CHAPTER 2

Free-use Highschool Hero: The Adventures of Max (Chapter 2)

In the wild aftermath of his mother's reluctant submission, his blowjob at the checkout counter of his local grocery store with a real life "Karen" and the shocking classroom display with his English teacher, Mrs. Perkins, 18-year-old Max Shelton was riding high. As the rare recipient of an unlimited free use sex pass for his bravery in preventing a school shooting, Max found himself contemplating the unexpected power he now wielded. The free-use pass had transformed him from an ordinary high school senior into a sexual demigod, granting him unparalleled access to the bodies of any adult woman. Yet, as he made his way to the deserted football field, the weight of his actions bore down on him, a heady mix of excitement and dread.

Under the shadow of the bleachers, Max's best friend Jake eagerly awaited his arrival. The stench of stale sweat and dust mingled with the faint scent of marijuana as Jake cracked open the first beer, a knowing smile playing on his lips. 

"So, who'd you tap?" Jake asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Max took a swig, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Jake leaned in, his breath warm against Max's ear. "Try me."

Max smirked, the memory of Mrs. Perkins's mouth on him still fresh. "Okay, so there was Mrs. Perkins..."

Jake's jaw dropped. "No way!"

"Yeah, and it's not just teachers," Max said, his voice dropping. "It's any woman I want."

Jake's eyes grew wide. "Your mom?"

Max nodded, feeling a strange mix of pride and guilt. "Yeah, twice."

Jake slapped his hand against his forehead. "Dude, you hit the jackpot. Twice?"

"It's... it's complicated," Max said, looking away.

"You're living the dream," Jake said with a sigh. "But I gotta admit, I'm a little jealous."

Max took another swig, the buzz from the alcohol mixing with his nerves. 

"I know, I know," Jake said, his grin wide. "But you gotta admit, fucking Mrs. Perkins was pretty epic."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the sound of their beer cans opening and closing the only sound in the quiet space.

"You should go for Chad's mom," Jake said, breaking the silence. "That'd show him who's boss."

Max frowned. Chad was his arch-nemesis, the school's star quarterback and all-around asshole. "I don't know, man. That's pretty low."

"But think about it," Jake said, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "You could just show up at his house during dinner and fuck her right there. Imagine the look on his face."

Max felt a thrill run through him, the idea both repulsive and exhilarating. He didn't like Chad, but this seemed extreme, even for him.

"I don't know," Max said, his voice hesitant. "That’s pretty extreme."

"But think about it," Jake pressed. "It'd be the ultimate power move. And let's face it, Chad's a dick. He deserves it."

Max nodded, his thoughts swirling. He didn't know if he had it in him to do something so cruel, but the temptation was strong.

"I'll think about it," Max said, taking another swig of his beer.

They talked about other things, but Max couldn't shake the image from his mind. The thought of Chad's mother, her blonde hair and perfect smile, begging for him while her family watched in horror.

As he walked home, the idea grew more tempting. He'd show Chad that he couldn't push people around anymore. He'd show everyone that he was the real hero here.

On impulse, Max turned down Chad's street, his heart racing. The house was lit up, the smell of BBQ wafting through the air. He could see Chad's mom, Kim, through the kitchen window, her toned body moving gracefully as she tended to the grill.

Pushing open the unlocked gate, Max approached the house, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling out from the open windows. He took a deep breath and stepped inside to find the Turner family in the middle of dinner.

Chad's head snapped up from his plate, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Max. Kim, the picture of elegance, paused mid-sentence, her hand hovering over her wineglass. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chad demanded, his voice laced with hostility.

"I know we're not exactly friends," Max began, trying to keep his cool. "But I couldn't help but drop by." He pulled out his free-use pass, holding it up for everyone to see. "It's nothing personal, really. I just need to... borrow your mom for a bit."

The room went still, the only sound was the sizzling of meat on the BBQ grill outside. Kim's hand clenched into a fist on the table. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice shaking with anger.

"I mean," Max said, his voice steady. "That I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now."

The color drained from Kim's face, and Bill, Chad's burly father, shot to his feet. "What did you just say to my wife?" he roared, his fists clenched.

Max held up the pass again. "Federal law. free-use pass. I can do whatever I want with Chad's mom, and you can't do anything to stop me."

Daisy, Chad's older sister, looked like she might be sick. She'd always been sweet to Max, but now she was terrified of what her brother's cruelty had led to.

"Why?" Kim whispered, her voice shaking. "Why would you do this?"

Max took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're beautiful, Kim," he said sincerely. "And I've always wondered what it would be like. Plus, a little bit of karma for all the times Chad's bullied me."

The kitchen table was set for four, with Kim at the head, Bill at the opposite end, Chad on her right, and Daisy on her left. Kim's blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her flushed cheeks. She was wearing a simple white sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline dipped low, revealing a hint of cleavage that made Max's heart race. Her eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now filled with a mix of fear and anger.

