Naughty Mother

Another terrible performance was given by my home student; I'm a teacher who provides private tutoring to students who needed extra help. As I said, this particular boy had a lot of problems. I thought he was capable of the work, but his head was always in another place.

His concentration drifted very easily, the paper I had given him was for students a year below him, he failed even to get twenty-five percent correct.

His mum was a nice lady, respectable or so I thought until that one day.

I was also the student's teacher at school, and the one who gave him his marks, these marks were the ones that counted, not the home paper ones. He needed to pass in order to get through to a football team for the school.

He was good at football, but his marks in my lessons stank. I had taught the kid through quite a few evenings, one to one, for two months and although there was an improvement, it was very slow and very little. His mum would sometimes come into the room; she sat on a chair, drank her tea and read a book, and I think she also watched us. Well, I think she actually watched me. Several times I would catch her out the corner of my eye as she gazed across to me. I felt a bit uncomfortable but thought nothing of it.

We had just finished for the evening and I was talking to him when his mum came into the room and listened. I did not mind that as I wanted her to hear as well. I told the kid, he needed to buck up his ideas and concentrate a little harder; otherwise, a position on the team may not be open to him.

I also told him that even without the offer of the football team, he needed to get through with good marks for a better future for himself, I said to him, "In the long run you will be the one who benefits from the efforts you put in now."

He looked at me as if it meant nothing, he ran out of the room and I heard the front door slam shut. His mum looked at me and shook her head, she said, "I know what you are saying, but I don't think he is up to that sort of challenge."

I stood and looked at Ruth, the kids mum, and said, "I know he can improve, is it me he doesn't like?"

Ruth stood with her empty cup and began to walk slowly towards me she said, "You! What you being black!" She sniggered.

She walked past me and picked up my empty mug, she carried on into the kitchen and said, "I don't think so, actually I know that's not the case."

I walked and stood in the doorway of the kitchen and said, "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant me as a teacher."

She placed the cup and mug into the sink and walked back in my direction. She walked slowly and steadily, mainly because of her size, Ruth was a large lady, not overly obese, but a few pounds overweight.

I knew Ruth was fifty-three years old, her skin was as white as white could be, the type that does not tan. She tried to look young; she dyed her blond hair with all sorts of different colours from month to month. This month she coloured it all and was an intense red, very vibrant, it was long and frizzy.

As she walked she said, "Look, forget about that, I'm paying you a lot of money to see he gets a pass into that team. I'll have a word with him when he comes back home."

I stepped aside as she passed me, I turned sideways to her. And holy shit, she grabbed my cock and said, "Otherwise I'll have to think of something else to raise... his score." She winked and moved on.

I was a bit shocked, as I followed her out, back into the front room to pick up my books, I said, "Excuse me... sorry!" as I rushed past her.

I picked up my books and briefcase, I said, "I'll be going now, thank you for the coffee."

Ruth was not my type, I was single but Ruth did not interest me. As you have gathered, I am black and I'm twenty-four years old. I have typical short frizzy hair and body wise I'm just a medium, nothing special.

I left and as I passed a field on the way home I saw the young lad playing football with his mates, and I understood why Ruth said 'it was not because I was black.' Looking at all his friends he was playing with, there were more coloured kids than white.

The next tutoring evening I was back there, I felt very apprehensive and nervous, but nothing happened. Ruth without asking made me a coffee and just talked pleasantly. No hint or mention of what happened the other day.

I gave more lessons and things had improved in the young boys' attitude as well as grasping the subject matter a little better. I thought I was making some headway with the kid.

It was the last home lesson before the final test paper at school. I spent most of the lesson tutoring him giving him some advice and pointers, while Ruth sat, drank and read. For the rest of the lesson, I talked to him about his concentration and praised him for his improvement, slight as it may have been.

I thought it best to encourage him and give him a bit of self-belief and hope that would drive him on. As soon as I had finished he ran off, to his mates in the field I presumed. I stood and took my empty mug into the kitchen.

As I walked back into the room, Ruth was standing by the table where I had my books and briefcase. She looked at me and said, "Thank you for giving him that talk, but I know that won't improve his marks. I'd like to be of some... help!"

