Brother's Naughty Help
Mrs. Umayyah
Pete's eyes bulged at my words. He trembled, staring at my naked tits swaying before him, his eyes drinking in their pillowy softness and how hard my brown nipples were. He licked his lips, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he struggled not to jizz in his pants.
Such a wanton thrill went through me to witness this young man, only nineteen, lusting for me. He had such hunger in his face. He wanted me so badly. I was old enough to be his mother. He was my daughter's age. And he wanted to fuck me.
God, it made me so hot.
I trembled as I stood in my classroom, waiting for my college student's brain to work. He had to be a virgin. This was the first pair of live tits he'd ever seen. He was like Jalal when I had Leyla practicing sex with him. Just as cute as my baby boy. And just as in need of an education in how to please a woman.
"I got..." He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. "$43 on me!" He yanked out a bundle of crumbled bills, holding them out to me.
"Do these tits look like they're worth so little?" I asked, putting all the offense into my tone as I could. I hefted them, feeling how soft they were in my hands as I cradled them before his face. I jiggled them. "You can do better."
"I have another $170 in my PayPal account," he groaned.
I knew about PayPal. Sort of. Both my sons had accounts to buy stuff on the internet. I shuddered, thinking Faizel could get me the money. "Good. I'll give you the details where to send it when we finish."
"Oh, god, oh, god," he said as I took the bills from him and pushed them into my skirt's pocket. "This is... This is really..."
"Breathe," I purred. "You need to breathe, sweetie."
"I'm just... Mrs. Umayyah... I... You're just so hot! I can't believe this is happening."
"Believe it." I smiled at him as I slipped my skirt off my hips and unveiling the rather plain pair of panties I wore beneath, a soft cream color. Nothing exciting or racy that a MILF like me should wear to entice her students into an afternoon of passion.
This was so wrong, but it made me so wet. I needed to make up all the money I lost on my gambling addiction before my husband found out. And Pete was willing to pay $10 more than I was charging for Leyla's cunt to the college's pervy professors.
I sat down on the edge of my desk as he stared at my crotch. I rubbed my hands down my stomach to my panties, my fingers playing with the waistband. He licked his lips again, staring at my pussy covered by my underwear with such hungry longing.
"Well?" I asked, snapping the waistband of my panties.
"Well, what?" he asked.
"Are you going to get over here and lick my pussy?" I shivered. "A woman needs to be buttered up before you slide your dick in her. You got to please her. Worship her like she's a goddess. I'm no slut." My daughter could just be fucked. But I needed to be pleasured. At this rate, I would make up the money I lost in a few weeks and my husband never had to know anything.
Pete groaned and then darted towards me. He fell to his knees before me, staring up at me with his dark, hungry eyes. His hands stroked my thighs, sliding down them to my panties. I shuddered at his touch, shivers racing down my flesh to my cunt.
I was being so naughty. But was this any different than helping out my sons. He was a student. I was his teacher. He had to learn things. Who better to teach him, and my other male students, all about sex than me? I would train the girls to be sluts and the boys to be studs.
I smiled at that, my pussy clenching.
And then I groaned as he reached my panties. He stroked the material, his face pressing closer and closer. He brushed the waistband, his fingers trembling. He stared up at me. I smiled back at him, giving him an encouraging nod.
He hooked my panties' waistband. Drew them down.
I lifted my ass, a hot shiver racing through me. My big breasts jiggled at the bottom of my vision as I sat my naked rump on the desk. I pressed my thighs together as he pulled my panties down them. They passed my knees and down to my calves. Then off my feet.
I was naked with Pete. My pussy dripped juices. A hot puddle formed beneath me. His hands grabbed my knees. He trembled with his boyish enthusiasm. Then he pressed my thighs apart and gazed at my cunt.
"Mrs. Umayyah," he breathed as he stared at my black bush soaked with my excitement.
"Is this your first live pussy you've seen?" I asked. "Because I know you've watched porn."
"You do?"
I laughed. "Every boy does. You all stare at those sluts on the internet, dreaming of doing something with a real girl. Well, today you get a woman. And she needs you to press your face into her snatch and lick her pussy."
I grabbed his soft, brown hair. I pulled him between my thighs. I loved how pliant he was, so willing to do what I wanted. I pressed his face right into my bush. He breathed in my musk, rubbing his lips and cheeks into my silky forest and against my hot pussy folds.
"Now lick," I groaned. "Draw your tongue up my labia. Caress my pussy lips. Get me wet and excited."
His first lick was hesitant, a light flick across my labia.
"No, be a man and dig that tongue through me," I groaned, pressing his face harder into my snatch.
"Yes, Mrs. Umayyah."
"Women like a man whose bold and eats their pussies with--" My eyes widened as his tongue swiped through my folds. He teased my labia and flicked my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. "Yes, Pete, like that. Be a man. Feast on my cunt."
He groaned, loving the taste of my pussy. He licked again and again. His eyes stared up at me, watching my boobs bounce and shake. I moaned, letting him hear how much I loved his licking, encouraging him to keep at it. To give me such wondrous delight. I squirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head.
"Oh, yes, just like that," I whimpered. "Mmm, you're doing good. Oh, yes. Ooh, I love it."
I squirmed and writhed, grinding my pussy on his hungry mouth. I shuddered, his tongue swiping across my pussy lips. I whimpered, leaning back and humping against him. Such delight surged through me.
He kept flicking my clit, batting my little nub as he lapped through my folds. He groaned again, his tongue growing in confidence. He attacked my pussy with boyish enthusiasm. His youthful passion sent rapture fluttering through my body over and over.
Giving me what I craved. What that whore Vicky Samuels received from her nephew Clint in the classroom next door.
"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, humping against his mouth. "Just like that. Ooh, I love it. You're doing so great at it. Ooh, yes."
"I am?" he asked.
"Don't you hear me moaning?" I panted as his tongue lapped through me again. "And... Yes, that's my clit. Pay attention to that for a few minutes."
His fingers parted my folds. I felt his eyes on my little, pink bud. Then he flicked it with his tongue. I bucked hard, my breasts heaving before me. They slapped together as the pleasure surged through me. I leaned back on my elbows, squirming on my desk. My toes curled as he lapped at my clit again and again, flicking my bud.