章 1678: AS SOON AS I WAKE UP
I was bored off my ass. It was the final semester of my high school "career" and I had already made the early acceptance list at our local college. I didn't need to study much or work hard to improve my marks as my early acceptance showed. All I needed to do was graduate. And, all graduation entailed was showing up at school.
This class, English, was the least boring of my day. Followed closely by history. What made them more appealing to me was the teacher. Our school had been fortunate enough to recruit two teachers from the same Teacher's College, identical twins.
These two women could only be described as drop dead gorgeous. Meloday Jamison was my favorite of the two. Although the duo were pretty much identical in every way, Ariella presented herself slightly differently. The difference is what made my vote for the 'hottest teacher in the world' go to, drum roll please, Meloday.
Both teachers stood about five foot, four inches tall weighing, I guessed, about 115 to 120 pounds each. Ms. Meloday was the more flamboyant of the pair. She pushed the limits of the school board's official dress code for educators.
She could have been a model. Or even a porn actress. Ms. Meloday's long blonde flowed just beyond her waist in shimmering waves. Her hair served to draw the eye to her ass since the hair ended immediately above the beginning curve of her butt. She further heightened the attraction of her bum by wearing tight skirts, often tight enough to show panty lines.
Ms. Meloday's long legs were always encased in stockings. I knew this by close observation of the teacher. Sometimes, depending how she moved, there was evidence of a garter belt and clips under her skirt. Meloday was a regular morning jogger and that was demonstrated by her legs. Not only long, they were toned and shapely. Finally, she always wore the highest heels allowed by the school board, three inches.
Yup, definitely a real looker. Oh, I forgot to describe the view of her from the front. This is what made her a walking wet dream for any male, maybe females too, who encountered her. Ms. Meloday had great breasts, firm, well rounded, and still defying gravity at her age. If I had to guess, I'd say they were 34C's. Yup, yummy.
Ms. Ariella, in comparison, dressed more like an old maid. I had to imagine she possessed much the same body as her twin but it was quite difficult to tell since they dressed so differently. Ms. Ariella tended to wear loose, baggy tops and pants. She forever hid her legs inside the slacks she preferred and, upon her feet, flats.
Ms. Ariella wore the least amount of makeup she could get away with while Ms. Meloday spent a lot of time on her face every morning. I enjoyed watching Ms. Meloday in class as she flaunted her sexy body at all the students ogling her. Ms. Ariella's classes were more an exercise in imagination as we guys looked for signs of Meloday's body under her baggy pant suits. The only obvious similarity was their hair which the frumpy one kept coiled into a tight bun.
At school, I was never a part of the "in" crowd. That group consisted mostly of the athletic teams- football, baseball, and hockey- that our school devoted its time and money to. The girls in the group were, of course, all of the cheer leader type.
Although not popular I wasn't in the nerd group either. I had spent time with some of its members earlier in my academic journey through life, but, truth be told, they were a pretty boring group. I only had one friend in the group, Ben, a holdover from grade school. We would still chat from time to time, and I still considered him a friend.
The other friend I had in school was one of the cheerleader types in the attractive group. Lori, Ben, and I had all gone through grade school together and, on occasion, Lori and I would still stop to chat in the hallways or exchange smiles in passing.
It was quite difficult to do anything more with her as Lori had hooked up with an extremely jealous and controlling guy early in her high school years. Not only was the guy obnoxious, he was huge, playing linebacker on the football team. Of course, I did my best to avoid him.
So, me, I pretty much was a group of one, not fitting with either of the two groups. Nor with the punkers either.
On that fateful day, not seeing him around, Lori and I had a brief conversation between classes. It was simply a "hi, how's it going" type of chat. I cracked a joke of some sort, Lori laughing and patting me on the arm. We parted ways, neither one of us probably giving any further thought to the matter.
We were seen though as I was to find out later. Not by linebacker Fred but by one of his muscle bound cronies. I imagine he mentioned it to Fred, probably exaggerating the details of our meeting.
The final bell of the day signaled the clearing of the classes. Being free of the restrictions enacted by the school board, I was walking down the stairs to the main floor checking my phone for messages and other things of great import. I wasn't really paying any attention to the world around me. I was so engrossed in my phone that I didn't even notice Fred standing ahead of me on the landing between floors. That is, until I bounced off his brick wall of a body. Fred helped me bounce by shoving me hard against the wall causing me to hit my head.
"Look, asshole," said Fred, "I've warned you before about bothering my girlfriend." He shoved me again, and again, causing me to hit my head against the wall.
"I haven't bothered Lori," I said.
"You were today! My buddy told me." Another shove led to more head banging against the wall.
"You were told wrong, Fled," I slurred.
Not paying any attention to the change in my speech pattern or my mispronunciation of his name, Fred shoved me even harder against the wall. More head banging.
"You stay away from her, asshole," said Fred as he gave me a final shove. And, more head banging occurred.
Fred walked away with a final threatening snarl. I stood against the wall on the landing waiting for the dizziness I was suddenly feeling to subside. When I felt I had myself under control, I tried to step away from the wall. A huge wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, causing me to stumble. Luck sure wasn't smiling on me that day since I tripped and fell the remaining flight of stairs.
I don't know how much later it was but I awoke in a hospital setting. My mom was holding my hand. She smiled down at me as soon as she realized my eyes were open.
"Are you okay, Baby?" she asked.
Before I could answer, Mum rang the bell for the nurse. The nurse entered the room so quickly she must have been right outside my door. As she checked my vitals, she too asked me if I was okay.
"My head hurts," I said.
"It should hurt," said the nurse. "You took quite a tumble down those stairs."
