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Chapter 4

Waking up he felt groggy as he rubbed his eyes from the previous night of a hectic family dinner, he forgot just how big Felix's family was with a family of seven. While he and his mother were quietly eating, hers was barking back and forth about whatever came to mind, overlapping each other as both he and his mother were left with a spectacle of a huge family dynamic. In which Jack's mother was unsure if she wanted more kids or not based on how chaotic it was, shortly deciding that one was enough. However somewhere during the night, it took a turn between the appetizers and the main meal as they got on the topic of what they wanted to do in the future, Felix yammered about how she'd just get her GEDs and continue on to a bachelor's in something, unsure of what she wanted to study, if all. Jack, interjecting the growing silence said that he'd be majoring in Journalism at a university an hour and a half away, transferring his college credit.

Things moved on but he noticed that Felix was a lot quieter throughout the night. His eyes adjusting to the growing light in his room he looked at his phone to see a couple of messages that were deleted from Felix during the previous night. Standing up he noticed his weak legs and remembered when he went to the bathroom in the middle of dinner, the vision of her hand filling his mouth and slicking it with his saliva only to abruptly torture his prostate as she shoved her hand deep into his pants and wriggled her slick fingers into him. Face mushed against the mosaic wall he felt her other hand grip the back of his neck like a kitten, hunched over and facing the impossible task of staying on his feet he felt his innards warm and tingle from her abrupt entrance, immobile and stiff from having his zipper down at the urinal he felt the flaming anxiety of someone walking in on them. "Ah--huff, stop--stop. What if someone walks in on us?"

She remained quiet and continued to finger fuck him until he was full mast, his breath heavy, fogging up the ceramic with his twitching breath. With a hushed tone, he tried to control his breathing from feeling her bully his ball of pleasure, grazing it for a long second to quickly recede to the entrance to his hole, only to jam it straight on his love button and mash it like an intense round of Street Fighter, making him muffle a whiny moan with his clenched lips. His pants now slowly falling he widened his stance to ensure they didn't inch any further. All this prompted her to do was sneak a third finger within him to take him further to the edge. An orgasm was building up and he was about to blow, sweat coming down his brow and throat sore from keeping it at bay he started to whimper loudly.

Quickly she took the hand that gripped his neck and reached into his hanging jaw, holding it to only pull his head back to her mouth, grazing his ear she mouthed something so quiet that he couldn't hear from his pounding heartbeat droning out the sound, along with the slicking sounds of her fierce hand violating his slick ass. Knees starting to lose their strength she felt him nearing the end and gripped both his cock and prostate to rocket out cum that lathered the urinal ceramic with a new sheen of white. Ropes of cum sputtered out as he felt her vigorous hands rapidly massage his cock and pummel his innards as the world seemed to swim, throwing both hands against the wall to stabilize himself his ass flexed hard trying to get strength to his knees, anything to make his legs work, a minute later the daze of an abrupt orgasm left him thoughtless as he was alone in the bathroom with his pants on the floor. A wave of euphoria filled him as the tension in his body relaxed, his shoulders and neck feeling soft. Eyelids shuttered in place while his vision focused on the texture of the ceiling.

Startled by hearing the sound of piss hitting the urinal, he looked down, seeing himself using the urinal as intended, shuffling back into place as he aimed to wash off the cum that covered it. Afterward bending down to pull his pants up and shivering as he felt the dull ache of his explored asshole winking expecting her fingers to enter once again. Taking a deep breath as he washed his face and cleared his mind to join the table once again. Looking one last time at his reflection with mixed emotions before he left. Walking back to the table he managed to continue with the night as usual, aside from Felix behaving smaller than her usual self, stabbing at her food.

The sun hit its peak and as Jack finished his old assignments as he lamented about what to do now Felix seemed a little more distant than usual. By this time he would receive a text from her letting him know of her arrival for 'FUN' night. Their mothers played DnD while Jack was left to fend Felix off for two or three hours. How they never heard Jack's screams for so long was because Jack's mother soundproofed the basement room because Jack hated hearing how loud they got during sessions. He soon regretted that as now Felix could be as loud as she wanted with him without anyone suspecting a thing, knowing someone was leaving the basement and smothering Jack because of the loud squeaky door hinges Jack's mother swore she'd eventually fix, but never did.