Chad sneered, pushing his chair back. "You're a fucking liar, Max," he spat. "I don't bully you. You're just a sad little pussy who can't handle a real man."

"That's enough, Chad," Kim said, her voice firm. She turned to her son, her eyes searching his. "Is it true? Have you been treating Max like this?"

Chad rolled his eyes. "Mom, he's just trying to play the victim."

"Look at him," Kim said, her voice trembling. "Look what you've driven him to. If you've been bullying him, I want to know."

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with accusations and unspoken secrets. Kim's grip on the edge of the table was so tight her knuckles were white.

"I've had enough of this," Bill said, his voice low and dangerous. "Get out of my house, Max. Now."

Max didn't move. "You don't understand," he said. "This is what your son has done to me."

Kim looked back and forth between her husband and her son, her eyes searching for the truth. "Chad," she said again. "Tell me. Have you been bullying Max?"

For a moment, it seemed like Chad might crack. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. Then, with a sneer, he stood up. "Fine," he said. "If he's going to be a little bitch, I'll show him what happens to little bitches."

He took a step toward Max, but Kim was faster. She grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "You will sit down," she said through gritted teeth. "We will talk about this like civilized people."

The room held its breath as Kim's gaze bore into her son's. The whole house was leaning in to hear Chad's response.

"Mom," Chad said, his voice strained. "You can't be serious."

"I am," Kim said. "Now sit down, and tell me the truth."

With a huff, Chad slammed back into his chair. "Okay, okay," he said. "I've messed with him a bit. But he's just a sad, pathetic nerd."

Kim's eyes filled with disappointment. "Chad," she said, her voice shaking. "That's not acceptable. You're better than this."

Daisy looked at Max, her eyes soft with sympathy. "I'm so sorry," she mouthed. Max nodded, feeling a strange mix of anger and pity for her.

"Mom, come on," Chad said, his voice pleading. "It's just a joke."

"This is not a joke," Kim said firmly.

Her voice was now steady as she gained her composure from the tremor that had gripped her moments ago. "You're right, Max," she continued. "You are a hero. And if this is what it takes for you to feel vindicated, then I'll do it." She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling beneath her sundress. "But I want you to understand something. This isn't just about you. This is about the kind of man my son is turning into."

Max felt a jolt run through his cock.

Her gaze never left Chad's. "Now sit down, and behave," she said, her tone brooking no argument.

Chad looked like he'd been slapped. "Mom," he whined.

"Don't 'Mom' me," Kim snapped. "You've brought this on yourself."

With a dramatic sigh, Chad slumped back into his chair, his eyes never leaving Max. Kim turned to her husband.

"Bill, I need you to calm down."

Bill's fists tightened, his face red with rage. "What the hell are you saying? You're really going through with this?"

"Please," Kim said, her voice soft but firm. "For all our sake, let's do this with some dignity."

Bill's eyes narrowed, he stomped his fist on the table. Kim took a seat beside Max, her heart pounding. She could feel the heat of his thigh against hers, and she had to force herself not to shiver.

"Okay," she said, her voice low. "You've got the pass. What do you want?"

Max's eyes twinkled with mischief. "How about we keep it casual?" He suggested. "Fuck right here, at the table, while you all keep having dinner."

Kim's pulse raced, but she nodded, understanding the power play. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But please, Max, leave Daisy out of it. She's innocent."

Max leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Kim's. "No problem," he said. "Daisy can watch, but she won't participate."

The room was a tableau of shock and disbelief as Kim stood up and slowly straddled Max, her white dress riding up to expose her smooth, tanned thighs. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Are you sure about this?"

"Fuck yes Mrs. Turner," Max murmured back, his hand sliding up her thigh. Kim took a deep breath and leaned back, her eyes flickering over to her stunned family. "So, how was everyone's day?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

The conversation stumbled, nobody quite sure how to respond. Chad's face was a mask of rage, while Daisy's was pure horror. Bill just stared, his dinner forgotten. Kim felt a strange thrill at the control she had over the situation. She was going to give Max what he wanted, but she was going to preserve whatever pride she could..

With a flick of her hand, Kim's dress fell open, revealing her lacy panties. She didn't bother removing the dress, just pushed the fabric aside. Max's hand found the warm, wet spot between her legs, his thumb circling her clit while he kissed her neck. Kim gasped, her nails digging into his shoulder.

The scent of BBQ mingled with the musky scent of sex, a bizarre cocktail that only heightened the tension. Kim's eyes remained locked with her husband's, a silent challenge in her gaze. "How was work, Bill?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Bill's jaw tightened, but he didn't look away. "It was fine," he said gruffly. "But it seems like we have more pressing matters to discuss."

