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Senior Moments Ch.6

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Jan CHAPTER 3

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Scout Part 2 (Chapters 2-3)

Chapter 2
The rest of the evening before bed was very interesting. I made dinner and we ate it front of the TV. When we had finished dinner, I stretched out along the couch sideways. Scout surprised me when she came over and curled up on my lap, with her head on my chest. I tensed up at the unexpected action. After a few minutes though, I relaxed and put my arm over her. We watched TV for a couple of hours, until I saw Scout start to yawn.
“Time for bed,” I said.
“I don’t wanna get up,” mumbled Scout. I could tell she was exhausted.
“Fine.” I slid my arms under her and scooped her up as I stood. I carried her up to my parents bedroom, were she was sleeping. I lay her on the bed.
“Are you going to change into your jammies, or do you want me to do it for you.” I said. Yesterday, I would have been sure she would have said no. She is usually very shy. Now that I had seen her without a shirt on though, I wasn’t so sure.
I heard something that sounded like “you” come from were her face was buried in the blankets.
“I guess that means me,” I said, and she nodded.
I pulled her shirt off over her head and off her raised arms.. I took off her pants and I gazed longingly again at her perfect mini tits. She was so cute, with her almost naked body stretched out for me to see. Her arms were above her head on top of a halo of hair. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was cracked open. I could see the outline of her tiny pussy through her frilly white panties. I wanted to fuck her right then, but then her eyes cracked open and I snapped out of my daze. I continued with my task, putting on her thin cotton shirt and pants.
I pulled the blankets over her and bent over her face. I meant, at least I think, to kiss her nose. She moved at the last second though and I kissed her mouth. I jerked back, but heard her mumble something like “no”, and she reached up with her head towards my retreating face. I figured that that meant she liked it, so I kissed her again, harder this time, and she kissed back. It was an incredible feeling, and I was slightly dazed as I walked out of her room.
Chapter 3
Later that night, at about ten, I was reading in bed when Scout poked her head into my room.
“What is it,” I asked.
“I can’t sleep. Can I come lay with you?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said and pulled up my covers.
She ran over and jumped in bed in front of me. She lay down, facing away from me, with her body bent so that we were spooning. With her little but up against my cock, I couldn’t keep it from getting hard. It stuck up in my pants, and pushed on her tiny ass. She moved, but not away. She started to slide her but up and down my dick. I was to surprised to do anything, and besides, it felt great.
“So, can I have more now?” Scout asked.
“More what?” I said, trying to concentrate.
“Cum. You said I could some more.
“Yes, I guess did. OK, I guess so.”
I pulled off my shirt, pants and underwear. I spread my legs, and she knelt between them, leaning over my dick.
“Will you take off your shirt again?” I asked cautiously.
“OK,” she said.
She took off her shirt, and said, “Can I just get naked too?”
I quickly nodded yes, and watched as she pulled off her pants. She put her hands on the sides of her little panties, but hesitate.
“Its OK,” I assured her.
She pushed down, and I got my first look at her preteen pussy. It was completely hairless. It was just a small mound between her legs with a slit down the middle, but it was beautiful. I started to jerk off as she watched me, and I watched her pussy. Just watching her beautiful body wasn’t enough though.
“I know how you could get more cum this time,” I said.
“How?” Scout said excitedly.
“You can do what I’m doing, but with your mouth. That way, you’ll get all the cum.”
She nodded quickly, and asked, “What should I do?”
“First, lick it in your mouth like a popsicle.”
she moved closer and grabbed my cock with her hands. Holding it steady, she licked my dick from base to tip. It felt so good that I started to moan.
“Now put it in your mouth. But be careful not to use your teeth. They hurt.”
She pulled my boner so it was pointing strait up, and then plunged it into her mouth. She could only get about half in, but the sudden warmth and moistness of her mouth made me thrust upward. The head of my dick touched the back of her mouth. She pulled up, but not out. She began to slide up and down my cock. Her wet lips squeezed my shaft. She used her tongue to play with my dick in her mouth. I began to trust again, in unison with her movement, pushing in further each time. I put my hands on the back of her head pushing down. As I got closer to cumming, we moved faster and faster. She was swallowing most of my cock with each thrust when I realized I was about to cum.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her.
I heard a muffled sound that I took as “Uh-hu”.
With one final thrust, I began to cum, squirt after squirt filling Scouts mouth. She swallowed what she could with my cock filling up her mouth, but some leaked out the sides and down her mouth. She kept sucking my cock until no more cum was left.
She sat up, and my softening dick finally popped out of her mouth. She used her tongue to lick up the escaped cum from her mouth and my balls. She lay down next to me and I gave her a long hard kiss on the mouth.

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The Lost Tribe, Part 2

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Mrs. Simms’s Chosen

Mrs. Simms. She was my English teacher in the tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades. I will never, ever forget her.
Mrs. Simms was in her mid to late forties when I had her. She was about five and a half feet tall, maybe a little shorter, with short dark brown hair and eyes to match. She wore a size one dress and had 34 triple D tits. Pure white teeth and a smile to die for. She could look sexy even if she dressed in one of those Muslim dress things, which she never did. In fact, I never saw her in anything less than a skirt that was way shorter than the dress code allowed, and a shirt that was two sizes two small.
She was very, very popular to say the least. I can’t imagine there were any guys that didn’t jack to her regularly, and it always seemed like more fathers went to meetings than usual. And she held a lot of meetings, let me tell you. Even the smallest “infraction” or “success” would lead to a “parent-teacher conference.” During eleventh grade I got to play voyeur in one of these “conferences.” She rubbed her leg up the man’s leg right there beneath the table as he sat next to his wife. She “accidentally” brushed her foot against the tent in his pants. She later told me she’d made a few guys cum like that, with a nice foot job beneath the table while a wife or girlfriend sat right there. She’d done the same to girls, but only those she felt wouldn’t run screaming to the principle. She could get away with a lot but had nearly gotten fired the first time she did that.
In classes she would act fairly normal. She liked to flash the class, which was nice, and during tests she would bend low over her desk, or look over the front of a student’s desk, giving everyone a great view. Sometimes she wore a bra and panties, but more often than not she didn’t.
There were a chosen few. Every two years she would choose a student from tenth grade, and the relationship would last through eleventh. Then she’d let the student suffer through twelfth grade knowing what some other kid was getting, always hoping that he’d get one more shot at that hot, wet cunt of hers. And it was always hot, always wet.
Everyone knew that she was a bit easy, but no one knew about her Chosen. Even one of us Chosen didn’t know. She told us in the very first week of school, though. The second day our paper would smell like her cunt. Every time we got a handout it would smell more like pussy, and eventually the paper would be crusty with her cunt juice. I don’t know how it went with everyone.
Mrs. Simms asked me to come into her office after school one day. When I got to her office she was in there with Peter Mert, a huge black kid. She had her hand on his lap and she was laughing softly. He wasn’t. He looked grief stricken, in fact. “Come in,” she said. “Pete and I were just saying good-bye.” She moved her hand to his crotch and rubbed it affectionately. I turned to go, but she stopped me. “Stay here, Jake. I can see you want to,” she added, looking down at the hard-on my pants couldn’t have hoped to hide.
“Come,” she said, patting the free chair in her office, also next to her, “sit down while I finish Peter.”
I moved to the chair, eyes wide and mouth open, as she opened the jock’s zipper. She had trouble fishing out his cock, so she ordered him to stand. He did, pulling his pants around his thighs as he did so. He was huge, mostly thick. His cock glittered with pre-cum, which she moved her fingers to swirl around the bulbous head. “I like to choose one every other year,” she explained, turning away from him. Her hand movements seemed to be on autopilot.
My eyes were still locked on the hand working on Peter’s thick cock. Her fingers tightened noticeably. “I want them to be able to focus Senior Year, though, so I let them go, choose a new one.” Her other hand she moved to my knee. “This year I choose you.” I glanced up from the black kid’s lap to his face. I could see the jealously. I swallowed nervously. “Ignore him,” she ordered. “He’s old news. You’re the new model.”
The hand on my knee rose to my chin, forcing me to face her. She leaned forward to kiss me, pressing her tongue between my lips. Peter moaned slightly as her hand left his cock, if only for a moment. “I’m sorry, Petey,” she said, reaching back around to pull on his dick again. She didn’t look at him still. She was still looking at me. “You need to get a girlfriend, of course.” She looked over my shoulder at the corner. “It’s much more fun that way.”
“Wha- uhm, what do you mean?”
“We’ll, you can’t talk, of course. That’s rule one.” She was jerking Peter’s cock harder now, faster, so when she asked, “Do you remember the second rule, Petey?” he gave no response. “Of course not. Silly little Petey.” She squeezed his cock hard, forcing precum from the tip. “You have to do what I want, when I want. That’s rule two. I don’t want to get bored. You don’t want me to get bored.” I nodded stupidly. “Actually,” she said, “those are the only two rules you really care about right now. Maybe more later.” I nodded again.
