One Click Chicks Forum - [Fictional Stories - ENF] Will’s Mom Comes Undone

First, thanks to hocman who in a recent post kindly included me in a list of authors whose talent is far greater than mine. Second, in writing the story below I attempted to be mindful of many of the very constructive comments I've received on this board. In so doing my grasp may have exceeded my reach so I apologize in a advance for any failings. You may yet see a revised version of what's below but I hope in the meantime that you enjoy.

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After easing her new Mercedes convertible into a spot in front of the tony boutique that was Davidson Dry Cleaning & Tailoring, Mrs. Danielle Parnell focused for a moment on her favorite topic -- herself. As the beautiful 43 year old lawyer and mother of three gazed at her spectacular reflection in the car's rear view mirror, her bright white teeth set off brilliantly by her ruby red glossed lips and her emerald green eyes accented by a very naturally hued shadow, she thought about how "blessed" the boys of Gonzaga High School, along with their feckless fathers, would be to see her this weekend in the dress she was about to drop off to be pressed. Of course, she thought to herself, that blessing would be a curse to their unworthy mothers, girlfriends and wives, all of whom would disappear to those same boys and men once Mrs. Danielle Parnell came into view -- and she loved it. For as much as she craved the attention of men, whose undivided adoration she consistently garnered, she reveled even more in the shame and humiliation that would be felt by the wives, girlfriends and daughters of her admirers who became all but irrelevant in her presence.

Self-satisfied as always, the preening Mrs. Parnell stepped purposefully from her car and, to the admiring glances of any man nearby, and bedecked in her 4" stiletto heeled black leather Fendi boots, skin tight jeans that fitted her perfect ass like a glove and tight grey cotton turtle neck sweater that profiled both her ample bust and tight midsection while leaving no doubt as to the fitness of her toned arms, strode towards the oak and glass doorway of Davidson Dry Cleaning & Tailoring. Over her shoulder, on a hanger and sheathed in its protective soft Prada case, was her fabulous and fashionable new frock that she was entrusting Davidson's most venerable haberdashery to press.

Answering her cell phone before pushing open the door with her bejeweled hand, Danielle was in mid-conversation as she queued up to drop off her latest high fashion purchase.

"Not that Will wouldn't otherwise get in on the merits," the comely counselor loudly chatted without care, "but once these Jesuits get a gander at yours truly in this dress, they'll probably make him class president . . . or . . . at the very least, beg him to help them untie those chastity knots."

"Next," the young girl behind the counter cheerily called to Danielle.

"I've got to go Lindsay," Danielle informed the caller -- her younger sister -- signing off in what she thought was a whisper with, "the help beckons."

A bit shocked by her customer's statement, which she was clearly not intended to hear, the very attractive Davidson Dry Cleaning sales girl, Amanda Silver, smiled broadly at Mrs. Parnell. An 18 year old knockout, Amanda was a senior at Davidson High School and the co-captain of its cheer-leading squad. She was also the captain of the cheerleaders at Gonzaga High School which, as an all-boys Catholic institution with great athletic programs, was fortunate to have a long line of eager and attractive girls from nearby public schools lining up to do double duty.

"Did I overhear you mention that your son is waiting to learn whether he was accepted at Gonzaga," she asked. "My brother Jules is a senior there . . . and I cheer for them . . . and my mom is the President of the Mothers' Guild."

"If you overheard me dear it was only because you were inappropriately eavesdropping rather than attending to whatever responsibilities you've been entrusted with here," responded the arrogant uber-MILF with disdain. "Now just make sure this dress is pressed and ready to be picked up by tomorrow -- I'm Mrs. Parnell -- write it down."

"Yes, of course ma'am," said the young auburn haired stunner who although outwardly still smiling was seething at the arrogant prima donna standing across from her, "I've got your name and we'll have it ready."

What Amanda was really thinking was I have your name and your "number" you pushy snob but she wisely held her tongue -- for now.

"You know my wife Rebecca teaches at Gonzaga," came a deep voice from behind Mrs. Parnell, "and I'm on the Alumni Board of Trustees having gone there myself."

Upon turning around, Danielle found herself face-to-face with Adam Hess, a neighbor of the Parnell’s from Davidson and a volunteer bailiff in the same local courthouse where Danielle periodically sat, on a pro bono basis, as a judge. Although the gorgeous Mrs. Parnell generally did not have time to spare chatting with men, including her husband, she had always found the 6' 4" tall Mr. Hess attractive and was mystified as to how the sandy blonde haired Adonis was ever snagged as a husband by Rebecca Ross -- the cow. But far more than any interest Mrs. Parnell may have had in his appearance, on this day Danielle's attention was drawn to his access -- to Gonzaga.

One of the many first world problems faced by parents in the affluent Washington, D.C. suburb of Davidson, Maryland was whether to send their children to the public high school. Although the town's elementary and middle school programs were regarded as quite excellent, in large part due to the taxes paid by the "one percenters" who populated the bucolic burb, the type-A personalities of Davidson's parents inevitably posed for them the dilemma of whether as their children's high school years approached, to choose a parochial or private alternative to Davidson Central High.

So, in November of every year, at many a Davidson dinner table, parents and their eighth grade student children got about the business of submitting applications and taking entrance exams for some of the Baltimore-Washington metro area's most prestigious halls of secondary learning. Of the many highly desirable and extraordinarily competitive alternatives, Will Parnell, Danielle's eighth grade son, had set his heart on Gonzaga College High School in Washington, D.C. -- and his mother would not see her little boy denied.

With that in mind, and placing her highly moisturized hand delicately on Adam Hess' sinewy forearm, the beguiling and manipulative Mrs. Danielle Marie Parnell practically cooed at her neighbor, "is that so Adam -- do you know we've been neighbors all this time and I had no idea that you went to Gonzaga or that Ramona taught there."

