Mrs. Johnson (MF Cougar)

Public school teachers always tell me I have it easy working at an elite private school; they have the idea that all my students are angels and I never have a problem with a student or their parents. Mrs. Johnson, her daughter Julia and her granddaughter Miriam Johnson are shining examples of how much of a pain one family could be.

Miriam was a knockout, but at seventeen, I knew better than to let her anywhere near me. Miriam had bright blue eyes, a beautiful oval face, and a cheerleader’s body that would drive any male crazy. Miriam always wore clothes that emphasized her well-endowed figure, and the boys who sat near her in class were always hiding their hard-ons and her expensive French perfume did not hurt either. She was flunking my college composition class because in her words, “I never did a rewrite before and I’m not about to start now.” We had teacher conferences and the school’s president told me Miriam’s Grandmother would be stopping by for an extended visit and if I knew what was good for me, I’d wait until the grand dame arrived. At private schools, certain parents always got preferential treatment. The custodians kicked me out an hour after we should have left I was pretty angry I had wasted my time.

Before I left for home, the department head had time to explain that Mrs. Johnson was a widow who happened to own a rather successful business in town and she was extremely generous to the school. It was stressed again that I must keep her happy at all costs if I wanted to keep my job. The next morning, on what was supposed be my free day, I get a call at 7:00am from Mrs. Johnson saying she’ll be over in half an hour. I shaved and showered and got Miriam’s papers all set up on my dining room table. I had never met Mrs. Johnson, so when a 5’ 10” knock out blonde, who looked to be around 50 strolled in my house, I was stunned. A slight aroma of perfume wafted by me, but Mrs. Johnson’s bright blue eyes were sizzling with anger; this was not going to end well for me. Miriam was in tow smiling like she had turned the tables on her pain in the ass teacher. I was sure Miriam walked in a way that made those beautiful breasts jiggle to entice me but never please. This day was getting worse by the second.

I don’t even take Mrs. Johnson’s coat before she lets me have it. With her arms crossed against her ample chest, her eyes blazing, and her chin jutted toward me, Mrs. Johnson was imposing and used to having people jump. I heard her foot tap the wood floor three times before she angrily berated me. “Miriam has never had grades this low. I expect nothing less from a new teacher who’s just learning how to handle strong willed young women. Miriam explained all about how you favor all the boys and never give any of the girls in class a chance to show their true potential. I will not stand for this kind of biased behavior from any teacher. Mariam will have an A in your class before I leave here. I’ll give you two minutes to explain why you have not graded a single one of Miriam’s papers.”

Miriam was having a field day. Her letter jacket was open and I could see her tight yellow blouse straining to hold her 34dd breasts in check. Her nipples were so hard, I was worried they’d tear through her top. Down tiger, stay in business mode. I kept my voice level and calm and my eyes on Mrs. Johnson’s icy blue eyes. “Mrs. Johnson, Miriam is aware she has to rewrite all her papers. It’s a school rule that students are allowed to rewrite papers as many times as they like until they get the grade they are happy with. The boys in class usually have me look at two or three rewrites before they even hand in the final draft. As you can see from her hand written notes on each assignment, Miriam has refused to rewrite a single paper. Look at every note she wrote to me. You don’t have to take my word for it, take Miriam’s.” I slid the folder with all of Miriam’s papers in it to Mrs. Johnson. She sat regally at the head of my dining room table and read the comments on two papers before she erupted at her granddaughter.

Mrs. Johnson flushed pink. I didn’t know if she was angry with me or her granddaughter but it became clear quickly. “Miriam: you will go home right now and get these assignments taken care of. Here are my car keys. Mr. Alberts will kindly drive me home after I apologize for my rude behavior. Miriam, if you know what’s good for you, by noon you will have three of the six finished completely or cheerleading is over.”

Miriam was kind of whiny. “Grandma, none of the boys do rewrites. I’ve seen them. You’re not listening to me.” She waved in my general direction. “You’re going to take his word over mine; whose side are you on?”

Mrs. Johnson flushed a deeper pink but I was scared but Miriam was the recipient of her anger. “I made myself clear and now you further embarrass me in front of your teacher. I do not give suggestions and you know what will happen if you refuse to obey me.” Miriam growled, snatched her papers and left by slamming the door as an exclamation point. Both Mrs. Johnson and I jumped at how loudly the door was crashed shut.