Her hand was moving toward my lap as she spoke. My breath was getting faster, shallower. Mrs. Simms’ smile was perfect. “I don’t know what you used to get in English, but you can be sure of an A from here on out.” She winked at me. “And I,” she finished, her hand grabbing my cock through my jeans, “will make sure you learn other things.” She pressed on my cock hard, pushing up. I think I was harder than I had ever been before.
My teacher moved both of her hands to my fly. A quick look showed me Peter’s look of pure hate. “Oh, don’t worry about Petey, he can handle himself.” She giggled girlishly. His hand reached for his cock, but she said, “Don’t do that!” He stopped like a deer caught in the headlights. “I know you like to jack off, but you can wait to do that at home or something.” Her hands were cold on my cock. I’d never felt so good and that was before she started moving her hand on my cock. She just used one. She reached back once more, then, and started to tug her former toy’s hard-on.
“W-why me?” I asked, barely able to form the words, let alone get them to leave my mouth. I had tunnel vision by this point, unable to really see anything other than the woman’s lips and the way her tongue slid along them. She was moving Peter’s cock far faster than she was moving mine, but I felt ready to explode already. I couldn’t imagine how he was holding back.
“Last time was big and black,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “This year, I decided to go with whoever was on the bottom of the stack of papers you turned in on day one. That was you, lucky boy-toy.” Her hand tightened around my cock. It felt like a cold, velvet vice. To quote the song, ‘it hurt so good.’ Mrs. Simms pulled her hand off Peter’s cock once again, putting it in front of my face. “Spit,” she ordered. “He really likes when someone is slobbering on his cock, don’t you, Petey?” When no immediate answer was forthcoming she looked over her shoulder once more. “Don’t you, Petey?”
“Yes, Mrs. Simms. Y-yes, ma’am.”
She turned back to me and smiled that perfect smile. “What do you like, Jakey?” She was squeezing hard again, forcing pre-cum out the tip of my cock with each stroke then rubbing it around the head, only to repeat the process. “Do you like a good, long hand-job?” I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, she asked, “Or maybe a nice blowjob?” I think I made an affirmative noise, but I’m not sure. “Petey here, he was boring. He liked fucking. He had experience before me. I like virgins better. You’re a virgin aren’t you, Jakey?”
Mrs. Simms leaned forward to kiss me again, forcing her tongue between my lips again. When she finally pulled away I tried to lean forward, but she was too fast. “You could be a voyeur, though… or maybe you like men? I saw the way you were looking at Petey’s cock when I started jacking him. You liked that, didn’t you? Seeing my small white hand on his big, fat cock? Look at it now,” she said. When I didn’t do so immediately she squeezed my cock extra hard. “’Now,’ I said.”
I did.
Her hand was moving fast, his cock slick with my spit and his own precum. He was humping up with his hips as if trying to fuck her hand. “See? You like it, Jakey, I know you do. He does, too. He likes when people watch. He likes lots of new things.” Again she leaned forward, and I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss. Instead, she whispered in my ear: “You will, too. Keep watching.”
Her hand was moving so fast I couldn’t keep up with it. I can’t imagine how she was doing that without seeming to pay attention at all.
Her lips were still next to my ear. Each breath she took I heard, and she could hear mine. I was so close to cumming. Peter was too. I could tell, the way he was desperately trying to fuck her fist. “You want to see him cum,” she asked, “don’t you? Want to see his big cock explode in my hand?” She was whispering so low I could barely hear. I could barely hear above the blood pounding out of my head directly to my dick. “Do you want to see white cum shoot from his big black prick? Want to see how high it shoots, how much of my hand it covers? Want to see my lick his warm, salty cum off my hand? Or maybe,” she loosed a giggle, “maybe you’d prefer I make him lick it off.”
I was staring at the tip of his wet, mushroom like head when he exploded. He let out a low groan that sounded almost like a cry of sorrow. Mrs. Simms must have felt him nearing his climax, because she had aimed his cock so that his jizz spewed up to his face, catching the underside of his jaw and leaving a trail down his shirt to his stomach. The second did likewise. She kept pumping. I don’t know where the rest of his cum landed. I think it was the “oops,” she whispered in my ear when he first came. Hell, maybe it was his cumming no more than a few feet from me. Whatever it was, I came harder than I had ever cum in my life.
I thrust up in her fist, and she relaxed her grip slightly, allowing me to spew my load. My had moved my cock so that it was pointed slightly to the side and away from me, toward the low table we were sitting at. She kept pulling my dick, encouraging me to release cum. My eyes were closed, I couldn’t breath. I remember seeing flashing lights in my head.
When I finally regained control of myself, she had leaned back away from me. “Oops,” she repeated. “You made a little mess.” She was stroking us both still, slowly, steadily. Both of her hands, both of our crotches, were soaked in loads of fresh cum. His cock, I noticed, had very little hair on it, and the black boy’s cum was pooling at his hips. I had never shaved, and my jizz-soaked pubes were stuck to my skin. I knew from experience that would be a bitch to clean later.
“Okay Peter,” she said, finally looking at him once more. “Thank you for cumming.” The teacher wiped her hand on his exposed leg, covering it in his own cum. “Remember,” she said once her hand was mostly clean, “if you’re a good boy we might be able to do this again some time.” She turned back to me, winked, and then returned her attention to him. “Leave,” she snapped. “I’m finished with you.”
“But Mrs. Si-“
“No buts,” she insisted, frowning at him. “Or cunts, if I know your girlfriend.” His girlfriend was known as being very faithful to her virginity. How he had come by her still amazes me (although they did break up not long after). He still didn’t move. She squeezed my cock one last time, covering her fingertips in my cream. She licked it off gingerly, then shoved the hand under his nose. “If you’d like I can feed you some of Jakey’s cum. Is that why you’re waiting?”
His head lashed away, and the chair soon followed. “No,” he said, yanking his pants up. The look on his face told me I would probably be dead in less than a day. Maybe the minute I walked out of the office.
“No?” I could see that she arched an eyebrow.
“No, Mrs. Simms.”
Peter seemed about to say more but thought better of it. “You have a little something…” She touched her chin, then rubbed it in by trailing a hand down her chest and stomach, “there.” She then reached out, rubbing his cock through his pants again. A small stain appeared where his cum had been gathering and I saw his cock expand again. “Give me a kiss before you go,” she said. The beauty pointed at the cum I had managed to get on her cheek. The hopeful look turned to one of disgust, but he did what she asked. When he pulled away, the white cream was gone. “Okay, go away now.” She pushed one of her fingers, covered in my jizz, into her mouth as she turned away dismissively.
Peter turned and stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him. “Such an angry young man,” my English teacher said, putting another finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. “I suppose you would be too if your girlfriend didn’t put out.” She laughed. Another finger. I was watching her lick my cum off her hand after she had just jacked me and a senior off simultaneously! Had that really happened?
I looked down at my cum-covered stomach, the pubic hair stuck together, my cock flopped wetly to the side. It had! “I… I don’t under…. Stand,” I managed to get out. I was still over-awed by the view I now had of my cock.
She was finished with her hand now, and moved around the table. She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she bent low over the table and started to lick my jizz off its surface. She watched me as I did this. I watched her, even more in awe. She was licking my cum off a table. By the time she finished I was hard as stone again. I was hyper-focused on her mouth again. I imaging stuffing my cock in, thrusting hard and fast until I exploded into her mouth filling it with my seed.
Oh god, how I wanted to.
There was a knock on the door, and I knocked my chair over trying to get up, to pull my pants closed, and to hide what had happened. I didn’t realize until she said, “Come in,” that she had taken out one massive, grapefruit-sized tit and was gently rubbing around the nipple. My jaw dropped. Mrs. Glitzke entered and didn’t seem to be surprised by the gratuitous display of illegal behavior. Was she in on it too? “Hi.” My teacher smiled and walked around the table. “This is my new toy.”
She seated herself behind the desk in her office. Using her firm legs to slide the chair out from behind it, I got a beautiful view of that beautiful, hairless cunt. It seemed red, almost swollen with anticipation.
I looked between Mrs. Simms pussy and Mrs. Glitztke. Glitzke was our principal. She was getting on, maybe mid-fifties with an almost schoolmarmish appearance. Apparently just for show. She seated herself in the chair next to me, the one recently vacated by the teacher. I could tell she was uncomfortable being there. She refused to look at me. So I turned to stare at the cunt splayed before me.
Like all the other guys in school, I had seen that pussy before, but now I could really focus on it. Her clit was engorged with blood, sticking out from the folds of her pussy obscenely. It looks like a mountain range set between two hills. “What are you looking at, Jakey?” Mrs. Simms let out that high giggle again. “Look, Mrs. Glitzke, he’s interested in my hot cunt. What do you think he’s thinking about?” Another giggle. There was no response from the older woman.
