Pam Robinson - lady in the streets but a freak in the bed, prim and proper 3rd grade teacher, a true 50 year old former MILF evolving into a Cougar. Mrs. Robinson is set to get a 23 year-old African-American student teacher from the local community college just as Mr. Robinson (John) gets a promotion that takes him away from the house and away from his hyper sexual wife.
Read Chapter one to get the background and how they arrived in this position.
John returned from training, walked through the house and found his wife, on all fours, on their bed, in cuban two-toned leopard lingerie stockings, black with black heels with red bottoms still on, leapoard corset lace top with black tool, garter belt and straps. She had her hand reached around, buried in her snatch, breathing heavy.
"About fucking time you got here, Momma need's her boi's dick!"
John dropped everything, she swung around on the bed and before he could strip, he was plowing her from behind wheelbarrow style, the feel of the fine hosiery in his hands, the vision of her bouncing her crotch, hair pulled back in a pony tail, her mouth open gasping to each thrust.
"Don't cum Motherfucker!" she announced the smell of gin rebounding back to him, her desire torched by the fuel of Tanqueray from the green bottle.
He pulled out, her face angry, he was too close and backed away, and began to strip naked, gaining time, his cock pulsing, his load was close and receding back. She stood up, she pushed him back into the dresser, an angry grin, her hands on his chest, wrapped a leg around his leg and kissed him passionately.
John reached out and slipped his hand beneath her the cup of the corset and pinched her right nipple, her head kicked back, they were so sensitive the smallish 32a breasts, her mouth agape, his other hand lifted her up and soon she was riding his cock while he sat on the dresser. He knew since he was so close the first time to just exploding inside, he had more time this time, she slid deep on his shaft hitting a spot.
"OHHH BABY!" she exclaimed, his hand still pinching and digging into her nipple. He stepped away from the dresser, both her legs wrapped, his hands made it around her back and he used his tall frame to bounce her up and down on his cock.
"YES BOI! YES!" She screamed climaxing on his rod, he walked forward, her trembling body beneath him as he laid her down, pulled her legs over his shoulders and fucked her hard and fast cumming just a couple minutes behind her.
John was tired, but since being gone all week Pam stayed in her lingerie, strutting around as he was doing chores undone, watching him, waiting. The shades were all drawn, she freely left nipples exposed, only adjusting on occasion. She only had this persona when dressed up, and she would make sure she had everything, the adornments, the lipstick, even dark eye shadow or cat eyes.
This change built up slowly, Pam adding a piece of the persona almost weekly, with the inviting lingerie but also the dominant talk and behavior. John recalled on a Saturday just after lunch about two months ago was when he first returned to her drunk and horny and things elevated. It was approaching dinner time, and she finally fixed another drink, getting a whiskey water for him. She stood in the kitchen, hands on hips, until he got around to figuring out and fixing dinner, a light salad with chicken breast on top of mix greens with a Mediterranean dressing and toppings.
He knew this Pam very well, she had built this dominant personality she treated him with quite a bit lately, his 6'2" frame, 220 lbs., in good shape using time at the station to life consistent. John had a square jaw, endearing smile and rugged good looks, even when he grows, what Pam calls his 'porn' mustache. He shaved his head now, but always had dark, full hair until recently.
He cleaned up while she sat, her leg up in the air, on her second drink since starting supper, filling her finger nails, watching his every move. This was an unspoken ritual of John doing chores until she either ordered him to do something sexual, or he did something wrong and she punished him with some light obedience.
He made it through cleaning up and she got up, looked at him side eye, and walked into the bedroom. John pivoted and followed her into the bedroom where she stood by the bed waiting, he didn't have to ask, just disrobed and sat on the bed. She put her arms around his neck, slipped her leg around his back, then the other and lowered on his cock.
"Ohhhhh, good boi...ohhhhh" Pam slid down on his shaft, then arched backwards, putting the pressure of his cock deeper it driving inside her torso. She moved her hands along his arms until she was almost horizontal to the ground, then pulled up again, repeating this motion she called 'rock the boat'. "SHIT! Ohhh baby, I've missed my cock!"
He leant forward, face in her neck and then she would recede back.
"YESS! YESSSS!" she came, her fluids rushing more this time, warming his shaft, he turned her and standing on the floor pounded her cunt, holding her hips and pulling her tight when he came.
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Tyresse, Mr. Goodman, finished his orientation week and two weeks of observation at Washington Elementary in Mrs. Robison's 3rd grade classroom and two things were very apparent. He had a good demeanor, could engage with all students, and secondly, he was gorgeous, charismatic and a sweet young man.
Pam remembers the day, the time and what was going on the moment Tyresse first flirted with ther.
"You're gonna have to tell me your secret, so I can tell my Momma she needs to step up her game," Tyrese said, Pam having a salad alone in the teacher's lounge, he in a shirt and tie, tight to his athletic frame. He played baseball at the community college and still kept in fine shape, she guessed about 190 lbs of muscle, 6'3". "You obviously eat well, Momma..."
He paused and to her it felt like how John would address her when Pam was in her dominant mode.
"...Momma needs to cut her carbs and she's only 42!"
Pam did a good job keeping it professional for his first three weeks, her husband being gone, coming back, being gone, coming back led to really good return home sex with John.
Note 12:34 p.m., third week of semester two, teacher's lounge her first sexual thought about Tyrese crossed her mind. Looking at his hard body pressed against the fabric of his shirt, she saw her hands there, on his face her lips on his lips.
"Mrs. Robinson?" He said, his smiled dimmed a little.
"Mr. Goodman, tell your Momma just move more and eat less," she said, looking down at her salad and back up at him. "I'm sure she's beautiful."
"Yeah, back in the day for sure..." He said looking down. "I worry about her weight now, I mean if she lost the weight she'd be gorgeous like you...ah...I mean..."
"It's okay," Pam said, her heart fluttering a little, looking back down and she got up, purposefully brushing his shoulder going to the sink. "You're not so bad yourself."
He tilted his head, smiled and then the smile grew bigger.
"Aww, you're too nice," Tyresse said and left out of the room and was out of earshot when Pam muttered.
"No I'm not..."
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"A whole FUCKING month!" Pam elevated at John, knowing this was the deal but it not being a real deal until that moment the words came out of his mouth. "I know...the raise...I know..."
John was on the edge of the bed, having packed before she got home, head in his hands. He thought they left on Wednesday, but the flights were best, and they would be able to leave a couple days earlier, if they left tonight.
They had adapted well to the week at a time off, getting things around the house covered, garbage out, bills paid, those kinds of things. He figured the sex would be fine, misunderstanding at first thinking he'd only be a few hours away and she could visit on the weekends, or he possibly come home for a day. Instead he was being flow out to the coast for the intensive training, which it took one of the three months away, only going to be gone two.
He tried to point some of these things out, Pam understanding but not accepting in the moment.
Eventually she settled down and even helped him check his large suitcase for everything, getting a little handsy, though they didn't have any time to mess around, the Uber was coming in less than 30 minutes. Pam eventually hugged him and thanked him for assuring their retirement savings was healthy. Soon enough they were standing on the front step waiting.
"Maybe it's time I find that young, black stud, we talked about in Nashville?" Pam joked, getting only John's raised 'don't think about it' eyebrows. "Just a thought..."