Mrs. Johnson flushed an even deeper pink and said, “I’m sorry for my granddaughter’s rude behavior and my outburst. You must let me make this up to you. There must be something I can do to apologize. Remember, the president said you needed to keep me happy.” Mrs. Johnson stood, and as she moved closer, her perfume was messing with the circuits in my brain. One silky smooth hand was resting on my arm massaging it gently. I was nodding like a sap but I couldn’t speak. “Perhaps, I could find a way to relieve some of the stress of meeting such an influential parent.” Mrs. Johnson moved closer and had a hand on each of my arms. When her silken hand brushed my skin, I had goosebumps in a second. Mrs. Johnson’s smile made me shiver. It had been a long time since I was alone with a woman and Mrs Johnson was a woman and a half.

I’m 6’ 5” tall and in her high heels, Mrs. Johnson was probably about 6’ 1”. Before I could say a word, Mrs. Johnson had her hands on my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Her tongue slid in my mouth and she knew how to kiss to arouse because my dick came to an immediate attention. She sucked my lips and pulled my head down to suck my earlobe and run her tongue down my neck. She slid one hand off my neck and grabbed my cock and moaned softly. “That seems like a nice big one, but there will be no oral sex from me and you will be a gentleman. Now take my coat and lead me to your bedroom.” Mrs Johnson slipped off her coat and she sure wasn’t dressed for the fall weather. I hung up her coat and admired her figure and Mrs. Johnson caught me looking and she smiled. “Yes, Mr. Alberts, I am all yours and your only task is to make sure I’m fully satisfied. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

This was a set up. She knew what she wanted all along and she was ready for it; under her expensive fur lined leather jacket, she had on skin tight shiny black lycra pants sleekly slipped into her high heeled boots and a baggy green sweater that she quickly threw over her head. She was wearing a 36dd white silk bra with black polka dots and she grabbed both of my hands and said, “Squeeze them but not too hard. I’ll come pretty quickly if you play with my boobs, but be gentle-my nipples are very sensitive.” I thought she was joking, but after a minute of kneading her breasts, and gently rubbing her nipples through the bra, she was moaning and grinding against me while kissing me passionately. My cock was straining against my jeans and I wanted more, but Mrs. Johnson gave the orders. “Be a gentleman and take off the bra and nibble on my nipples but do it tenderly. I’m ready to see if you can follow directions.”

I set a record for getting that bra off and I was on my hands and knees nibbling for all I was worth. Mrs Johnson had dabbed streaks of perfume on her breasts and nipples, and as I nibbled, licked and sucked, explosions of various floral scents permeated my sinuses. Mrs. Johnson was moaning and she pulled her pants down and groaned, “My clit, rub it now.” This was a woman who knew what she wanted and she wanted to be satisfied immediately.

She was wearing crotchless white silk panties that matched her bra; it was easy access to her already juicy pussy; I felt her smooth shaved mound, and parted her pussy lips with my fingers and went to town rubbing her clit and nibbling her nipples. In under three minutes, Mrs. Johnson had a quivering orgasm and I thought I hurt her the way she screamed so loudly. I made sure to hold her upright as the orgasm made her entire body shake and spasm. When she was finally done shaking, she pulled up her pants and I assumed I was going to be left high and dry. “That’s a good start Mr. Alberts but that little orgasm won’t satisfy me; now let’s go to that bed of yours.”

I was behind Mrs. Johnson and watching that bubble butt jiggle seductively made my dick twitch in anticipation. When she got to my queen size bed, I spun her around, sat her down and removed her boots and pants. Her white silk panties were crotchless in the front and I could feel a heart shaped opening in the back as I kneaded her beautiful peach. She sat on the edge of my bed, grabbed her ankles and kind of growled, “Are you going to satisfy me again or do I have to beg? Remember, be gentle and lick my pussy like you want me thoroughly satisfied.”

I knelt and grabbed those lovely hips and put my face right in her pussy. Mrs. Johnson had dabbed more perfume between her thighs too. I sucked her clit right into my mouth and held it gently between my teeth while I flicked the tip of my tongue over her swollen love button. I let Mrs. Johnson’s thrusts tell me when I hit the right spots. Her moaning guided me too as I began moving my tongue faster and faster on her swollen clit. Mrs Johnson’s hips were thrusting faster, her breathing was coming in gasps, and she was whining and making noises urging me on. Mrs. Johnson arched her back and clamped me in position with her thighs and legs. It didn’t take long until she was in the throes of orgasm number two and I kept my mouth clamped down on her until she stopped moving. She had the best tasting pussy juice I’d ever lapped up. I was rock hard and ready to see if I could satisfy her with my cock as well as my mouth.