Aroused almost instantly by the touch of the captivating vision before him, and looking to impress Danielle even more, the hapless Mr. Hess continued, "why yes . . . I'm still very much involved you know . . . and Ramona . . . I mean Rebecca . . . my wife's name is Rebecca . . ."

"Of course it is, sweetie, silly me," teased Danielle as she tightened the grip on her prey's arm.

"Well it's all to say that I'd be happy to make a few calls on behalf of your son," continued Hess, puffing out his chest in light of his new-found importance in Mrs. Parnell's eyes. "Will the two of you be attending the open house and pep rally on Saturday night . . . I will . . . and I may even have an answer by then."

"We wouldn't miss it," smiled Danielle, "and I'm particularly delighted to hear that you're going to be there," she lied. "Please give my best to Ramona," the conniving diva continued as she strutted out the door toward her car, swaying her hips just a bit more than usual to make sure her trap slammed shut on the pliable Mr. Hess.

"Will do," he called after her waiving, forgetting this time to even recall his wife's name.

Amanda Silver was shocked by what she just witnessed and, after ringing up Mr. Hess' laundry drop-off and sending him on his way, wondered how he, a married man and the father of one of her fellow cheerleaders, Miranda Ross, could be so easily manipulated by the scheming Mrs. Parnell. He couldn't remember his own wife's name, she thought. And the audacity of that Parnell show-off who knows full well that Mr. Hess is married to Rebecca Ross -- they're neighbors for God's sake. The man was helpless but something needed to be done about that woman. But what?

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The red-headed teen was still steaming when she walked into her house after work to find her mother Nicole chatting with two other neighborhood moms, Katherine Wray and Rachel Miras. Amanda's friend Miranda Ross had also just arrived at the Silver house to walk with her to cheer-leading practice.

"That Mrs. Parnell is infuriating," blurted Amanda, "what a show-off . . . and a tease . . . and a bit- . . ter pill to swallow."

Her mother Nicole as well as Mrs. Wray, Mrs. Miras and, to a lesser extent, due mostly to her mom Rebecca's complaints about the way Mrs. Parnell looked at her dad, Miranda Ross, all nodded their heads knowingly and scowled. They were very well aware of the domineering alpha lawyer in their neighborhood -- and each of them had been subjected on more than one occasion to her withering criticism, back-handed compliments, snide retorts, eye rolls, sideways glances and outright mockery. Whether denigrating their kids, their clothes, their weight or their intellect or -- more often than not -- teasing their husbands, sons and fathers to distraction -- the collection of women gathered in the Silvers' lovely parlor room had been roundly humiliated by Mrs. Danielle Parnell.

"Someone needs to do something to put that woman in her place," stormed Amanda.

"You should have heard her . . . bragging loudly on the phone about how hot she was going look at the Gonzaga open house in the dress she was dropping off . . . or referring to me as "the help" and then . . . after I still tried to let her know that stupid Jules is at Gonzaga . . . and that you're the Mothers' Guild President . . . reprimanding me for eavesdropping."

"But that's not the worst part," she continued uninterrupted, "Miranda's dad was in the shop too and when he mentioned his connection to the school Little Ms. Perfect was nothing but a flirty teenager."

Looking at her friend, Amanda went on undeterred, "she called your mom Ramona and stroked your dad's arm so hard that he forgot your mother's name too!!"

"Did you say she’s going to the Gonzaga open house," interrupted Mrs. Silver.

At almost the same time, Mrs. Katherine Wray, who despite the shoddy treatment she always received from Mrs. Parnell -- or maybe because of it -- couldn't get the image of the sexy vixen out her mind, shouted, "did you say she left her new dress at your shop?"

Finally, to add to the chorus of questioners, Miranda Ross angrily queried, "did you say she was flirting with my dad?"

"Yes, yes and yes," answered young Amanda, "she'll be at the open house tomorrow night with her son, she left her dress at the shop to be pressed and . . . without any question . . . she was very heavily flirting with your dad."

As if on cue, Nicole Silver, Katherine Wray and Miranda Ross, simultaneously exclaimed, "I've got an idea."

Having sat silently so far, Rachel Miras at last spoke up, saying "well I certainly hope at least one of them involves turning the tables on little Miss Fancy Pants."

With those words, three separate plans, which would intersect with some much unintended consequences a mere 24 or so hours later, began to hatch.

Mrs. Nicole Yanika Silver was the first to weave her web. The 39 year old stunner was no slouch in the looks department herself. Standing 5'8" tall with flawless alabaster skin, the striking red head had a spectacular pair of calves upon which sat two muscular thighs and an ass that was everything that was best about the bass. Her sturdy but perfectly formed Norwegian bottom was complemented up top by a firm set of six pack abs and a very pert bust line that evoked the size and shape of two large, ripe g****fruits. Her broad shoulders and fit arms were spectacular and, with a face that was a cross between the best of Amy Adams and Emily Blunt, with ice-blue eyes and a sparkling smile, it was difficult to refer to Nicole as anything but beautiful. The problem was -- not unlike Mrs. Parnell -- she knew it.

"We'll see who the real belle of the ball is tomorrow night," began Nicole who not coincidentally was also a lawyer in Washington, D.C. "She may think she's something special but in the halls of Gonzaga High School, it's the President of the Mother's Guild who wields all the power -- namely me. Perhaps I'll have something to say about whether her precious little son gets in. Better yet, I always have one of the prettier prospective new moms sit next to me on stage during the pep rally -- she's usually so thrilled that she jumps on it without even realizing it's my way of keeping her in her place. I'll be sure to invite that self-obsessed Parnell woman to join me tomorrow night so she knows exactly whose boss."

Katherine and Rachel almost laughed out loud at Nicole's own arrogance -- she and Danielle were not so very different. And then, as Mrs. Silver's son Jules, Amanda's twin brother, walked in, Nicole drove that point squarely home.

"Jules sweetie pie, why don't you tell everyone who the prettiest mom at school is dear," Nicole only half-teased her son.

"Mom," the awkward teen said blushing, "cut it out . . . you're embarrassing me."