Mum squeezed my hand hard as I noticed, for the first time that she had been crying. I squeezed back assuring my mother that I was fine.
The nurse said, "I'll get the doctor," and left the room.
"I'm okay, Mum," I reassured her. "Just my head hurts."
The doctor entered the room and began the standard doctor shit asking my name, the year, the president's name while shining his flashlight in my eyes. He instructed me to hold my arms straight out while he tried to push down on them, pull up on them, push them together, push them apart. Like I said, the standard doctor shit.
He asked the nurse if my X-rays had come back. She slid them into the wall mounted viewer and he studied them thoughtfully. I saw him point at a specific place on my skull and mutter to himself.
"Well, son," he began, the chump probably less than ten years older than me, "You incurred a slight concussion when your head bounced down the stairs."
"Funny, fucker," I thought to myself.
"Is it serious, Doctor?" asked my mother.
"I don't think so but let's keep him here for a few hours observation and see what, if anything, develops."
With that, he turned away, leaving the room, followed by the nurse. Mum stepped close to me, cradling my head to her bosom. I felt another wave of nausea overcome me. I closed my eyes willing the world to stop spinning.
I opened my eyes hearing the nurse had returned. "Don't let him go to sleep. He needs to stay awake," she said turning on her heels and leaving again.
The hours passed slowly as they always do in a hospital setting. Mum stayed at my side continuing to cradle me against her while rocking me gently. She didn't even ask me any stupid questions about what happened. I love my mother.
Finally, the doctor returned, checked me over again and announced I could go home. Repeating that I had a slight concussion, he prescribed lots of bed rest for a few days but not a lot of sleep. For tonight, he wanted Mum to wake me every two hours to make sure I was coherent. Tomorrow night, every six hours, the following night I could sleep straight through. I could return to school the day after that.
Mum gushed her happiness at his diagnosis and thanked him over and over for his fine work taking care of me. Sheesh.
Mum and I went home and followed his instructions. By the appointed day, I was more than ready to go back to school. Of course, one of the first people I met was brickhead Fred. He lumbered towards me in a threatening manner.
"You better not have mentioned our little thing to anyone," he said to me.
"I wish you would run head first into a wall," I thought to myself.
Fred put his head down, launching himself at the nearest wall. I stood there, jaw hanging open, and watched the huge ass run headfirst into the school's cement wall. Fred fell back laying flat on his back. He struggled unsuccessfully to find his feet.
I didn't understand what happened but I knew I didn't want to be around when Fred came to his senses. Since school was starting, I moved as quickly as I could to my homeroom. It wasn't very long before I could hear the siren of an approaching ambulance.
My second class of the day was with the twin, Ms. Ariella and history was her subject. Today was review day with her leading us through a recap of the previous month's studies. There was no need for me to pay a lot of attention so I didn't.
I allowed my mind to wander. Every once in a while, Ms. Ariella would do something to bring my focus back to the classroom. There was still nothing new in the subject matter nor was there anything new in Ms. Ariella's attire.
Just before the bell sounded, signifying the end of class, a fleeting thought passed through my mind.
"She should wear her hair down like her sister," I thought. With that I headed on to my next class, algebra. I was a whiz at algebra finding it fun and challenging.
Later, in the cafeteria, at lunch, I was sitting by myself as usual, when I noticed Ms. Ariella walking towards the teachers' table with her lunch tray. Not really thinking much of it, I casually noticed that she had let her hair down.
The rest of the day was relatively excitement free. There was, of course, gossip and questions about Fred's meeting with the concrete wall. Thankfully, my name was never mentioned or connected with the event.
At home that evening, after supper, I lounged in the livingroom watching some TV. Mum was in her chair watching TV with me. Needing to go pee, I climbed to my feet. Before I could even take a step, a wave of dizziness overcame me, causing me to fall back on the couch.
Mum noticed me fall and raced to my side. She started interrogating me as to what happened before saying, "Maybe we should go back to the hospital."
"No, Mum," I said. "I'm okay. I was just dizzy for a minute."
She thought it over for a minute or two before giving in to me.
"Well, let's get you to bed then. You can watch TV in your room."
She insisted on helping me to my bed. I guess I was a minimalist by nature in my high school years. I didn't have my walls covered in a host of trashy posters like many guys my age. My room consisted mostly of a double bed, a TV on top of my dresser, and a computer on my desk. I liked it that way.
I moved to lay down on the bed when Mum stopped me. Telling me, I should get undressed for bed in case I fell asleep, I pulled my shirt over my head. The dizziness struck me again as I was trying to get out of my pants. Mum grabbed me before I could fall down.
She helped me to sit on the edge of my bed. Assisting me with my pants, Mum knelt down in front of me. As she leaned over, I saw her top gape open giving me a quick glimpse of the top of her breasts.
I thought to myself, "Mum has great tits." She looked up at me and smiled before pulling my pants down the rest of the way and off. I lay back on my bed. Mum told me to scoot over saying she would stay with me for a while before getting in bed with me.
Mum was a MILF. Not drop dead gorgeous or anything but very attractive and well built. With her leaning against the headboard, watching TV, I rolled over and cuddled up to her. I enjoyed the warmth from her body. Mum must have been uncomfortable as she adjusted her position leaving my head laying on her breasts.
The TV wasn't grabbing my attention leaving my mind free to wander. As with any teenaged boy, I naturally thought of sex, specifically boobs. Mum's boobs to be more specific. This wasn't the first time I had thought of them as my mother had been the focus of some of my masturbatory fantasies over the years.
"Mum has great tits," I thought to myself. Mum pulled me even tighter against her breasts.
"I should ask her if she breast fed me as a baby," I thought.
Mum said, "This reminds me of you nursing my breasts when you were a baby."
