Hank opened his eyes and was startled to realize he had been fast asleep. He popped up on the couch and looked around. Jesse was leaning back in his chair, fast asleep. Hank looked back and Tyshawn was not in the room. He panicked, how long had he been asleep? Where were the girls? Where was Tyshawn? How could he have fallen asleep? Hank jumped up and moved into the hallway. He heard a toilet flush and Tyshawn came out of the bathroom door, snapping his jeans.
"Where are the girls?" Hank asked, trying to stay calm.
"I think they're in the bedroom changing." Tyshawn responded.
Hank walked to the end of the hall and opened the door. As he stepped into the room he saw Karen in front of the mirror, brushing her long, blonde hair. She was wearing her denim skirt but no shirt. Her young, full breasts were sitting proudly on her chest. Hank shook his head, amazed again at how perfect they were.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson." Karen said in a sweet voice.
"Did you have a nice nap?" she asked.
Hank was stunned. That was the first time he had heard her speak for the last several hours and she was talking to him like it was normal for him to see her standing there topless.
"Yeah, baby, I did. Where's teach?" he said.
"Oh, she's in her closet looking for a shirt for me. Mine was a little messed up." She said with a laugh.
"Yeah, sorry about that. We'll get you another one." Hank responded.
"That's ok, it was old anyway." She said and turned back to brush her long hair.
Hank looked at her. She was gorgeous. Her hair was full and bright blonde. Her legs were long and tan and looked incredible in her little denim skirt. Her ass was perfect as it filled out the skirt. She was barefoot and he loved seeing barefoot women. There was something natural and erotic about it. But what still blew him away were those tits. They looked almost too big for her little body. He watched them move in the mirror and found himself almost hypnotized.
"Karen, how's this one?" Hank heard the teacher's voice before he saw her emerge from the closet.
She was wearing a white camisole that hugged her tits perfectly, her little nipples poking through the material. She also had on a light blue pleated skirt that swished around her pretty legs when she walked. Her dark hair was in a ponytail and Hank thought she could have easily passed for a student.
"Well, good morning, Mr. Jackson." She said and walked past him to hand Karen a white cotton button up shirt.
"You were snoring." Sarah said with a giggle.
Hank watched as Karen took the shirt and slipped it on. She started buttoning from the bottom and continued until she reached the second button from the top. There was no way that one was going to button as her tits were stretching the shirt tight already. Her nipples were covered but there was a lot of cleavage pouring over the top of the stressed-out third button. He could also make out her nipples starting to poke out the soft material.
"Miss Johnson, I don't know. My dad might freak if he sees me like this." Karen said and turned around.
Hank saw Sarah laugh out loud and reach out to grab Karen's huge tits. She squeezed them and massaged them, pushing them together, forcing more over the top of the poor button.
"Karen, these monsters are impossible. I am so jealous. I'll have to give you a sweatshirt, but you are going to be so hot in this weather." Hank heard the teacher say.
He was struggling to figure out what was going on. He was standing there watching as these two were openly affectionate with each other like they were lifetime lovers and doing it right in front of him. He shook his head to try and understand.
"Miss Johnson, you should not be jealous. At least you won't have back problems and I think you are beautiful." He heard Karen say and watched her feel up her teacher's tits through her shirt and lean forward to kiss each nipple. Hank felt his cock tingle and start to fill up his pants.
"Stop it girl. We have to find something for you to wear and get you home. Come with me." Sarah said and pulled Karen with her by the arm into the closet.
Hank turned and left the room to walk down the hall. He came into the living room and Tyshawn was watching TV.
"Son, what happened here?" Hank said.
"What do you mean, Hank?" Tyshawn said, looking up.
"I mean what happened after I fell asleep?" Hank responded.
"Well, let's see, the teacher came all over Jesse's dick and then Jesse blew a load up in her. She just collapsed on him and lay there. The cheerleader gave me the best blowjob in history and swallowed every drop. It was incredible. After she finished she got up and grabbed the teacher and they went into the bedroom. I sat here for a few minutes recovering and then I had to go to the bathroom bad. I came out and ran into you." Tyshawn said and turned back to the TV.
Hank started to say something else but he couldn't think of how to ask the question. He closed his mouth and stood there.
