Stepmom's Public Humiliation

[mikewozere]

I published this story on another site a little while back.
Hopefully members here will enjoy it too...
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Paul had not had a good week at school. He'd always been thought of as a bit of an odd loner, but then he'd been caught standing on a box trying (unsuccessfully as it turned out) to peer thorough a window into the girls' changing room. Fran Daniels and Helen Cook had spotted him, and ran inside to tell the girls they were being spied on.

Paul's life had been made hell since then, culminating in being challenged to a fight by Kyle Haslet, the boyfriend of Anna Cartwright, one of the girls in the changing room. Kyle was another 14-year-old boy from Paul's year, and was well known to the teachers as a troublemaker. Earlier that year, he'd been suspended for a month following an incident of vandalism.

Paul had considered not turning up, but decided to get it over with, and maybe he'd earn respect for doing so anyway. The fight was to take place in the local skateboard park that Friday after school, and quite a few pupils were looking forward to watching it. But one of the moms heard about the fight, and told Kyle's mom, Dawn, who went along to the skateboard park herself, along with her friend Heather, to stop her son getting into further trouble.

It was just after 4pm that Sarah received a call at work.

"That Sarah?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Dawn Haslet. Got your number off Sue,"

"Ok, what can I do for you?" Sarah knew who she was, and knew she couldn't stand her. She also knew that her son had been bullying Paul for ages.

"Think you'd better get down to the skateboard park, your Paul is about to get his ass kicked!"

"Wh.. what?" Sarah replied. She was about to ask for more information, but Dawn had hung up. Sarah was an office manager, and told her boss a family emergency had came up, and immediately drove to the skateboard park. She considered calling Mike, her husband of five months, but thought she'd sort it out herself - she'd not really connected with Paul, Mike's only child, and thought this might be a way of addressing that.

Mike was six years older than his new 28-year-old, sexy wife. Paul liked Sarah well enough, but did feel she was trying to take the place of his real mom, who had walked out on them about a year earlier. He thought she was hot, though, and had once spied her in her underwear while she was changing; although a swimming costume would have been more revealing, he could see her knickers through her tights, and had masturbated to its memory several times since.

It was only a ten minute drive, and after parking her car, Sarah quickly made her way to the skateboard section of the park.
The park had a bad reputation, and most adults avoided it, but there she found Dawn and Heather, as well as Paul, looking coy, standing apart from over a dozen other school children; boys and girls. He joined his stepmom as she approached the two other women, and she gave him a brief hug.

The boys nudged each other as they eyed-up Paul's fit mom; 5'4" with shoulder-length dark hair, in a ponytail, an adequate bust, and tight ass, shown off nicely by her dark blue, knee-length summer skirt. She had bare legs, but dressing for work, wore a sensible, long-sleeve, white blouse with a bow at the neck, a dark blue short jacket with metal buttons and 3/4 sleeves, and black patent leather stilettos with 3" heels. Of course they didn't know she wasn't his real mom - nobody present knew much about him really.

"What's this all about?" Sarah demanded of Dawn.

"It's all about your pervert son!" Dawn sneered. "Did you know he's a peeping Tom?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you didn't know? He's been spying on the girls changing."

Sarah was briefly lost for words. Paul was very uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him. His peers jeered as Dawn and Heather filled his stepmom in with what had occurred. The boys present consisted of Kyle and a couple of his cronies: Dean McNee and Jacob Mbele, as well as Tom Evans, Fakhar Ali, George Sylvester, and Wayne Harvey from his year, as well as a few boys from the year below his, whom he didn't know. The girls there were Fran and Helen (who had caught him spying), Natalie Mbele (Jacob's older sister, a year above him - a tall, black girl who was very good at athletics), and Anna (Kyle's girlfriend).

Before that week, Paul had got on fairly well with most of his peers, although had been the victim of several bullying incidents at the hands of Kyle and his friends. However, nobody wanted (or rather dared) to be his friend after the incident at school.

"So we've turned up and saved your son from a beating." Heather nodded towards Dawn.

"It looks more like a lynch mob," Sarah retorted. "Well, at least he's not a bully."

"Are you calling my Kyle a bully?"

"Yes, he's a cowardly bully!"

"You take that back, you fucking stuck-up cow!" The crowd sniggered as the argument turned personal.

"Come on Paul, let's get you home," Sarah took Paul's arm and turned to leave. "We don't have to listen to this."