Ignoring the tension, Kim leaned in closer to Max, her breasts pressing against him. He unbuttoned her dress and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up. Kim's breath hitched as Max's mouth found her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She threw her head back, gasping with pleasure.

"And you, Chad?" Kim asked, her voice strained. "How was school?"

"Fuck you," Chad spat.

Kim's hand connected with Chad's cheek in a sharp slap. "You will not speak to me like that," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Not now. Not ever again."

Her hand stung, but Kim felt a strange sense of satisfaction as Chad's eyes widened with shock. Max's hand slid into her cunt, his fingers delving deep. Kim bit her lip to keep from crying out.

With a smooth motion, Max stood, lifting Kim with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she could feel his erection pressing against her.

"You really want to fuck me, Max?" Kim asked, her voice low and seductive. "Right here on the family dinner table?"

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through him. Gently, he laid her down on the wooden surface, her legs still wrapped around him, everyone seated in rapt shock, the plates of food forgotten. Kim looked into his eyes, a mix of fear and excitement.

"You're going to regret this," Chad hissed, his fists clenched at his sides.

Max ignored him, focusing solely on Kim. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Having me inside you?"

"It feels...amazing," Kim whispered, her eyes closing as Max began to move.

"Look at me," Max said, his voice commanding. Kim's eyes snapped open, and he leaned in, his cock sliding in and out of her. "Look at your son's face while I fuck you."

Her eyes flickered over to Chad, his face a mix of rage and despair. "Your mom's pussy is so tight, Chad," Max said, his voice taunting. "I bet you didn't know she could take it like this."

Kim gritted her teeth, hating the pleasure that spiked through her at his words. "Tell him," Max demanded, his eyes boring into hers. "Tell him how good it feels."

Her voice was shaky as she said, "It feels...so big, Chad. So much bigger than anything your father could ever give me."

Chad's face turned purple with rage. "This isn't right," he said through gritted teeth. "You can't do this."

Kim leaned in closer to Max, her breasts pressing into his chest. "You're right," she murmured. "It's not right. But it's happening. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Max's pace increased, his strokes becoming more urgent. Kim's nails dug into his back as she neared climax. "Tell him," Max panted. "Tell him you're going to let me cum inside you."

"I...I am," Kim managed to say, her voice tight with arousal. "I'm going to let Max cum in me."

The room was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of skin on skin, Kim's gasps of pleasure, Chad's furious curses. And through it all, Max's deep, steady voice, taunting Chad, claiming Kim.

With a final, powerful thrust, Max reached his peak. Kim's eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his cum fill her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, the sensation overwhelming.

"Look at me, Chad," Max said, his voice smug. "Look at your mom's face while I fill her with your future sibling."

The room went silent as Kim felt the final pulses of Max's release inside her. Then, she pushed Max away, sliding off the table and straightening her dress. "You've made your point," she said, her voice shaking. "Now get out."

Max looked at her for a moment, his eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Then, with a nod, he turned and left the room, his free-use pass still in hand. Kim watched him go, her heart racing. What had she just done?

As the door closed behind Max, Kim turned to her stunned family. "I know this was wrong," she said, her voice trembling. "But maybe now, Chad will think twice before he bullies someone again…now, who's for dessert?" she asked, her voice brittle.

On his walk home, Max contemplates what a crazy day he's had.

The front door creaks open as Max wonders in. "Hey, Mom, I'm home!"

Brenda peeks around the corner, a warm smile on her face as she wipes her hands on her apron. "Welcome home, sweetheart," she says, setting down a plate of roast beef and potatoes.

Max's mother is a vision in a simple floral dress that hugs her voluptuous figure. Her brown hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that has seen its fair share of hard days but maintains an undeniable beauty.

Brenda's curves are a testament to her love for cooking and baking, which she uses as a way to show her affection. Her breasts are large and round, pressing against the fabric that tries in vain to contain them. The dress ends just above her knees, showcasing her shapely legs. Despite the apron, her hips sway with a confidence that suggests she knows she's still got it. Her feet are adorned with sensible flats, ready for whatever chaos the day might bring.

The way the light from the pendant lamp above the kitchen table dances across her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and the slight wrinkles around her eyes, makes her look both youthful and wise. Max can't help but feel a swell of affection and a hint of confusion about the situation he's found himself in.

The room seems to shrink as he looks at her, the pass burning a hole in his pocket. The question of whether he should use it on her hangs in the air like a storm cloud, dark and looming. She's his mother, but she's also a woman, and the program has blurred lines that were never meant to be crossed. He tries to push the thoughts aside and focus on the meal in front of him, but the temptation is too great.

"Mom," he says, his voice cracking slightly. "Can we talk?"

Her smile falters for a brief moment before she nods, setting down the serving spoon. "Yes but please be careful, especially if it's about, you know. You're father will be downstairs for dinner in a minute"

Max swallows hard, the weight of the decision pressing...