I moved my arm in order to hug her to me. Releasing the hug, I left my arm to fall across her tits.
Mind still wandering, I asked myself if they felt different now than when I was a baby sucking those boobs. Mum moved my hand so that it was resting on her tit. She squeezed my hand which, in turn forced me to squeeze her tit.
Not always the brightest crayon in the package, especially when it came to sex, it seeped into my mind that Mum was hearing me and doing what I was talking about. I thought I was just thinking the erotic thoughts but I concluded I must actually be talking to myself.
Although embarrassed that Mum had overheard me talking about her boobs, it didn't cause me to change the direction of my thoughts. I was sure I wasn't speaking aloud when I wondered what it was like to have my mother's nipple in my mouth.
I knew I hadn't said the words, just thought them, when Mum started twisting and turning in order to do that mysterious thing women do to remove their bras without taking their tops off first. With her bra tossed on the floor, her nipples poking through her blouse, and my mouth close upon them, I acknowledged my desire to kiss them.
Just like in one of my masturbation fantasies, Mum tugged her blouse up forcing me to lift my head in order to get it all the way up. More twisting and turning later, Mum placed my head back on her now naked tits. I was sure I was dreaming as a result of Mum being so close to me in my bed.
This wasn't a dream I was going to miss out on by doing something stupid like waking up. Instead, I cupped my hand around one of my mother's boobs and squeezed it. After a few moments, I began to tug and pinch the nipple furthest from my mouth. That nipple found its way between my lips in order for me to suck on the rock hard adornment to her tit.
Thinking of rock hard made me realize my dick was also rock hard. I wanted to grip it in my hand while continuing to suck on Mum's tit. I worried though that if I made any move towards jerking off, I would wake up and find mom gone.
Determined to prolong the fantasy I returned my attention to my mother's tits and nipples. I spent my time gloriously enjoying her attributes. Mum rolled over to face me more. This gave me freer access to her beautiful boobs. My fantasy took an even better turn when I felt my mother's hand on my dick. The intensity of the feeling forced me to gasp, pulling even more tit into my mouth.
This was like many of my earlier fantasies but it felt much more real this time around. In my fantasy, Mum began to stroke my hard cock. With all the vigour of a teenager, my dick was rock hard and standing up proudly.
Still afraid to interrupt the fantasy, I returned my attention to my mother's breasts. Breasts? Hell, no! They were usually breasts, right now though, they were tits. My mother's awesome tits. I licked her tits, nipping them wherever my mouth could reach. Using my only free hand, I cupped them, squeezed them, pulled on them. This was a glorious dream.
I wanted to kiss her, to make out with my mother. Just the thought of it made my cock flex in her hand. Since this was my dream, my fantasy, I was not surprised when my mother adjusted her position putting her lips close enough for me to reach hers with mine.
Mum made the first move. She pushed her face right up to mine and began with a series of motherly kisses on my mouth. They were sweet, unhurried, and comfortable. Yet, as time passed, they increased in passion, lasting longer, less sweet, more erotic.
I could feel the remnants of my mother's lip gloss on my lips. I could receive flashes of the cherry flavouring. Mum's lips opened slightly allowing her tongue to escape its confinement. In between the passionate kisses, my mother's tongue traced my lips. I returned the favour. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth giving it little nibbles with her teeth. Not painful at all, simply erotic, extremely erotic.
The oral prelude continued. Snaking my hand around her body, I was able to put my hand on my mother's bum. This was another new feeling for me. This fantasy was absolutely the best! My cock was still flexing, still swelling. I wanted to cum but I didn't want to cum right then. I didn't want the dream to end too quickly. I couldn't imagine real life foreplay being any more intense than this dream.
Still making out with Mum, I was also enjoying her ass. It felt smooth, it felt firm, it felt muscular. I knew I would want to kiss her butt sometime soon. Not right then as my lips were occupied with enjoying Mum's tongue probing between my lips. Our tongues met in a passionate dance. They moved around each other, we sucked on each other's tongue.
I moved my hand enough to slip it under Mum's waistband. My mind was screaming that I wanted skin on skin contact with my mother's ass. The feeling of those cheeks in my hand were pushing me to my limits. Trying as hard as I could to postpone the impending explosion, I knew I needed to cum soon.
My body arched against my mother. My hand in her pants pulled Mum as close to me as it could. Our tongues switched from a dance to a duel jabbing in and out of her mouth. My cock flexed one last time in Mum's hand before exploding all over her.
"One hell of a jerk off session that was," I thought. "I hope I can do it again."
With those memories captivating my mind, I performed the typical next step for a guy. I went to sleep.
It was the sun shining into my eyes through the open window of my bedroom that woke me up. Almost immediately, I realized something wasn't right. Something was off kilter. Opening my eyes, I realized my mother was still cuddled up to me. My hands were still down her pants, she was still topless, her hand on my dick, and cum spattered all over her.
Oh my fucking gawd! It wasn't a dream! What the fuck???? How did this happen? No wonder it felt so real, it was so fucking real.
I gasped out, "Mum." Slowly my mother opened her eyes. Looking straight into mine, Mum smiled and said, "Good morning, Love. Did you sleep well?"Before I could even begin to think of a logical response to the question, Mum kissed me. Although not passionate, it was a long deep kiss, much more than a mother and son kiss. Out of sheer reflex, I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer to me.
I started to make the kiss more passionate. I didn't know how this all happened but I was just going to go with it. Mum had different ideas though.
"You need to brush your teeth, Captain Morningbreath," she said. Pushing back, she looked down at the sticky mess on her stomach.
"I need a shower," Mum said with a smile. "You coming with me?"