Walking downstairs to make himself some breakfast he abruptly bumped into a woman. Thinking it was his mother he felt the paralyzing confusion that came with seeing his English professor in the kitchen, Ms. Ander.

"Hi Jack."

"..."

"Jack?"

"Oh, sorry hi, it was just weird seeing you... here. Did my mom call you?"

"Ava? Oh, sorry of course your mother is Ava she just looks so young!"

"Ha, ya... I know this is awkward saying this but why are you here?"

"Well, I am here to--Oh, hold on I got to put this down."

Adjusting her glasses with her shoulder, she bent over to place the large box of paper and notebooks on the kitchen counter. Jack noticed her wide butt strain against her polka dot pajamas, a distinct line of her underwear forming as she grunted from relieving herself from the heavy load, blushing at the sight. Taking her large breasts off the box, and puffing out her red college sweatshirt he was enamored by her size. She shook her head to crack her neck, along her J-cup chest wobbled forth. Turning around, Jack noticed how tall she was as well, standing at 6"0 she towered over him, something he was never aware of due to always sitting in her class.

"Oh yeah, I attended Baymore Academy back when I was in college just like you, fun school, a lot of academic minds over there." Jack snapped out of it when he realized he'd been staring at her chest, conveniently it had her college's name on it.

"Anyhoo, your mother called me over because she said she needed help wrapping up a DnD campaign of hers, something about figuring out an ending. We bumped into each other at the game store and got to chatting. Exchange numbers etc. So I'm here to help her out, two birds, one stone, she told me about you and I figured I'd get to have this interaction with you." Putting her hands on his shoulders she peered at him and spoke assuringly. "You are a talent, I honestly don't know why you don't apply yourself. Or rather just take my much more advanced class." Feeling the deep discomfort of being questioned he hesitated to give a real answer. Mentally the real reason surfaced in his mind and scraped anything in its path. Truth be told, he was burnt out.

Done with school, and its many repetitive tasks, the loneliness and pain that haunted him throughout his school life by ruthless bullies. He thought college would be different until Felix came along. Culminating to the point of a mind waiting for peace someplace in this world, only to find it in the books he'd read and the stories he wrote. Trying to glue together some semblance of happiness that came forth from the shredder. Questioning internally why he would ever add more to his already broken plate.

Eyes glazed and a growing silence later he uttered. "I'm just... tir--"

"I know what burn-out looks like Jack, I've been there before, I see it in those eyebags." She said, hugging him deeply, her chest cupping his head like closing walls as he smelt her honeycomb perfume. Her head on top of his as she hugged tighter, enjoying her embrace he hugged her back, and as the sweet moment marinated he tried to pull back. But he guessed she wanted a longer hug, as thirty seconds passed he double-tapped her back, then began to shuffle a bit when she finally let go. His eyes squinted and realized how dizzy he seemed to be as he fell back onto Ms. Ander trying to not fall, as the light came to focus he realized just how tight her hug was when he felt the blood start to flow back into his face.

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"Oh, you've met my son already! Jack, this is Jessica." Jack's mother blurted out as she came back from a phone call in the backyard.

"Oh I prefer to go by Ander. It's just what I'm used to nowadays."

"No problem, hey, um...okay bring that box into the basement, I'll join you in a minute, I have to grab something upstairs real quick." She said walking quickly.

"Excuse me, Jack but can you help open the door while I carry the box?" Ms. Ander said with a relaxed tone of womanly charm.

"Sure, the basements over here." He said catching his breath.

Chapter 5

*Click* "Yeah just set it down... um, on the chair I guess," Jack said thinking as it had been a while since he had been in his mother's basement, walls covered in shelves of art and books, a small workshop in the corner with various tools for miniature making, as well as a large pool table in the middle of the room covered with DnD decoration and sets. Paper and figures were scattered everywhere, the room giving off a scent of lavender air freshener that was plugged into the wall. Closing the door he saw that it had been densely soundproofed to stop all noise from escaping, looking around he felt the warm air move around as the ventilation shaft lightly rattled and the warm light covered the pool table, the general ambiance of the room was stuffy and still somehow organized and campy. Jack, done drinking in the environment, guided Ms. Ander to place the box on one of the many chairs by the pool table.