One of the teacher’s hands snaked down to her pussy, and her fingers shoved the massive clit one way then the other. She used the same hand to rub around her nipple then said, “Did you know I had a baby over the summer, Jakey?” I shook my head. I still wasn’t looking away. I wanted to know every bump, every perfect imperfection of that pussy. I could smell it already. “Yeah. Come here, Mrs. Glitzke.”
The principal dragged her chair until she was next to the spread-legged Simms. She pulled the principal’s head toward her tit. I finally tore my gaze away from the pussy to look at the obscene display of principal suckling at teacher’s tit. “My doctor said I had to make sure I don’t let my baby’s milk spoil in me, and since I’m here all day I have to make sure there’s some way…” She pulled the other woman tighter against her firm, flat stomach. I couldn’t tell she had ever had any children, let alone one over the summer. Mrs. Glitzke was making sucking sounds and Mrs. Simms let out a low purr. “Just like my baby.”
“I-I still don’t understand,” I said. “I mean, uh…”
“You don’t understand why babies – and apparently principals – need to suck on a nipple?”
“No, I mean, I … I mean…” I struggled to put the question to words.
She laughed. “I know what you mean, Jakey. Just go along and enjoy the experience. Just remember the two most important rules, otherwise you lose everything.” She grinned, then winked at me. She was about to say something when instead she gasped, the grin spreading. “Mrs. Glitzke! Are we teething, Mrs. Glitzke?” She winked at me again, and then returned to the previous subject. “You’re my boy-toy for the next two years,” she explained. “I’m going to show you everything. And then some.”
“Mrs. Glitzke is going to make sure we don’t get in trouble so that she doesn’t get in trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
Mrs. Simms shrugged my question off. “You need to get a girlfriend, though. That’s your very first homework assignment. Not,” she added, raising a finger, “that I won’t give you in-me assignments.” She laughed, and I tried to force one out. It came only weakly. “Take out your penis,” she said. “You know you want to.”
I didn’t, instead looking at Mrs. Glitzke.
“Tsk, tsk. You’re worried about getting in trouble from a principal sucking my baby’s milk from my nipple in a school office? While you stare at my cunt that obviously needs to be stuffed? After watching me suck your cum off my hands and jerk off last year’s toy?” I couldn’t see any argument to make, or why it mattered, so I did as she asked, opened my fly and leaned back to pull out my dick. “Mmm. Looks tasty. Don’t you agree Mrs. Glitzke?” My teacher pulled the suckling woman away, holding her head so she could stare at me. She refused to look me in the eye.
The old woman had milk dribbling down her chin. Despite obvious embarrassment she couldn’t seem to take her yes off my hard cock. After a long minute Mrs. Simms released my principal’s head. “Thank you, Mrs. Glitzke. I appreciate your help.” Turning to me, she added, “Mrs. G likes all sorts of white cream. You’re dripping, Holly.” A finger shot up, pushing the milk back toward her mouth. Mrs. Glitzke opened her mouth and licked the finger submissively. “Maybe you’d like to taste Jakey’s some day.”
Pulling up her top once more, she smiled at me. “I think Mrs. Glitzke has a meeting to go to,” she said. Her hand slid to her fellow teacher’s knee, then up until she was touching the other woman’s pussy through her slacks. “Wow,” she said, seemingly enjoying the principal’s discomfort. She’d enjoyed Peter’s too. “Look at that stain,” she said. I did. “And I bet that smell isn’t all me, is it?” Mrs. Simms giggled, covering her mouth. “You should probably go to your meeting before you get any wetter…”
When she stood I saw that her pants were wetter than I had thought at first. I think she liked it. Her eyes were downcast as she left the room with a stiffness equal to that of when she had entered. Unlike Peter, she closed the door very softly.
Once the door was closed Mrs. Simms pulled her chair toward me. “Take them off,” she ordered, “now.” I hesitated, and she repeated, “Now!”
I leapt to comply. My pants were around my ankles in a flash. I sat again, and she spread her legs wide apart. One foot stayed on the ground, but she kicked off the shoe of the other and placed it against my cock. “So,” she said casually, “what do you think?” Her foot moved up and down slowly, the sock slightly harsh against my skin. She was getting cum on it. “You’re my new toy. I’ll get to play with you whenever I want.” She smiled. It was a perfect smile.
“I, uh… can’t complain…”
“I didn’t think you would. No one ever does.” Her foot was rubbing, drawing pre-cum out of me. Every time her sock came to the head of my cock I jumped slightly. “I’ll fuck you,” she said. “I’ll suck you. And I’ll do… more…” She was still rubbing. It was distracting, to say the least. “I like the thrill of nearly getting caught. I like knowing that my husband thinks he knows about what I do but can’t begin to imagine.” Her smile turned mischievous. “I love the taste of cum in my mouth as I teach.” She was speaking in a harsh whisper now. “I love watching the boys in the back rubbing themselves, thinking I’m not paying attention. I love how the girls try to hide their jealousy. She leaned back, continuing the foot job. “What do you like, Jakey?”
I didn’t know how to begin answering. I was a virgin. I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to say? I couldn’t even admit to liking a blowjob. A hand job, yeah, but I knew there was so much more. I liked weird shit on the internet, but that was different. “Do you just want to fuck me, Jakey? Boring old fucking? I get that from my husband. Once a week like clockwork.” She yawned mockingly. “I could suck you off, give you a blowjob?” She moved her toes so she could grip my cock with them. “I know you like a hand job,” she giggled, “and it looks like you enjoy a foot job.”
“Do you like more…. unusual things?” One hand moved to her pussy. She started to rub it, one finger to either side of her massively engorged clit. “Do you like this?” I nodded dumbly. “Yeah?” My teacher’s voice seemed huskier now, sexy. I nodded. “I thought you might. “And you want to stick your cock between my breasts, don’t you? Fuck them?” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “Are you going to fuck my titties until you cover my face in your cum? Maybe let me drink it right from the tip?” I moaned. I could imagine covering her face in my spooge. I wanted to, right then and there.
She was still rubbing my dick with her foot. “You want to make a baby in me Jakey?” My cock leapt. I was amazed I didn’t come tight then. “Oh, you do,” she said. Again that golden giggle. “You want to fuck me nice and hard don’t you, fill me with your baby-making seed, huh?” She was moving her foot faster. My dick ached.
Suddenly she stopped. “Well, I should get some work done.” She didn’t stop pleasuring herself, I noticed. I was so incredibly hard and I knew without a doubt that this time I would be taking care of myself this time. She slowly pushed herself back toward her desk, watching me watching her finger her cunt. She had a little smile on her face. My mouth was dry. “And you should go home and… take care of that.”
She was behind her desk by then, with just her legs poking out. I could imagine that I saw her fingers still moving, but I don’t think I actually could. God, how I wish I could.
“Oh,” she said. “Here.” She tossed a box at me. I was too slow to catch it, and it smacked me in the head before falling to the floor. It was a box of condoms. “I want you to fill those by Monday,” she said. “I guess that’s homework, too. Bring them to me before your first class.

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Responsible mother ch. 01

Rebecca Palmer was concerned about a couple of boys her son, Danny, has been hanging around with. Being on the PTA (Parent Teacher Association) board at his high school she knows a lot about the reputations of the students, so it concerned her when he hung out with the well-known trouble-makers. Danny is such a nice boy and didn’t need those kinds of influences in his life, but it was so hard for her to prevent it.
Mike Brantley and Ben Thompson were the two boys Mrs. Palmer was concerned with. They were both eighteen year-old seniors at Parkview High School. Although they were in school, the two boys ditched class a lot and didn’t participate in any after-school activities for Parkview. Rebecca, or “Becca” to most people she knew, didn’t like the fact that these two boys hanging out with her son didn’t participate in sports, even though they appeared to be capable of doing so. They didn’t participate in any other kind of afterschool-functioned activities that would keep them out of trouble. Danny played golf and tennis, so fortunately he kept busy in his spare time.
Her son looked up to them because they were older and popular. Even though Danny is a sixteen year-old sophomore, the boys showed a special interest in him, and he immediately gained status with his peers because of it. It wasn’t long after becoming friends with the boys that Danny was going to parties and meeting more girls. How could he complain?
Becca was concerned, however.
“Honey, I think we should have a talk with Danny,” Becca said to her husband while they were in bed watching TV.
“What is it Bec?” He asked turning the TV off and rolling over to face her.
“It’s Mike and Ben. I don’t think they’re good influences on our son,” she said with a concerned tone that let her husband know he needed to console her.
“Danny is a good kid and we have to trust that he uses good judgment,” he replied. “He has to learn on his own, as he will always be faced with bad influences even at our age. If we prevent him from hanging out with them it could just make him more rebellious. He wouldn’t understand and would be angry at us.” Her husband cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead before rolling back over to get some sleep.
