It was nearly 5 and I was waiting for my last parent conference of the day. After a full day of teaching chemistry to high schoolers and nearly three hours of back to back parents meetings with concerned parents, I was tired, cranky and definitely not looking forward to this next meeting. Angela had been having problems of all sorts in my class and I had no idea how to discuss this with her parents. My worries were interrupted by a soft voice.
âExcuse me, Mr. Petersâ she said walking in out of the pages of a magazine. A magazine with very adult fantasies. Her dark hair framed a knock-out face with blazing eyes and a full, pouty lips. Her business suit was unbuttoned to reveal a sliver of lace and an eyeful of bosom. Her dress stopped a few inches above her knee, covering well-rounded hips. My reverie was broken as she continued, âI am Angelaâs mother, Mrs. Burtonâ. She continued to walk toward allowing me to admire her swaying hips on black pump heels a little longer. I grabbed her hand to shake thinking if she dresses like this to work, who gets any work done in that office. Forget hand shakes, letâs shed these clothes and fuck. This was quickly followed by âget a grip on yourself, man. This is a parent of a child in trouble.â
I started with the usual things getting her to share her concerns. I nodded sympathetically, starring directly in her eyes, mainly to make sure my view did not drop to the inviting cleft between her solid breasts. She spoke about how her daughter had become rebellious and hard to speak to, how her friends were not always savory, how different raising a daughter in this cosmopolitan world was so different from how it had been her native Peru. I understood and soon we were talking about growing up today and what we observed as parents and teachers. I told her that Angela had many excellent qualities including a sharp mind for science if she had more confidence in herself and is she spent more time on studies.
âThatâs what I tell her, but it is hard when her father is away on business trips so oftenâ, and then she was quiet. I waited for her to continue, but she turned her face away.
âGo onâ I said, and after a long silence she told me about problems she and her husband were having, the women he had in other towns and how this was messing up Angela. Tears formed in her beautiful eyes. I looked at her face and then down to her chest where I could now see her lace bra and the beginning of dark areolas above the lace. She must have hug nipples for that much to be visible, I thought. I remembered who and where I was and I stood up and went across the desk and brought her to her feet and held her as she cried quietly. I could feel those lovely breasts against my chest and I thought of her daughterâs body in comparison to this goddess. Most men are surrounded by mature women and lust after teen flesh. I am always in the company of young women with their tight asses in tighter pants and firm, perky tits pushed up with the latest push-up bras, so I crave women with round hips and breasts I could sink my teeth into. Mrs. Burton was definitely such a woman at her prime and I could feel my dick twitch against her belly as I held her. After a few minutes she stopped, kissed me on the cheek and said she had better go.
âCall me if you ever need to talkâ âŠor want to do anything else, I thought as I saw her ass walk away from me. Her skirt was tight enough for me to catch glimpse of panty line left by her thong panties.
It was a few weeks later when I got a call after school. It was Mrs. Burton wanting to come talk to me. I was surprised as Angela had really got her lovely young ass in gear and was doing much better.
Mrs. Burton walked in, even more of a wet dream than last time. She was wearing a similar tight skirt and open business jacket. She sat down at one of the lab benches and began,
âYou said I could call you if I needed to talk, and I do. The bastard wants to leave me. He says he no longer finds me attractive.â
âYou are gorgeous, Mrs. Burtonâ I mumbled staring at her breasts, but noticing that I could not see a hint of lace this time.
âCall me Marta,â she said standing up. Her dress had move up her delectable hips but she made no move to push it down. I could see her golden tan thighs and wondered about what was between those legs. She walked toward where I was and sat down at the lab bench before my face. She licked her lips and said, âI got a distinctive feeling last time that you did find me attractive âŠa feeling against my stomach when you held me.â
She smiled at me and opened her legs. I could look all the way up and I could see her lace panties.
â I think you can make me feel beautiful againâ
I stood up and revealed my now erect cock straining against my teaching pants.
âHow is this for a opening argumentâ I said looking down at my groin. She threw her head back and opened her jacket revealing two equally weighty and erotic breasts with large, round nipples. I started and maybe even drooled because she laughed and squeezed them both, like a porn star might. She then grabbed me through my pants. I ran my hands up her legs, bunching her skirt at her hips and exposing the crotch of her lace panties. I knelt down and inhaled deeply. I could see her dark pubic her under the thin, moist fabric. I teased her by putting my mouth against the cloth and sucking at it. She had been wet for a while because I could actually drain some pussy nectar from the crotch of her panties. It may have been my imagination but I swear I tasted some picante mixed with pussy also. I slipped a finger in and groped around the wetness. With my teeth and my free hand I took off the panties and was rewarded with a sight of the hairiest pussy I had seen in a while.
âHmmmmâŠand you smell like pure sex.â I said as I held aside her pussy hair and dipped the tip of my tongue to her lips. She moaned as my tongue touched her and grabbed my head for leverage.
She threw her head back and said âI want to be naughty. Fucking in your daughterâs chem. classâŠthat seems so dirty âŠoooooooooh,â she had to interrupt that thought as I had started licking her entire pussy including periodic jabs at her hooded clit. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and started moving them around in her increasingly sloppy pussy. With my tongue I focused on unhooding her clit and then I sucked it. She started shaking and as her moans became louder and louder I stuck one wet finger up her asshole. I looked up to see her long fingers working her nipples. The combination of my attention to her clit and the new pressure against her bunghole sent her over. She trembled all over, but held my face firmly to her crotch.
She lay back with her dress still bunched up and her pussy dripping her juices. I slipped off my pants and shirt and went back to her wide open pussy. As I licked her wet pubic hair, I noticed a little tattoo to the side. It was just a red heart, but the sight of this on the crotch of the mother of a student on mine and the fact that she had just come on my lab bench made me thrust my tongue into her again. But this time I licked her the other way and found my tongue circling her brown asshole. Sweat had started running down her body and had collected in her butt crack. I inhaled her pure scent deeply.