"Wow, your mother has quite the hobby down here, tell me is this where you get all your writing prowess from?" Ms. Ander said earnestly.

"I don't really join my mom in her games, just not into it, but I usually hear a lot about it during dinner and breakfast." Jack shifted his eyes away from her as she hobbled over carefully to the chair, bending down only to have shown her crack eating her pajamas, provoking a small tent in his shorts.

"A skinny guy like you doesn't skip meals?" Ms. Ander jokingly spoke.

Jack's insecurity answered the question with a defensive demeanor as he spoke quickly, "The food just goes right through me, high metabolism is all." Ms. Ander was able to look right through him as she prodded a little further, antagonizing him as she walked over and sat on the pool table in front of him.

"I get it, I was a skinny girl back when I was younger, too tall for my weight to catch up, but you're still pretty tiny yourself despite that at five feet tall. I remember all the short guys always packing muscle on so quickly."

"5"2 actually, and I just have other priorities right now."

"Even when I was in books deep in college I still managed to hit the gym daily, what are you doing these days?" Ms. Ander poked at his ego and managed to have his cheeks red and blushing frustrated.

Jack spoke again but with a more restrained tone that tried to demand her, "Get off the table, my mom doesn't appreciate her stuff being sat on."

"Apologies, can you help me off then." She said as she dangled her feet a foot off the floor.

"Yeah, whatever." Ms. Ander didn't realize how much of a sore spot his physique was to him, she started to get wet as she had been eyeing him down for a while now, she thought back to when she first saw him walking on the train tracks by the bus station. It had been a cold day when she saw him. A man and this other woman, walking side by side, she thought to scold them to not walk on the tracks until she managed to get into yelling distance and saw the woman groping his ass with a furious intensity that made the man squirm. Her voice dying in her throat she quickly hid behind a tree and peeked behind as the two had heard something in the distance, brushing it off they continued onward as they made it further down.

Ms. Ander didn't know what to think. Why did her heart pump so fast all of a sudden? Why did she hide? Then the sudden urge to follow them ate at her and she quietly walked on the grass, always in view of them as her clothes blended in with the greenery behind her while the fog served to smudge her into the environment. Looking again she heard the man's girlish whimpers, catching the way he would sometimes stumble forward as a wood board would catch his foot, the woman letting him fall at times and giggling at his efforts to stay up while she ragged on him over his twitching figure.

Noticing that she would move her hand in her pocket, the man in turn would breathe a little louder as his ass clenched up on their walk. Her heart pounding she tried to follow longer but was forced to stay back as they approached an opening, nowhere to hide she stayed hidden behind the tree as she saw the two walk further hearing the woman say.

"Jeez Jack, you can at least try to keep it together, I haven't even tried level ten yet and you're already a gibbering mess." 'Jack', she thought to herself, retreating back to the bus stop. Sitting down she felt her crotch as the wetness managed to soak her cotton panties, a ripe smell emanating even to her own nose. In the present, Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to lift her up.

"Keep going, I feel myself lifting a bit, just lift with your legs Jack." She said as she reveled in the feeling of him trying his best to lift her, lustful of his weak little body that tried to raise her. Feeling tickled a bit by his efforts, feeling his tightening hug she reminisced about the second time she saw Jack. She had attended a local wrestling match at the local community college. She didn't realize it at the time but she noticed a very shy man approaching the mats, the announcer called their names and her ears perked up as she noticed at one of the corners that Jack was to be wrestling a girl twice his size. He was the unlucky runt of the litter as he was not paying attention when his coach was asking who would wrestle the girl, being the last person in the line he was on his phone, and for punishment, he was the lucky one on the mat as he looked up surprised from his screen.