"Are you ashamed of how beautiful I am," his mother continued, making her undersized son feel even more uncomfortable.

"No mom -- you're the prettiest," Jules offered, as Katherine Wray rolled her eyes, Rachel Miras shook her head in disbelief and Amanda snidely offered up "mama's boy."

Turning three shades of red, the nerdy Jules continued, "although did I hear you all talking about Mrs. Parnell before . . . now she's really pretty."

"Jules," his mother shouted sternly.

"Shut up dork," Amanda piled on. "Who cares what you think any way you little loser. You wouldn't know a hot girl if she fell on you . . . naked!"

As a completely humiliated Jules, infuriated by his "cool kid" sister's rebuke and his mother's constant babying of him, slinked off to his room, Katherine Wray, thinking about how delicious it would be to see any or all of Danielle Parnell, Amanda Silver or Nicole Silver naked, adroitly changed the subject and hatched the afternoon's second gambit.

"Did Mrs. Parnell say when she planned to pick up that new dress of hers," Katherine inquired of Amanda in her dulcet Nashville toned voice.

"Sometime tomorrow -- early afternoon probably," Amanda answered, "she made it clear to whoever she was yammering with on the phone that she'll be wearing it to the open house."

"Plenty of time to make those alterations, I guess" Katherine said with a wry smile on her face initiating her own plan for Mrs. Parnell.

"She's just getting it pressed," responded Amanda before the seed that Mrs. Wray in her brain began to germinate in her mind.

"Or at least that what she thinks," the scheming teen smiled back at Mrs. Wray now knowing exactly how she'd exact a little payback on the arrogant Mrs. Parnell.

"Speaking about dresses," Nicole joined in, "Katherine, would you be a dear and pick mine up today if you're swinging by Neiman Marcus. Little Miss Show-Off isn't the only one who'll be sporting a new outfit tomorrow night."

Exhausted by the arrogance of Nicole Silver, who too often treated Katherine more like a gopher than a friend, and inspired by the thought of performing some alterations of her own on Mrs. Silver's new dress, the lithe Katherine Wray sweetly replied, "of course Nicole -- glad to help. I'm actually heading over there tomorrow morning so I'll swing by with it before the open house and we can drive over together."

Although her own son Jackson was already a freshman at Gonzaga High School, which meant that there was no need for Katherine to be at the open house, as a member of the Mothers' Guild herself, it wouldn't be out of place for her to attend. What's more, the thought of what might transpire was already driving her to distraction.

Finally, Miranda Ross, Amanda's gorgeous blonde eighteen year old friend who also cheered with her at Gonzaga spoke up about her plan.

"I usually roll my eyes when mom goes on about how Mrs. Parnell 'has a thing' for dad," Miranda began, "but given what you saw Amanda I think she may be right. And I just got a group text from my father letting mom and me know that he'll be joining us at the open house tomorrow night. Best I give my mother a heads up and some support. My guess is she'll have a word or two to share with Danielle Parnell."

So, with Nicole's strategy of intimidation, Miranda's planned plea to her mother about confrontation and Katherine Wray's suggestion to Amanda Silver that she engage in some wardrobe modification, the Gonzaga High School prospective student open house was setting up to be quite an experience for the imperious alpha-MILF Danielle Marie Parnell. Add to those machinations Mrs. Wray's plan for Nicole Silver's new outfit and one could imagine quite a scene unfolding the following night -- and unfold it would.

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Having returned home after picking up her new Prada dress from the cleaners -- and after abiding that officious little tart Amanda Silver who seemed unable today to get a self-satisfied smile off of her arrogant teenage face -- Mrs. Danielle Parnell began to prepare for the evening's big event. A letter had arrived from Gonzaga that morning confirming that Will had been accepted to the prestigious high school thereby taking much of the pressure off the evening for her and her young son. Not surprisingly in her mind, Mrs. Parnell had also received a text from Nicole Silver, the mother of that snotty little laundress and President of the Gonzaga Mothers' Guild, asking Danielle to join her on stage at the open house.

"Typical," Danielle thought to herself, "that Silver woman is already looking to raise her profile by being seen with me. Too bad that dime store lawyer doesn't understand that by sitting next to me on stage she'll only become more forgettable rather than more respected."

And then, relishing the prospect of humiliating a woman who thought she was doing Danielle a favor, Mrs. Parnell chuckled to herself, "but who am I to deprive her of the thrill?"

With Will's acceptance in hand and a spot on the stage awaiting her presence, the stunning mother of three now felt even more confident in her latitude to make a significant and lasting impression on the Gonzaga community tonight -- giving the boys and men something to dream about and the women -- particularly the hapless Silver who in Mrs. Parnell's view had foolishly let the wolf into the proverbial hen-house --something to rue. With a devilish smile on her face, and luxuriating amidst the bubbles in her opulent lion-claw-footed tub, the gorgeous lawyer thought back to the words she shared with her sister the prior day about genuinely testing the faith of the school's male clergy -- the pathetic eunuchs. What's more she'd be able to all but ignore the handsome Adam Hess who no doubt was under the misimpression from their prior day's exchange that Mrs. Parnell had even the slightest interest in his company.

Relishing the attention she knew the next few hours would afford her, Danielle Parnell stepped from her bath to begin preparing for the evening's event. Slipping on her short silk robe and kitten heel slippers, the sexy solicitor took a seat at her dressing table to apply her make-up and flat iron her spectacular brown mane. Around her emerald green eyes Danielle applied a tasteful shadow while her most luscious lips she glossed in a pale but stunning pink. Very soft earth tone rouge was applied further to accentuate her already high cheek bones. Smiling at her gorgeous face, the suburban beauty then completed the task of straightening her luxurious head of hair -- a look she knew garnered the maximum amount of male attention. Without any question the imperious Mrs. Parnell looked magnificent.

