“Fuck!” I yelled as I threw my phone down. My son had just gotten another detention and the teacher wanted to talk with me about it.
I had full to-do list, just like every other day. I was just thinking about flicking through tinder when I got the call, pretending I had time to crawl over these young, hot bodies. Now my libido had completely dropped and I was rushing for the car.
I stared at the floor outside the classroom, dreading having to go in and talk to yet another *expert* on my son’s behaviour.
“I beleive you are far more capable than you’re letting on,” came a deep voice through the gap in the door. “Is there anything going on?”
“People are shit and I always get in trouble for fighting back” my son said. I was astonished at his honesty and looked up.
My eye caught his dark hair first, his slightly tanned skin next. He couldn’t be long out of college.
I started to feel heat rising as I looked down at his beautiful, athlletic ass. I shuffled on my feet and bit my lip at this unexpected pleasure. While lightly touching my erect nipple through my shirt, I looked toward the storage room at the back of the class. I pictured us inside. I pictured being slammed against the door in a passionate kiss, while he ripped open my shirt. I soft moan escaped my lip and I pictured him lean down and start to suck my…
“You must be Jeremy’s mum” a voice interrupted. I hoped his serious but kind eyes didn’t catch me feeling my engourged tits. I did hope he noticed them, though. They looked great today.
The teacher moved gracefully as his moved to sit down and explain the situation.
“He’s a good kid, just stuck in an awkward situation” the teacher said. I quickly stared at him up and down, wondering what was under his black jeans and retro, grey shirt.
My son turning red, but hiding a smile, then requested to leave. I thanked the teacher and smiled politely. Inside, I was picturing sucking him out like a orange …right to the pith.
“You need a night out!” my best friend cried through the phone that weekend. “Jeremy is old enough to be alone for a few hours. He’ll play games the whole time.”
As I headed into the pub, I thought of how I wanted the night to end. I wanted to be held down and fucked hard, but the chances of that happening were very slim.
My girlfriend’s were fun, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the teacher. He would look amazing in a damp, white shirt, I thought. I wouldn’t mind tracing my tongue over the ripples in his skin.
A little buzzed from the first drink, I headed alone to the bathroom. Then, in the hall, I saw a familiar face.
“Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here,” the teacher said enthusiastically. I enhaled sharply as he brushed my arm with his hand.
“Oh, sorry,” he said sheepishly.
“It’s more than fine,” I said, confidently brushing his arm in return.
To my surprise, he gazed longingly at me and brushed my cheek with his soft index finger. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” He said, leaning closer. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as his slid a hand up my thigh and under my skirt, teasing the skin around my underwear. I smiled as my eyes rolled back, so he pushed me gently against the wall and brought his lips to mine. Soft and moist, I let my lips part and accept his hungry tongue.
“Do you want to find somewhere more private?” he said after a minute. I kissed him again. “God, yes,” I whispered back, kissing his neck and biting his ear.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a bathroom. Once inside, he pushed me against the cold tiles and the kissing got more ferocious. As if he couldn’t wait a second longer, he ripped up my shirt and sucked at my cleavage as he undid my bra.
“I want to see them drop,” he said with thirst.
I obeyed, pulling my bra up and letting my giant tits drop down for him. My pussy throbbing at this point, I noticed how hard he had gotten. I furiously pulled up his shirt as he unbuckled his pants. Slipping out of my own soaked underwear, he picked me up, sucking my nipple as I let out a gutteral moan. He put me up on a bench, just the right height, and I fondled the tip of the cock I had dreamed of all week.
“Have you been a good girl? he asked, slipping a finger into my pulsing vagina. I moaned grabbing feircely at his bare back and whispering intently “yes, teacher, and I need you to fuck me now.”
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you outside my classroom” he said as he positioned me at the edge of the bench. I licked my lips and parted the skin at my entrance. I yelped as quietly as a could as he entered me. I was always a loud sexual partner.
He moved slowly at first, gaining pace. I threw my head back and caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. His perfect frame, thrusting into mine. My large tits bouncing.
“Oh, God. Shit. Shit” I whispered hoarsely as he fucked harder and harder. Fully enveloped in my excited pussy. I rubbed my clit as he got closer to climax. He started moaning as I tried to stifle screams of pleasure. Then, he exploded in me.
“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming.” I said as he shook and breathed deeply. He quickly pulled out and sucked my clit. I threw my head back as pleasure came in waves and exploded through my whole body.
My breath caught in my throat as I came multiple times by his wet tongue sliding over my slit.
When we were done, he pulled me in close and said:
“Next time, the storage room at the back of my classroom”
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