Note: This story is 99.99% gay male, with a woman guiding the sexual activity from a distance.
A week had passed since Brenda stole the experimental sex pills from her medical research job. She had left them on the kitchen counter and her son Colin and his best friend Devon had inadvertently taken them. The whole ordeal ended with Devon fucking Colin under Brenda's watchful eye.
Since that night, she had noticed the two 18-year-olds spending a lot of time in Colin's bedroom with the door closed. Telltale noises poured out from the private space, telling Brenda exactly what the two boys were up to.
The effects of the drug were supposed to be temporary, but one week out, Colin and Devon were still going at it. Brenda was relieved that they were at least confining their activities to the bedroom, unlike their first go at each other out in the pool.
Another curiosity was that Colin seemed to have no lasting perception of his mother regarding these events. One would think, if your mom guided you into your first anal intercourse, you'd make note of that. But Colin maintained his good-natured attitude towards Brenda. This was a great relief to her.
However, this first occasion had ignited Brenda's appetite. The recent mishap had awoken more than just the boys' new desires. Having manipulated her own son into opening himself up for his best friend, Brenda was filled with the urge to exercise this power again. Her newfound perversion drove her to arrange another encounter for her son.
The gears churned in her mind until one figure stood out. Colin's biology teacher, Mr. Garcia was a handsome man. The thought of arranging something between him and Colin was exhilarating.
Brenda called the school office for an appointment to speak with Mr. Garcia about her son's future. Colin, at 18, was nearing the end of his senior year and such a meeting seemed perfectly reasonable.
So, with the scheme all set up, Brenda counted down the days. She informed Colin, who offered minor resistance. But he was, after all, a good son and agreed to the meeting. Finally, the day had arrived. After final period, Brenda stepped into the classroom to find Colin already chatting with his teacher. The room was otherwise abandoned.
To facilitate the delivery of the secret pills, Brenda had made cupcakes as a gift for the teacher. Each one had either yellow or purple sprinkles to indicate which crushed pill was sprinkled on which cupcakes.
Brenda introduced herself and took the chance to look Mr. Garcia up and down. Tall, handsome man was swarthy and distinguished. The gray at his temples spoke of his age, somewhere in his 50s, perhaps early 60s. He kept himself in good shape; his snug button-up shirt and the waist of his slacks bragged of a trim figure.
"I wanted to thank you for meeting with me on such short notice. Please, I insist you have a cupcake. I baked them myself this afternoon." She laid it on thick. The fit man didn't seem the type to eat too many sweets, so she wanted to ensure a successful pill administration.
She handed him a yellow cupcake, which had been laced with the dominant pill. Colin, meanwhile, who needed no cajoling, was already chomping on a purple treat, the color of submissive drug.
"Oh, no thank you," Mr. Garcia said with a cordial smile.
"I really must insist," she said, holding out the cupcake. Mr. Garcia reluctantly accepted the gift and nibbled a small bite. Brenda was relieved.
"Mm, very good," he said, wiping some frosting from his lips and licking the finger. "Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Mr. Garcia rested his butt on the edge of his desk to settle in.
"Well," Brenda began. "Colin is almost done with high school and soon he'll be off to college. I hoped that you might offer some suggestions for classes or electives, based on your observations of Colin and his work."
After a while, conjuring more questions and conversation became a strain for Brenda, but she needed to stall until the pills took effect. Colin had long ago fallen under the pharmaceutical spell, silently eyeing his buff teacher's broad frame, with his own teen bone pressing out the front of his shorts.
After about ten minutes, Brenda could sense Mr. Garcia's failing concentration. Or rather, his concentration had moved away from the mundane conversation and towards his student. He had grown a lump in his pants to match Colin's.
"Well, I think that soothes all of my concerns, Mr. Garcia. Would you allow me to offer you a token of my thanks?"
The man's eyes flicked towards the cupcakes, but Brenda had something better planned. "Colin, sweetie, go ahead and thank Mr. Garcia. I'd like this nice man to see more of you."
At his mother's behest, Colin rose from his desk. The mound in his shorts was immediately apparent. Mr. Garcia watched with interest as his student opened his fly and shucked down the garment. He fumbled with his shorts, pulling them off over his shoes. The teenager's colorful trunks were snug, showcasing his turgid teen tool. It looked like a big banana hiding inside his tight undies.
Colin followed by grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it over his head. The teacher's wide eyes and upward twist of his mouth spoke to his elation, drinking in an eyeful of the sexy boy's slender torso. His skin was smooth and clear, modestly toned. His nearly-naked form was so tantalizing. A tiny cross necklace rested on the boy's firm chest, a stark contrast to the unholy presentation the teen was offering. Wearing only his mounded little trunks, his striped socks, and his green canvas sneakers, Colin was a true sight of youthful allure.
Mr. Garcia had only enough presence of mind to offer the weakest resistance. "Uh, Colin," he said, after a solid minute of ogling his sexy student. "You shouldn't..."
But Colin stepped up close. "What was that, Mr. Garcia?" This barely-clothed 18-year-old seemed to be offering himself up to his science teacher, right there in the classroom, in front of his own mother. He placed a hand on his teacher's chest, pressing his crotch into Mr. Garcia's leg.
"I was thinking... Maybe my biology teacher might give me a biology lesson," he said, putting on a fake-pouting face.