Thrilled as usual with her stunning visage, Danielle made her way into her cavernous walk-in closet to get dressed. Mindful that Gonzaga's colors were purple and white, and as excited for herself as she was for her son with "their" accomplishment, Mrs. Parnell pulled from inside one of her many glass fronted mahogany drawers a barely-there translucent purple thong. As she slipped the tiny garment up her toned thighs and over her peerless hips, the soft triangle of fabric set off in base relief the perfectly manicured landing strip that sat atop her inviting sex.

Around the back, a tiny twin of the garment's front bisected Danielle's fantastic ass that looked as if it was carved from marble. Stepping into a pair of 4.5" black peep toe Prada heels while letting her tiny robe slip from her shoulders, Mrs. Parnell took in the glory that was her astonishing body. Rising up from the top of her naughty purple panties, Danielle ran her hands over her firm, muscled midsection before cupping each of her two, pert, softball sized breasts with areolas the size of quarters and nipples aroused by the tweaking of her highly moisturized fingers.

"Is this what you went home and imagined yesterday Mr. Hess," she cooed at her reflection, "that you'd get a chance to see this body instead of Ramona plodding around in her sweat pants. Well dream on you loser . . . my son is exactly where he should be and your expiration date has just passed."

Drunk with her own self-absorption, and laughing at how easily she had again gotten just what she wanted at the expense of unworthy losers, the preening narcissist put on the thong's matching lacy purple push-up bra before unzipping the protective garment bag that sheathed her brand new Prada dress. Removing the fashionable black frock from its bag, Danielle ran her fingers over the spectacular fabric and thought to herself how magnificently the Italian outfit was constructed -- so much more sophisticated and well stitched than the polyester outfits and fashion knock-offs other mothers would be debuting later that day.

As she carefully slipped the dress over her now pin straight hair, as if by magic, it took a shape that fit Mrs. Parnell's form like a glove. Up top, with a neckline that plunged just enough to hint at the canyon formed by her ample breasts, it encased her toned midsection beautifully. Its three-quarter sleeves, held fast to her lean, muscled arms due to a hint of spandex in the fabric, made clear her dedication to fitness.

From the waist down, the couture outfit, again due to a touch of spandex in the cloth, profiled Danielle's spectacular ass and legs exquisitely. Although her sexy stems were covered to just above her glorious calves, the tight fit of the dress, from top to bottom, exhibited her incredible body to its best effect -- form-fitting enough to cause the men to drool but not so tight as to appear cheap or tawdry. Turning as she admired the finished product the self-absorbed beauty smiled at her reflection, "lust is one of the seven deadly sins boys," she teased, imagining the pathetic crowd of monks, fathers and sons that would see her tonight, “I hope you're ready for some confessions tomorrow."

Impressed with her own cleverness as always, Will's mom set off to fetch her son and head for the high school. Had she taken one last look at her magnificent visage in the mirror, she may have noticed the smallest, almost imperceptible, seam separation along her shoulder. Alas -- she did not.

Meanwhile, not even a quarter mile from the Parnell household, Nicole Silver was finishing her preparations for the evening. Having spent the better part of her morning working out at the gym and getting her hair, face and nails done at Davidson's most high end salon, Mrs. Silver stood in front of her own mirror admiring the many gifts that God and a relentless passion for exercise had bestowed upon her.

Slipping into a pair of 5", deep purple suede Greta Sue platform pumps by Jimmy Choo and wearing a very naughty white silk micro thong that she had a novelty shop produce with the purple Gonzaga "G" smack in the middle of the translucent front triangle, Nicole found it hard to suppress her desire to quickly pleasure herself. That temptation was made all the stronger by the small capitalized block letters above the "G" that read "Top Mom." Resisting her own carnal desires, the statuesque red head turned on her very high heels and, looking over one very fit shoulder at her spectacular bottom mouthed to her reflection, "you are the top mom baby . . . and don't you ever forget it."

With that exhortation to herself, Mrs. Nicole Silver put on her "Gonzaga purple" and white lace push-up bra and, after giving her melon sized breasts a gentle squeeze, prepared to slip into the deep purple silk cocktail dress that Katherine Wray had picked up for her at Neiman Marcus earlier that day.

"That silly Wray woman," Nicole chuckled to herself, "one shake of this ass I could get her to sew me a dress."

Completely unaware of the prophetic nature of those words, as Nicole stepped into her new Dolce & Gabbana creation, her love for herself and her body reached new heights. The sleeveless top with a deeply plunging neckline showed both her well-honed arms and magnificently large and pert breasts in incredible relief. From below her delectable orbs the dress hugged her firm midsection tightly before becoming a beaded tulle vision that puffed out over her fantastic ass and legs ending a good three inches above her knees. The look was out of this world with the dark hues of purple playing both complement and counterpoint to Nicole's long mane of orange-red hair. The President of the Mothers' Guild was ready. Now all she needed was to collect Amanda and Jules and, along with Katherine Wray, head over to the high school to show Little Miss Parnell who was boss.

While he waited for his mother and sister to get ready, 18 year old Jules Silver replayed in his mind the humiliation that each of them always heaped on the awkward teen. His sister was constantly calling him "dork" or "nerd" and relentlessly teasing him about his lack of luck dating. And his mother, she saw Gonzaga more as a showplace for herself and her clothes than as a school for poor Jules.

It was bad enough when he was an underclassman and Nicole was merely one of many moms who populated the Gonzaga Mothers' Guild, but the situation became almost intolerable his junior year when Nicole was made Vice President. Her preening at the Guild fashion show, put downs of the other moms and incessant flirting with his male teachers and friends' dads completely mortified her son.

He could barely imagine what this year would portend now that she was President. It was only November and her near ubiquitous presence at the school subjected him almost daily to taunts from his senior classmates who felt unencumbered telling him what they'd like to do to his MILF-y mom -- and this was on top of the razzing he took because his sister was always flaunting herself as head cheerleader.

