"Beep, beep, beep." The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn't looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn't required to take.
My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn't look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5'5", 120 pounds, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I've ever seen.
An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor's name. If I had, I wouldn't have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.
"Afternoon class, my name is Professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39..." She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn't happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.
After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn't tell anybody I was her son. She didn't want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.
The first couple of weeks weren't that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I'd always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, "Hey, look at that ass, don't you want to fuck her?".
At first I was sickened by those comments, but it wasn't long before I found myself thinking those same thoughts, and having visions of her naked. It was easy to have those thoughts. Because of my schedules of school and work, I couldn't go out on any dates and I hadn't bedded anybody in almost a year. Soon those thoughts of her naked turned into full-on, X-rated visions. I found myself actually wanting to fuck my own mother. I didn't actually think it would happen, but it did.
It happened one day at school. My Mom had asked my that morning to stay after class and help her rearrange the room. I agreed to, not having any thoughts or hopes at the time of fucking her. I got through that day and stayed after to help her. We moved the desks all around and moved some cabinets. I went to the opposite side of the room to move a table back toward the wall. I saw a roll of duct tape laying on the floor next to the table. I picked it up and set it on the table, and walked around behind the table to pull it toward the wall. I started pulling the table toward me when I stopped to look at my Mom. She was on the far side of the room with her back turned to me. She was bending over a desk trying to move it. I stood there admiring her ass and her legs. She was wearing somewhat tight blue jeans and a gray pullover sweater. I had visions of tearing them off of her when I got an idea.
I grabbed the roll of duct tape in front of me and crouched down behind the table. I took the roll and began taping around a support bar under the table. I then made a long strip with the tape running from the cross bar.
"What are you doing?" My Mom surprised me.
"Nothing." I said, looking up at her. She was leaning over the table to see what I was doing. I noticed she had her hands on the table in front of her. I slowly reached my hand up for hers. I took hold of them and said, " Here, feel this."
Her hands followed mine to the edge of the table. Then in a quick move I grabbed her hands with my left hand, pulled her toward me, causing her to fall onto the table, then I taped her wrists together with my right hand.
"What ere you doing?" She asked as if I were playing a joke. I didn't answer, I just walked around behind her. She was bent over the table and couldn't move that well. Her hands were restrained and her feet barely touched the floor. I stood right behind her, reached under her and undid her jeans.
"No. Please don't?" She begged. I slowly pulled her jeans down to her ankles, took off her shoes and sock, and pulled her jeans off. I took out my pocket knife and cut away her sweater, which was the only thing she wore besides her bra. Now she lay bent over the table wearing only her black bra and panties. I then cut away her bra.
