Then I heard the bell ring. Senior Lit class was over. I decided to go watch the cheerleaders practice (one of my favorite pastimes). When I got there, I realized cheerleading practice had been canceled due to the sudden heatstroke that had overtaken the November Minnesota. I guess it made sense; I mean they did work it hard and get very sweaty ;).
So I went down the halls in search of the front entryway. On my way there, I noticed the Algebra II door was still open. I looked in to see Ms. Pelvicthrust was still there.
Ms. Anna Pelvicthrust was about 5-6, shoulder-length black hair, one of those innocent-type faces with bright green eyes. I had Ms. Pelvicthrust during sophomore year, and everyone enjoyed beholding those beautiful buttocks while she wrote things high up or low down on the blackboard. Her tits were at least a large C, and maybe even into the Ds.
She had her thin white tee-shirt lifted up, exposing the bottom half of her breast, apparently she had just gotten done breast-feeding her baby and was putting him to sleep.
I had realized in junior year, that if it wasn't illegal, I could say or do lots of stuff after school that I couldn't do during school. Now this was one of my rare opportunities, so i blurted out, "Got any left for me?" Now I expected to get slapped, it had happened many times before, but all she did is lower me to a slouch. With both hands she forced my mouth onto her now erect nipple. While I was sucking on her and she was breathing heavily, she began to undo my pants. I did the same to her skirt, rubbing and pinching as I unzipped it.
Soon we were both naked from the waist down, and she pushed me back onto the teacher's chair. She mounted my erect penis. By her size, she had obviously had sex with many men. I began thinking of STDs and... but then all that went out of my head as she lowered her sopping cunt onto my penis taking in the full 8inches.
After going up and down on me a dozen or so more times, I was ready to blast her away. But just as I pulled out to shoot my load on her fat titties, the door opened. My heard skipped a beat and went in fast forward as the cranky old principal sidled inside to see spunk shooting all over one of his teacher's tits. I never saw Ms. Pelvicthrust ever again.
As for me, I was sent home with a note and a slap on the wrist. Lectures from principals went on for hours. When I got home, I wasn't very scared. I knew my mom very well, since It was just her, me, and my sister. I knew exactly what would happen. I had mastered the art of fooling my mom into thinking I was the victim and that I was sorry.
In reality I was only sorry of 3 things. 1: that I hadn't done it sooner, my second sexual adventure turned out great! 2: that I got caught, cause I could have shot my load probably two more times for Ms. Pelvicthrust. And 3: That Ms. Pelvicthrust got fired, I would never see that shapely ass in front of a blackboard again.
I sat down next to my mom on the loveseat in front of the TV and gave her the note, a perfected look of innocent sadness in my eyes. She took the note, read the first few sentences and dropped it in the garbage bin under the end table. "You tell me what happened, I don't want to hear it from the bad handwriting of a cranky old man." With that I told her everything in full truth, but using descriptive words and expressions, pitch and volume of my voice to my advantage.
While I was telling this story, my mom was rubbing my leg in a consoling way. She rubbed throughout the story, moving more and more up my leg, unconsciously probably. She then touched my balls under my pants. I shuddered in an aroused way, while she seemed to not have noticed, doing that same thing with every next rub. Soon she was touching the base of my cock. I was becoming uncomfortably aroused by the way she kept toughing me. Nearing the end of my account of things, she was doing something that resembled stroking my hard cock. By now I was rock hard, whether it was from mom's accidental hand or because of the erotic story I was telling.
After the story, my mom rose to her feet and said, "Okay, I guess I can see that. Boys need pussy once in a while that's all, and women need cock. I don't think they should have fired Ms. Pelvicthrust, but I guess it comes from being a slut." I was shocked by my mother's words, even though she seemed calm while using them. Then she continued, "You've had a hard day, why don't you and I change into our suits and go swimming."
Unlike most moms, mine wore a string bikini. It was light blue and a couple sizes too small. Whenever I went swimming with friends, I always caught them staring at my mom and had to punch them in the arm. She had bought me a pair of swimming trunks that were white and a size too small, but I didn't want to do anything to waste her time, so I just kept them.
My mom was changing in the bathroom. The door was semi broken, so it wouldn't shut all the way and sometimes it opened on it's own. I had to go past the bathroom on the way to my room, so I caught a glimpse of my mom wearing a bra and panties through the door. This is when I realized, mother or not, thatβ¦