But Dawn was itching for a fight. Jealous of Sarah's good looks, and buoyed by the support of her friend, as well as the assembled horde of partisan pupils. "Where do you think you're going, snobby bitch?" she said, grabbing a handful of Sarah's hair. Sarah squealed with shock, and retaliated by lashing out with her right hand and slapping Dawn's face. The pair were then locked in a tussle, with each grabbing hold of the other's hair.

The audience relished the spectacle of the two women scrapping, and a few of the pupils began taking photos and videos using their phones. Dean even moved his phone below Sarah's skirt as she was leaning forward, and captured some upskirt snaps. Everyone except Paul found it funny.

During the scuffle, Sarah's bag slipped off her shoulder, onto the ground. It was collected by Kyle, who proceeded to swing it in the air by its strap before launching it towards Paul. Paul tried to catch it, but failed, and had to go and collect it from about ten feet behind him. But upon retrieving the bag, his stomach lurched as he saw Heather moving behind his stepmom, whereupon she proceeded to quickly unzip and unbutton her skirt. Sarah squealed in anger and frustration, but was powerless to prevent it falling around her ankles.

Because she was bending forwards, Sarah's blouse only covered the top half of her backside, leaving a lot of her knicker-clad rear exposed. She wore black, lacy knickers, which showed off her shapely buttocks nicely - she regretted selecting such a revealing pair, meant to be enjoyed by her husband only.

"Hey Paul," Heather called out. "You can perv on your mom instead!" Paul was mortified as howls of laughter, catcalls, and wolf-whistles filled the air at the sight of his stepmom's bare legs and sexy underwear. Lots of photos were taken of her as the tussle continued. Her skirt was unhooked from her ankles by Jacob, and passed to the girls. "Give that back!" Paul ordered, taking a step towards the bullies.

"What you going to do, hit us with your handbag?" Kyle chided. Everyone laughed, and Paul realised looked pretty pathetic holding his mom's bag. He put it on the ground, but was still powerless to help his stepmom in any way. He noticed that a few more pupils had joined the audience: Ben Atwell from the year above him, as well as Vikram Singhal and Simon Butler from his year. Simon lived in the same road as Paul, and their mothers were friends, which sort of made them friends. However, Simon immediately looked away when he made eye contact with Paul, instead gazing at Sarah's barely covered rear; he too had admired Paul's stepmom whenever he'd been to his house, but never imagined he'd see her skirtless, and drank in the sight of her barely covered bottom.

Dawn released her grip on Sarah, and she reciprocated. Dawn stepped back to join her friend, both sniggering. Both women's hair was a mess, and Sarah's was no longer in a ponytail, but falling onto her shoulders. "Sexy knickers, Sarah!" Dawn sneered.

Sarah turned to face the girls, at the same time pulling down her blouse to cover her knickers as best she could. Natalie had taken possession of her skirt, and was taunting her by waving it in the air.

"Give me that back NOW young lady!" Sarah ordered the grinning girl, who was a good five inches taller than herself.

"Er, no! This is ours now...SARAH." Natalie sneered, deliberately using her first name, to giggles from the others, at which Sarah tried to grab it, only to watch as it was tossed over her head to the boys.

"Oh, you think you're all SO funny, don't you? And it's Mrs Melton to you." Sarah shouted at the girls as a whole, who just laughed in her face. She turned to the face boys just as Wayne tossed her skirt back to the girls. She tried to grab it, but Fran caught it and waved it at her, before tossing it to Helen.

"Here SARAH." Helen taunted, holding it out towards Paul's mom.

At the back of her mind, Sarah was seriously concerned about her predicament, and wondered whether, even if she managed to grab hold of her skirt, she'd have the strength to wrestle it off whichever pupil had it - and then she'd somehow have to put it back on. She deeply regretted her choice of underwear that morning; instead of choosing something plain and sensible, what she'd selected left little to the imagination.

While the girls were having fun teasing his stepmom (constantly using her first name), Paul noticed the boys ogling her sexy legs, bare all the way from her buttocks down to her high heel shoes. They were nudging one another, while making lewd comments at her expense (mainly which parts of her they'd like to see next, and what they'd like to do to her), loudly enough so he would hear. He just wanted the ground to open and swallow him.

"Give me back my fucking skirt you stupid little girls!" Sarah finally screamed in frustration. The sniggering only increased in volume of course, and Sarah decided to bite the bullet and ask for some help. "Will you PLEASE tell them enough is enough?" Sarah appealed to Dawn and Heather, who were standing slightly away from the horde.

But the two women just grinned at one another, then Dawn started quietly chanting: "Strip her, strip her..." Sarah's stomach knotted with fear as Heather joined in, and their chants grew louder and louder. The mob of pupils closed in around Sarah, with the older pupils at the centre. They also joined in with the chanting: "Strip her, STRIP her...", along with some accompanying clapping.