I looked at her quizzically as I was not sure how Ruth expected to help her son. I said, "Yes, I think he needs all the help he can get; whether that's from me... Or you."

She said, "I can see you've tried your hardest, so if you don't mind I'd like to add my little push for him."

She grabbed me with a hand behind my neck and pulled me towards her, she kissed me. I was taken by surprise and pushed her back, I said, "Ruth... Please... What are you doing, please don't. It won't help, this won't help!"

She still had her hand on the back of my neck, and she said, "Oh it'll help, maybe not him...!"

She pulled me back and tried to kiss me again, and again I pushed her away saying, "Ruth please, please don't."

And although she was a large lady she was strong with it. She pulled me back to her lips, she didn't kiss me, she spoke close to my lips, they touched as she spoke, "We're going to have a little fun. Just you and I, right now... Get upstairs!"

I had to push hard to even budge her a bit, I said, "Whatever you have in mind, please understand, I can't, I'd lose my job."

She let go of my neck, but she grabbed my hand in a very tight grip and led me, she said as we walked... well... she walked, I got dragged, she said, "How on earth is anyone going to find out!"

She passed the front door and locked it, she turned and winked to me and said, "He won't be home for another hour, but just in case."

She then dragged me upstairs into her bedroom; she left the door open and pushed me in. She said, "Don't think of running Harry, cause if you do I'll report you for negligence. There only has to be one bad egg in the basket, but it touches the others. Scars run deep Harry... then see if teaching remains as your profession."

I knew that was not right, but what was I supposed to do... apart from play along. She obviously wanted sex and for some reason, she wanted it from me. I could only think she was doing it for her son, but something was telling me she just wanted sex... maybe she didn't have a regular boyfriend... or just no male friends who would service her.

She had already started to take her clothes off. She had on a long dress which she had slipped off and was in her knickers and bra in no time.

Her bra strained to contain her enormous boobs, her stomach lightly folded over the waistband of her knickers. She had her hands behind her back to undo her bra as she shook her head from side to side, flicked her red hair back from her face.

She brought her hands forwards and took hold of the cups of the bra. She looked at me and said, "Look here Harry... now you've seen my bosoms," she pushed them together, and said, "let's get a look at that black cock that's going to shuffle between these."

I was stood frozen to the spot; I just looked at Ruth as she walked up to me, her face close to mine; she started to undo my belt and zipper as she spoke to me, "Men! I have to do everything myself."

She kissed my lips and stepped back; she got hold of my waistbands and pulled down my trousers and pants in one. My cock was in full view, I was not aroused, I was still in shock and disbelief. I stared at her as she looked at my vertically drooped cock.

She stepped back, then closer and again... Close to my face. With a finger, she stroked my cock and said, "Would you like me to wake this up?"

I stared at her face and said, "I can't do this."

She then got a bit ratty, she grabbed my cock in her fist and yanked it several times as she said, "Look here... this... this is happening. Get with it."

I closed my eyes; her yanking of my cock was taking effect. My cock gained rigidity with every pull she gave. She was still close to my face, she said, "See... your cock wants a piece of me."

Not much of a hand job, just a hand that was trying to yank my cock out from its root.

In my head, it was totally wrong and not the right thing to do or accept. But my cock in her warm chubby fingers had a different idea; it seemed my cock was going to do the thinking for the next events that Ruth had in mind.

She took a step back and looked down, she placed both her hands on my cock and looked up and said, "Fuck me Harry, nice cock. I've never had a cock where I can place both my hands on a thick shaft."

I was almost fully hard and I had to give in. Either I protest and fuck her, which would be a bit disappointing for both of us, or I play along and get involved. After all, I was sure that that was going to be a one-off, so why not enjoy it, my mind weakened but my cock was solid.

I knew she was not my type, if I walked down the street and she passed me, I would not have looked at her twice.

She knelt slowly and looked at my cock, she then looked up and said, "You're a big bastard aren't yeah Harry, with a real black man's cock."

She rolled my foreskin back and forth over my cock-head; she poked out her tongue and licked the tip. She licked it with the full length of her tongue, and then slipped the head into her mouth. She looked up at me while she sucked my knob.

