This is a continuation of the stories of my teachings I began in 'I Am A Teacher'. An older neighbor lady had taught my shy and introverted son the joys of sex and helped him become a man. I have followed her example with other young boys like my son.
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I had not intended to tell this chapter of my life. It is not a part of the normal teaching I have been doing for ten years. However, several readers wanted to know if anything ever happened with Jimmy. I admitted in my first story the thought of fucking my son, as our neighbor Ann Wilkes was doing, was indeed a major turn on for me.
My husband, Jim, and I were living in the Rio Grande Valley when Jimmy graduated from The University. Jimmy had accepted a good job and had a week he was going to spend with us before he had to report to work. He had been sharing an apartment with a girl. They were talking about marriage but had made no definite plans.
As Jimmy was to arrive the next day, my student, Petey Baylor, and I were having a last teaching 'session'. I had already told him that while Jimmy was here I would not be able to see him. He was disappointed we would not be fucking, sucking and eating each other until Jimmy left. We had been doing it daily for about a month. He was an insatiable little devil. I will tell Petey's story at another time.
I am normally very careful about locking doors before I engage a student in a teaching session. I slipped up that day.
I was on top of Petey in a sixty-nine. Deepthroating him as he was licking the hell out of my pussy, just the way I like it, I heard a noise.
With the head of Petey's dick still in my mouth, I looked up into Jimmy's shocked and startled eyes. He knew the legs he could see did not belong to his father. He turned and walked away before I could say anything.
Telling Petey to shower and leave by the back door, I slipped into a robe and went looking for Jimmy. He was sitting in his car staring out of the windshield as I sat down beside him. Tears were glistening in his eyes. He did not say anything. "Can I explain?"
"What's to explain?" It was a hoarse whisper. "What would Dad think?" He looked at me, then away. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna tell him. I'll just say my job called and I can't stay. I've got to go."
"Your Dad knows."
"What?"
"Your Dad knows about it. In fact it was his idea."
"What the hell, sorry Mom. But, what do you mean? Dad knows?"
"That was Petey Baylor..."
Snappish, "I don't want to know his name!"
"Ok. Do you remember Scott Anderson, Tom and Sue?"
"God, him too? Mom, he's my age! How could you?" Tears trickled down his face.
"Do you remember how much alike you and Scott were, before you met Ann Wilkes?"
No response. "Do you!"
"Yes." Again a whisper. "He was almost my best friend."
"Your Dad and I thought Scott needed to meet someone like Ann. To have someone do for him what Ann did for you. But who could we get? Where could we find someone? Jim told me to do it."
"And you did?" Still a whisper.
"Yes."
"I saw Scott a year ago. He HAD changed. He's married."
"I know. We were at his wedding. Honey, let's go in the house. I'll fix us a glass of iced tea."
Jimmy got out, almost moving like a robot. Sitting at the table Jimmy had both hands around his tea glass. He was looking at it. He would not look at me. I slid my hand on the table and touched his. He flinched but did not draw away.
I continued, "Your Dad and I love each other. My being with Scott, and today, does not change that." I realized the focus of Jimmy's eyes had shifted. Leaning forward to touch him my robe had opened slightly, just enough to give Jimmy a view of one of my breasts. I could feel my nipple swelling. He stared as if mesmerized, then licked his lips. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I don't know. I think so."
I intentionally used the word. "I would not fuck anyone if Jim did not agree!" When I'm involved with sex, I usually talk pretty coarse, dirty mouthed as Jim says, but he likes his two dollar whore. Jimmy, however, had only very rarely heard me use any vulgarity.
"Mom!" Jimmy glanced into my eyes with a startled look, then returned his gaze to my tit. I could feel moisture building in my pussy. I was going to have a wet spot on my robe.
I was not certain my statement about not fucking unless Jim knew about it was correct. If Jimmy had asked, I think I would have led him to bed right then. "We helped Scott, just like Ann helped you. Today was exactly the same, and for the same reason. Petey is, he was, just like you and Scott!"
Another startled glance, then back to my tit. I shifted, opening my robe a little more, exposing more to Jimmy's view. I could see the desire in his face, a longing, but suddenly it changed. Anger started to build.
"How old is this Petey?" A snappish tone.
"Eighteen"
"My age... when I started with Ann." A flat tone.
"Yes."
"There's been others?" Disgust was in his voice.
"Yes."
"Do you like the young boys?" Jimmy's voice was tight.
I hesitated until Jimmy looked at me. "Yes..." I said flatly while staring into his eyes, "Just like Ann did. You were not her first and you were not the last." I kept eye contact. "I do enjoy teaching them, bringing them out of their shells. AND, I enjoy the way they make me feel. ALMOST as much as I enjoy your father."
"God, I can't believe this!" He shifted to stare out of the window, breaking contact with our hands and our eyes. "How could you?"
Sudden realization dawned on me. My "You're angry..." brought no response, but "because you're JEALOUS!" got a startled glance and a stricken expression. "You wish it had been you who was with me!" I said softly.
Jimmy dropped his head in his hands and began crying. I moved to stand beside his chair, pulling him to me and pressing the side of his head to my breasts. "It's ok, Honey. I understand."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't want you to know! But I've wanted you for a long time. Way before Ann. I used to listen to you and Dad. Wishing it was me, wishing I was in there with you. And... now this!"
I suppose I had rarely thought about Jimmy when Jim and I made love, had sex, fucked. At times I am extremely vocal and very probably way too loud for some of the places we have been. We have almost been caught several times in what would have been a very embarrassing location.
I have always been ready and willing whenever Jim reached for me, well willing anyway, and it never takes long for me to juice up and get ready. When he caresses a breast, kisses a nipple or scratches my pussy with his finger tips, my legs spread for him.
My pussy has a hunger for his dick that started with our first time, before we were married. That hunger has only been temporarily satisfied. It quickly returns.
Jimmy twisted and raised his head to look at me. His face was in the gap in my robe, between my breasts. I felt his tongue lick the side of my left tit. I twisted to turn away and my nipple brushed his cheek and across his lips. They opened and he sucked it into his mouth. I froze for a moment, then pulled his head tight against me, savoring the feel of the suction he applied. "Oh, Honey!"
"I know, Mom," as he pulled back, he took my tit in both hands, squeezing lightly, and kissed the nipple he had sucked into his mouth.
Pushing me away, "Sit down and I'll tell you about my job." As his voice told me of his plans and hopes, his eyes were telling me a different story.
We talked until almost dark when we showered and dressed, me in slacks and a blouse with panties and bra, armour, and went out to eat some Mexican food. We talked, laughed and giggled until they closed and run us out about eleven o'clock.
We were not home long when Jim arrived to a boisterous reunion between him and Jimmy. They had seen little of each other in the last five years, and had much to tell. About three o'clock all of our eyelids started getting heavy.
Jim hit the shower. Jimmy went to the room I had fixed for him and I went to bed. When Jim crawled in bed he hugged me and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong, Babe." That man can read me like a book without a cover.