"Right, back off, all of you!" Sarah commanded, unsettled by the mischievous glint in their eyes. "I'm warning you!" But her voice didn't convey much authority. The pack of teenagers surrounding her was working themselves into an excited frenzy, eager to fulfil what they were chanting.

Almost all of the children were taller than Sarah, even most of the girls, and she felt very vulnerable. A few pupils began lifting the hem of her 'miniskirt' blouse to reveal her skimpy knickers, and each time she slapped them off - but nobody wanted to be the one to instigate an outright assault on her remaining clothing.

The chanting continued to increase in both volume and tempo. "Stop it, get off!" Sarah shrieked as Jacob lifted her blouse up at the front to reveal her sheer knickers.

"Oh, yes baby!" Jacob announced. The glimpse of her barely concealed vaginal cleft didn't go unnoticed by the increasingly horny males. She batted his hand away and pushed her blouse back down, but with her remaining modesty under attack she was beginning to really panic.

Sarah looked for a way through the baying crowd, seriously considering making a dash for her car minus her skirt. She'd have to kick off her shoes first though - they were useless for running in. But by then it was too late, and her fate was sealed!

The girls made a move on her first, led by Fran. Shrieking with delight, Fran and Anna attempted to unbutton her jacket, while Helen and Natalie lifted both blouse and jacket up at the back to get to her bra-strap. The chanting stopped, replaced by cheers of approval, mainly from the male contingent, delighted that the strip show starring Paul's mom had begun in earnest.

"Get her tits out!" Wayne urged.

"Hey Paulie," Jacob taunted. "We're gonna get your momma nekid."

As Sarah attempted to ward off the assault on her top half, Kyle and his friends took advantage of her bare back in order to gain easy access to her knickers. Paul watched in horror as Dean hooked his fingers around the elastic, and pulled it halfway down her backside, revealing a large amount of ass crack. The boys cheered and wolf-whistled at the pleasing view. Mortified, Sarah reached behind herself and pulled her knickers back up, but not before Jacob had photographed her. "Hey Paulie," he called. "Check out your mom!", and held up his phone for Paul to see his stepmom's bottom filling his screen.

The girls, meanwhile, gave up trying to undo the fiddly buttons on Sarah's jacket, and simply hauled it, along with her blouse, all the way up and over her head until it was inside-out, forcing her into the diving position, with her head stuck inside, and her arms trapped by her inverted sleeves. Howls of delight filled her ears as she was, for all intents and purposes, left standing in just her bra and knickers. "Please STOP!" she begged from within her blouse, horrified by how exposed she was.

The crowd gathering around the scene of Sarah's degradation had been swelled by more pupils, skaters and young cyclists eager to watch too. Some of the boys keenly watching were quite a bit younger than Paul; some as young as eleven. All were enthralled by the view of her modelling her sheer, sexy underwear.

Among the newcomers were two young men who recognised the unfortunate woman as the wife of Mike Melton, manager of a local Co-op supermarket. One, called Jack, had been disciplined by Mike on several occasions for poor timekeeping, and the other, Rob actually sacked recently by Mike for insubordination! Of course, both were delighted to witness his wife's abasement. As many onlookers did, both men had their phones out, photographing Sarah's ordeal.

Rendered defenceless by her inverted blouse and jacket, Sarah knew she was totally at the pupils' mercy, and prone to another attack by the boys. She frantically tried to extract herself from the effective straitjacket, while at the same time attempting to twist and turn her body to thwart her assailants. Despite this, however, Dean grabbed the back of her knickers and yanked them down again, this time exposing her entire lily-white bottom, to the delight of the other boys. "Aaah!" she screamed in despair.

Paul only had a side-on view of Sarah's right buttock, but knew her tormentors had a much better view; she was effectively full-mooning all of his school enemies. Being as she was bending over, and her knickers had been pulled down to her thighs, he wondered if they could see her pussy between her legs. From their appreciative whoops and cheers, he thought there was a good chance they could!

Meanwhile, Natalie finally unclasped Sarah's bra, leaving her breasts hanging freely, with her nipples barely concealed by the white, lacy fabric as they pointed towards the ground. "Hey Sarah, we're gonna show the boys your titties!" the black girl spoke into her inverted blouse.

"Fucking hell!" Dawn exclaimed to Heather as she put a hand on her shoulder. Both were laughing out loud as they witnessed Sarah's stripping frenzy.

"I know," Heather said. "I can't believe they're actually doing it!"