The truth of the matter is that Mike and Ben took to hanging out with young Danny mainly because of his hot mom. As soon as the two best friends saw her dropping him off at school, they couldn’t get her out of their minds. Not long after seeing her, they were hanging around Danny hoping to get closer to the MILF.
Becca is average height at 5 feet 6 inches, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in bust. The two boys had snuck into her panty drawer one day while over at the Palmers’ house and saw that she wears 34D sized bras. Her ass is pretty outstanding and she often wears thong panties, which make her ass cheeks jiggle when she wears tight pants. Not that she purposely tries to show her assets off, but she keeps up with the latest fashion and isn’t opposed to wearing tight pants and low-cut tops.
Danny was born when his mom was only 23 years old. Becca married her husband in college and didn’t wait to start a family. Now at 39, Becca has three beautiful children, Danny being the oldest. Even though she’s had three kids, she has done an excellent job keeping her form. Because her husband is a well-paid executive, she has the luxury of being a housewife who has the time to work out on a daily basis. She used to model for a department store catalogue, but after having her third child she ended her modeling career.
The blonde wife keeps her hair straight and just past her shoulder blades, and her blue eyes sparkle with her warm smile. She is a natural at playing the soccer mom, PTA president role, and she is the envy of all the middle-aged women in their community who tried to maintain their figures with age. Men of all ages always turned their heads at the sight of her curvy, hourglass figure and child-bearing hips.
Back when they first started hanging out with Danny, Mike and Ben put the charm on Becca from the get-go, and she was so happy her son was making friends with older boys who could show him the ropes around school. They often came over to visit Danny, conveniently when Becca was home. She would make them snacks, have cookouts, and give them money if the boys wanted to go to a movie or a sporting event.
It wasn’t long after getting to know the boys that Becca became skeptical of Mike and Ben though. Sometimes she would smell smoke or beer on them when they came over, and she found it odd that they didn’t participate in any afterschool activities. She also noticed that as the boys got more comfortable with her over time, they gave her body looks and sometimes touched her inappropriately. She just didn’t know how to react to this behavior, such as when one of the two boys would pat her butt when they walked by or caress her thigh when sitting next to her at the table or on the couch. She usually just gave them an uncomfortable glare, but didn’t say anything because she shrugged them off as being harmless kids.
Not too long ago she finally decided to poke around about their reputations within the PTA members she had become close with. Sure enough the other moms said those two boys ditch school and attend parties with alcohol and sometimes drugs. Becca, being the church-going, naive housewife became concerned. Never did she think her son would become involved with such bad influences.
She spoke with her husband about this several times, but he was quick to point out that Danny has stayed out of trouble, kept his grades up, and strived in sports. It was hard to argue with that. Her husband reminded her that he had wild friends back in the day as well. He put her at ease, but she still remained very skeptical and cautious.
Mike and Ben didn’t just use Danny to get close to his hot mom. Danny didn’t drink alcohol, so he was always the designated driver. He also had access to younger girls. The mischievous boys took advantage of his desire to fit in with the older crowd.
Danny realized that Mike and Ben had the hots for his mother, but they were no different than the other guys at school. It bothered him that he constantly got pestered about her being a MILF, but he was so used to it that it stopped bothering him as much. Of course, he didn’t realize the extent of Mike and Ben’s desires for his mom. The boys had become somewhat bored with high school girls and set their sights on the mature housewife Becca, who they looked at as the ultimate conquest.
Mike was an average looking kid, with a medium build and scruffy brown hair. He had his fair share of women in his days, but most of the girls knew of his reputation as a player. It’s gotten to the point where he has to search for incoming freshman and girls from other schools because his reputation is tarnished. While chasing the young girls was an adventure for Mike, it didn’t compare to the lust and excitement he felt when thinking about Danny’s hot, innocent mother.
Unlike Mike, Ben has always had trouble hooking up with girls. He is a boy who lacks manners and class. Although most of the girls liked him as a friend, they didn’t find him an attractive suitor for love. He was popular merely because of his outgoing personality and carefree attitude.
Recently they had been going over to the Palmers’ house more frequently because Danny was in-between golf and tennis seasons allowing him some free time. They have been hanging out right after school when he normally would be at practice. Whenever his mother approached him about what he was up to, he acted aloof and provided vague answers. “Just hanging out,” would typically be his response. She simply didn’t like that he was spending his free time with those two boys.
It all came to a boiling point the other day, which is why she was now expressing her concerns to her husband again. That day she had gone shopping in the early afternoon and bought some new clothes. Her kids were all at afterschool activities, so she had some time on her hands.
When she got home she went into her bedroom to try on her new wardrobes. She first tried on a new pair of jeans that hugged her ass perfectly. She blushed and smiled as she posed in front of the mirror looking at the profile of her body. “Even though I’m almost 40 years old, how can I complain about a butt like that!” she thought.
She slipped off the jeans and pulled her blouse off, then reached into her shopping bag to try on a new summer dress. Just then the phone rang, so she put down the dress and moved towards the phone wearing just a pair of white laced thong panties and bra set.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey babe, thank God you’re home. I need you to do me a quick favor, it’s important,” her husband said flustered.
“What is…” she said before being cut off.
“Go into the kitchen drawer and get me Jack Lindell’s phone number out of our address book. My client is on the other line and needs his number,” he said trying to sound as polite as possible to cover up his current work-related stress.
“Can’t you say ‘please’?” she asked unhappy that he was acting so demanding.
“Please? Honey this is important!” He said impatiently.
“Ok, hold your horses, I’m in the bedroom,” she said putting the phone down. Without thinking, she hurried out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen wearing just her bra and thong panties. When she got to the kitchen she pulled out the address book, found his number, and used the kitchen phone to talk to her husband.
Just as she picked up the phone, her son came through back door having just gotten done with school. He was with Mike and Ben. The three boys headed straight to the kitchen before stopping dead in their tracks. There she was, the sexy, hot MILF standing with her back to them talking on the phone wearing just a bra and thong panties.
The way she stood putting her weight on one foot allowed for one of her butt cheeks to stick out. The small triangle of the thong disappeared into her ass crack. She had her back slightly arched as she spoke on the phone.
“Mom!” Danny yelled, shocked that she was in the kitchen in just her underwear. Not turning around, she held up her index finger to let her son know she would be a second, not realizing his two friends were staring wide-eyed at her voluptuous body.
“Ok honey,” she said to her husband after he got the number from her. Then she put the phone down and turned towards her son who had come up behind her.
“Sorry I was on the phone with your fath…” she said before realizing two other pairs of eyes staring at her body.
“Mom! I have friends over, please go put some clothes on!” he pleaded, trying to block the view from his friends. She immediately covered her breasts with both arms.
“Oh, hi boys,” she said flustered, as she brushed past her son and headed back towards her bedroom, but not before they got a great look at her succulent ass. They boys didn’t take their eyes off her as she walked passed them.
“I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away,” Mike said under his breath as Ben chuckled. Both boys stared at her ass jiggling with each step all the way towards her bedroom. Just before she got to the room she turned her head around and noticed Mike and Ben were still ogling at her.
Danny was embarrassed and upset that his mother was on such display, but he tried to push it out of his mind.
“C’mon, let’s go up to my room,” Danny said. Mike and Ben high-fived each other and appeared to be on cloud nine. Becca went into her room and tried on her dress, but she couldn’t help feeling disgusted that Ben and Mike were staring at her like a piece of meat. She was so embarrassed too, and cursed herself for not remembering Danny didn’t have practice after school. Good thing she wasn’t naked, she thought.
Since that day she was convinced her son should not be hanging out with those two boys. She didn’t tell her husband that she was caught prancing around the house in her underwear, but she was now sure to express her concern about the boys with her husband while lying in bed. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, so as she lay in bed she decided that if the opportunity presented itself, she will have a serious talk with her son.
****
About a week later on Monday, Becca’s husband left town for business and wouldn’t be back until Sunday. Danny had been waiting for his father to leave town so that he seemingly would have a better chance at getting permission to go to a rock concert Friday night with Mike and Ben in a city two hours away. All he had to do was ask his mom, and hopefully she would be cool enough to let him go without having to gain approval from his dad. Little did Danny know that his mom was actually the bigger roadblock.
“Mom?” Danny asked walking through the kitchen into the living room where Becca sat on the sofa reading a book. She was wearing a t-shirt with no bra and a pair of short, cotton workout shorts.
“Yes sweetie?” She replied closing her book and scooting over so that her son had room to sit down.
“Remember that concert I was telling you about that’s this Friday night?” He inquired innocently.
“Yes, that’s your favorite band. I can already guess what you are going to say next,” she said with a grin, while reaching up to put her hair in a ponytail, causing her big tits to jut in front of her like cones.
“Ha…” he chuckled. “Well, can I go?”
“Danny, that’s quite a far drive, more than two hours. I don’t want you making that drive late Friday night after the concert. The roads will be dangerous with drunk drivers. ”
“No, mom, we got a hotel room!” he said excitedly thinking he had the solution to the only barrier that stood in his way. He was wrong though.
