Rachel Sanchez had been a teacher at the local high school for thirty-five years. It was her first job out of college and teaching had become her passion. Even at her advanced age of 57, she still enjoyed getting up every morning and going to work. In her opinion, there was no job more important than that of a teacher. She was responsible for molding young minds and helping teenagers reach their potential. There was no greater joy than watching a pupil go onto college and making something of him or herself.
Oh yeah, and there was another perk. Rachel still got a kick out of how her male students ogled her and stared her up and down. Sure, she was old enough to be some of their grandmothers but as she overheard one student say, she still "had it going on." She was 5'2 and weighed 140 pounds. She was definitely a little chubby but all the extra cushion could be found in her tits and ass. She had a big bust, a 44D to be more precise. Her tits weren't perky, in fact, they were far from it. Ms. Sanchez had big fat udders with huge areolas and fat nipples. She believed in breast feeding and did so to all of her six children. The devotion had taken a toll on her breasts. Once her bra came off, they nearly hit the floor. But all in all, put her in a good bra and tight shirt and her titties could compare with anyone's. And then there was her ass. For the lack of a better description, Rachel had a big old fat ass. It was wide and it was round. Now if you took her clothes off, you'd see a great deal of cellulite on her ass and wide hips. But again, in the right clothes, her ass looked hot and you couldn't even notice the bit of bulging belly. When you coupled that body with her still soft and flawless olive skin, big brown eyes and bleached blonde hair, you had yourself a looker. And Rachel knew it.
As the new school year approached, Rachel's excitement was building. But unlike year's past, she had the unenvious task of having her own son in her English Literature class. Her youngest son, Pablo, was a bit of a problem child. At twenty years old, he was entering his sixth and hopefully last year in high school. Rachel had fought with the principle and even the school board to have her son removed from the class but it was no use. Pablo needed the class to graduate and it was only being offered once in the fall semester. She was stuck with her son and vice versa. She just prayed that it would be an easy transition.
Much like his mother, Pablo was dreading being in class with her. All he wanted was to get out of school and head to the west coast. His high school years had been unbearable. He wasn't athletic so he couldn't be a jock. He wasn't smart so he couldn't be a brain. He wasn't cute so he couldn't be a stud. In short, he fit in with no one. Rachel often worried about him as Pablo would literally sometimes spend days locked in his room playing on his computer. The nervous mother did not want to know what her son was constantly doing glued to the internet. But she had a pretty good idea. He wasn't handsome, that was obvious. For whatever reason, Pablo did not inherit his mom's stunning looks. He was tall, 6'5, and awfully skinny, barely weighing 170 pounds. His face was covered with acne and pock marks and his hair was usually a greasy mess. Rachel felt awful for her son but he seemed to want no part of her. Little did Rachel know, her son actually wanted a big part of her, he lusted after her tits and ass. Always awkward around girls, he was still a virgin and was dealing with a great deal of sexual frustration. His only release was when he masturbated to images of his mother's fat ass and gigantic tits. On more than one occasion, he would manage to steal a bra from her hamper and suck on the massive cups as he vigorously stoked his cock.
As the first of day school approached, Rachel and her son Pablo had a long talk about their new relationship as teacher and student. Rachel wanted to make it clear that she would not be giving him any special treatment, "Look son. I know you need this class to graduate and I don't want to have to fail you. But, I can't just let you slide by. Promise me you will make an effort and put in the time, and I will do my best to see that you pass."
As always, Pablo simply rolled his eyes and gave his mother a quick response, "Whatever you say ma. The quicker I'm out of this place, the better." Rachel felt like crying right there on the spot. It seemed as if her own son despised her. But it wasn't the truth, far from it. After their conversation, Pablo sneaked into his mother's hamper and eagerly licked the crotch and ass of her day old panties.
Luckily for Rachel, the first week of class had gone according to schedule. Pablo was there each day and he had been keeping up with his assignments. The other students in the class did not seem to realize that they were mother and son so there was no unwanted heckling or comments. Rachel thought to herself, "Geez, maybe this will work out after all." But, the busty latina could not have been more wrong.
One morning, Kimberly Diaz, or Kim as she was known to her friends, walked into class nearly fifteen minutes late. Kim was 19, a senior and was generally regarded as one of the more popular girls in the school. She had it all. She was captain of the cheerleading squad, her parents were wealthy and she was gorgeous. Standing 5'5 with a 36D bust and a cute bubble ass, she made everyone's head turn. Much like Rachel, she had beautiful olive skin and shoulder length, bleached blonde hair. Kim knew she was the ruler of that school and she did whatever she wanted to. That explains strutting into class so late. But what really irked Rachel was Kim's t-shirt, which was white, two sizes too small and read, "Got Milk." Rachel was furious. Kim's tits were ready to pop out of that shirt and every guy in the class, even her own son, couldn't take their eyes off her bust. But what really got Rachel upset was the shirt's message. As an avid believer in breast feeding, she could not help but think the shirt was crude and taking a cheap shot at women who used their breasts for something other than sex or eye candy.
As class ended, Rachel called Kim to her desk. Kim sauntered up, already wearing a frown, almost daring the teacher to say something. Rachel had been teaching well before Kim was born and she would not back down. "Kimberly, that shirt is beyond inappropriate. It's degrading to you and quite frankly it's offensive. I've already sent a notice down to the principle. He'd like to see you immediately. And the next time you wear that shirt to my class, I will have you permanently removed. Is that understood?"
Kim could not believe what she was hearing. Did this fat bitch know who she was fucking with? No teacher had ever given her a problem before but this big tittied whore was fucking with her! She was furious and made no attempt to hide it. She got right in Rachel's face, her tits pressed up against Rachel's massive mammories and she talked in a menacing tone, "If you told the principle, there's going to be a problem. I promise you, no teachers fuck with me, you bitch." Rachel was about to rip into the young girl but all of the sudden, Kim gave her a vicious slap to the cheek, which almost sent her to the ground. Rachel was stunned. She couldn't believe how strong Kim was but she was also in shock at the nerve of the girl. Kim quickly left the room, leaving Rachel dazed, holding the side of her face as tears poured down her cheeks. Never in all her years of teaching had Rachel been so thoroughly dominated and intimidated by a student. And it was only going to get worse.
