The heavy bass line of "Another One Bites the Dust" buzzed through the cinder-block walls. The auditorium's subwoofers had been blaring all night and in some ways, I was glad be free of the clutches of DJ Morphine, a college dropout who also doubled as the town's only MC.
However the circumstances of my release were something else. Anxiety climbed its way up my throat as Emily's mom pulled me into the gym supply room. The look on her face was unreadable. Between the bright lights and music, I hadn't heard what she wanted, but a guilty mind will find any reason to worry, and I was definitely guilty. As the Hanson brothers began warbling, Karen cornered me and stared me in the eye.
It was an expression between a glower and... something else. I flashed a nervous smile, still trying to read the situation.
"Mrs. Taylor," I squeaked, barely audible above the muffled music. "I didn't know you were chaperoning tonight. I hope us kids haven't been too hard on you."
"Karen," she said leaning in close. "You can call me Karen."
Karen was just inches away from me and I could feel the heat and moisture of her breath on my cheek as she spoke.
"Ever since I met you," she began. "I've always known that I loved you."
A wave of horror spread through me as her words reached my ears. I knew that line. It was exactly the script on the insert for that suspicious tape. Line by line, Karen repeated back the words from memory.
"I am yours," Karen said, putting her hand on my chest. "Do with me what you will."
My mind raced as blood rushed to my cheeks and elsewhere. I had thought I could finally get the courage to ask Emily to dance if she confessed her love. That's what the tape was for after all. It said if you record music over it, the secret message would still be embedded and heard by the listener. Even though we were both went to prom without dates, I thought if Emily... Karen pulled me back to the present as she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips caught mine by surprise and I melted under the experienced manner in which she shoved her tongue into my mouth.
I quickly pulled away and back up to arm's distance.
"M-Mrs. Taylor," I said quickly. "Um, that mixtape I gave Emily. What happened to it."
"I listen to every tape she gets first," Karen said with a smile as she began to close in on me again. "That way she won't end up listening to the wrong kind of music. But after I heard it, I realized how much I love you."
"Wait, you listened to it!?" I gasped as Karen clasped her hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer.
"Mmhmm," she said, nodding slowly as she brought her face to mine. "And when I heard it, I realized how much I want you."
"Mrs. Taylor, you're old enough to be my mom," I protested, backing up towards the shelves. "This isn't right."
"Call me Karen," she insisted. "And I'm old enough to be your mother, but what I feel is so much stronger than that. You could call it maternal lust."
Karen moved in even closer as my back collided with a shelf and I nearly fell backwards. She grabbed me by the shoulder and held me steady. Her body pressed against mine and I felt her weight press against me. Her ample breasts were squashed against my chest and her wide hips crushed her skirt against my legs.
"You're just what my daughter needs," Karen sighed as she buried her nose into my neck. "Someone who can guide her and make her happy."
As Karen pressed her lips against my neck, I began to panic. Emily's mom was grinding her hips into mine. I tried to push her away, but the shelf dug into my back. Karen ignored my protests and continued to grind into me.
"Mrs. Taylor, stop," I pleaded.
"Oh Anon," she moaned, running her hands up and down my chest. "You don't know how badly I need you. How badly I want to service your needs."
"Mrs. Taylor!" I repeated, my voice beginning to crack.
Karen took a moment to gaze into my eyes, then pressed her lips against mine again. As she did this, she rubbed her hand against my crotch. My member sprang to life at her touch and began to strain against my slacks. Karen chuckled, breaking the kiss to run her fingers across the outline of my stiff cock.
"Oh Anon," she purred, sliding her hand against the zipper of my pants. "You're so hard already. Just think of the fun we could have tonight."
"Mrs. Taylor," I whined, trying to pull away. "This is wrong. Emily's my friend and you're her mom."
"Emily will be so happy once she realizes how perfect you are for her," Karen cooed, unzipping my fly.
"Mrs. Taylor, stop," I gasped, feeling her warm hand slip into my boxers.
Karen wrapped her soft hand around my shaft and began to stroke my cock. As she pumped her fist along my member, her thumb found the tip and teased my sensitive glans. Karen smirked as she watched my member swell and stiffen in her grasp. Wordlessly, she brought her lips to mine and resumed kissing me. I whimpered under her lips as her tongue explored my mouth. Karen's tongue ran along my teeth and the roof of my mouth as her other hand ran through my hair.
My breathing grew deeper as Karen stroked her hand up and down my shaft. As our tongues danced together, Karen's thumb traced small circles around the tip of my cock. Her strokes were long and slow as her fingers tickled the base of my head. Karen broke our kiss and pulled back to admire her handiwork. She giggled at the sight of pre-cum leaking from my slit.
"Anon," she sighed, staring into my eyes. "You don't just want my hand. You want more than that."
Karen pulled her hand out of my boxers and slid my slacks and boxers down to my knees. The hem of her dress grazed against my member as she dropped to her knees. Karen brought her lips to my member and kissed it gently. I gasped at the contact, and Karen giggled, looking up at me with a teasing grin.
"Anon," she purred, wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft. "