The crowd encircling Sarah packed more tightly, eager to get the best view of her newly exposed flesh. Paul's view of his scarcely dressed stepmom was then totally obscured behind a mass of keen onlookers. From within the excited throng, Sarah's distraught voice shouted: "Paul! GET HELP!", followed by a ripping sound, and a frustrated scream. The noise level increased even further, with cheers and catcalls all around. But the girls' shrieks were by far the loudest.

Panicking, Paul got out his phone and called the only person he could think to call, swearing as it rang out for what seemed ages, knowing that his mom was losing her dignity, along with her clothing, by the second. Finally his call was answered.

"Dad! Listen. Sarah got into a fight, and is being stripped by some school kids - at the skate park."

"A fight? Stripped? Is this some joke?"

"No, really. You've got to get down here and rescue her."

"Can't you stop them?"

At that moment Sarah screamed loudly: "Oh God, no. Please NO!!" A huge cheer erupted from her audience, followed by catcalls, whoops, and wolf-whistles, mainly from the boys. Paul could only image what they were doing to her. Then he saw something white being waved triumphantly in the air, held by a slender black hand. He immediately recognised it as his mom's bra, and knew that Natalie had fulfilled her promise - Sarah was at least topless, and possibly bottomless too!

"There's too many. Hurry, I think they've stripped her naked!"

"Christ!" his dad replied. "I'll have to get Bill to give me a lift; I walked to work," and hung up. Bill was the 55-year-old area manager for Mike's supermarket.

As Paul's phone call ended, the four girls broke away from the crowd, leaving Sarah in the boys' hands. They were giggling delightedly at Sarah's situation. "We've taught your mom a lesson she won't forget, the bossy bitch!" Fran taunted Paul, as they joyfully waved items of his stepmom's clothing in the air.

"Yeah, she totally got owned!" Helen added.

Paul was dismayed, but not surprised to see that they possessed every single item of clothing that his stepmom had arrived in only five minutes earlier: skirt, jacket, torn blouse, bra, shredded black knickers (where Dean literally tore them off her, rather than unhooking them from her feet). They even had Sarah's shoes, and Fran replaced her own trainers with them - they were a fairly good fit. Paul knew for certain they had stripped Sarah naked, as Jacob had promised.

"Your slut mom's just posing for some pornos!" Jacqui sneered evilly.

"Give me that." Paul shouted, making a grab for the skirt.

"No, no, no. We're keeping these!" Helen laughed as she tossed it to Fran.

"You can have these..." Anna laughed as she threw the tattered remains of Sarah's knickers towards him.

Leaving the destroyed underwear lying on the ground, Paul moved to the outskirts of the circle and peered between the onlookers, over the heads of some of the younger boys. His dad's new wife was lying on her back on the ground, wearing nothing but her jewellery and makeup, struggling frantically against the same schoolboys who normally bullied him! Kyle and Dean had her arms pinned to the ground, while Jacob and Vikram were pulling her legs wide apart to take better photos of her private parts. She was effectively spread-eagled.

"Sweet cunt your mom's got, Paulie!" Dean taunted, after photographing it. The others cheered their agreement.

From Paul's position he could see directly between his stepmom's parted thighs. He noted her almost hairless vulva, and her perfect perky tits, which bounced with every thrash against her assailants. He couldn't deny his dad's new wife had a fantastic body, but he never expected to see so much of it! Of course, everyone present saw every inch of her too, as would everyone else from their school (and beyond) by the next day, by virtue of the many degrading photos and videos being taken!

Finally, totally exhausted, Sarah accepted that the bullies had won. She could only lie there on the ground and let the schoolboys do whatever they wanted. Without a shred of dignity left, she looked down the length of her naked body and then up at the lust-filled faces of the boys drinking in the sight. She locked eyes with Paul, and felt unimaginable shame that he'd seen her like that, especially when his eyes moved down the length of her body, and settled on her parted thighs.

"So Sarah has a Brazilian! Saucy, eh?" Heather sneered from behind Paul.

"Yeah, no pubes to cover her clit in the lads' photos!" Dawn added, as Fakhar moved his phone within inches of Sarah's sex to record an extreme close-up on the video recording he was shooting.

Sarah tried again, in vain, to close her thighs and deny Fakhar the view of her most intimate part. After recording her pubic region, the young Pakistani moved his phone up the length of her naked torso, taking in her exposed tits, and stopped when he reached her face. He then looked over the top of his phone - her face was a picture of shame and defeat. He grinned down at her, and gave her a wink before moving back to record a full-length shot.

"How embarrassing!" Heather smirked.