That said, and despite the almost daily helping of multiple indignities served up to him by the women in his family, Jules generally just swallowed hard and soldiered on -- which explains the delight he felt when just a week before Gonzaga's annual autumn open house 16 year old Billy Miras, the school's most notorious prankster, asked Jules whether it was true that the Gonzaga cheerleaders kept their uniforms stored at the Silver household.

Remembering his answer, a resounding "yes," along with his wise choice to give to Billy a spare key to his parents' front door and asking from the young saboteur in return only to "surprise me" with whatever mischief he was planning, helped Jules to relax a bit on the drive with his mother and sister to the high school. For once, although Jules didn't know exactly how, Amanda was going to be on the receiving end. Too bad his mom would be spared -- or would she.

* * *

The Gonzaga gymnasium was a beehive of activity as students, prospective students, parents and faculty made their way in for the big open house. For students it marked the kick-off of the fall sports season and one part of the night was dedicated to a pep-rally complete with the Gonzaga cheerleaders whose annual arrival the boys always looked forward to eagerly.

For prospective students -- some like Will Parnell who already knew they would be joining the following year's freshman class and others who were still waiting to hear -- it marked an inauguration of sorts into a school ritual they would, or at least hoped they would, soon join. For new parents it was a first glimpse into the community of young men of which their sons would soon be a part-- it was a night of pride and hope.

For parents of existing students, those in the Mothers' Guild like Nicole, Katherine and Rachel Miras, and others who otherwise chaperoned and helped out in different ways, it was an opportunity to see their sons becoming the men into which Gonzaga was shaping them.

To host the annual autumn open house the Gonzaga community spared no expense. The large gymnasium which thanks to the generosity of generations of wealthy alumni rivaled many a college arena, was transformed essentially into a concert setting with a large stage set up on one end of the basketball court, an open area in front of that stage where the cheerleaders would perform and then rows of chairs, bisected by a center aisle and extending to the opposite end of the court that would be populated by prospective students and their parents. Current students and their families would view the events from the auditorium style seating that surrounded the basketball court and that normally housed audiences for the team's home games.

It was against this backdrop of pomp and circumstance, accompanied by her young son Will, that Mrs. Danielle Parnell made her grand entrance into the gymnasium. She had timed her arrival in such a way as to ensure that many of the attendees -- meaning most of the men and boys in the gym -- had already taken their seats because in doing so she afforded them what she knew would be a highlight of their evening, the sight of her spectacular body in her very tight, very fashionable, black dress sashaying down the center aisle of the gym towards the stage.

Both her ego and ire had already been stoked when walking through the parking lot on the way into the school the sexy solicitor heard a student shout from the safety and darkness of a passing car, "girl you're walkin' this parking lot like a runway," and then whistle appreciatively. Little savage -- she thought to herself – but she loved it.

Not to be outdone, and waiting at the foot of the steps leading up to the stage, stood Mrs. Nicole Silver looking majestic in her deep "Gonzaga purple" cocktail dress atop her towering 5", purple suede platform pumps. Despite the literally hundreds of people milling about, each of the two alpha-females, while outwardly smiling, was sizing up her rival and each arrogantly thought she had upper hand.

"Why welcome Danielle," oozed Nicole with fake sincerity.

"And this must be little Will," the imperious redhead continued, patting the young boy on the head like a dog.

"I guess congratulations are in order," Nicole droned on looking only at Will but very much intending her next words for the boy's haughty mother, "I heard from Mrs. Ross that her husband personally had a hand in getting you in."

"I'm sure you're mistaken," snapped Danielle adamantly, "Will's acceptance was a function of his qualifications and hard work not of some charity bestowed by Ramona's husband."

"Oh I'm sure you're right Mrs. Parnell," Nicole Silver falsely apologized, "and I'm equally sure you know her name is Rebecca."

Smiling insincerely at Danielle, Nicole reveled in having landed a punch squarely to the jaw of her adversary -- in her mind it was game over.

"Of course -- Rebecca," Danielle responded knowing it was only a matter of time before she turned the tables on red headed Amazon in front of her, "with all the names I need to remember running the city's largest law firm you'd think I'd get that straight."

"I'm sorry Nicole," smiled Danielle knowing full well both the answer to the question she was about to ask as well as how asking it would crush the ego of Mrs. Silver, "but what is it again that you do?"

Nicole was furious, the little tease knew that she was a lawyer too but, because she hadn't quite found the same level of relative success as Mrs. Parnell, the latter woman never missed an opportunity to demean her.

"I'm a lawyer Danielle -- just like you," responded Nicole but her words betrayed her weakening confidence.

"Oh that's right -- you're a lawyer," Danielle feigned forgetfulness and then, with a condescending smile finished off the bigger woman, "but not really like me."

With that exchange complete, and after shooting a withering glance -- that without words screamed "back off you little pervert" -- at Jules Silver, the preening Mrs. Parnell with Will in tow, followed Nicole Silver and her son onto the stage to take their seats. As the lovely emerald eyed lawyer ascended the steps she noticed the slightest of gaps in the side seam of Nicole Silver's "ghastly" purple cocktail dress and snidely thought to herself -- typical -- cheap rag.

Arriving on stage, the President of the Mothers' Guild, her gorgeous guest and their two sons made their way to their assigned seats. The four of them, Nicole, Jules, Danielle and Will, in that order, were seated in the front row of chairs on the left side of the stage. Immediately behind them sat Katherine Wray and Rachel Miras, the Mothers' Guild's Vice President and Secretary, along with a host of the school's trustees including Adam Hess who had not yet arrived. In the center of the stage stood the podium from where the school's head master would act as a veritable master of ceremonies. On the other side of the stage, also in a few rows of four chairs each, sat a mixture of the school's faculty and administrators, including English Literature teacher Rebecca Ross -- Mrs. Adam Hess.

Before taking her seat, Danielle felt a hand touch her elbow and, quickly turning around, she found herself face-to-face with the admittedly handsome Adam Hess. Mr. Hess, with a broad smile on his manly face, and encouraged by his exchange with the sexy solicitor only twenty four hours prior, moved his hand to Mrs. Parnell's shoulder and with absolute sincerity loudly said, "well it looks like my calls may have done some good, I understand Will was accepted today."