I smiled and just thought again to myself, okay, let's do this, let's give her a good time and I'll just see if I can at least enjoy it. I undid a couple of buttons and slipped my shirt off the top of my head. I saw her eyes light up as I did that.

I slipped my shoes off one at a time by using my feet on each other, and then my trousers too. She looked happy as she sucked me off. I ran my fingers like a comb through her hair with both hands. And then I grabbed her head, I gave her a quick smirk and I stopped her head from moving. I forcibly pushed my cock into her mouth.

She took a hand away but kept the lower one on my shaft. I went fully in up to that hand, I could see her eyes water. No tears ran down, but her blue eyes glistened brightly. I kept thrusting; I wanted to stick my whole cock down her throat.

I said as I looked down into her watery eyes, "You want a black cock do you Ruthy... well how's about I stick this black thing down your fat throat!"

She kept a tight grip with the hand she had on my shaft; she knew she could not take my whole cock. When I withdrew I stopped sometimes just so she could catch her breath, but also I liked her tongue as it flicked across my exposed cock-head in her mouth.

I still rammed forcibly several times, wanting to go deeper and deeper. Her eyes had started to tear, they rolled down her cheeks. But she still smiled back up at me. The grip I had on her head had slipped; I then only had hold of her hair in my fists. I could have done that all night, but I pulled her off my cock and she fell back and sat on her knees. She wiped away the tears from her cheeks and said, "Now you're getting the idea. Fuck that was awesome. I bet with practice I can take the whole thing down in one."

I stepped closer and held out my hand for her to take, I said, "Get on the bed."

She took her time in getting up; she sat on the edge of her bed. Her big fatty thighs were wide; her big boobs drooped down low. I still had a hold of her hand as I looked at her hairy pussy. She too looked down and pulled on some pubes, she said, "I didn't plan for this, otherwise I would have given you something smoother to munch on."

I let go of her hand and pushed her back by her shoulder, she scuttled back slightly and opened her legs. Her pussy had blond hair and it stood out from her pale white skin tone. I could see her puffy pussy lips all wet, there was a slight drip of liquid on one lip, it slowly trickled down and went under her arse.

She knew she was wet, really wet, I looked up from her pussy to her face and she said with a giggle, "Sorry, I got a bit excited; you can't blame that on a girl when she's got a lovely fat cock down her throat... can you!"

I looked back down and dropped to my knees. I placed my hands on her fat thighs and I moved my mouth to her fat hairy pussy. I began by licking her lips and folds; they tasted salty but sweet. I looked up but all I saw was her fat belly, I could not see her face.

I continued and located her clit; as soon as I flicked her clit with my tongue, I felt her thighs jolt. They jolted with every flick of her clit and they trembled when I sucked on it.

I heard her say, "Fuck that's nice, it's been a long time since I've had a tongue on my clit."

I began to suck on it more and more, her thighs shook and the shock waves travelled through her fatty layers.

Again I heard her moan, "Oh my god, oh my fuckin' oood."

I pulled off and had to spit out some hairs, she heard me and said, "Sorry Harry, you won't have that problem next time."

I went back down and continued sucking; I poked in a couple of fingers that time too. I thought to myself, I was not sure there was going to be a next time. But was going to enjoy what was happening right there at that time.

A couple of minutes had passed, and several hairy spits later; I felt a different vibration on her thighs. She placed a hand to the side of my face and pushed it, she shouted, "Move!"

I was not sure why! But she pushed hard; I had to move off to one side. Then I understood why; a stream of fluid left her pussy over my shoulder and she said, "Ahh, so nice. Thanks, Harry."

I did not move back straight away, I was gobsmacked as to what had just happened. I had never had a woman do that before, that was a real turn-on. She placed a hand back on my head and pushed it so that I would go back to my duty on her clit.

I wanted to make her squirt again; I was more lustful in my work on her clit with my tongue and fingers. I pushed deeper, I rotated them around, clockwise and anti-clockwise quickly. I heard her say, "Oh god, harder, harder, that's it... That's iiit."