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Ms. Ander stood up and walked a little closer as she saw them get ready, and man was it brutal. He was small and squirmy as he was able to dodge most of the grapples from his opponent, giggling as she saw him even scrabble between her legs to the other side, his opponent was twice his size but only in weight. It was like seeing opposites as his skinny frame would soon be mooched under her big body. Watching his legs scramble away was like seeing a bug try to scuttle off as she lay on top of him, her chest mushing his face, the shy gentleman he was keeping his hands away. Seeing all of this only served to make the blood in her body circulate in all her most sensitive areas as the booming crowd laughed at the comical sight.

By the end of it, the woman won by points as she played with him like a rag doll across the mat, quickly she walked to the bathroom, abruptly bumping into a sweaty and... pissed looking woman that she could tell was on the edge of exploding.

"Apologies, oh, and congrats on your win, seems like your teammate got you guys behind, even getting beat by a girl," she said with a hurried kindness.

The woman looked at her and mumbled a heavy breath that sounded like a 'yeah'. Washing her hands, her heart felt heavy as her pent-up lust was starting to make her mind foggy. She was a temporary substitute at the games as one of the professors got sick, frustrated she couldn't go home and had to stay for the rest of the evening. Walking back to the emptying parking lot as the day ended, she sat in her car and took a deep breath. She had parked in one of the corners near the wall of forest. Hearing some scuffle in the bushes she figured some raccoons were fighting over some thrown hotdog on the ground until she heard a familiar whimper.

Quietly she peaked her head behind a tree and saw Jack still in his wrestling spandex while the woman she bumped into earlier had him against the thick redwood tree, again her crotch began to warm as she saw the woman knee the man in the balls, falling to his knees she grabbed the corners of his mouth and spat a large glob of spit into his mouth. Why was he letting her do this to him? She thought to herself as the man kept calling himself a cheating whore.

"She means nothing to me! I hate her, she humiliated me! I just couldn't get up, she was just so heavy, and I couldn't get away." Jack sputtered between kisses against the woman's crotch, belly, and thighs.

"I've heard enough. It doesn't take away the fact that I saw you trying to hide your hard-on mid-fight, you think I didn't see you conveniently trying to keep yourself flat on the mat? Huh? Do you think. I'M--FUCKING. STUPID?"

She said as she struck Jack across the face landing on the floor silent. A finger deep she masturbated at the erotic scene as the woman bent over and began to pet Jack as she held him tight. Milking his cock as he sniffled, Jack's long cock began to abruptly shoot ropes onto the floor as she held his mouth closed with her sweaty palm.

"You make too much noise when you cum." The woman said softly massaging his balls. Sweat pouring down her brow, she came all over her yoga pants, a prominent stain that darkened her already black pants that stunk of her aroma. Grabbing her left tit she played with her nipple until her orgasm died down and the heat in her chest came to a close, taking one last look before walking to the car and driving back home.

Shuffling in her ruffled and messy bed, Ms. Ander's lust-induced insomnia filled her brain as she tortured herself for not staying, the sight of her bent over as she made him eat her ass.

"Huff..." Snapping out of it she realized that Jack had been completely red in the face, hugging her as tight as he could, as he managed to finally lift her up and off the pool table, shaking as he gently put her down. Grunting heavy breaths he bent over leaning on the pool table with both his elbows resting on its edge as he arched his back, his shorts falling a little downwards, Ms. Ander noted how his cute shapely butt hung onto the stretched fabric of his underwear. Moments later, Jack gave a last heavy sigh and looked toward the surprisingly blank neutral face Ms. Ander presented, still deep in thought.

"Hey, I'll be upstairs. Are you... okay?" Jack said, perturbed by the blank look on his professor's face.

Blinking her eyes she regained her body and spoke, "Oh, yeah. I'll... Once I'm done helping your mother out mind meeting me after class on Monday?"

"If it's about helping me out with some of the old homework assignments I'm getting through it. I should be finished by the time Monday comes around."

"Oh, then still. I want to talk to you about future college courses. This is a unique time in your life and I wish to give you guidance as your professor and more so as your friend."

Jack raised his eyebrows and spoke, "Friend?"

"Are we not?"

"Well, I. Sure we can be friends."

"Great, now what do you need to do?"

"I'm going upstairs, need anything else?"

"I'm fine, have a good day." She said while interlocking her fingers, her hands resting down at her belly.

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