I gulped and nodded. My mother climbed out of my bed and held her hand out to me. Without hesitation I took it in mine and walked to her ensuite bathroom with the big walk in shower.
Soon enough we were both under the spray of hot water. I simply stared at my mother's body appreciating all of her MILF qualities. Beautiful C cup tits with just the hint of sag. The tantalizing sight of her shaved bare pussy. I wanted to kiss this mother of mine. Remembering her admonishment from earlier, I held my head up to the shower, allowing hot water to spray into my mouth. I swirled the water around before leaning in to kiss my mother.
She returned the kiss with about as much passion as I could handle. Once again, my cock was in its hardened condition. Continuing to kiss her, I trailed my hands all across her bare back before allowing them to come to rest on her ass. It was such a fine ass. Still kissing and spearing our tongues into each other's mouth, I left her ass behind to allow my hands to find their way to the cleft between her thighs.
Mum spread her legs and cocked one up giving me a good view of her pussy. I began to rub my hand against her smooth skin. Further exploration allowed my finger to enter my mother's pussy. Finger fucking my mother, who'd have thunk!
Exploring further, I found her little button at the top of her cunt. I rubbed it vigorously. Enjoying this freedom, I knew my mother was going to have an orgasm very soon. Gingerly, I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into Mum's pussy. She was already excreting fluids, I loved the taste and the texture of them.
I sucked her little rosebud between my lips in order to lash it with my tongue. The feeling of knowing I was going to make my mother orgasm with my tongue was so awesome. It was such an exhilarating feeling. Plus this would be the first time I ever tasted a pussy especially my own mother's cunt. Yup, I was still a virgin.
Mum's orgasm flooded my mouth with her juices. As hard as a rock myself, my knees almost buckled though. Mum realized my difficulty in time to help me climb back to my feet. She supported me out of the shower, easing me to a sitting position on the toilet.
Mum had the best towels. They were so soft and so fluffy. The towel felt wonderful against my skin. Kneeling down in front of me, my mother nudged my legs apart far enough that she could dry my groin. She particularly seemed to like drying my cock and balls. In fact, she even planted a kiss on the head of my cock. She seemed to want to lick my cock but I found the fortitude to prevent her.
"Mum, I'm woozy. I think I need to lie down again."
"Of course, baby. Let Mummy help you."
My mother helped me only as far as her king sized bed. Once I was comfortably ensconced, she left me to make coffee and some toast for my breakfast. She came back carrying a tray with the desired sustenance. Especially the coffee. Coffee was and is and always be the elixir of the gods in my opinion.
I must have dropped off earlier because I hadn't noticed Mum putting on her terrycloth robe before she went to the kitchen. When she slipped it off her shoulders I realized I hadn't seen her put on her sexy nightgown either. I had never seen this one before. It was satin and lace with the lace emphasizing her breasts and groin area.
Mum climbed onto the bed with me, flicking on the TV to CNN, and we had our coffees and breakfast. There was no mention of me going to school. Mum didn't work outside the house since we were well off from the insurance payout on my father's life. He was involved in a car accident that killed him when I was still a toddler. I didn't remember him at all.
"Your dad would be so proud of you. He always wanted you to go to college and you made it on the early acceptance list," said Mum.
"Huh?" I thought to myself. "Why would she bring him up at this particular moment?"
"Mum, don't you think this is strange?" I asked her.
"You're absolutely right," she said. "I don't know why you sleep all alone in your bedroom when I have this big, comfortable bed we could be sharing?"
"This is just so fucking..." I didn't know how to describe it. What word should end the sentence.
"I agree," said Mum has she took the empty coffee cup from my hand. Placing both hers and mine on the bedside table, Mum swung her body around straddling my legs.
"We should be fucking, Baby," she said to me. With that, she pulled the negligee off her sexy MILF body. I was definitely surprised but I certainly wasn't going to argue. My mother was going to take my virginity. Hot damn.
Just hearing those words from my mother's mouth, "We should be fucking," was enough to make me hard. Watching her swallow my dick as a prelude to fucking me was simply fucking awesome. She sucked on me long enough to make me as hard as I could ever get before taking me in hand, putting my little head at the entrance to her pussy and sinking down on my cock.
I wish I could say I lasted for hours. I doubt I lasted a full dozen strokes. Mum's cunt was just too warm for me, it fit like a velvet glove around my prick. Soon, too soon, too fucking soon, I was spraying my cum into my mother's pussy.
I didn't understand what was happening. It was really just unfuckingbelievable. My mind couldn't take it all in. I needed to give this some thought. As soon as I wake up.I wish I could say I lasted for hours. I doubt I lasted a full dozen strokes. Mum's cunt was just too warm for me; it fit like a velvet glove around my prick. Soon, too soon, too fucking soon, I was spraying my cum into my mother's pussy.
I didn't understand what was happening. It was really just unfuckingbelievable. My mind couldn't take it all in. I needed to give this some thought. As soon as I wake up.
At school, it was as if nothing had ever happened. As I walked the halls on my way to class, no one spoke to me which was pretty par for the course. The penalty, or the reward, of not having friends. I nodded to the occasional face I knew from shared classes. As usual, I was bored off my ass.
Things perked up for me in anticipation of being able to dream about Ms. Ariella through her history class. Taking my seat midway in the classroom, I focused on what was going on outside the huge windows. Even when Ms. Ariella began speaking, I continued watching some birds that flew into my view. I didn't have to pay attention to the classwork since I had already made early acceptance at my preferred college. So, I didn't.
The ringing of the bell indicating the end of class dragged my attention back to the classroom. There were a handful of good looking women in the class that I was able to surreptitiously ogle while we all gathered up our assorted shit.
