. Then my daughter yanks on the material and tears the few fastened button apart. Her **** quickly unravels the knot tied just below my chest, resulting in my braless breasts hanging out in the open.

"Sweetie, aren't you being a little too harsh? That was a new blouse." I comment meekly, feeling like a toy doll.

Olivia ignores my concerns as she removes the shirt off of my body. Then she finishes pulling the skirt, wrapped around my knees, to the ground. As I instinctively stepped out of the garment, she grabbed onto to whatever foot was raised and removed each of my high heels. So now I'm completely naked while standing in my living room.

"Follow me and get down on your knees, Booty!" My daughter commands while tugging on my arm.

Not expecting to be dragged, I stumble towards the couch. Falling to my knees came naturally as I practically collapsed onto the ground. After taking a moment to settle down, I find myself looking up at Olivia who has plopped herself on the couch. A wide grin quickly forms across the young woman's face as she sits with her legs crossed in a lady like fashion.

Within a few seconds my line of sight is obstructed by her dangling, bare, foot thrusting right up against my face. However, I am still able to gaze upon Olivia's face through the spaces between her toes. The window allows me to notice her face go from grinning to a serious expression.

"Dad mentioned that Pete said your oral skills could use some work. I think it'd be a good idea to start training with something smaller than the huge strap-on that I'll eventually be shoving down your throat. Suck on my toes and try to get all five in your mouth."

In complete disbelief, mixed with a sense of denial, I grasp the foot with both hands and lower it from my face. Then I try to reason with my daughter's new persona.

"Liv, baby, isn't making me suck on your toes a little much? I mean, I appreciate that you want to help me become Pete's girlfriend. I really do. But doesn't doing something like this with your naked Mommy feel weird?"

Olivia looks down at me with a deadpan expression for a few seconds. Then she rips her foot from my grasp and leans in close to me. The next thing I know, the moody girl swipes her hand to deliver a hard smack on my face. Pain tingles throughout my skin as my daughter grabs me by the cheeks and moves even further in my direction.

"You don't get to call me 'Baby' or even 'Liv' anymore. From now on you refer to me as 'Coach Olivia' or you can just say 'Coach' when Dad's not around. Got it?"

The girl's voice has shifted into stern tone. She sounds like a teacher giving their student one final warning.

I stare back at the young lady with a sense of bewilderment filling my eyes. Part of me wants to leap up, grab Olivia by the hair, drag her to her room, and lock the door. However, it was Peter who thought having my daughter train me would be a good idea. If this is what the alpha-male of my dreams wants, I will respect his wishes.

Upon realizing this, the confusion in my gaze morphs into a look of acceptance. Then I nod my head at the girl in the affirmative motion. I chose not to respond verbally because the way she's gripping my cheeks would make my voice sound funny. As silly as it may seem, I wanted to avoid appearing even more idiotic than I already am.

Seeing my physical agreement to her demand, Olivia grunts in approval. However, she doesn't let up her confrontational display but rather decides to continue her rant.

"All my life you've been barking orders at me. Telling me I can't wear this or I can't go there or can't see that boy. But that ends today. Until you're officially Peter's girlfriend or he rejects you, I'm the one in charge. I get to boss you around for a change. I'll be telling you to spread your legs, lick my pussy, eat my ass, and anything else. You're not my Mom, the bitch, anymore. You're 'Big Booty Judy' and you're my bitch. Now suck my fucking toes!"

Without having any time to respond, Olivia releases and shoves her foot back in my face. I meekly accept her toes into my mouth and begin essentially blowing my daughter's foot. The room is quickly filled with slurping sounds and the occasional gag whenever Olivia decides the kick forward. Her salty sweat mixed with a tiny bit of bitter dirt fills my taste buds as my tongue dances between her toes.

Worshiping my daughter's foot is my primary focus for the next few moments until my attention is drawn to the sound of Simon stomping down the steps. Soon after, my husband's voice echos through the room.

"Alright, time to get on with the training! Oh, looks like you've already started. Great work, Liv! Way to show initiative, baby! That's a great way to help your Mom with her tongue work. Come on, Booty! Suck those toes!"

My eyes dart to the side so I can look at Simon without removing Olivia's foot from my mouth. The sight I find causes them to nearly bulge out of my head.

In Simon's arms is a huge box. I suspect that it's filled with sex toys based on the large dildo sticking out of the top. However, what is really shocking is his updated wardrobe. While still primarily dressed in the coaching outfit from a few moments ago, my husband is no longer wearing shorts or underwear. On top of that, his flaccid penis appears to be locked away in a pink chastity cage.