“We?” she asked curiously.
“Yep, Mike and Ben are going too,” he said matter-of-factly.
Becca paused and looked off into space. Then she huffed and took the book off her lap, putting it on the coffee table before sitting up straight and taking her son’s hands into hers.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you go,” she said feeling bad for crushing his feelings, knowing it’s his favorite band.
“Why? It’s just for one night, don’t you trust me?” he asked with a look of disappointment. He figured there was a chance his mom would not allow him to go, but he still played it off as if he was surprised and she was unreasonable.
“Yes, I do trust you, but I don’t trust those other boys,” she said with a scowl. Danny looked down at the ground dejectedly, knowing it was making his mom feel terrible.
“We are just going to the concert and then to the hotel, that’s all. I promise I won’t go anywhere else, and I promise I will come home first thing Saturday morning.” He pleaded.
“I’m sorry,” she said brushing his bangs out of his face and gripping his chin. She lifted his head up so that he was now looking her in the eyes. “I do trust you, but I’m not going to let you go with just those two boys. What kind of example would I be setting with your younger brother and sister? You’re just not old enough yet.”
“Fine,” he said sharply before getting up and heading up to his room, leaving his mom to pick up her book and resume reading. Even though she was looking at the words in the book, she couldn’t concentrate because she didn’t like hurting her kids’ feelings. Rules are rules though, and any chance of gaining her permission was squashed when Mike and Ben were added to the equation.
Meanwhile at Mike’s house, Mike was in his room jerking off with a pair of thong panties he stole from Danny’s hot mom’s dirty laundry basket. He was looking at a photo of her in one of the catalogues she used to pose in. Just before he was going to blow his load, the phone rang. It was Danny telling him he wasn’t allowed to go to the concert with them.
Mike figured Danny’s strict parents wouldn’t let him go, so he already had an idea in mind. A smile crossed his face as he looked at the photo of the MILF. While still on the phone with Danny, he put the crotch of her panties to his nose and took a big whiff of her scent, before putting them back down next to him on the bed.
“Danny, we are still going to that concert. We will just drive back afterwards.”
“But, the concert will end after my curfew, and then we have to drive two hours to get back!” Danny exclaimed. Mike’s motivation for Danny coming with them was because he wanted Danny to drive, while Ben and he could drink beer.
“Don’t worry; Ben has some potent sleeping pills. Just slip them in your mom’s drink before we leave. She won’t have a clue what time you get home at,” Mike said.
“I don’t know about that. What if they don’t work? I will be in deep trouble if I miss my curfew,” Danny said worriedly.
“Rules were made to broken, Danny-boy,” he said in a mischievous tone.
****
The next day Becca had to pick up all three of her kids from school, which was unusual because Danny always caught rides home from others after practice. Since it was the off-season for his sports, he needed a ride. She preferred to pick him up so that he wouldn’t go hang out with riffraff instead.
The housewife finished working out and took a shower before going to pick up her kids. She looked cute putting on a tight, denim skirt that ended at her knees with a split in the back and a v-cut white blouse. She put on some makeup and put her blonde hair into a pony tail. Since her two other kids were in elementary school, they got out a couple hours earlier than Danny’s high school, so she picked them up first and went grocery shopping in the meantime. They also stopped for fruit smoothies.
Danny was waiting out by the curb for his mom to pick him up when Mike spotted him from a distance.
“Hey man, what are you up to?” Mike said walking up to him.
“Just waiting for my mom to pick me up,” he replied, a bit embarrassed to admit that.
“Cool, you want to hang out?” Mike asked, knowing his nice friend was unlikely to turn him down.
“Um, ok, what did you have in mind?”
“How bout I catch a ride home with you and we’ll figure it out,” he replied, hoping he could spend some time with his buddy’s hot mom.
“I guess that’s cool, but my mom has my sister and brother with her so I hope there’s enough room.”
Just then Becca pulled up in her Suburban. Danny opened the rear side door and asked her if it was ok if Mike comes along. She sighed, but didn’t want to make a scene so she just nodded her head yes and put the car in park.
Since it was a Suburban there was enough room for all of them, so Mike and Danny climbed into the back.
“How are you doing, Mrs. Palmer? You look lovely today,” Mike asked turning his polite tone on.
“I’m doing fine,” she replied looking at the smiling young man in her rear view mirror.
“I want to compliment you on restricting Danny from going to the concert Friday,” he said in a kiss-ass manner. “It’s good that you have rules and standards that you stick by. It’s a shame more parents aren’t like you.”
“What concert?” her daughter sitting in the passenger seat asked while chewing on the straw of her smoothie cup.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Becca scolded. “Mommy is not letting your brother go to a rock concert with his friends Friday night because he’s not old enough to do those things yet. Once you kids turn 18, Mommy and Daddy will consider letting you go places without a chaperone.”
Danny was so embarrassed his mom was baby talking him like that in front of his older friend. It made him angry that his mom was being so strict. At that moment he pondered Mike’s idea of drugging his mom and going to the concert anyways.
Mike continued to make conversation with Becca and her children while they drove home, acting in his best behavior. Danny thought it was funny to see his buddy being such a kiss-ass around his family, although he didn’t like when Mike flirted with his mom, which was quite often.
They got to the house and Becca asked the boys to help carry the groceries. Danny and his brother were the first to grab bags and head inside. Mike then reached through the back doors of the suburban to grab a couple bags when he heard Mrs. Palmer in front of him.
“Aggh, my kids are such slobs!” she griped to herself as she leaned through the rear side door and reached for her son’s empty smoothie cup discarded under the seat. Not realizing it, her v-neck blouse gapped open as she bent and reached for the cup, treating her son’s friend to a perfect view as he grabbed groceries from the back of the suburban.
Mike’s cock immediately sprang to life as he peeked over the back seat where Mrs. Palmer was giving him a view down her top. He stood on his toes and leaned forward to get a birds-eye view, while he pretended to be shuffling with the groceries. He could see her big tits contained in her white-laced bra. The bra had fairly small cups, so her tan lines were visible from sunning in her bikini top. There was a stark contrast between her tan chest and the milky white cones over her breasts.
Becca sighed again as she noticed some of the smoothie had spilled on the carpet. She reached over to grab a napkin lodged in the side compartment of the back seat, and then she started scrubbing the spilled drink. She was so engulfed in the mess her son made that she was completely unaware of the show she was giving her son’s perverted 18 year-old friend.
Mike reached down with one hand and rubbed his throbbing cock through his pants. The hot MILF’s tits were jiggling as she scubbed the carpet. He was praying one of her tits would pop out of her bra cup so that he could see her nipple.
Just then Danny and his brother came back to the car to grab more groceries. Mike picked up a couple bags and headed inside before he would get busted ogling at their mom. He tried to cover his erection while he walked.
The boys went upstairs and hung out in Danny’s bedroom for a while. It was at this time that Mike tried to sell Danny on going to the concert.
“Your dad is out of town, and by feeding those sleeping pills to your mom she will be asleep early. It will be a piece of cake,” Mike told his friend in a rebellious tone.
“I’m just concerned those pills won’t work,” Danny said unenthusiastically.
“Tell you what,” Mike continued. “I will tell Ben to come over here later with the pills. You can test it out on her tonight.”
Danny remained indecisive, so Mike called Ben and asked him to stop by later.
****
Becca cooked supper for her kids before heading to take a bath. She was relieved Mike had left before he could invite himself to stay for dinner. The jets in the tub felt amazing as she melted away in the hot water with her eyes closed.
In the meantime Ben rode his bike over to the Palmer household with sleeping pills stuffed in his pocket. Mike had called him earlier instructing him to go over to the Palmers’ house to show Danny how they worked. Ben didn’t mind going out of his way knowing he would get to spend time with Mrs. Palmer.
Danny was scooping mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert when Ben showed up. Danny escorted him into the kitchen and offered him some. Ben asked where his mom was, anxious to get the experiment started.
“My mom is taking a bath,” he said while Ben showed him the pills.
“Perfect,” Ben said handing him the pills. “Why don’t you stick these into her ice cream?” Danny was very nervous about drugging his mom, but he really wanted to go to that concert and felt pressured to go through with their plan. He scooped his mom some ice cream and buried the pills into it.
The two boys sat at the kitchen table and ate while Becca dried off after her refreshing bath. She heard Danny shouting to her that her ice cream was ready. Ice cream was her weakness. It was too hard for her to turn it down.
“I’ll be right there,” she yelled out to him. Without realizing he had a visitor, she slipped a short satin robe over her naked body. As she left her room she haphazardly fastened the sash of her robe.
She entered the kitchen and was surprised to see Ben sitting at the table.