As I was leaving the class, Ms. Ariella put her hand on my arm telling me she wanted to speak with me. Rather impatiently, I waited for my classmates to leave and my teacher to say whatever she wanted to say.
"Rick," she started, "I heard you received your early acceptance letter."
"Yup," I said nodding my head vigorously. Gently replaced vigorously as my head started to swim. I guess, I sort of stumbled, being caught and propped up by my teacher. A moment or three passed before I could stand unaided by my teacher or the wall.
When Ms. Ariella was satisfied I was all right, she returned to her previous point of contention with me. One thing about teachers is that they possess one track minds.
"As I was saying, Rick, I know you are on the early acceptance list but that doesn't mean you can just space out during my class."
Feigning a suitable amount of chastening, I assured my teacher I would do better and left the classroom. In the hallway, it dawned on me that she was wearing her hair down.
Later that day, in Ms. Meloday's class, there was no looking out the window. This twin, the ultimate of hotness, could not shake my attention from her clothing and the body it enhanced. Having been introduced to the joys of sex by my mother, it seemed that it had conquered my mind and my imagination.
My daydreams of Ms. Meloday seemed much more vivid and enticing than previously imagined. Wearing her bright red, above the knee length skirt, I focused on her legs, scanning them from her stilettoes to hem. I really wanted to see more of them.
As class continued and I became more bored, except for my daydreams, I must have come to Ms. Meloday's attention. She called on me to answer a question that I had not even heard asked. When trying to pull the right response out of me failed, Ms. Meloday announced to one and all listening that I needed to stay after class.
Sometime later, with the classroom abandoned by all the students, it was just me and Ms. Meloday left. She pointed to an empty student desk at the front of the class close to her desk. Sitting behind it, she started to dress me down.
"Rick, you are not paying attention in my class. That is not right."
I was paying attention. I was paying attention to her and not to the classwork. I couldn't tell her that though.
"Yes, Ms. Meloday," I said.
The center panel of her desk was open, giving me a view of her legs tucked under the desk. They were probably the sexiest legs I had ever seen. Once again, I was lost in terms of paying attention to what this sexiest of teachers was saying.
"Rick," she said, "up here." Ms. Meloday snapped her fingers regaining my attention.
"We need to do something about this, young man. It can't continue," she said.
I wanted it to continue just the way it was though. I had a chubby growing simply from admiring her legs. I wished the school board allowed shorter skirts for their teachers. I wanted to see further up Ms. Meloday's thighs.
"Typically, we are able to keep a student's attention through their final year of high school by the unspoken threat of them receiving poor grades."
I guess my sexy teacher realized I wasn't paying attention again. My eyes had drifted back to her stocking clad legs once again. I really wanted to see more of them.
"Rick!" she snapped at me. Dragging my gaze away from Ms. Meloday's legs, I looked at her in silence.
"With your early acceptance to university, that threat has been obviated. I don't know what we can do with you at this stage."
I knew. All she needed to do for me was to continue allowing me to ogle her legs. Ms. Meloday matched my silence with her own. Not able to fight it any longer, my eyes drifted down under her desk once again.
Fuck me! Ms. Meloday had pulled her skirt further up her legs. I was seeing more of her than I had ever seen before. Her skirt was high enough now that I could make out the elastic holding her thigh high stockings in place.
I thought I could just make out her panties even though I knew I really couldn't. It was too dark under the desk. But, I was drinking in everything I could see. This hot, young teacher was showing me much of what I wanted to see. Typical male teenager that I was, I wanted to see more though.
I think Ms. Meloday had continued speaking to me while my focus was elsewhere. The next thing I heard from her though was, "Do you have any suggestions as to what can be done to ensure you are continuing to learn for these last few months of the school year?"
With that, she took to her feet, adjusted her skirt, and walked towards me. Coming to the front of her desk, my wet dream of a teacher leaned back on the desk with her legs pushed out front.
"The usual reward for paying attention in class is good grades. That is not working in this case."
My eyes kept drifting from her legs to her eyes. I knew what she could offer me in terms of a reward. She could show me her legs up close and personal. I would study hard for that kind of reward.
"I've been considering what I could offer you as an inducement, Rick," said the gloriously sexy teacher.
Saying that, this twin, this goddess of alluring sexiness, reached down to the hem of the skirt. Slowly, far too slowly, she pulled the skirt up her legs. I was seeing her legs as far up her body as I had seen them under the desk. But now, they weren't in shadow.
I could clearly see the elastic of her stockings now. My mouth dropped open when my teacher began to caress her legs from knees to thighs.
"Could this be a reward for your attention in class, Rick?" she asked me.
The only response I could formulate was to nod my head vigorously. Again, I was forced to restrain myself as I began to feel a rush of dizziness. I looked from the woman's legs to her face and back again.
"Well, Rick, will this do it for you?"
I gathered saliva in my mouth in order to respond verbally.
"Yes, Ms. Meloday, it is a fabulous reward."
"Will you promise to pay attention in my class then?" the teacher asked as she spread her legs slightly.
I could definitely see her panties at this point.
"I promise, Ms. Meloday," declared this completely awe struck teenaged student.
"Good," she replied as she gathered herself together before returning to her seat behind the desk.
"That will be all for today, Rick, I'll be watching for you to prove you are a man of your word tomorrow."
A little disappointed at being summarily dismissed, I grabbed my book bag and left the classroom. My disappointment was quickly dismissed as I remembered the display, Ms. Meloday had put on for me.
I passed the other twin in the hallway on my way to my locker. Nodding at her, I said good night, continuing past her. I couldn't help but wonder if she would look like her sister underneath the frumpy clothes. I know I wanted to find out. Ms. Ariella gave me an odd look as she passed me by.
