Stab him with a fucking pencil

“You stabbed him with a fucking pencil?” Mom gasped. Staring at me in disbelief.

“He had it coming." I muttered under my breath.

“As I was saying Miss Grey, this is a serious matter. The boys family is threatening to press charges. Both against school, and your son.”

Sitting across from the school principal in his office, my stomach churned. I barely even hurt him before our fight got broken up, and he left me with a black eye.

Stupid. So stupid of me. Bullies don't get punished, only the people trying to stop them do. I knew that, and I acted on impulse anyways.

“Considering the nature of this, altercation…” The principle cleared his throat, looking my mother straight in the eyes. “Expulsion may be our only option.”

“What?! That's Bullshit!” I protested in vain.

“Language sweetie.” Mom placed her hand on my chest. Looking at me with sympathetic, understanding eyes.

She had come right away when they called, leaving mid shoot. Still wiping some filth off her face as she walked down the school hallways to meet with me and the principal. It had almost been funny seeing the straight laced, by the books older man shaking hands with my mom. Dressed in stripper heels, fishnet stockings and a seductive black dress that barely managed to cover up her oiled up, braless G cup boobs.

Almost funny, but I knew this meeting wasn't going to go in my favour.

Still, even as my expulsion from the one school I'd managed to make a handful of friends at was hanging over me, I felt calm. Knowing that no matter what, mom would be on my side.

“Let me make myself very clear, we have a zero tolerance policy for ****.” The older man adjusted his glasses, desperately trying not to stare into my mother's exposed cleavage. And doing a poor job of hiding it. “And to make matters worse, your son has yet to apologise or show any regret for his actions.”

“Is that true?” Mom looked at me. With no judgement, only a gentle expression.

“I won't apologise until he does.” I leaned back in my chair. Only feeling defeat.

There was nothing to be done here. I was in the wrong, even if he was being a total cunt to me and Jean. The context never matters in situations like this. But there was no way I would apologise to that loser, ot when it wouldn't help me anyways.

“There's must be… something we can do to make things right.” Mom adjusted herself in her chair, pulling at her dress.

“I'm afraid there isn't.” The principal's eyes flickered between her chest and her eyes. The concern and gentleness she'd had while looking at me was gone, replaced with a look thousands of men had seen before. Usually with her wearing less clothes…

I'd seen her use her looks and charms to get what she wanted before. Batting her eyes at cops to get out of speeding tickets, flirting with car salesmen to get a better deal.

But this felt different. More… serious? She wasn't seriously about to suggest-

“Really?” Mom's tongue licked her lips. “Because a strong, tough man like you should be able to make a little thing like this disappear. With the right… encouragement maybe?”

She leaned forward, over his desk. Letting her shiny braless chest slip out of her dress, hanging right in front of the principle's eyes.

“Oh my God. MOM! What are you doing??” I wanted to die, this was so embarrassing. There was no way he was actually-

“Encouragment…” The principal's eyes stared plainly at my Mom's exposed chest now. Defying my every expectation, he reached his hand out and squeezed one of them. Right in front of my eyes. “Hmmm… perhaps I could speak to the boys father, and together we could work out a solution that favours us all.”

“Would you?” Mom beamed with an overly cutesy smile. Slipping her dress off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing her thong covered asscheeks. “My son is a good boy, I swear. Surely you can all take out any, frustrations, you have with him… on me instead?”

“Seriously… Mom you can't-”

“Shhh now boy.” The principal hushed me. Sanding up and slowly walking around the desk. His hands running over my mothers basically naked body. Squeezing her asscheek and pinching her nipples. “Your mother and I are working out a deal.”

“Does that mean you won't expel him, Sir?” Mom asked. Putting emphasis on the title. "Please tell me you wont get my baby boy in trouble, so I can make you feel so good. Sir...."