"You said what!?" shrieked Jennifer Gibson in horror.
Jennifer's stepson Lionel swallowed and looked down at his feet. The eighteen year old high school senior mumbled as he replied. "I told Mr Button that he could touch your boobs."
Jennifer blinked in disbelief. "Why on earth would you tell him that?"
Lionel grimaced, she looked horrified. "He caught me looking at some stuff on one of the computers at school," the teenager still wasn't meeting his stepmothers enraged gaze.
"What stuff?" Jennifer snapped, she was still trying to grasp what was going on.
Lionel stammered a little, his cheeks bright red. "Porn."
Jennifer was lost for words. "Your father is going to kill you." Jennifer had married Trevor, Lionel's father about three years ago, and in the process had inherited a fully grown stepson, despite being only twenty-six years old herself. Trevor spent a lot of time travelling away on work business, and in those past few years it had pretty much fallen on Jennifer to raise Lionel herself. It had been quite a culture shock for the previously social young woman.
"Do we have to tell him?" asked Lionel hopefully. The eighteen year old was a little geeky and awkward, and seemed to be genuinely ashamed on himself for getting in trouble in school, it was definitely a rare occurrence.
Jennifer frowned, feeling a little sorry for her stepson, he was usually a pretty good young man, this was rather out of character for him.
"Wait, how did my breasts become involved in this anyway?" she demanded, remembering how the whole conversation had begun with Lionel asking her if she'd go to school and let his teacher Mr Button touch her tits.
Lionel's blush deepened. "I'm really sorry Jennifer," said Lionel. Because of the small age gap between them, Jennifer had always insisted that Lionel call her by her first name rather than calling her Mom or anything like that. Plus, when she'd first married Trevor she'd only been twenty-three and couldn't think of herself as someone's mother.
"It was Mr Button's idea," added Lionel, chewing on his lower lip.
"That old pervert!" snapped Jennifer angrily. She remembered going to a parent-teacher conference about two months ago and meeting Mr Button. The bald headed old maths teacher had talked to her breasts the whole time, the creep. "I'm going to go down there and give him a piece of my mind!"
"No!" protested Lionel in panic. "You can't! Mr Button said that I'd get expelled, and then I wouldn't get into college."
Jennifer's heart sank. Lionel was a great student and had been getting fantastic grades this year. He'd had his heart set on heading to Stanford University like his father Trevor, and he certainly had good enough grades to do it. Trevor in particular would be devastated in Lionel didn't make it to Stanford.
"Surely you won't get expelled?" said Jennifer hopefully. "I mean, you've got a good record, you get good grades. You must get another chance?"
Lionel shook his head glumly. "It's in the school rules...I'm really sorry Jennifer."
Jennifer sighed. "What exactly did Mr Button say to you?"
"Well, at first when he caught me he said I was out the door," explained Lionel. The poor teenager looked as though he was about to cry at any moment as he told his shameful tale. "But then he said that if I was to get you come to school and you'd let him..." Lionel swallowed, hesitating for a moment. "If you'd let him... touch your boobs..."
"He'd let you off," finished Jennifer. Lionel nodded, staring down at his feet in embarrassment.
Jennifer shook her head. She was a very attractive young woman and was somewhat used to the often unwanted attention of men. In particular, the twenty-six year old had a rather expansive and impressive bosom that attracted the majority of that unwanted attention.
When Jennifer had met Lionel's teacher, she'd recognized straight away that the old bastard was a pervert, but she'd assumed he was harmless enough. Apparently not.
"And you said yes?" asked Jennifer angrily. Even though she understood that Lionel was in a tough spot, she still couldn't believe he was so readily whoring her out like that.
Lionel winced. "Sorry Jennifer."
"I can't believe you'd even think I'd do that!"
"He just wants to touch them," protested Lionel. "It's not like it's a big deal or anything, or he wants to have sex with you."
Jennifer glared angrily at her stepson. Was he really suggesting that she let his lecherous teacher feel her up? But then again, he was right, it didn't really cost her anything to let the old guy cop a feel, apart from a little embarrassment. And it was Lionel's whole future that was on the line.
Jennifer gave a frustrated groan. "I can't believe you're putting me in this situation Lionel."
"I know. And I'm sorry." Lionel did feel genuinely sorry. "I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you."
Jennifer slumped back in her seat. What was she going to do?
***
"You realise this is blackmail Mr Button?" Jennifer snapped curtly at her stepson's maths teacher. After much to-ing and fro-ing, Jennifer had eventually decided to go down to the high school and meet with Mr Button. She had been careful not to come alone, bringing Lionel along in the hope that it would make Mr Button less likely to try anything.
The bald teacher frowned at Jennifer's accusation. "Now look here Miss Gisbon..."
"Mrs Gibson," Jennifer quickly reminded the old teacher.
Mr Button smiled disquietingly. "Mrs Gibson," he corrected. "You son Lionel is in a lot of trouble here. I'm just trying to find a solution that won't ruin the boy's entire future. That would be a shame."
Jennifer glared angrily at Mr Button. The old mathematics teacher looked like he was in his mid-late sixties. He was bald with bushy white tufts of hair around the sides and back of his head and a bushy white moustache. He was red faced as if he'd been on a long run or was sunburnt, and was considerably overweight. Mr Button's fat stomach overflowed his waistline and the buttons on the front of his shirt looked like they were straining to hold his belly inside. The sickly smile he was flashing back at Jennifer made her stomach turn.
"I fail to see how coercing me into playing your lewd little game is a solution!" Jennifer was even angrier with the bastard now that she was talking to him in person, than she had been when Lionel had first told her the teacher's proposal. The gall of the man to think that he could get away with this!
Mr Button rocked back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and resting them on his substantial gut. His gaze thoughtfully wondered over Jennifer.
The gorgeous twenty-six year old was dressed in a smart charcoal business skirt that came down to just above her knee. Her legs were crossed in front of her and the hemline had ridden up a short way to display some of her long, slender legs. Jennifer had foregone stockings that day so her legs were bare. The curvaceous blonde had well-tanned, flawless skin so she could easily get away without them. She also had on a pair of black high heeled shoes, and was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt that clung to the magnificent globes of her huge breasts.
It was those oversized knockers that they were currently debating. Ever since Maxwell Button had first laid eyes on those things, when Jennifer Gibson had come in to the school for a parent-teacher conference, he'd wanted to get his hands on them. Now he had that opportunity, and he didn't plan on missing it.
"What Lionel did was very wrong," explained Mr Button, frowning at the young man sitting beside his voluptuous stepmother. "And I could get into a lot of trouble for just ignoring the problem. But...I'm not an ogre. I don't want to see this poor boy's future education destroyed over one little...mistake."