“Hi Mrs. Palmer,” Ben said with a grin as he blatantly eyed the hot blonde wearing a short robe. She quickly reached down to tighten her sash, but it was still hard to conceal her sexy thighs and her big tits, which were creating cones under the thin satin material. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh, uh, hi Ben,” she said timidly, wondering why he was over.
“Mom, your ice cream is melting!” Danny said. She contemplated going back to put something more appropriate on, but the ice cream looked so good and she didn’t want it to melt.
Becca sat down and took a big scoop.
“Mmmm, this is so good…my favorite,” she said. The three of them chatted for a bit while they ate. Ben’s eyes were popping out of his head as he eyed his friend’s mom. The bottom of the robe was so short that it didn’t cover but a couple inches of her smooth thighs. She had her legs crossed and her left arm was lying across her lap, prohibiting Ben from getting a peak of her crotch.
Danny was too nervous to notice Ben checking out his mom. He couldn’t believe he had just drugged her. As she finished her ice cream he knew it was too late to take the pills back. He just hoped she wouldn’t find out what he did.
When they were all done eating, Danny quickly got up and told his mom they were going up to his room. He was getting pretty nervous that he would get caught, so he just wanted to get away from her. Ben reluctantly got up too.
“I hope to see you soon,” Ben said, looking down at her chest. The robe was gaping open, so he got a nice view of some of her cleavage. She noticed where he was looking and immediately reached up to pull the top of the robe together.
“Goodbye,” she said giving him a disgusted look. As he walked away, she shook her head.
“That boy needs to learn some manners,” she thought. “After he leaves, I think I will have a talk with Danny. He needs to find some new friends.”
****
About an hour passed and it was getting late, as Danny and Ben hung out in Danny’s upstairs room.
“It’s getting late man, I think you should head home before my mom gets mad,” Danny said to his friend.
“You’re mom will be sound asleep, don’t worry,” Ben replied.
“Well I’m getting tired,” he said, wanting his friend to leave. “I think I’m going to crash. Before you leave, let’s go check on my mom to see if those pills worked.”
The two boys crept downstairs and headed towards Danny’s parents’ room. The door was shut.
“Wait here, I’ll be back,” Danny whispered as he knocked on her door. No answer. He knocked again, this time a bit harder. No answer.
Instead of knocking again, he turned the knob and gently nudged the door open. He slid into her room and saw his mom lying on her back, still wearing her robe. The lamp next to her bed and the TV were both on.
He walked up to her and called her name. No response. She was sound asleep, and her breathing was deep. He went up to her and shook her a bit. Still nothing.
He kept shaking her until finally she groggily picked her head up and mumbled something incoherently before putting her head back down. Danny left the room and closed the door.
“Dude, she’s completely out of it!” he said to Ben, not worrying about being loud this time.
“I told you they would work,” Ben replied. “She will be out for another several hours, but she will be fine when she wakes up.”
Danny thanked his friend for the pills as Ben handed him a few more.
“I think our plan will work,” Danny said, more relieved now that he knew the effects of the sleeping pills. “I’ll spike her again before I leave Friday night.”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ben said walking towards the front door. Danny was so relieved the pills worked. He ran upstairs excitedly, looking forward to see his favorite band Friday night. He would just have to figure out a way to give his mom the pills again.
Ben watched his friend go upstairs. He opened the front door and pretended to leave, but instead of exiting, he remained inside as he shut the door. A mischievous grin formed on his face as he turned and headed back towards Becca’s bedroom.
Ben quietly opened the bedroom door and slipped inside the room, closing the door behind him. Lying in the bed in front of him was the MILF of his dreams, sound asleep. He approached the bed rubbing his cock over his pants, which was rock hard at this point from just the thought of what he was capable of doing.
When he reached the side of the bed he looked up and down the sexy wife’s body. She was lying on her back with her hands on each side of her hot body. Her long blonde hair was spilled all over the pillow and her mouth was open as she breathed heavily.
Ben reached his hand down and placed it on her thigh. He rubbed the silky smooth, freshly shaved skin, moving his hand further up as he caressed her. He slipped his hand in-between her thighs and moved up until he finally reached the thin robe. He moved his hand up under the robe and felt a warm crevice.
“Ooohh, fuck,” Ben groaned noticing she wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers moved to the folds of her pussy lips, and he felt a lot of hair as he moved his fingers up her slit. He couldn’t believe his luck!
Ben rubbed her pussy, hoping she would get wet. He managed to stick two fingers into her, but unfortunately she wasn’t lubricating, so he pulled his hand out from under her robe and put it up to his nose to smell her scent.
He proceeded to remove his shoes, pants, and boxers so that he was naked from the waist down. His cock was hard and throbbing as the horny teen drooled. He climbed up on the bed and straddled the hot mom.
“Oh god how long I’ve waited for this,” he said stroking his cock with one hand as he looked down at her sleeping form. The lamp on her nightstand was still on, so he had a perfect view of the former model’s near-naked body.
Ben stopped stroking his cock and reached down to unfasten the sash of her robe. Once he untied it, he pulled open the robe as if he were opening bedroom curtains on a sunny weekend morning. There in front of him was her incredible body fully nude.
“Oh fuck,” he said as drool dropped from the side of his mouth. Even though she was lying on her back, her big tits pointed up like mountain peaks. Her nipples were pink and standing firm like little erasers. Her areolas were very big on top of the milky white skin of her tits. Her bikini tan lines were clearly visible.
Ben moved his eyes from her chest, down her stomach, and finally to the sweet motherly pussy that he dreamed of fucking since the first time he ever met the hot mom. The same blonde hair on her head covered it, and although it was bushy, she appeared to keep it trimmed. Typical that the conservative housewife kept a bush, he thought.
Ben started stroking his cock again until he could no longer wait. He wanted to taste the forbidden fruit that lay within his grasp. He slipped both hands between her thighs and spread her legs, while crawling between them.
Becca turned her head to the side and mumbled something incoherently while her son’s friend began licking her pussy. He reached up and fondled her tits while his cheeks were buried between her smooth thighs. His tongue worked up and down, and occasionally it probed inside of her.
Becca squirmed a bit, but she remained passed out with her eyes shut. Despite the tongue bath she was receiving, her body didn’t quite react to it. Ben didn’t care; he was shaking with lust as he ate the hot blonde’s pussy. After toying with her breasts for several minutes, he brought his fingers down to join his tongue.
He pumped his fingers inside of her while licking her slit up and down.
“Mmmm… you have a tasty pussy, Mrs. Palmer,” he said before sucking the hood of her clitoris.
He sucked and played with her pussy for several more minutes until he could take no more. He needed to relieve his aching cock. The teenager climbed out from between her legs and knelt next to her on the bed, while grabbing both of her hands.
He wrapped her fingers around his hard, hot penis. He clamped his hands on top of hers and started stroking his cock. He could feel the diamond from her wedding band digging into his fingers as he guided her hands to jack him off.
“Oooohhh, fuck,” Ben groaned as her soft, well-manicured hands pulled on his cock. He swung his leg over her so that he was straddling her stomach, now able to watch her tits wobble on her chest as her arms moved. Becca continued to show no sign of consciousness while her son’s rambunctious friend used her hands to jack him off. He looked at her beautiful face and fantasized that she was awake and willing.
“Oh shit, unnngghhh,” he moaned as his cock could take no more, shooting semen a couple feet in front of him on to the headboard. More globs of cum sprayed out of his young cock and splattered on her face, in her hair, and on her tits. He kept using her hands to stroke every last bit of his cum out. He couldn’t ever remember spraying this much cum.
Finally the explosion subsided and Becca was covered in his cum from her hair all the way down to her chest. He let go of her hands and climbed off of her.
“Shit!” he exclaimed looking at the clock. It was getting late and he knew his mom would be pissed if he came home late. He hurried to the master bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. Ben tried his best to wipe his cum off of her body, but there was certainly going to be some cum residue on her.
“Fuck it,” he said, stuffing the toilet paper into his pockets while putting his clothes back on. After he buckled up his belt he leaned over and kissed Becca on the lips. He stuck his tongue down her throat and squeezed her big tits.
“You were spectacular, Mrs. Palmer,” he said after pulling away from her mouth. He then quietly headed out of her room and let himself out of the house.
To be continued…

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Authors note (PLEASE READ): this is one of the first stories I have ever written so please excuse me if my grammar is not up to par with most authors. I will continue to work on it throughout the series. I am rewriting this chapter to hopefully fix some errors I have created in the original its heavily rewritten introducing new characters and it will be longer with more details and changed scenes but all still lead to the same as chapter 3. please leave messages in my comments or even pm my account to help me better myself and my story for your reading pleasure; I have already received a few helpful comments here and there I thank them and I thank you for reading.
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CHAPTER 2 (rewritten)
I awoke to a bright white room and a horrible headache. My eyes painstakingly trying to adjust to the brightness. Unable to even think straight at the moment I call out a weak sounding “hello” no response. I laid in bed for the next ten minutes trying to get my headache to go away I decide I should sit up and see if that helps at all it doesn’t.