Back at home, things were back to normal. Mom was in front of the television watching the early newscast. Her clothing was normal as well. Curled up in the corner of the couch, she was wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt I had grown out of some years ago.
Mom looked up to ask me how my day had gone. There was a suspicious tone in her voice.
"It was just a normal day, Mom," I answered. "Nothing unusual," I lied.
"I received a phone call from one of your teachers today."
Oh shit, this couldn't be good.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Ms. Franklin called me."
Nope, not good. One of the twins.
"Which one?" I asked. "There are two Ms. Franklins."
"Ms. Ariella."
I let out a sigh of relief. I was afraid Ms. Meloday had ratted me out.
"She wants to see us after school tomorrow," continued Mom.
"What for?" I asked.
"She says you are not paying attention in class and wants to discuss remedies to the situation."
I could live with that. It wasn't like what happened between Ms. Meloday and me. Nothing inappropriate happened between the frumpy sister and me.
"You need to concentrate on your classes, Rick. Even though you have early acceptance at university, you can't slack off."
"Yes, Mom," I agreed. "I'm going upstairs to get changed."
"I'll start dinner now," said Mom as she climbed to her feet.
Being polite, I reached out a hand to help her up. Teasing my mother, I gave a hard yank on her arm. She yipped in protest as she crashed into me. I loved feeling her tits squashed against my chest. With a chuckle I let her go. Mom smacked me playfully across the shoulders, walking towards the kitchen.
I just had to stop there and admire her ass. The yoga pants made such a display of it. Contoured to her shape, separating each cheek, her ass was eminently admirable. Mom waggled her ass out of the room as if she had heard my thought. I definitely wanted to get her bottom in my hands and mouth.
Upstairs, in my room, I did the little bit of homework I felt was necessary. I actually had to struggle with a part of it. Perhaps everyone was correct when they said I still had things to learn before entering university. Sheesh, I hated when that happened. Everyone else being right, I mean.
Mom called me as supper was getting close to being on the table. I found her in the kitchen with her back to me, standing on her toes, reaching for something in the cupboard. As I walked over to help her, I thought how good her ass would look in her stilettoes at this particular moment.
She was a fabulous cook. Mom had produced one of our regular meals, hamburger stew over mashed potatoes, and I scarfed it down quickly. Even had seconds. I couldn't hold back a burp as I finished eating. My phone toned indicating an incoming message.
It was a text from my buddy letting me know that a group of my friends, male and female, were going to the movies that night. He especially mentioned a girl named Holly that I had a small crush on. Before responding I asked Mom if she had any objections to me going out.
"Well, Ricky, you can go if you like. I hoped we would be able to enjoy a movie night ourselves though," she responded.
Movie night? Cuddled up on the couch with my own MILF? After last night's events, how could I pass on it? I texted my buddy back telling him my mother would prefer I not go out tonight. He texted back that I was a wimp and that Holly would be disappointed. I almost changed my mind but I didn't want to miss a chance to spend quality time with my mother.
Telling her movie night was a great idea, she gave me a big grin.
"Okay, mister, you tidy up the kitchen and I'm going to go get cleaned up."
Without hesitation, I began to gather up the dishes to place them in the dishwasher along with the two waiting pots. It only took me five minutes to make the kitchen spic and span. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I heard Mom's shower running. I decided it wouldn't hurt for me to shower as well.
About twenty minutes later, I was back downstairs wearing just a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I was going through the Pay Per View listings when Mom came down the stairs. Immediately, I knew that staying home with Mom had been the right decision.
My sexy mother was wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. I think her top was called a basque. It went from her chest to her waist, bright mango in colour, and cupping her breasts, holding them up and out. The only covering was over her nipples. She was wearing the stilettoes I loved seeing her in.
Raising my eyes from her feet upwards, I especially liked her stockings attached to the garters hanging from her basque. Her thong panties, matching the mango colour of the basque were just a tease. With Mom pirouetting, I saw that her ass was fully displayed since the rear of her thong narrowed to a tiny strip of material tucked into the cleft between her bottom cheeks.
Man oh man, this woman was immeasurably beautiful and the ultimate in erotic display of her womanly charms. She was looking over her shoulder at me seeing my reaction to her wriggling ass. My eyes were as wide open as they could be, drinking in the hot exhibition.
No further thought of a movie crossed my mind. I could not possibly think of anything except my Mom flaunting her body. Still looking over her shoulder, Mom took steps backwards toward me, the muscles in her legs flexing with each step she took.
She kept coming towards me ass first until she was standing between my widespread legs. I didn't wait for any further invitation than that. My hands went immediately to my mother's butt. I couldn't get over how great her legs looked as they segued into her cheeks. Mom's legs looked so toned and muscled in her high heels. The added height put her at the perfect height for me to simply lean forward in order to kiss and lick every part of her ass that wasn't covered by my roving hands. As I ran my tongue over her cheeks, I wondered how many sons in the world were able to show their love and lust for their mothers in just this fashion.
I grabbed a handful of each cheek, pulling them apart and then pushing them together. Still a part of her ass was hidden from me. Without asking permission, I pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifting each foot, one at a time, before tossing my mother's thong aside.
Now with the granting of full access, I pulled her cheeks apart again. My tongue began licking my mother's wonderful crack from top to bottom. I could hear my mother humming in appreciation of my tongue's work on her delightful ass.
After some ups and downs, I stopped at her asshole. Without even thinking about it, I pursed my lips and delivered my first kiss to my mother's ass. She was still humming her approval at me.
I decided the next logical move in making love to my fabulously erotic MILF was to treat her butt to some deep and passionate soul kisses. Hardening my tongue, I lunged into Mom's asshole. This was certainly new ground for me and I loved it. I continued spearing my tongue in and out of her bung hole.