Noticing the self-satisfied grin on Nicole Silver's face that conveyed the message "your son would have never gotten in on his own," Danielle immediately went on the offensive.

"I can't imagine what you're talking about Mr. Hess," she said sternly, "my son's acceptance had clearly been sent by the school well before our brief exchange yesterday."

Raising her voice even more so as to emasculate the man whose genuine kindness she not surprisingly mistook for a come on, Danielle continued, "and I'd appreciate it if you'd take your hands off me sir. By God isn't your wife Ramona standing right there."

Having heard the commotion herself, Rebecca Ross turned just in time to see the imperious Danielle Parnell pointing her way while pushing Rebecca's husband's hand off her well exercised shoulder -- and she was livid. That little Parnell show-off took endless pleasure in a cycle of teasing and tormenting Rebecca's husband while in so doing making Mrs. Ross constantly play the fool. Something needed to be done to take her down a peg or two -- Rebecca just wished she knew what that was.

Unaware of the mini-drama playing out on stage, Billy Miras was reviewing in his mind that agenda of mischief that would culminate in the biggest and most elaborate prank of his storied high school career. Altered the head cheerleader's uniform . . . check . . . high gloss coat of wax on the basketball court floor . . . check . . . fog machine under the stage . . . check . . . accomplices at the lighting and sound board . . . check, check . . . coat of transparent quick-drying rubber cement on the first row of faculty chairs on stage . . .

And then it struck him. Looking up at the stage from his seat in the first row of the audience Billy Miras recognized instantly his mistake. Although he had stolen the seating plan from the headmaster's office without incident, he clearly misread it for “prank planning” purposes. What he thought had been stage left was actually stage right. Instead of coating the seats of the headmaster and three faculty members for the purpose of pinning them in place he had painted the quick drying cement on the chairs of -- glancing down at the plan -- the "Mothers' Guild President" . . . Mrs. N. Silver, her "guest" . . . Mrs. D. Parnell and each one of their sons.

"Oh crap . . . Jules . . . and his mom," Billy thought to himself but just then the school band began to play the National Anthem and the program commenced. The headmaster's welcome was followed by some faculty introductions, an inspired speech by the head football coach, a roll call of this year's varsity team and a brief history of the school. Thereafter, and immediately before the scheduled performance of the Gonzaga cheer-leading squad, the school's headmaster began to introduce the President of the Gonzaga High School Mothers' Guild.

"Prospective parents and students," he began, "those of us who have been here for a while, including all of our current boys and their parents, know that none of what we do would be possible without the dogged assistance and inspired guidance of so many dedicated moms. To represent them today, I introduce to you the President of the Mothers' Guild, and the mom of one of our proud seniors, Mrs. Nicole Yanika Silver."

Having been sitting on the glue treated chair for only a few minutes, Nicole Silver was for the most part spared the entirety of its effect -- although only for the most part. While she was able to successfully get out of the chair and make her way to the podium, the careful eye of Katherine Wray, who was seated immediately behind Mrs. Silver, spied the faintest hint of stick between Mrs. Silver's fashionable purple dress and the seat of her chair. What's more -- and although the dress did not hold fast to the still drying glue -- Mrs. Wray saw that her "alterations" were beginning to take hold as the rear seam at the waist of Nicole's fancy frock had begun to separate revealing just a hint of her pink flesh beneath. Needless to say, Katherine was excited for what lied ahead.

After strutting to the podium as if to say to the other mothers present -- particularly Danielle Parnell -- that she, Nicole, was the alpha-female in this otherwise male dominated institution, the stunning red-haired Mrs. Silver imparted on all women in attendance the importance of supporting their sons and brothers through the boys' journey into manhood that was the Gonzaga experience.

"Remember ladies," Nicole Silver practically lectured the gathered mothers and daughters, "we should do anything we can as women to encourage and foster our sons' development here at school to help them become the successful men we all know they will be."

As mothers rolled their eyes at the snobby Mrs. Silver's condescension and as the attendant fathers, students and prospective students feasted their own eyes on the lusty the vision before them, Nicole finished her entreaty on female support by introducing the Gonzaga cheerleaders led "by my gorgeous daughter, and Julian's sister, Amanda."

And with that introduction, the lights of the gymnasium lowered, the loudspeakers began to play Britney Spears' "Circus" and the Gonzaga high school cheerleaders -- led out by the gorgeous Amanda Silver and otherwise consisting of ten incredibly hot 18 year old girls who as the sisters, cousins and girlfriends of Gonzaga students made up the sexy squad -- began a choreographed dance routine that made man and boy alike "stand" and take notice. Fittingly, Circus was an apt musical selection for what next began to transpire, for a mere thirty seconds into the song, Billy Miras' plan, along with Amanda Silver's uniform, began to unfold.

As the young, fit Amanda, dancing a solo in front of the squad, mouthed along to the music, "I'm like a ring leader, I call the shots . . . I'm like a firecracker I make it hot . . . when I put on show," while thrusting her perfect ass rearward and her pert breasts forward, her words suddenly became more prophetic than she ever would have desired. Per Billy's plan, and to the joy of Jules and every other man in attendance, her very small, very tight, "Gonzaga purple" shorts, that had been shrunken a size and the seams of which had been weakened thanks to the access provided to Billly Miras by her brother, shot from her body like a rubber band into the first row of students revealing her fantastic thong covered bottom for all to see. Before the stunned teen could even react, her equally snug, equally altered top followed suit, revealing her lemon sized, and firm braless boobs.

"Oh my God, my uniform," screamed a shocked Amanda while trying to shield both top and bottom with flailing hands as boys and dads alike put their camera phones to work and mothers gasped -- except for Danielle who sneered and took pleasure in the embarrassment of the sales clerk who she thought had not paid her enough respect. With the Gonzaga boys going wild with cheers and laughter, and Amanda seeking a route away from her humiliation, the fog machines under the stage kicked into high gear adding to the mayhem.