I look around the white room trying to get my barrings trying to at least find out where I was. It didn’t take long to figure out where I was the beeping machines the I.V in my arm and just the general look and smell alone from the whiteness of it all to the way the beds look, the drawers, the TV. Dangling off the wall from a mount and the smell of alcohol permeating the air.
I’ve been to the hospital many times in my life some checks on me but mostly checks on my mother due to her aging condition. I originally found it weird for every time my mother,whom I thought was another sister, went to the hospital I had to come along, but now I know the reason the doctors thought that if my mother stopped aging maybe I would stop too but nothing ever came out of it.
I searched around the side of my bed for a minute then “AHA!” I found it the little remote that would call the nurses into my room and pressed the button. A few minutes later a nurse and a doctor both walked into the room stopping by my bed.
I immediately recognized the nurse she was Ms. Debra Cox which I always thought was funny cause her name was just like doctor cox from the show scrubs; she even slightly acted like him her take no shit attitude from anybody doctors, nurse, or even patients. She did care a lot though she had a huge heart and was one of the kindest people you’ll ever know as long as you don’t piss her off. One of the other nurses once told me that I was Ms. Coxs’ favorite patient. Me and her always got along and she was always smiling around me. Ms. Cox was about normal height about 5’4 I would say she had below average sized breast but they still looked great on her despite her breasts though she has the nicest ass I’ve ever seen its nice and round but firm with no sag to it as far as I can tell I’d say she has a runner or a yoga butt she wore the average scrubs every nurse wheres but I’ve always wanted to see her in one of those sexy pink nurse outfits with the skirt I’d possibly even cut the skirt even shorted so her ass is practically falling out.
I smiled when I saw her and she smiled back at me but remained silent as the doctor spoke. “Alex
Wells how are you feeling son”.
“I feel fine sir all I can complain about is that I have this very large headache that’s pounding at my skull.” I wince as a flash of the headache hits me painfully.
“ah, I see nurse will you please grab some acetaminophen for me thank you.” Ms. Coxs leaves the room as he begins to ask more questions. “Now son do you remember how you ended up here?” I shake my head and he writes something down on his note pad. “well son what happened was that you took a nasty spill in your kitchen knocking you out almost immediately; luckily you received no head trauma from the impact and should be able to leave tomorrow after some more tests”
after he tells me the memories of last night come spilling in. I remember I had sex with my sister I also remember the bottles falling then subsequently floating there. I don’t dare say any of this to the doctor though unless I want to get thrown in the looney bin. “what about my mom and sister?” I asked with a slight concern in my voice.
“oh there fine they were here last night with you but then had to leave; they said they would come by today as well.”
“oh good” I sigh in relief just then Ms. Cox comes back into the room with the medicine. “here you go” she says handing them off to the doctor. I take the medicine and the doctor eventually leaves the room after a few more questions. Now its just me and nurse Cox.
“You know you’ve been in here plenty of times before always for checks up and tests but never once have I actually seen you here injured now your sister I’ve seen her injured plenty of times but that’s different.” we both laugh at this while she sits on my bed next to me. “you know I’m actually a little mad at you” she says firmly.
“w-why?” I ask not understanding any reason for her to be.
“Because you never visit me not even once to say hi in what two years! Then the next time I do your passed out cold” she hmphs and continues “ I mean how am I supposed to talking with my favorite patient if hes all passed out!” a hint of truth in her voice as she says these words but tries to keep a smiling face as if shes being playful.
“aww I’m sorry” I say as I hold my arms open for a hug. She quickly come in for a hug and I couldn’t help but feel her breast press into me through the small robe I was wearing. I think I actually felt her nipples get hard but I quickly dismiss that thought there’s now way that she wouldn’t wear a bra to work, but I was wrong as she pulls back from the hug I look down and notice to points coming out the front of her shirt.
“you’ve gotten so big” is all I hear shocking me back into reality she couldn’t be talking about my growing hard on could she but the only response I got out was “huh?” she laughed a little and said “ I said you’ve gotten big these last two years” I mentally face palm myself realizing that’s what she means
“i mean look at you 2 years ago you were this cute tiny scrawny kid but now you’ve grown up your not a big muscled man” she says her cheeks turning slightly flush as she slowly runs her hand up my arms feeling my muscles “a man” she repeats a few more times under her breath before realizing what she’s doing and pulls her hand back like a whip regaining control over herself.
I smile inwardly as she tries to leave making some excuse about needing to do paper work and such but I know how to play and I know what that was not to sound like an over confident ass but I knew mentally she wanted me and I knew this would be my once chance to have her .
“Ms. Cox wait” I said making her turn around before leaving “is something wrong Alex?” she asks curiously? “actually yes could you please look at something for me?” “sure whats wrong sweety?”
“i feel like I have this huge burning sensation in my body” she looks surprised and says “oh? Where does it burn your stomach” I reply with “yeah somewhere around there”.
She comes over to me as I lay down on the bed and moves my robe to the side revealing to her my full hard on; I notice a slight smile cross her lips but she does her best to ignore the raging monster down there and starts feeling my stomach “no not there I think its lower than that” I see her smile more while she slowly lowers her hands more and more/ each time she moves she asks “here?” and I reply with “no a bit lower”. We play this little game until her hand is wrapped around my engorged member through my boxers.
Through heavy breaths she asks me “here?” and I simply nod but then say “ I think you’ll need to have direct contact though it feels like its getting hotter.” her cheeks flush more and her breaths’ get heavier as she wraps her slender fingers around the hem of my boxers slowly pulling them down. She bites her lip as my full member comes into view and wraps her hands around my now bare shaft once more. I let out a small moan from her touch; her smile visibly grew by at least 3 times when that happened. “That helps but I think you need to stroke it to cool down the entire area. She merely nods and starts stroking my shaft slowly at first but then picking up speed.
She adds her other hand on my member and keeps stroking adding a slight twist while doing so. She sticks her thumb up so that every time she moves her hand up her thumb rubs the underside of the head causing me to moan more in pleasure. “that feels great but I think you need to use you mouth to cool it off” she smiles more almost like shes shaking happily “could you also take off your shirt? I know it would help cool it down more if you did”. She lifts her shirt off right away and quickly moves her mouth down to the head and give it a quick lap; then begins to lick all around the shaft from the bottom to the tip of the head I feel her soft warm tongue lick the underside of my cock sending tingles of pleasure through my body.
She takes one of my balls and sucks it into her mouth surrounding it with her tongue licking up and down. She pulls her mouth away and presses her lips against the head and slowly lowers her head allowing her lips to part as her warmth surrounds my shaft “that feels amazing” I moan ans she starts circling her tongue around the head then stopping every so often to lick the slit at the top. She begins to bob her head up and down still using her tongue at the same time to lick the underside while providing the rest with a constant suction. She begins to moan causing vibrations all throughout my stiff member.
As this being my first ever blowjob I had to stop her, I didn’t want to blow my load just yet.
She looked at me curiously as to why I stopped her I had to take a few deep breaths before speaking “that helped a lot but I think I have one finally way to make the burning go away entirely” she gives a sly smile implying she knows what I mean and starts taking off her pants and panties immediately.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles my waist before slowly lowering herself onto me and moaning loudly before quieting herself. She begins to bounce up and down my rigid shaft while I thrust up in time with her movements. I lean up to kiss her but she stops me “no kissing please” she says almost pleadingly I look at oddly for a second but don’t have any time to think and she begins moving her hips up and down harder on my shaft causing me to moan. Her walls held onto me tightly and it almost felt like she was getting tighter with each thrust. I flipped us over and started doing her doggy style while grabbing her nice ass. I decided to slap It lightly and felt her tighten and moan in response so I slapped her hard and faster moaning each time I did. By the time I was done slapping, her ass was bright red. I soon felt myself getting close and moaned out “I’m gonna cum!” she moaned louder and said “its OK cum in me its a safe day” I moaned again and a few moments later started shooting spurt after spurt of my hot cream into her womb while she came from me cumming inside of her.
“thank you that was amazing” I said trying to lean in and kiss her again but again she blocked me off
“ah ah ah no kissing but if you ever feel anymore burning down there be sure to give me a call”. she said with a wink then got dressed and left the room wiggling her ass more than usual on her way out.
“nice performance their kid”and a slow clap shocking me from the dreamlike state I was in. I whip my head towards the mysterious voice and see a tall man standing there his long arms still in the slow clap his skin is Grey not pale and his hair is black and slicked back like Le Chiffre from casino royal he wears a black suit with a blood red tie underneath it. “a note worthy performance I must say you know I bet you would have won the Oscars with that” he chuckles wickedly I don’t know what it is about this man but he scares me deeply inside.
“please don’t tell anybody about that she could get fired for it” I beg the man.
“now why would I go and tell something like that family shouldn’t hurt one another right?” he say a wicked grin plastered to his face.