"Mr. Jackson, it's 4:30, we have to get Karen home before her parents get worried. We called them and said she was staying late with me but we need to get her back soon." Sarah said as she bounced into the room.
Hank turned to see she had put a light pink button shirt over her camisole. She had the bottom couple of buttons done up but most of the white camisole was still visible. He noticed that her nipples however were now covered by the shirt. Karen had on a sweatshirt that was obviously too small for her. Her tits were pushing it out but the bottom did reach the top of her skirt so it didn't look as bad as the white shirt.
"We can take my car." Sarah said and grabbed her keys and purse.
Sarah and Karen walked to the door and turned to face Hank.
"You coming, Mr. Jackson?" Karen said and giggled at the double meaning.
Hank walked over and followed them out the door. He watched their beautiful asses sway in front of him as they descended the stairs. They walked over to the car and stopped.
"Do you want to drive, Mr. Jackson?" Sarah asked.
'No, that's fine. It might look better if you drove, he said.
Hank crawled into the back seat and Karen slid in the front. Sarah pulled out of the parking lot and started to make her way to Karen's house, guided by Karen's directions. Hank sat and tried to make sense of what he had here. The two girls were obviously back to normal as far as their mental state was concerned. They also seemed to still be accepting of their new roles as they were treating him almost as their father. He couldn't believe this could be happening so easily but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would have to watch closely and make sure they weren't trying to pull one over on him though. His momma didn't raise no fool.
"It's the white one there with the big tree in front, Miss Johnson." Karen said and Sarah pulled into a wide driveway in front of what Hank thought looked like a mansion.
He got out of the car and followed the girls to the door, admiring the perfectly trimmed lawn and expensive landscaping. He hesitated a little when he realized he didn't know how he was going to explain his presence. What would a janitor be doing escorting a teacher and her student? He cursed himself under his breath for being so confused by the girls' behavior to not prepare for this situation. He was trying to think quickly when Karen opened the door.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home." He heard her yell into the house.
Hank saw a beautiful woman appear from the left and hug Karen. She looked exactly like Karen but obviously older. Her age had done nothing to alter her stunning looks and Hank thought it might have even made her even prettier than her daughter.
"Mom, this is my teacher, Miss Johnson." Karen said and turned her Mom to face Sarah.
Sarah reached out and shook the mom's hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Smith. You have a lovely home." Sarah said.
"And Mom, this is Mr. Jackson. He is one of the administrators at school. He saved us today. Miss Johnson's car wouldn't start so he drove us here." Karen said, smiling at Hank.
Mrs. Smith reached out and took Hank's hand. Hank felt a little electricity when he touched the woman's hand. He glanced at Karen and she winked at him.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Jackson, for helping my little girl." She said and flashed a perfect white smile at Hank.
Hank pulled his attention back to the mom and saw her beautiful face and eyes right in front of him. She was perfect, he began to wonder if there had been any "artificial help" but if there was he had to get the name of that doctor because she looked absolutely natural.
"Mom, I had an accident at school and ripped my shirt really bad, it was so bad I had to toss it out. Miss Johnson luckily had this sweatshirt she let me borrow." Karen said.
"Honey, did you get hurt? What happened?" Mrs. Smith turned back towards her daughter.
"No, Mom, I fell and caught my shirt on a locker. I did land funny on my hand and it is swollen." Karen said and held out her hand.
"Oh my, come in here and let's get some ice on that right away." She said and whisked Karen down the hall.
"Miss Johnson, Mr. Jackson, please come in." she said over her shoulder as she brought Karen into the kitchen.
She sat Karen down at the table and reached into the freezer and pulled out a small blue ice pack. She put it on Karen's hand.
"You leave it on for about 15 minutes, young lady." Mrs. Smith said in a mockingly serious tone.
Hank did not hear anything that was said after he entered the kitchen. He was taken aback by the size of the room. There was a huge sitting area directly in front of him with a beautiful table. To the right was an expansive kitchen. It looked immaculate and everything shined. To his left there was a humongous open room that was carpeted and had two couches, a fireplace and a gigantic TV set stuck to the far wall. Directly in front of him, past the table was a set of sliding glass doors that opened to a huge deck. Hank could see a pool down past the deck. He had never seen anything so beautiful and clean.