Removing it, I glanced at the next target in my sexual conquest of my mother. Gently, I pushed her forward until she had to hold herself up with her hands on the coffeetable. This put my mother's glistening pussy right at lip level as well. Replacing my hands on her backside, I squeezed Mom's muscular thighs and pushed them aside enough to open her pussy wide enough for me to engage in more oral play.
Gawd, my mother's pussy smelt and tasted like the embodiment of sex. I could tell she had lightly sprigged herself with some sort of perfume. The perfume had the smell and taste of vanilla. I could also smell and taste her fluids, slightly salty, and absolutely the best tasting liquid ever to pass my lips.
Inserting my index finger between her pussy lips, I began a churning motion inside her. I was able to lick her fluids and run my tongue back up to her asshole. Mom's humming morphed into moans of pleasure.
Her sounds, the velvety feeling of her skin, and the taste of fine wine leaking around my finger penetrating her cunt, had my cock standing as tall as it could. Much as I was enjoying this oral play on my mother's ass and pussy, I was still an impatient male teenager.
With one hand on Mom's ass, I used the other one to work my sweats off my body. Fortunately, I hadn't bothered to put on briefs or boxers so my cock was free of all encumbrances. I tugged my Mom gently up and back towards me. I guided her hips until my cock was poised at the entrance to her welcoming cunt.
Realizing the next move was up to her, Mom slowly lowered herself until my dick was fully seated inside her sopping wet and warm pussy. As she lowered herself to meet me, I lunged upwards with as much force as I could muster. Withdrawing until my little head was the only part of me inside her, she slowly lowered herself again.
Leaving Mom to take charge of her son fucking her, I lifted my hands from her ass to her tits. The more my hands wandered her full C cups, the more my mothered increased the pace of our fucking. Mom's cunt was simply awesome. Every time, she lifted herself off my dick, Mom's muscles would tighten around my cock. Her lifting herself up felt like she was milking me.
It was too much for the next best thing to a virgin me. I couldn't hold back. I reached down to my nuts and tried squeezing them to distract me. Nope, nada, I was going to cum shortly. I could feel my sperm gathering at the base of my cock, readying itself to spew into my mother's waiting cunt.
Mom must have felt it. Her moans of ecstasy changed to yips and yikes signifying even greater levels of sexual enjoyment. As my prick began to explode ropes of cum into her, Mom screamed and locked down on my cock. My hands dug into my mother's tits. I could feel the waves of her fluids squelching past my dick, leaking onto my thighs.
I bellowed, Mom shrieked. Both of us gave ourselves over to our sexual climaxes. Eventually, mother and son both exhausted, she leaned back against me. Mom twisted her neck around in order to kiss me. We exchanged a round of deeply passionate kisses as our bodies began to recover from their erotic endeavours. I had the oddest feeling in my cock as it shrank, sliding out its newfound home in my mother's pussy.
The rest of the evening passed in the normal fashion. Normal, that is, if you consider a mother and her teenage son showering together, normal. In the shower, Mom sucked my rod to steel hard strength and brought me to my second cum of the night. I returned the favour by finger fucking her while nibbling on her clit. Normal if you consider a mother and son sleeping together, naked in Mom's bed.
There was no sense of anything amiss after spending the night spooning my mother's naked body. Waking up that morning felt great! I felt like I had reached full manhood after fucking my mother twice in one day. I wanted today to follow the same course as yesterday but decided I needed coffee first.
Stopping in my room long enough to put on my robe, I went downstairs to join my mother in the kitchen. She was standing at the sink fiddling with something in front of her wearing her soft, terry towel robe. I walked up behind her, slipped my hands into the robe to cup her boobs, and began to kiss her neck."Good morning, lover," Mom said to me.
"Good morning, Mom! Yesterday was so awesome. So fantastic," I said.
With a grin, Mom answered me. "I take it you enjoyed fucking your mother then?"
"It was the most fanfuckingtastic time of my life. I want to fuck you again right now."
"We can't right now. I have an appointment this morning and you need to be heading to school soon."
Shaking my head in disappointment, I took the coffee Mom offered me. I went upstairs and dressed for school. Soon, both Mom and I were heading out in opposite directions. Mom reminded me she would be seeing me that afternoon in Ms. Ariella's class for our parent teacher conference.
I didn't know what to think when I entered Ms. Ariella's regular class to find her twin sister standing there. Most of the class was already seated at their desks. I stopped momentarily to look Ms. Meloday's body up and down.
She was her normal sexy self. Standing near the front of the class and the door, she was sort of angled away from me. This gave me a good view of the sexiest teacher in the school from behind. Wearing a bright blue pencil skirt, her ever present stockings and high heels, I was quite impressed. The skirt was tight and cleaved to her ass displaying her panty lines. There was no hint of garters letting me know that her stockings were stayups.
Realizing that someone was behind her, Ms. Meloday turned towards me. She was wearing a powder blue top with enough cleavage showing to not exceed the school board's requirements for appropriate dress of female teachers. That damn school board and their parochial restrictions!
"Take your seat, Rick, you're holding everyone up," said the teacher.
Although identical twins, there was one distinct difference between the two, hot, teachers. Ms. Ariella's voice had a lower timbre, almost gravelly sounding. The twin standing in front of me was the normally frumpily dressed twin. I was shocked to see the difference in her. I stumbled as I crossed in front of her heading to my desk.
She looks just amazing today, I thought to myself. So fucking sexy. Ms. Ariella gave me a quick smile, at my stumble I thought, and licked her lips very sensuously. Since her back was to the class at this point, no one saw anything but me. Just before arranging myself at my desk, I pictured myself kissing those full, inviting lips of hers with her caught up in my embrace, my hands on her ass.