“f-family?” I said a little taken aback by his statement I don’t remember anyone like this in our family.
“of course I’m your family in fact I’m your father” he says with that wicked grin still attached to his face.
I felt anger rise up in me I had to hold myself back not to punch this man “you mean to to say your the one that raped and impregnated my mother cause her to be trapped in that body forever!” I almost shout through gritted teeth.
“AH the very same” he say while doing a bow with that same grin of his no longer scaring me just pissing me off.
“you better speak quick cause I’m gonna bust your teeth in, in about 5 seconds” clenching through fist tightly.
“now now Alex no need for violence there’s a very good explanation if you’ll hear me out”
“Explanation what explanation could there possibly be huh? I don’t need to hear some shitty excuse!” I yell as I begin to lunge my fist at him. Suddenly the man flicks his wrist and I’m up against the wall unable to move an inch. All the anger leaves my body and in its place fear fills me up whole.
“wh- what are you gonna do to me” I say with a shaky voice.
“do? Nothing my dear boy I just want to have a nice little talk with you but you were getting a little to steamed up. Now hear me out” he snaps his fingers and the next thing I know were both sitting in a cafe somewhere.
“wh- where are we? what the hell is going on?” fear still gripping me tight.
“Paris obviously and to know whats going on your gonna hafta hear me out how about it?” I simply nod my head knowing there’s nothing I can do.”good boy, good boy now for the explanation. Me and you are what are called creators”
“creators?” I ask curiously.
“yes creators we are a race of species above the average human in all aspects we posses magical powers and can do whatever we want so to speak you however are unable to cast even the simplest of spells right now.”
“powers? You expect me to believe that what so called powers” I think back to last night with the floating bottles but shake it off.
“don’t lie to me I know you saw what happened last night the mysterious floating that happened with the bottles that were about to come crashing down on your poor poor mothers head.” he said with a maniacal laughter afterwords.
“how would you kno… you some how made them fall over didn’t you?! It was you, you son of a bitch you could have almost killed her you asshole!” I slam my fist down on the table in anger causing the other people in the cafe to jump.
“ah ah ah Alex temper temper” he said waving his finger back and forth “i simply put you in a situation in which you powers would awaken and even if they didn’t I would have stopped the bottles… maybe” followed by more laughter.
“you son of a bitch fuck you!” I’m scream with rage right now as I grip the sides of the table almost contemplating throwing it at him.
“see that’s exactly what I was trying to do last night!” he says as he points to my hands.
I look down at my hands to immediately pull them away in shock “h-how!” I stutter while stumbling back. My hands hand melted away the solid iron table where my grip was.
“see your power right now is controlled by your emotions you need to get YOURSELF in control” he emphasizes yourself.
“and how do I do that I ask him still in shock.”
“nope not today sorry I believe today’s question was …. AH yes about your mother. Now with your mother I did what I had to do because in order for a child to be born with the powers of a creator the mother needs to be a child with a pure heart and soul and she fit that category to a tee. I believe she still does actually.”
“you lay one slimy finger on her and your dead!” I stiffly said making sure he understood every word. He simply nodded and continued.
“before I go I have two warnings for you be wary of THEM and avoid this symbol at any cost” he showed me a symbol of a circle with for strait lines protruding from it and then I was back. In less time than it took to blink I was back in the hospital and the man was nowhere to be seen.
About and hour later after some heavy thinking the doctor from this morning came back in with several others whom I assume would be doctors ,but half of them don’t look like they could open a book much less diagnose a patient. When the doctor spoke it was almost mechanical sounding his voice had no emotion no inflection no nothing it was just a flat tone “Alex Wells we will need you to stay for a few more day as further testing is needed.
“is everything OK doctor? Why do I need to stay longer?” I asked with a hint of odd suspicion in my voice; things didn’t seem right no matter how you look at it.
“Everything is fine there is no need for concern we just need to run a few more test is all” he said with the same flat tone as before.
“what kind of tests?” I ask even more suspicious.
“just the usual such as blood test and the like”. That’s what drove in the final warning flag there’s no possible need for a blood test with just a concussion.
“ah I see blood tests that makes sense” I nod my head as I see a few doctors snicker. “doctor would it be alright if I use the bath room?”
the doctor looks at one of the men surrounding him and he nods then the doctor turns my way “yes that is fine but please do hurry up we would like to get these test done quickly so we can get you home as soon as possible.”
“I have a feeling that if I went with them home would be the last place I’d see” I thought to myself as I got up out of the bed. As I walked past my stuff I quickly grabbed my phone and tucked it into my boxers. A sudden Idea struck me and I decided to see how it would play out. I walked past the men to the door when one of them grabbed my arm and stopped me. The man was huge and had a shaven head his left eye had a huge scar going down it and the eye itself was white obviously blind there.
“where do you think your going?” his accent obviously Russian
“didn’t you hear my bathroom broke so they told me I have to use the bathroom next door if I have to go yeah apparently the guy who was in here before had dysentery or something cause he just strait out ruined that toilet.”
as he let go of my arm I noticed what looked to be branded into the back of his hand to be the symbol the man told me to avoid at all costs. He looks at me and says “fine but be quick don’t make me come for you”
I nod and walk out the door when I make sure there not looking at me walking down the hall anymore I dash across the hospital floor through the corridors and make my way to the elevators but as I press the button nothing happens.
“AH fuck! The white Russian and his lackey cut the power to the elevator didn’t they” I say inside my head. I take a step back but start hearing yell through the hall “Fuck they must have figured out I left” I said out loud.
“psst” “what was that” I said aloud “psst Alex come here” I look over and see Ms. Cox calling me over with her hand.
“Ms. Cox what are you doing here?” I asked worriedly.
“no time for that now we got to leave now come on” she grabs my hand and pulls me through the emergency stairs door.
“Ms. Cox what are you doing why are you helping me?” I ask I mean in her eyes don’t I just look like a runaway patient why would she help?
“goddamn those bastards they can have anyone else but not you!” she says with an angry tone.
“what do you mean do you know who they are” as we run down the stairs she stops and turns to me look Alex I know you know more than you put say you do I know its not much more but still it enough for now I’ll tell you what I know when were not running for our life alright?”
I simply nod as we both continue running down the stairs. We finally reach the base floor after a tiring trek down the stairs.
“stay here I’ll be right back”she said as she opens the door from the emergency stairs and walks out closing the door behind her.
I press my ear up to the wall and listen in to whats happening.
“nurse Cox did you see him on the stairs at all” said by a voice I don’t recognize.
“no I’m sorry doctor I haven’t seen him at all”
“dammit where could that brat have run off to” I get a little upset at being called a brat but not enough to make me do anything. I soon hear foot steps run off in all directions and then I hear nothing.
I begin to worry if Ms. Cox is alright I haven’t heard anything but that’s a bad thing too. Suddenly the door flies open but luckily its Ms. Cox.
“Jesus you scared the shit out of me” I say in a hushed tone.
She ignores my statement and hands me a few pieces of clothes. “here put these on” she says while she hand them to me.
As I unfold the clothes I realized shes handed me scrubs and a doctors coat. I quickly slip on the outfit while she starts talking.
“Ok what were gonna do is walk out there me and you I want you to act natural, were gonna be walking strait through the lobby and out the front door its that simple OK?”
I simply nod my head as we head outside the escape door. We try to walk as natural as we can making it look like we’re having some sort of pointless conversation a few doctors give me some odd stare here and there but that’s all. We finally slip through the gate and through to the parking lot; We get Into Ms. Coxs’ car and drive all the way to my house. When we finally arrive at my home we finally relax. Sinking into our seats and We both turn our heads to look at each other.
“I’m sorry about earlier I know I was being mean I was just so scared I didn’t know what was gonna happen to us” she said with fear in her voice.
I leaned over the seat and hugged her to me tightly. “lets go inside and get something to eat alright” she just nods with her face pressed into my chest.
As we both walk into the house mom and sis look like there about to leave but end up just looking surprised in the end.
“Alex? We were just about to go see you what happened?” mom asked me curiously.
“well they let me out early because I finished all the tests and Ms. Cox decided to drive me home.” I’m honestly surprised at how easy I can lie to people on the fly like that and by the look on her face she is too.
“OH! Donna I’m so sorry I didn’t even see you there thank you for bringing him home safely” “oh no problem Sarah I had fun with the little rascal here” she said as she put me in a headlock and gave me a painful nuggie. Once she finally let go her and my mom went off and started talking about some pretty mundane stuff. I inwardly chuckled at how calm she can be at points.
“I’m glad your ok” she said as she walk up to me shyly. Then wrapping me in a tight full hug. I hugged her right back and look over at the two women Donna seemed to give me a knowing smile and even a wink. Sis and I walked back to our rooms together but I informed her that I had a really hectic day and would be to tired to fool around. She gave me a pouty face but she said she understood as we each went into our own rooms. As soon as I hit my bed I was out like a light.

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