I thought she meant another shower, but it was her orgasm. Her thighs shook and tightened on my head; both her hands first pushed my head hard into her and then pulled me off her. She still shook as she said, "Holy fuck... holy... fuck!"

I saw her pussy water, she did have a small squirt; it fountained just half an inch above her pussy and ran down her thighs and onto the bed.

She placed her hands under her thighs and lifted them, she parted them as wide apart as she could and said, "Come on teach, put that log to some use and punish me for being a 'Naughty mother'."

I stood and took hold of my cock in one hand and pushed down the head to line up at her hairy entrance. My coal-black cock looked so sexual going into her forested snow-white pussy. I pushed and with her soaked pussy there was no resistance, my cock travelled up her wet canal easily.

It felt so wet and was very warm. But what surprised me the most was how fantastic her pussy felt around my cock. I had it fully deep in her and I flexed it. I felt her throb back and we both smiled at each other. I did it again and she reciprocated, we did that five-six times.

She said, "Feels nice... but, you just want to use it as a dipstick or you going to fuck me with it!"

I took hold of her immense thighs, I pulled out and back in slowly, retracted inch by inch and back in, inch by sensual inch. She groped her own supersized boobs and fondled them, she said, "I'm pretty sure you can go at that pace for hours."

She looked sideways to a clock and then turned back to me and said, "You've got twenty minutes to blow, get dressed and be out of here before he gets back and wonders why you're still here."

I picked up the pace and smacked into her. My thighs slapped against her flabby body. Her pussy felt so unexpectedly nice, almost to the point of me enjoying her fat, wet pussy.

As I continued she mauled, pushed together, pulled apart at her boobs in all directions. Her eyes were closed and she moved her head slowly from side to side. My thrusts into her caused ripples to travel up her flabby body, it wobbled like jelly. She looked at me and said, "Get out, get it out!"

I withdrew; she squirted another pussy load straight onto my stomach. It sprayed everywhere! She said, "Oh baby, I love that don't you!"

I smiled and she said, "No pressure teach; but ten minutes."

I started to pump harder, faster and began to really relish in her hot slippery pussy. I looked up at the clock and had five minutes to go. Ripples sent up her body were mesmerising.

Her thighs tightened around the outside of my hips, she pulled up her boobs by her nipples and with her head thrown back she said as her body's fatty fold's rippled, "Jesus fuck, that's so deep... so deep, ahhh."

I was there too; I began my final thrusts, I pulled out slowly and went back into her with an almighty thump. That sent the biggest fatty waves across her vast body. Every deep invasion of my cock into her pussy made her yelp out 'Fuck.'

I said, "Gona cum!" And tried to pull out of her.

Her legs were tight around me, no escape as she said, "Creampie me Mandingo."

I blew my first load and it was amazing - god! I had to have that feeling again, I pulled out and rammed back in and an almighty blast left my cock and transferred my seed deep into her cunt. I released at least another three loads as my eyes shut tight and the pure violence of my cum release was sheer ecstasy. I kept ramming and ramming, I never wanted that sensation to dwindle, and I never thought Ruth was the type of person to give me that sort of feeling.

I shook my head and looked at Ruth, she was already looking at me; she grinned and said, "I bet you never thought a fatty like me could make a black cock pop!"

I looked down and extracted my still fairly hard cock, cum dribbled out and ran down her thighs and onto the bed. I shook my cock and ligaments of cum dropped across her pussy hairs. I wiped my cock-head on her pubes. I heard her say, "You've got two minutes to disappear."

She lay there while I quickly threw on my clothes, I was about to walk out the door when she said, "Hey, what no kiss goodbye. Just fuck them and leave them is that what you do?"

I went back, I leant down and said, "Sorry, am in a bit of a rush as you know."

I kissed her and walked away and she said as I was leaving, "The things a mother does for her kids."

I turned around and said, "I hope you don't expect me to mark him up because of.... This!"

She smiled as she rubbed cum onto her boobs and said, "He's a good player, go on, do him a favour. Not because of this, just because I know you're a good man. And I'm pretty sure you want to be back into this fat thing again," she slapped her pussy hard three times.

I left and luckily did not bump into the boy on my way out.

The boy sat the exam and as I expected he did not pass.