Bad Mother

Into Temptation
2019-04-18 21:13:19 (UTC)

Teachers Pet

I recently had the invite to go to the parents evening at Jonathan's school. Tom volunteered to collect me and Jonathan. So I guessed it would be interesting. But also a bit daunting. Wondering just how Jonathan may have been behaving. Would there be some awkward questions? Was his development being affected. On top of that, just what was Tom planning?
Tom arrived on time. And I sat in the back of the car letting Jonathan sit in the front as he usually does. I knew Tom was adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could see me. I could see his lustful eyes. They made me shuffle into the middle seat. I undid my blouse to show off my cleavage and bra. And hitched up my work skirt to reveal my lacy red knickers. I was stroking myself through them. Watching his eyes. Getting myself all juiced and horny when I should have been thinking about his schoolwork.
The journey didn't take long. And just as well as I might easily have given myself a loud orgasm had we taken any longer. Just thinking of my two favourite cocks there sitting in front of me.
I had to compose myself. With Jonathan leading the way to see his teachers. But it didn't help with Tom squeezing my bottom. Saying he'd find me later. I was a trying to listen to the teachers talking about all the school achievements. Their record in helping students with autism. But I couldn't concentrate. I found myself thinking that these women were quite good looking. Wondering jealously if Jonathan felt the same way. Was he lusting after them. Getting erections for them. I had green-eyed visions of him fucking them like he does me. Yet, rather than embittering me, it was turning me on. And increasing my wetness. They were younger than me. Slimmer, more athletic. Much more like his Arsenal footballers. How could a seventeen year old not be attracted to them. My only advantage was that I had a much bigger chest. And he did love to play with my boobies.
I did catch that Jonathan was very attentive in class. Very eager to work hard. Eager to please. Oh I bet he was!
He would get a little over excited! Over excited! That definitely meant getting noticeable erections. But they were able to deal with that! They didn't elaborate on exactly how. And I stopped myself from asking. Letting my imagination run dirtily wild. Jonathan was very popular in school. And they were very pleased with his progress.
That let me off the hook. No inquisition. No interrogation. Though I did harbour the thought of being sexually interrogated by them. I amazed myself in discovering some latent lesbian tendencies.
All the while, Jonathan had been entertained by a young teaching assistant in another room with some other pupils. They were engaging in some art project. And she doing well to ignore the obvious bulge in Jonathan's trousers. Disturbingly, I would find myself looking around the room trying to see if any of the other boys were similarly aroused. Moving to peer at their crotches. No, as far as I could tell - it was only Jonathan!
I was about to end his engorging fun, when Tom appeared. Pulling me away. Saying he had something to show me. We walked down corridors. Through this door and that door. Ending up in a changing room for the gymnasium. There was nobody around. Just us. So I knew what he had in mind. That took me back to my school days. The wooden benches looking so similar. Being naughty in the boys changing room a couple of times or so. I was young and innocent then. Now I'm old and horny. But being there with Tom was not like being touched by inexperienced boys. More like being taken advantage of by the dirty gym teacher.
I hitched my skirt right up. Sir, Sir, my knickers are all wet! See Sir? Tom was convincing in his role. Well you had better take them off and show me! There's a good girl. Now bend right other and let me see what the trouble is.
We could have been caught any minute. But it was so exciting bent over hanging onto the bench. Showing off my exposed rear to my teacher. His hands were soon stroking my buttocks. Kneading them and pinching them. His fingers slipping in between. Down to find my slippery labia. My swollen, sensitive clitoris. My vagina flowing wetter as his fingers explore inside me. I love his old fingers taking their every opportunity in me at home. But there in the school my would be gym master took me to a whole new level. Finger fucking me firmly. Telling me that I was a bad girl. Thinking too much about boys. About boys cocks. Well no more. I was to only think about my Master. No-one but my Master. His words made me come so strongly. Bucking and pushing back hard against his fingers. Thank you Sir!
I was told to only be thinking about my Masters cock. His fingers were roughly extracted. And his nicely hardened penis gave me a rammed replacement. Only my Masters cock! Only my Masters balls! Only my Masters arse! Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sir!
He was grasping my hips. And fucking me steadily and deliberately. Making me feel his cock from every angle. He hadn't fucked me for a while. And even in our precarious situation. He wanted to make the best of it. Not to come too quickly. I knew we could soon be caught. But I didn't want it to stop. I loved the role play. Yes Sir! Yes Sir! Yes Sir! His old thumb was pushing into my anus. Adding to my pleasure.
Yes Sir, put in there! Put it in there! I want it in there, Sir!
He slid from me. You are Masters very naughty, naughty girl! Yes Sir!
With a bit of adjustment. And pushing me down a bit. My anus was soon receiving his fine old penis. Stinging wonderfully further than his thumb could ever reach.
Oh yes Sir! Just for you Sir! (I lied!) He was fucking me harder and faster. Your Masters special hole! He grunted. Yes Sir! Yes Sir! I was panting. So close to another orgasm. But he couldn't last. Shooting his load into me in a series of deep thrusts. I could feel that lovely heat inside me. Wishing I could keep it all inside me. Wishing that he could stay inside me. But, unfortunately not. He slackened and slipped out of me. With an inevitable but satisfying slurp of his semen to follow. To start to drip down my leg.
My teacher came around to my front. Forcing his semen smeared penis to my mouth. Naughty girls shall do all the mopping up! And I suck his handsome cock back to softness. Until he hastily tucked himself away. But he wasn't finished with me quite yet.
From his pocket he produced his phone to take photos of me. Collecting evidence of your naughtiness! I had been trying to squeeze my bottom to hold his effluent within. But he spanked me to secure a release. And more of his seed escaped my used hole. Adding to his delight and his digital portfolio. I had to pose for him. Opening myself up for his gynaecology studies. Glistening wet with his production and my own excitement.
He even found a hockey stick and a badminton racket for me to impale myself upon with the end of the handle. I was absolutely sure I was to be caught. Disgracing myself in the school. While he is Mr Innocent. Filling his phone with my filth.
He decided he wanted to confiscate my knickers as a wet and smelly souvenir. Making me walk back along to collect Jonathan from the real teachers, still dripping with sex. I'm sure they all knew.
I wondered if he would regret that as I would sit and leak all over his car seat on the way home. With my skirt hitched up, playing with my clitoris for his rearview mirror.
I was glad to see Jonathan had maintained his telltale bulge in his trousers. I was more than ready for all the Arsenal time he could offer once we had got home.
Our collected fish and chips was only half eaten!




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