When Shannon's mother volunteered to tutor me in English I was trepidations, I mean this woman practically chases me away from her house with a broom if Shannon and I get too close and now she is having me over to help me with school. Now, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help as my English marks are failing and a free tutor is better than no tutor, it is just the sudden change of heart makes me nervous as to what she is up to.
I ring the bell to her door and only have to wait a short while until the door swings open. Standing in front of me was the woman that every young man in the neighbourhood held secret fantasies of. Her dark hair straightened and long enough to drape over her shoulder, her figure concealed in her loose fitting clothing, but the obvious fact was that she was lithe and athletic.
She leads me inside, walking in front of me and giving me a clear view of her rear swaying with each step in a provocative manner, I had to shake my head to remind myself who I was watching. She leads me to the living room where there is a table laid out and a couple of chairs with a white board set up, obviously all this was for me and I was certain to make her aware that I appreciated all the effort, which of course she downplayed as nothing and accepted the praise.
She talked to me for a while about how things would work, apparently Shannon was going to be at a relatives for the weekend so it would be the two of them for the afternoon, and as for studying, we were going to discover the problems and find a different way of looking at them.
She starts by leaning over the table from the other side to take a look at where I am having difficulties, as she does, I see her shirt open slightly and expose some of her breasts to me, the milky white flesh becomes irresistible and causes me to stare down her blouse while she talks until she finally catches me.
"Are you staring down my shirt?" she asks tartly as she stands up abruptly, her hands finding her hips in that disappointed pose that every young man dreads to see in a woman.
I stutter in response, unable to form words to defend myself, suddenly terrified of the consequences and she speaks again, her voice louder this time, "You were too you little pervert."
Finally managing to form words I respond in the most apologetic tone I can muster, " No, no, I would never, I mean not intentionally, I mean-."
This sparks an even more abrupt reaction as she interrupts me "And why not?" she asks, "Am I not attractive enough for you to 'check out'?"
Stuttering again and my face flushed red as cherries I stammer around back and forth trying to defend myself only finding that it digs a hole deeper. Eventually she finds some degree of mercy, and stops turning everything I say against me.
Now looking at me with a look of a predator that has been cunning enough to outwit his prey and was now savouring it for the kill she changes the conversation, "OK then you little pervert, since we have established that the only thing you can focus on is attractive women, we are going to play a game, if you answer a question correctly, I will get a little more edgy for you, if you get it wrong, less so." then with a wink she looks at me expectantly.
I nod with hesitance and a hint of eagerness, thinking to myself that all learning should be more like this, forgetting entirely that I am dating her daughter and my better sensitivities all together.
The questions start off relatively easy and each one correctly answered earns me a button undone from her top, each one progressively more risque in how she opens it until her bottom button is all that remains, leaving her bra slightly uncovered and a hint of her breasts showing.
Her questions now become more difficult and a few buttons are done up until I can finally earn them back with a bit of focus and restraint. Getting back to the bottom button I nail the question to get the last button with such confidence she grins at me like she has won something insubstantial but important. Another question and she removes her blouse completely, taking a moment for me to enjoy the sights, propping her breasts up using her shoulders to enhance them.
Her upper figure now visible it becomes obvious that her clothes do her no justice, her toned figure borders on muscular, and her abs flat and inviting at the same time. Her breasts seem massive in comparison to what I expected, appearing to strain against her purple bra eager to be released, heaving up and down with each breath.
"You seem to like what you see, maybe next time you wont judge a book by its cover." she says with a wink and makes like she is going to continue with the lesson, "OK, bonus question, get it right we will go to the bonus round, get it wrong and we will continue as we are, so for all the marbles, can you tell me what colour are my panties?"
I nearly choke on my breath as she asks the questions and have to concentrate hard to be able to reason out what colour they are. A myriad of colours come to mind, red, black, even white, but eventually I decide that the most likely case is that they match her bra, "Purple?" I ask questioningly.