Dawn leaned through the throng of boys surrounding her degraded foe and joked: "Close your legs Sarah, you dirty whore!"

"Poor cow." Heather smirked, and with that the pair ambled away, job done. The girls also left, but in the opposite direction, glancing back and giggling between themselves as they went, playfully tossing Sarah's clothing to one another. Fran was still tottering along in Sarah's stilettos.

Paul shouted at the boys still having fun with his stepmom: "Get off her! My dad's on his way!"

"Think we've got all the photos we need of the lovely Sarah anyway, eh lads?" Kyle announced, to cheers of approval from the others. A couple of them released their grip on Sarah, and stood up. She flailed her arms and legs to ward off her other two aggressors. Finally free, she turned over and curled into a ball on the ground, with her arms tucked in tightly at her sides.

A lot of the Sarah's audience sauntered away the scene of her debasement. For most of them it was the first time they'd seen a real naked woman. The younger boys chatted animatedly between one another about what they'd witnessed.

The remaining audience, including those from Paul's year (Kyle, Dean, Jacob, Tom, Fakhar, George, Wayne, Ben, and Vikram), as well as Jack and Rob from Mike's supermarket, encircled his crouching, denuded mom, admiring her peach-shaped bare ass, as well as her sex, which was still showing between her thighs.

Paul attempted to barge past his peers to cover his stepmom with his school blazer, but was easily prevented from doing so. He then saw his dad running towards them from the car park, with his short, overweight area manager close behind (out of breath, but determined not to miss seeing Mike's wife minus her clothes).

"My dad's here now - LET HER GO!!" Paul yelled. On hearing this, Sarah scrambled to her feet and barged her way past the cordon of males, who whistled and jeered as she ran stark naked towards her husband, making a token effort to conceal her crotch with her left hand, and her breasts with her right arm.

Bill's eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched Mike's naked wife sprinting towards him; it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She ran straight into the arms of her husband, which enabled him to check out her bare bottom.

Mike had no jacket on, but Bill offered his, and wrapped it around the shoulders of his colleague's nude wife - in the process blatantly ogling the parts she'd definitely not want him to see. Being his boss (one whom he neither liked, nor got on with particularly well), Mike didn't feel he could say anything to Bill about his leering. Everyone knew Bill was a lecherous creep - Mike had often seen him checking out the young women (employees and customers) in his supermarket.

Mike looked towards the scene of his wife's ordeal; the crowd was dispersing quickly. Jack had already left the scene (not wanting to be spotted by his boss), but Rob lingered. He gave Mike a thumbs-up, letting him know he'd seen everything his pretty wife had got, before moving away, looking at his phone (no doubt containing nude photos of Sarah, Mike thought).

Turning back, he saw that Paul and Bill were escorting his traumatised wife back towards the car park. Bill's jacket didn't cover as much as he'd have liked; her bare buttocks were protruding below it at the back, and he imagined that a lot her thighs were showing at the front too.

Bill drove the family home, with Paul sat in the front seat, Mike and Sarah in the back. Mike noted that he angled the rear-view mirror so he could check out Sarah's bare thighs as he drove. Bill insisted he help get Sarah inside the house, not wanting to miss any opportunity to see more of Sarah. He wasn't disappointed, as he caught a glimpse of her pussy as she exited the car, and then her bare buttocks as she rushed up the stairs once inside.

"Okay, I'll be off then," Bill said after Mike returned his jacket. "I'll get some cover for you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Bill." Mike replied, and closed the door behind him. "Right. Tell me everything that happened Paul..."

That same evening, George and Tom created used an anonymous email account to create a Dropbox account, where Fakhar's video, plus other videos, and dozens of other humiliating and degrading photos of Sarah were uploaded. A public link to these was shared widely at Paul's school and far beyond in the next few days and weeks. Soon almost everyone at the school (including quite a few male teachers), and beyond, knew his stepmom's body intimately.

On his return to work two days later, Jack secretly shared the compromising photos he possessed of his manager's wife with his male colleagues, behind Mike's back (figuratively and literally).

[Darky]

Absolute Great story. Enjoyed it very much!

[Voyeurager]

One of the best stories I've read in a long time,maybe ever. Well done! Out of curiosity, what other board is this on, so I can check it out?

[mikewozere]

Thanks, glad you liked it!

It was posted on RavishU. This is my author page...
https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=44916.0

The quality of writing on there in general isn't that good, but being unmoderated you can get away with including minors in the story, etc. that Literotica would reject.

[Spanker]

A great story of a rampant crowd being whipped up into a stripping frenzy.

[Big Dave]

You can virtually feel Sarah's shame.