I stood and dropped my pants expecting to have my way with a well lubricated pussy, but Mrs. Johnson was snoring softly on the edge of my bed. I looked at her pink luscious body and had all kinds of ideas about taking her, but I knew better. I pulled on my clothes, headed to the bathroom dejectedly, and washed my face, hands and brushed my teeth. When I was finished, I came back to my bedroom and Mrs. Johnson was pulling on her lingerie. I had picked up her sweater from the dining room and handed it over. She took one look at my bulge and purred, “Oh my I’ve done it again. I am being a poor guest. It’s about time I showed my host a good time.”

Mrs. Johnson took charge and motioned me to come toward her. She took the sweater from me and let it slip to the floor. Mrs. Johnson, pulled me down for another kiss and the way she snaked her tongue in my mouth and gently bit my lips had my poor pecker twitching. I felt my cock ooze some pre-cum as she rubbed my nine inch cock and smiled before she pulled me in for another kiss that made my dick twitch twice. “Oh your pecker is telling me it needs some attention.” I nodded lamely. Mrs. Johnson ordered me to take my clothes off, pushed me playfully on the bed and giggling, she straddled me and rode me from the front. I was going to remove her bra, but Mrs. Johnson guided my hands to her breasts and ordered, “Leave the bra on. I’m sure you’d love to knead and gently play with my nipples through the silk and see if you can make me come a few more times. That felt so luscious before.” Mrs. Johnson shivered as I fondled her, and she purred, “I like it if you pinch them; just be gentle.” I pinched as gently as I could and I was doing it correctly because Mrs. Johnson groaned in pleasure.

All this time I could feel Mrs. Johnson grinding her hips in a variety of ways that made my dick harder. The sensation of the silk panties rubbing against my skin only heightened my pleasure and I let Mrs. Johnson do the work as she bounced rhythmically. I never stopped kneading her breasts and tweaking her erect nipples. As she continued to ride me, Mrs, Johnson bent at the waist and kissed me passionately. It was my turn to moan as her tongue slithered in my mouth. Without letting me slip out of her, she rode me in a reverse cowgirl and held onto my hands as she orgasmed again. She was still quivering when she turned around and gasped, “Stop toying with me and come already. I’ll let you nibble on my breasts if it will help.” She shed her bra and pulled my head in to help me suckle those delightful breasts and erect nipples. I fondled and massaged and listened to her sighs as she began building to another orgasm.

I loved the feel of her silk panties as she ground her juicy pussy against my hard-on so I increased the tempo of my thrusts and I’m not sure if it was Mrs. Johnson’s breasts being kneaded and nibbled or the fact her pussy clamped down on my shaft and was making my poor pecker the happiest thing in the room. Mrs. Johnson clamped down harder and I could feel she was ready to cum. She moaned, “Come for me now; I’m ready!”

Four months of built up sperm erupted into her and her pussy juice flooded me and my bed. I don’t know how she could keep such a tight hold on my cock, but she did. It took her five minutes to stop quivering. I was given another passionate kiss, and my pecker twitched happily. She took a quick shower and padded back to my bedroom naked. I enjoyed the show but enjoyed the hug and her naked body pressed tightly against me even more.

Mrs. Johnson dressed quickly but made me stay naked and standing. “There are three things you need to know; Miriam will do her work correctly from now on, you will be at my home for an encore performance tonight, and you will have to ensure my daughter is happy too. After all, once you have satisfied the grandmother, the mother deserves the same special treatment. You should know Ms. Julia is a much tougher to please than I am.” Mrs. Johnson came over, grabbed my cock and stroked it quickly while she kissed me and boy could she kiss. She broke the kiss and dropped my rapidly hardening cock. “Yes, we’ll need to discuss this again, after you’ve pleased my daughter, Ms. Julia. I’ll give her your number. You won’t need mine; I know how to get a hold of you.” Mrs. Johnson put one hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a last passionate kiss. She seductively kneaded my cock until I groaned in pleasure. If she had kept that up, I would have cum quickly. Mrs. Johnson enjoyed teasing me.

I was ordered to get dressed; it looked like Mrs. Johnson was used to getting her way. We put on our coats and I drove Mrs. Johnson home and she never spoke another word. I made sure she was safely inside. I got back to my house and took a shower paying close attention to being well groomed. I hurried to dress and did a quick change of my bed covers. It would not do to make a bad impression or miss that phone call from Ms. Julia. You need to keep important parents happy. I’d make sure of that.
To Be Continued:

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