The first semester of the college year was starting and Vanessa felt nervous for her son, Jason, who was starting induction classes this week. He was going to study sports psychology with the aim of starting his own business someday. They were similar in that way. Vanessa worked as a sex therapist and she guessed Jason saw the benefits of self-employment.
Today was Friday, the last day of induction and Vanessa was hired to teach her son's class sex ed. The only problem was that both Jason and the college didn't know her teaching methods were somewhat unconventional.
Vanessa stood in front of her full-length mirror. After working out pretty hard throughout the summer, she gave herself a proud nod of approval, as if to say she can walk into work with confidence. Standing there in sheer tights and a black pencil skirt, she brushed her long, dark hair before tidying it into a ponytail.
She caressed her large breasts, appreciative of the fact that despite her age, they maintained their perkiness. Her white lacy bra supported them as she fastened the straps and adjusted her ample cleavage. She loved that bra and skirt combination. It complemented her curves and instilled in her a confidence that was reminiscent of her younger days.
She buttoned up a plain white, short-sleeved blouse and sat opposite her vanity mirror to put on her black high heels. While she didn't wear much makeup, she checked it over, but it was more of an excuse to check for new wrinkles one last time. Her red lipstick allowed her lips to shine a bright, wet red. Her radiant blue eyes stared right back at her before she put on her glasses and left her room to see if her son was ready.
"Jason. Are you ready yet? We're going to be late," she shouted from the hallway. She heard some movement from his room and assumed he was rushing. He came strolling down the stairs, dressed, but half asleep. Vanessa noticed the strict workout schedule he was on during the summer was paying off, too. She almost didn't hear his response as she was distracted by him.
"Ha! Says you, Mom. As if
you're
always on time." Jason was also dressed handsomely, forgiving the belt he was still fastening. Chinos and a shirt were a welcome sight for his mother from a summer off baggy t-shirts and basketball shorts. He was obviously dressed to impress.
"Ha! Okay, I deserve that to be fair. But you know, I'm just nervous for today. You can't deny it'll be a little awkward between us today. I mean, a mother giving her son a class on sexual education... it's absurd."
"Believe me. I've tried my best not to think about it. Anyway, Ryan said he's going to pick me up, so I'm just gonna go in with him."
Vanessa was a little put out by this. She knew he was an adult now and as more of his friends started driving, she kind of expected this. Still, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts that her son was now too old to get a ride from his mother. Nevertheless, she gathered her things and reached for the front door.
"Okay, Sweetie. That's fine. Just please don't be late for school, especially the class that I'm teaching you." She hugged him tightly, a thing she rarely had the opportunity to do. She felt Jason pull away slightly and took this as her cue to separate, not considering the fact that her tight outfit meant that her son felt every inch of her body during that hug, as she could his.
A relieved Jason was thankful it ended. He'd never seen his mom dressed in such tight, form-fitting clothes before. The fact she pushed her body into him, he felt her breasts press into his chest. Normally, a son never thinks of his mother in such a way, but this interaction seemed to have awoken something in him. He felt a stirring in his pants and that's why he pulled away and tried to leave.
Vanessa grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back.
"Hey, you're never too old for a kiss," she said. She caught him by surprise and smiled mischievously. Before he could escape, she kissed him on the cheek. Her soft lips landed closer to his lips than anticipated, but she thought nothing of it.
In the school reception, Vanessa met Ms. Bloom, who she believed to be overseeing the induction week. She was strikingly attractive and coincidentally similar to her in many ways -- maybe that's why Jason was dressed well.
They walked down the corridor towards her son's class, Vanessa's high heels caused an echo as she was gestured into the class, announcing her presence before she even spoke. The whole class fell silent as all eyes fell on Jason's mom, who stood at the top of the class alongside Ms. Bloom.
"Okay, class. Can I get your attention please?" Ms. Bloom announced with a quivering raised voice, slightly intimidated by Vanessa's looks and presence. Some students straightened up their chairs, others sat up a little straighter and the remaining group conversations fell silent.
"As you all know, this is a special class the board is experimenting with. Ms. Phoenix here is going to be teaching all of you Sexual Education." Ms. Bloom noticed that most of the class had their eyes fixed on Jason's mom, making her a little jealous. "We're all going to make Ms. Phoenix feel right home, aren't we?"
"Yes, Miss Bloom," they all said in near unison. Ms. Bloom wondered why the class were overly obedient in their response. The class quickly refocused their attention on Ms. Phoenix, who was removing lint from her blouse. "Okay then. Ms. Phoenix, the class is all yours."
In typical teacher-like fashion, Vanessa approached the board and wrote her name. After writing it she rummaged in her large bag and from it she produced a small riding crop with a leather square paddle at the end.
"I guess this will have to do," she muttered to herself. She took a deep breath, smiled and began her class by slamming her riding crop to point to her name on the board. Everyone in the class jumped at the sound.
"My name is Ms. Phoenix and you shall refer to me as such from here on out." She started to walk back and forth across the top of the classroom. "I'm a Sex Therapist and I'm here to teach you all you need to know about sex. Considering we're all adults here, college is where most people experiment with sex. So, you may as well learn how to go about it the right way."
She made her way through the rows of seats, making sure her riding crop gently brushed against each student she passed. She loved the way each student sat up straight as she approached. It was also a way for her to check out any students she took a fancy to, especially those that were already looking at her with lust. She glanced towards her son, who was also staring at her. Thinking nothing of it, she returned to the top of the class.
"Up until now, your sex education has been somewhat theoretical. Am I correct?" She got no response as the class exchanged glances between themselves.
Vanessa slapped the crop against the desk of Hannah, an attractive blonde girl who Vanessa was sure was the girl his son had a crush on. She wore her hair down to her shoulders, a low-cut tank top under which her bra could be seen and skinny denim jeans that complemented her slender legs and firm, round ass. Hannah, now as silent as the rest of the class, looked towards Vanessa with apprehension.
"Well?" Vanessa asked, with raised eyebrows.