Just then, the school headmaster's booming voice was heard over the loudspeaker angrily bellowing, "turn the lights up now."

But, per his plan, Billy Miras had stationed student "accomplices" in the A/V room and instead of the house lights coming up, two spot lights blazed through the darkened auditorium to highlight first the still struggling Amanda, who due to the high gloss coat of wax that the pranksters had applied to the court's wooden surface had in her attempt to flee fallen flat on her thong encased bottom and second, due again to a misreading of the seating chart, the seats that still held Nicole and Julian Silver and Danielle and Will Parnell. It was with them that the prank -- completely unintentionally -- would continue.

Mrs. Nicole Silver was incensed. Although dumbstruck at first by the sudden indignity suffered by her daughter, and neither noticing nor caring about the spotlight focused on her or the "fog" rolling over the stage, the statuesque beauty who was the President of the Gonzaga Mothers' Guild began to rise forcefully from her chair and headed for the podium in an attempt to restore Amanda's dignity and bring order to this chaos.

What the imperious Mrs. Silver could not have realized, but what was all too apparent to a nearly salivating Katherine Wray sitting immediately behind her, was that the quick drying glue Madame President had narrowly escaped before now held fast to her fashionable purple dress. That fact, coupled with Katherine's earlier alterations and her opportunity in the impending mayhem to lean heavily on the back of Nicole's chair as the determined mother strode off to her daughter's aid was the predicate for a most delicious scene.

Despite the music, the laughter, the shock and the confusion, the piercing scream that accompanied the loud RIIIIIIIPPPPP that separated Mrs. Nicole Silver from her now tattered purple frock ensured that she instantly became the center of attention. After a moment of shocked silence, the gathered crowd went wild -- from the surprise and delight of the high school boys, including some of Julian's pals who had been scolded on more than once occasion by the imperious Mothers' Guild President, to the satisfaction of their mothers who had suffered her scorn and arrogance, to the lust of the gathered fathers who had long wondered what the sexy Mrs. Silver might look like unclad.

The sight of Nicole Silver standing in only her 5" purple platform heels, her white micro thong emblazoned with the purple Gonzaga "G" and the words "Top Mom" and her white and purple push-up bra that barely contained her monstrous breasts disappointed no one.

"I guess you weren't kidding about doing everything you can as a woman," yelled one mother through the darkness.

"You can be the "top mom" on me anytime," bellowed one of the senior football players knowing that the now rising "fog" would protect his anonymity.

Nicole's mind was reeling at the dual humiliation suffered first by her daughter -- who thankfully had escaped to the ladies loo in all the commotion -- and now by herself. Where were her clothes -- her beautiful dress? What happened to Amanda -- her daughter had been nearly nude? Oh my god, these panties!! I'll never be able to show my face here again. And then -- why is Jules laughing at me . . . and leering. Oh no, what's that bulge in his khakis??

In the meantime, Danielle Parnell was furious. It was one thing to suffer the cat calls of some faceless high school pervert whistling at her in the parking lot -- while inappropriate she also knew that it only confirmed how desirable she was to men. It was quite another however to think that Will should spend any more time -- forget four years -- in a school that could charitably be described as a den of iniquity. That point became clearer still when, turning to her son to escort him off the stage she saw his adolescent gaze -- a mix of wanton lust and eye bulging goofiness -- fixed on Nicole Silver's nearly naked form.

"You get that look off your face right now young man and stop staring at that . . . that . . . woman," she scolded her son.

While she was in part delighted at the humiliation being suffered by the idiotic Silver woman she also didn't need her "little boy" becoming a lecherous pervert. Of course, looking again at Will it was as if the boy didn't even hear her.

"William Parnell," she shouted, "get yourself out of that chair -- we're leaving here this instant."

But as the sexy Mrs. Parnell attempted to stand she realized that somehow she was stuck -- her brand new high fashion dress seemed to be affixed completely to the seat of the folding chair upon which she sat. What's more, it appeared that the seams along each side of her tight pencil skirt had begun to separate. Still one row behind Danielle, and hoping that the now humiliated Amanda Silver had taken her hint to alter Mrs. Parnell's dress, Katherine Wray sprang into action. Leaning forward onto the worried mother’s chair -- as if genuinely concerned with Danielle's predicament -- Mrs. Wray enlisted Will's unwitting help to carry out her plan.

"Will," Katherine implored, "don't just sit there -- be a gentleman and help your mom out of her chair."

Shaken by Katherine’s entreaty from the trance brought on by the disrobing of the now virtually catatonic and very much still on display Nicole Silver, Will attempted to jump to his feet only to realize that he had a folding chair attached to the back of his pants. Without any counterweight, it came up with him forcing him to stand bent over at the waist.

"Mom, the chair is stuck," gasped the confused teen.

"Don't you worry about that," Katherine chimed in," just help your mother up first and then we'll get it off you."

Listening to his mom's concerned friend, young Will Parnell grabbed his mother's wrist and forearm and, despite Mrs. Parnell's protests -- made because after recalling her separating seams, the uber-MILF suddenly now understood the potential consequences of her son's valiant assistance -- pulled with all his might to help Danielle to her feet.

For the second time in as many minutes, the sound that was music to men's ears, the tearing of a woman's clothing, echoed across the Gonzaga High gym. There on stage, in only her 4.5" Prada heels, her translucent purple lace micro thong that profiled her sexy landing strip for all to see and her matching lacy purple push-up bra, stood the true bane of many a woman and fantasy of many a man and boy in the audience -- Danielle Marie Parnell. Whereas only a second before she had been disgusted at the inappropriate nature of the bacchanalian festival that the assembly had become she was now its most definite epicenter.

