Thanks to kenjisato for proofreading.
Friday morning.
Jamie woke up. His mum and Shannon were gone.
Jamie's mum was downstairs cooking breakfast; she had not done this for years. Shannon was a grade 12 teacher at Lock Valley Secondary. As the house phone rang, his mum answered it.
"Hello, Kelly Smith speaking, how may help you," she spoke, in a husky feminine voice, as she pushed her hair into a grey, messy ponytail, to listen to the phone.
"Hi, this is Doctor Hoverman. I am going to be coming for your home visit. Could we make it this afternoon? My daughter goes to Loch Valley Secondary, and I need to pick her up; is it okay if she comes with me?" the voice on the phone said softly.
"That's fine with me, Doctor Hoverman."
"That's great news, see you at about four o'clock."
As Kelly hung up, Jamie came down to the kitchen, and grabbed his mum from behind, his hands on her shoulders. As he kissed her neck, he slipped her purple dressing gown down, until it fell into a heap on the floor; revealing her near-naked body, her large engorged milky breasts swinging perfectly in her bra; her curves went on forever.
As Jamie pushed her against the kitchen wall, her boobs pressed and separated, as he started to kiss down her back, teasing her with his cock between her peachy butt cheeks. As he teased her, he didn't want to put in her juicy moist pussy, just in case she fell pregnant--that would be a lot to explain, he thought to himself.
Pulling down his shorts, he took a small bottle of lube, and poured some on this hard shaft, his hands on her waist for balance, as he eased in his cock into her butt. Kelly could not stop moaning loudly; she knew it was wrong, but she was just a total bimbo for her son's cock. And right now, she did not care. She could feel each thrust into her butthole; he started slowly, then getting stronger with each thrust.
He nibbled on her ear, and whispered, "Do you like that, mum? Bet you wanted this for a while," as he licked her salty, pale skin.
She was speechless, she could not speak, so just nodded yes, as she felt her climax surging through her writhing body; grunting hard and pushing back on her son's hard cock. She could never refuse her big muscular son; she was his plaything, his to do whatever he wanted.
Both stopped still for a moment, as he squirted his cum into her peachy butt. Watching his anal creampie leaking from between her cheeks, he turned Kelly around, so his cock was in front of her face. She licked their juices and lube off the tip of his still-engorged shaft, she loved the tang of her sour butt mixed with her son's salty, earthy taste.
Jamie grabbed the back of her head, and forced his shaft as deep as he could, making her gag and drool as much as she could. Kelly hummed in delight on her son's cock, loving it, cleaning up every single drop.
She winked at Jamie. "Thanks for my high-protein breakfast." Jamie just giggled to himself, and thought about what he would do next.
"Doctor Hoverman from the hospital rang, and she's coming over at four for my performance review for the week, with her daughter," Kelly said, as she slipped her dressing gown back on.
"Yeah, that's fine, I am going back to bed," Jamie yawned, "see you later, mum." He kissed her on the lips, which were healing, and not so cracked; he could see she looked a lot better than she did a couple of days ago after the hospital, even the crow's feet around her eyes were fading. He did not know if it was the Bimbo dust, or just that she had been sober for the week.
Jamie grabbed some toast and headed back to bed. Kelly had felt a new energy for life surging through her. She had not even been thinking about a drink or a joint for days. Jamie was proud of his little mum. He wondered how long the Bimbo dust effects lasted, and would they remember what had happened. But, he was having fun; he still had a lot of dust in an air-tight, Ziplock bag in his bedside cabinet under lock and key.
Shannon Wynters was sitting in the school staff room on a recliner seat, having a nibble on a tea biscuit and a cup of coffee. She had the room to herself, reading a magazine. She was constantly wet, thinking about Jamie's cock; she could not think of anything else except for that, and her best friend and neighbor, Kelly.
There was a knock on the staff room door. Shannon got up to answer it, it was Head Teacher Mr. Jones. He was a small stocky man in his late fifties, with white hair, wearing a grey tweed suit and tie.
"Hi Mrs. Wynters. Could you please take the last English lesson for twelfth grade today? Mr. Bronson has not turned up."
"No problem, Mr. Jones," she replied, smiling back at him.
She grabbed her jacket from the chair, and headed to the English class at the other end of the building; her butt cheeks swayed as she walked, in her short, black ankle boots, and shiny, nylon stockings, showing off her shapely legs; her eighties-permed, long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. She knew all the male teachers were looking at her large, engorged, milky bosoms wrapped in a tight, white shirt; under which you could see her white-lace bra jiggling, as she walked.
The students were in the classroom waiting for her. She could feel their eyes lusting for her. As she entered the classroom, she took her seat at the teacher's desk. "Right, sorry, you have me today, as Mr. Bronson has not turned up. So, do the course work you have been assigned, and please do it in complete silence, thank you."
