The Teacher heard his doorbell ring. He left his lesson planner and the papers he was grading on his coffee table and got up and walked over to answer the summons. He opened his front door to find the Concerned Mom waiting patiently, on time for their appointment to discuss the problems her son was having in his Biology class.
He immediately noticed the way she was dressed. The Concerned Mom was short and solid with auburn hair, with her substantial breasts enhanced by the rather tight shirt she was wearing. It was a Henley-style shirt, with only half of the buttons attached, allowing for a fair amount of cleavage.
The sight struck him immediately, and he realized this could turn into a very interesting evening, if he was willing to take a chance on losing his job. The way she carried herself and the aura she exuded, he thought, it might very well be worth taking the risk.
"Come in," he said. "Welcome to my home." She stepped up and crossed into the foyer. As she passed by, he extended his hand to guide her, touching the small of her back. He felt what was almost an electrical shock when he made contact with her, a shock that reverberated through his entire body. And he could sense a similar reaction from her, a hesitation and perhaps a slight shiver as she walked alongside him into the living room.
She stopped and turned to face him as his hand was still in contact. It slid from her back to her side as they stood quite close together. "I appreciate you seeing me after school hours," The Concerned Mom said. "I'm sorry I couldn't come during the regular time for these kind of meetings, but I had to work. You show great dedication to your students, because most teachers wouldn't meet this late, and in their own home, to boot."
"Well, thank you very much," he said. "The welfare of the students I teach is very important to me. And in the case of your son, there's some urgency to the situation."
She grimaced. "I know," the Concerned Mom said. "He's been struggling with Biology since the beginning of the year. His grades are so horrible that he's in danger of flunking, and that could ruin his chance to graduate and get into college."
"There's no reason he shouldn't be able to get at least a B," the Teacher said. "He's obviously very bright, very imaginative. His problem is that he doesn't seem to put any effort into his work, when he even bothers to turn it in."
He paused. "A lot of students complain about all the work they have to do. I have a simple philosophy – you have to do the work to learn anything. To really internalize the knowledge, it takes a lot of sweat. I work them hard because that's the only way to really get anything accomplished, in Biology class, or in life for that matter."
"I understand that," she said. "I've always felt that way, too. Anything worth doing means you have to be willing to work at it. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help my son pass this class."
"Well, the first thing is to get him to do the assigned work. He can't move forward until he stops moving backwards. That's physics, not biology, but the principle applies here as well."
She gave the Teacher a long look. "I've been pushing him to do that, and he's finally started listening to me. But I'm afraid he has too much ground to make up to really get his grade to where it should be. This isn't my best subject, so working with him on this won't help him all that much."
The Concerned Mom stopped, then took a deep breath and began speaking in a nervous tone. "I know you don't have time to give him extra help. Maybe you can tutor me on Biology, and I can do what I can that way to help him." She licked her lips and gave a nervous smile.
The Teacher couldn't believe what he heard – and saw. His stomach gave a lurch, and a little further south, he felt a stirring. Oh my, he thought, I hope I'm not misreading the situation. But if I'm not....
He gave a small smile and asked "What do you mean?"
She inched closer, and put her hand on the inside of his upper thigh. "Whatever you think is necessary, I'm willing to do."
"Really?"
"Really. I mean it." She licked her lips again, and smiled.
He looked her in the eye, then his gaze traveled downward, and he saw her cleavage and her breasts straining at the fabric of her shirt. He shivered just a bit and again looked her in the eye. She smiled again.
He took the plunge. "I'm more than willing to tutor you on Biology. I recommend we begin immediately. There's no time like the present."
"I agree," the Concerned Mom answered and moved closer to him on the couch. Her shifting of weight caused her breasts to jiggle and he noticed that her nipples had become erect. He felt his own body stir in response.