Yup, chubby time.
The class time flew past me. I had no idea whatsoever about the discussion. I was so focused on ogling her stunning, newly revealed figure that nothing else sunk into my mind. Some time was spent imagining my mother and teacher both displaying their bodies to me. I was startled into ending my reverie when the school bell rang, indicating the end of class.
Having gathered all my stuff together, I walked past Ms. Ariella who stopped me from leaving.
"I would like a word, Rick, please close the door."
Oh shit, what now? We were already scheduled for the parent teacher conference after school.
Returning to the teacher sitting at her desk, I waited to hear what I had done now. Ms. Ariella took to her feet, coming close enough to my personal space that I was uncomfortable.
"Rick," began the sexpot teacher, "I noticed you were taken aback when you first entered the classroom. What caused that reaction?"
"Umm...ahh..." I didn't know what answer was expected of me.
"Was it my wardrobe selection, Rick, that caused that reaction?"
Blushing profusely, I could only nod my head in agreement.
"Did you like the way my skirt hugged my ass, Rick?"
Absolutely no words came to my mouth this time. None. My head nodded as vigorously as possible. A small wave of dizziness came over me forcing the nodding to an end.
Ms. Ariella stepped right up to me, her breasts against my chest.
"Put your arms around me, Rick. I want you to feel my ass."
Having been taught to always respect my teachers and do as I was told, I complied with her instructions. My hands glommed onto Ms. Ariella's rear cheeks. She reached up, putting her arms around me, drawing me in for a kiss.
It wasn't a soul kiss but neither was it a peck. It was a warm and inviting kiss delivered by the full lips of my sexy teacher. It promised more, much more.
"I'll see you and your mother after school today," she said as she stepped away from our embrace.
I really didn't know what to say at that point. As Ms. Ariella turned back to her desk, I slowly made my way out the door to my next class. The rest of the day passed as if in slow motion.
Ms. Meloday's class was odd as well. Every time I checked out her hot body, I remembered fondling her sister's ass and the kiss promising more. I had to wonder if they were both identical under their clothing. Trying to clear my mind, I gave my head a shake causing another small wave of dizziness.
Immediately after my last class, I made my way to the main doors of the school to wait for my mother. She had already arrived, gaining the attention of most of the teenaged sexhounds milling around their lockers. It only took me a second to realize why my mother was the center of attention.
Her dress was formfitting, covering her from her neck to knees. Bright yellow, with black flecks throughout, the dress hugged her tits tightly and put her ass on exhibit for all the gawkers to appreciate. I suspect there were some disappointed faces when they saw me hug my MILF mother and receive a kiss from her ruby red lips.
Not even thinking of the appropriateness, or lack thereof, I took Mom by the hand, leading her to Ms. Ariella's classroom. Having heard me describe the twin teachers on prior occasions, Mom was startled at the difference in the woman standing before us.
"Come in, come in. I'm Ariella and I'm pleased to meet you."
"Thank you, I'm Angela and I'm pleased to meet you as well."
Mom held out her hand to Ms. Ariella who took it in hers. Both Mom and I were dumbfounded when my teacher, still holding Mom's hand, moved close enough to wrap her arms around my mother in a tight embrace.
Mom's hands hung straight down, she obviously didn't know what to do.
"I want us to be great friends," said my teacher, giving my mother a kiss similar to the one I had received from her earlier.
I didn't know how to react either. Especially when this sexiest of teachers pulled me into a threeway embrace. The kiss she gave me that time involved tongue. She pushed her way between my closed lips in order to search for my tongue. Ms. Ariella found it, starting a duel between the two of us. Without any real conscious thought, I put my arm around her, clasping her ass yet again.
Ms. Ariella's tongue exited my mouth only to perform the same actions on my mother. Again, without giving it any thought, I freed up my arm caught between Mom and I in order to grab my mother's ass as well. I didn't understand what was going on but I wasn't going to pass up on any opportunities with these two gorgeous creatures.
Ms. Ariella continued her oral advances on my mother and me, kissing first one and then the other with passionate tongue play. Soon enough, the hot teacher had her hands, both of them, on Mom's ass. I was sort of sidelined at the moment.
With the two women locked closely together, hands on asses, I stood back and watched this girl on girl makeout session. I had seen such in porn videos downloaded from the net but never, of course, in real life. My cock was throbbing from the unexpected display or eroticism.
My mouth dropped when Ms. Ariella swung my mother around, causing her to lean backwards on the teacher's desk. Ms. Ariella reached up to the zipper at the front of Mom's dress, dragging it down. I never knew the rasping sound of a zipper could have erotic connotations.
With the zipper fully opened, Ms. Mariella didn't wait. She spread Mom's dress open wide. The teacher pulled the crotch of Mom's panties to the side, planting her mouth on Mom's pussy.
With Mom's face now free of obstruction, I began my own makeout session with my MILF. Her tongue in my mouth seemed frantic, conveying how intense the feelings being generated by Ms. Mariella eating her pussy were.
It didn't take very long for Mom to orgasm. I guess it was the excitement of the situation, or maybe the terror of being caught, that took Mom right over the edge. It seemed every muscle in her body tensed up and locked down. I could hear Ms. Mariella slurping between my mother's thighs at the fluids Mom was leaking.
Moments later, both women collapsed against each other. Ms. Mariella held her arms up to me indicating she wanted help regaining her feet. When she was standing again, my teacher turned to me, planting a hugely passionate kiss on me. Her tongue slithered its way into my mouth giving me a taste of my mother's cunt juices.
Mom watched us for a moment or three before saying we should move the next phase of the encounter back to our house.
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