Before the disgraced diva even had time to think, her son Will -- tottering at the edge of the stage still entrapped by a folding chair -- reached out desperately toward Danielle to steady himself but managed with his flailing grasp only to snag his mother's bra which, as he spun on his heel before nearly toppling into the audience, came tearing off Danielle's delicious body. With no thought for herself, and with her glorious tits topped by diamond hard nipples on full display, Mrs. Parnell grabbed onto the back of the folding chair that had ensnared her little Will but in tugging strongly managed only to separate the boy from his khakis as he fell face first from the stage landing on top of the Gonzaga eagle mascot in only his blazer, shirt, tie, shoes and Spider Man Under-Roos.

As her pant-less son Will passed out -- his last vision being the daffy look on his topless mother's usually smug face -- he meekly squeaked, "mommy, you ripped my pants off . . . and I can see your boobies." Meanwhile the nearly naked Mrs. Parnell's rearward momentum caused her firm body to fall fantastic ass first squarely into the lap of a startled but smiling Adam Hess.

“Oh my,” gasped a startled Danielle as the perfect cleft between her now exposed ass cheeks was bisected by the raging manhood of Adam Hess as it pressed mightily against his slacks.

“Mr. Hess . . . I mean Adam . . . I mean . . . please cover me . . . I’m so humiliated,” pleaded the completely undone Mrs. Parnell.

“Not so fast you little tease,” came the booming voice of Rebecca Ross as she stormed across the stage to separate the near nude sexpot from her husband, “it’s time you learned some manners and some respect.”

As a terrified Danielle attempted to flee both Mr. Hess’s lap and his wife’s enraged approach, the back of her flimsy purple thong caught on the sharp edge of the former’s belt buckle and, within one high heeled stride, was stripped clear of its former perch on Mrs. Parnell’s perfectly sculpted bottom. What’s more her near escape from Rebecca Ross’ clutches was foiled completely when the sexy emerald eyed mom – now completely naked save for her very high Prada heels – ran headlong into a still shocked – and still very exposed --Nicole Silver. As the audience continued to howl at the collective comeuppance of the two completely deserving prima donnas, the ladies’ collision signaled the start of the comedy’s final chapter.

On the one hand, the force of the crash knocked Danielle back into the all too eager hands of Rebecca Ross who after securely grabbing the wrist of the once confident mother of three proceeded quickly to pull the sexy diva over her knee for a humiliatingly public comeuppance. Meanwhile, finally uprooted from center stage by the force of Mrs. Parnell’s errant escape, Nicole Silver was teetering aimlessly on her own towering heels until her less than graceful stutter step caused her to fall headlong across the lap of her son Julian who in all of the commotion remained still seated in his original spot on stage.

For the already howling audience, the site of these two delectable women, each a tremendous tease, with one splayed across the lap of a very angry Rebecca Ross and the other over the knees of her own son, only added to the Vaudevillian bedlam. The cohort of high school boys, who made up the majority of the crowd, was going wild. More than once they had been subjected to Nicole Silver’s arrogance and scolding and those who were friends with Will Parnell, particularly Callum Duncan and his friend Hank, had been put down by the imperious Mrs. Parnell too often to count. The women in the crowd were in stitches. Rachel Miras had been subjected to Danielle’s taunts for as long as she could remember and this display made that all worthwhile.

As between the prospective on-stage spankers, young Julian Silver was the first to act. Years of being ridiculed, babied, embarrassed and – too often – spanked by his mother welled up inside the boy and despite the maternal bond between them he began to paddle Nicole’s firm behind with his bare hand.

“Jules, what are you doing,” yelped Nicole, “this isn’t right . . . I’m your mother.”

“And this is to make sure you remember that,” raged her son, as his spanks rained down harder, “remember that you’re my mother and not some 20 year old school . . . mascot.”

“But Jules,” Nicole protested, her mind becoming delirious with humiliation, “I just want to look pretty for all the boys . . . to be the prettiest mom at school . . . to be top mom . . . like it says on my panties.”

As Jules reached down to tear those very panties off his now passed out mother, Rebecca Ross was making quick work of the firm bottom of Mrs. Danielle Parnell whose own mid was reeling with confusion. What just happened? Where is my beautiful Prada dress – and my sexy underwear? I’m naked!! Why are all these nobodies – these pathetic soccer moms -- laughing at me . . . and pointing? Don’t their husbands and sons want me anymore? Oh my God Will . . . did I tear his pants off . . . did he see mommy’s boobies? But as her thoughts became increasingly incoherent her voice rang out clearly.

“Please . . . Rebecca . . . please stop,” cried out the mortified MILF.

“Oh – so now you know my name do you,” responded Mrs. Adam Hess.

“Of course Rebecca . . . I mean Miss Ross . . . I mean Mrs. Hess . . . I was only teasing before.”

“And that’s your problem Missy,” Rebecca stormed while continuing to tan Danielle’s reddening hide, “you’re always teasing. Shaking that little ass of yours at my husband, flirting with him to get what you want and then humiliating him in – and me – in front of everyone. Well that ends here – do you understand me!”

“But . . . but every man wants me . . . don’t they . . . don’t you Adam . . . and Callum . . . and Jules . . . I work the parking lot like a runway . . . don’t I boys,” mumbled the disgraced Danielle as her confidence disappeared and her mind went all but blank.

“I said,” screamed Rebecca, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!”

And as the wild crowd cheered crazily, the once proud Danielle Marie Parnell began to come finally undone.

“Yes, ma’am,” she squeaked, “I understand. It ends here. I’m a bad, bad girl . . . a naughty tease. But I won’t be a bad girl anymore, I promise.”

“And you and your son will have nothing to do with this school ever again will you,” pressed Rebecca.

“No ma’am, never again, we don’t belong here,” Danielle conceded before she too passed out amid the deafening cheers of the assembled crowd.

* * *

As the Jesuit monks who administered the school quickly covered the two naked women on stage, Katherine Wray, unseen as she slipped one hand from beneath her dress and the other from the unzipped pants of a now depleted Adam Hess, thought wickedly to herself, “sometimes a plan just comes together perfectly.”