Fucked my pupil’s mum. [MF]

Entered this in a contest elsewhere: thought it would fit here too. This situation was, in hindsight, quite stupid and could have cost both of us our jobs and me my career as it was back then.

Many years ago, I worked for a while as a teacher. In the UK, the number of female staff working in schools far outweighs the men. One of the perks of the job was having plenty of fit young things around you. Teaching assistants (TAs) also tended to be women, swelling those numbers. And the thing with teaching assistants is that it’s often attractive to mums with kids of school age. You can probably see where this is going…

One of the TAs in my school was called Jenna and she had a kid in my class, as well as another further down the school. All I’ll say about this whole arrangement is that she was dropped off early each morning by her dad (who she lived with) with her kids at about 7am, on his way to work. Now this is crazy early for a school but they actually lived quite far out and she didn’t drive. Her kids would get some extra sleep down in the library and she would keep herself busy with jobs around school. The kids’ dad, her husband, was out of the picture for whatever reason – we never really got into that.

Jenna was flirty as hell. Funny, quirky, lots of little touches and in-jokes. She was like this with everyone. Not acting slutty as such but hyper-friendly, loving the attention she got in return. She was a nice enough looking girl: early 30s, quite slim, dirty blonde hair and a narrow face with great cheekbones. She was always smiling, a full smile open mouthed smile made all the more distinctive by the bright red lipstick she always wore.

I’d always fancied her. We’d built up quite a good rapport. We didn’t work closely together but I would arrive early too and we’d chat every morning. I fantasised about her but generally wasn’t interested enough to take it further at that time, thinking there would be too many complications. That changed on one staff night out. I noticed her getting ready to get in our colleague’s car to get a lift home and waved, assuming she was leaving immediately. About five minutes later we literally bumped into each other, alone, in a narrow corridor leading to/from the toilets – I was heading in and she was heading out. The collision forced us into an embrace and as I went to apologise, one hand on her lower back and the other over one shoulder, she locked her arms around me and kissed me deeply. It was lips only but lasted a good 20 seconds or so. When we broke apart she smiled and said, “Sorry about that: I didn’t expect you to be there!” before heading back up the corridor to her waiting lift.

I noticed I was hard as I headed into the toilets. I had to wait until I was soft to take a leak and then washed my hands: checking my face in the mirror I saw her red lipstick smudged lightly around my mouth. I cleaned it off and re-joined the rest of my co-workers, who were totally ignorant about what happened.

We saw each other a couple of days later. I remember it so well. An overcast Tuesday, dark skies as we headed towards the end of autumn. We again literally bumped into each other as we were heading through a set of doors this time. There was no contact, and no kiss, but there was a big smile. Jenna asked me if I’d had a good time and I said I had. I half-jokingly said, “We should say goodbye to each other like that more often” and she leaned up for another kiss.

“Like that?”

“Exactly like that.”

We were in between two heavy sets of doors near the computer suite, part of school that was usually empty at that time of morning. We knew we wouldn’t be disturbed and kissed each other with increasing passion, our hands roving over each other, mine kneading her bum over her trousers. Eventually she pulled away and said she needed to go but would catch up with me later. I assumed she needed to check on her kids. This time she pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed the lipstick she’d left behind and gave hard dick a squeeze through my trousers.

Variations of this little routine continued for a few mornings. After school was busy so we didn’t get a chance to be together and I didn’t even have her number so there was no texting. Our early morning embraces were all we had.

It changed again one morning when she took the lead when she encountered me somewhere different, coming out of a storeroom in the computer suite. There was a big cupboard in there containing the servers and it had a keypad to access it. She said something like, “Shall we try somewhere new today?” and I stepped back inside with her following. She wasted no time and, after a brief kiss, got down on her knees, unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick. Her mouth was on it immediately, starting by using her tongue to swirl around the end of my cock, lapping at the underside where the thin thread of my foreskin was held in place, causing me to moan. Jenna knew how to suck dick. She then started taking it in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly to take the first half in and then further, eventually nearly deep throating me, slowly pulling backwards and forwards across my full length with her lips. When she wrapped her lips around the tip and started using her hands to stroke me I came within seconds, filling her mouth with cum that she seemed to have no trouble swallowing. After, she sucked me again, keeping me almost hard, until every last drop had been spent and my dick was clean apart from the red marks from her lipstick.

“Maybe I won’t rub it off this time and it can remind you of me later.” She almost purred as she said it. “Same time and place tomorrow?”

I didn’t need asking twice and we stepped inside this cupboard again, this time with me determined to make her cum. I spun her around so her hands were flat against the door and ran my left hand under her t-shirt to squeeze her tit. My other hand found its way quickly into her knickers and was stroking her clit. Her heavy breathing filled the room and soon the smell of her excitement did too, when I decided to kneel down and pull down her trousers and knickers. I slightly lifted and spread her bum cheeks as I licked at the opening to her pussy, nudging inside occasionally. I felt and saw her ass and core shudder slightly as I think she came. I stood up and started to unzip and she said what I hadn’t even thought of: “Not without a condom.”

It finally happened the next morning. We met in my classroom. The blinds were drawn, my desk was clear and I had two condoms ready to go in my pocket, just in case. Nothing was going to stop me fucking this woman today. Our hungry kisses didn’t last long. She’d thoughtfully worn a long skirt, reasonably loose skirt that day that meant when I sat her up on the edge of my desk I could bunch it up easily around her waist. Down came her knickers, a lacy purple pair, exposing her shaved pussy. She’d neatened it up since yesterday. I bent down to give it a quick lick: it was already soaking wet. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped my fly. My dick stood at full attention through the hole of my underwear but I pulled them down slightly too. I’ve never rushed to put a condom on as quickly as I did that day. As soon as it was on I was inside her, my tongue exploring her mouth as my cock explored her pussy, each stroke taking it in until I was fully inside her. I’d withdraw almost fully too, her cunt squelching as I pressed past her spread lips and deep inside of her. It didn’t take us long. When she came, it was strong enough that she drew blood slightly from biting her lip to stop her screaming out. I looked down at my cock resting deep inside her as I shot my load for this woman, this woman who’d left her children to come to be fucked on the edge of my desk.

There is more to this story as our relationship of sorts continued for a while before it got too complicated. I might write about it if there is any interest.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vfywta/fucked_my_pupils_mum_mf