Hopefully people like this story. It's going to be a little different than my other stories, and it's going to cross a few different categories. I'm also going to try posting smaller/shorter chapters making it easier to edit and I can post more quickly.
Any comments are welcome!
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Being a teacher in high school is hard. Being a single mom of two kids and a teacher is harder, and being a single mom, a teacher and having both of your kids be students at your school is hardest. Welcome to my life.
My life has been crazy for a long time. I had my kids when I was sixteen. I was young, my boyfriend at the time was young and we weren't prepared at all. Of course to make things even harder we had twins, a boy and a girl. Mark, my boyfriend at the time and I tried to work things out, we tried living together, raising the kids together; we wanted to be good parents. But unfortunately after a couple of years we both realized that it just wasn't working out. When we were nineteen Mark moved out. We both stayed in touch, and really he's been as good a dad as he could be, but over the years we've grown further apart and now he lives out of state.
What all of this means is that I was a single mother at nineteen with two kids and no future. Luckily my parents were OK with me moving back in with them, I made a plan, went to college and became a teacher. Skip ahead a few years and now here we are. My daughter, Emma and my son, Sam are both eighteen, seniors in highschool and live with me of course. My name is Madison, Madison Williams, a 34 year old teacher. Not just any teacher, a highschool senior teacher at the same school as my kids. It's definitely more annoying for them then me, having your mom at your school all the time is not ideal for them, but they only have one year left, so they shouldn't complain too much.
It was a regular Monday morning and I was getting ready to go to school. Wake up, shower, throwing on a pair of panties and a bra, dressing in a long yellow dress with little flowers on it. It has sleeves that went just past my shoulders and reached down just above my ankles. I pulled on a pair of nude colour pantyhose and slipped on a pair of black wedges. I looked at myself in the mirror, shoulder length brown hair, a body with a few extra pounds here and there, yellow long dress, respectable, professional, I looked like a perfectly normal school teacher, exactly what I was going for.
In the kitchen I started making breakfast waiting for Emma and Sam to finally come down. Our house was modest but in a good area. We each had our own bedroom but Emma and Sam had to share a bathroom. No pool or anything like that, but it was nice and has served us well.
"EMMA! SAM!" I yelled up the stairs trying to get them to come down. When they finally arrived there was only about five minutes until we had to leave. Emma was dressed in her regular wear, which was pretty much what most girls were wearing now, black leggings, oversized t-shirt, white nike shoes. Her long blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail, a scrunchie around her wrist. Sam dressed his own way, skinny jeans, bright pink low top chucks, a white t-shirt that was a little too small and his messy brown hair. Both of my kids are good kids, never giving me a real problem of any kind, so there is no point in bothering them with questions on how they dress. One thing that I know they didn't like though was having to go to school with their mom, the teacher.
With them being teenagers there wasn't a tonne of talking between us, especially in the morning. We all finished our breakfast, grabbed our bags and headed out to the car, me driving of course, Emma in the front and Sam in the back. The school wasn't too far and we could definitely walk, but for some reason we rarely did. Once we arrived we all said, "have a good day" to each other and went our separate ways. I actually had a couple of classes with Sam and Emma, not together, but separately, throughout the week. Those were of course their favorite classes.
The day went along like any other day. My classes were fine, the students behaved themselves as well as expected. My only problem was my own libido if I'm being honest. As the years have gone by my sexuality has definitely changed and grown. When I was younger I was straight, 100%, but now I'm more open, I'm now bi, maybe closer to gay if I'm being honest, and I'm generally more open to anything. I'm still pretty young, not too much older than a lot of my students, so seeing them, the girls and guys, and how they are dressing now, it all turns me on. The girls especially do it to me, with their short skirts and shorts, their leggings showing off their toned legs. The loose sweatshirts and t-shirts just look so cute and devious at the same time somehow. Someday's it's hard for me to stay focused on the class work and not just stare at all of the hot 18 year olds in my classes.
Today was especially hard. Maybe it was because of the weather being so nice, maybe it was because it was a Monday, or the first day of class, I don't know, but I was struggling. Throughout the day my horniness just kept building up, seeing the girls over and over, the shorts, the shirts, the cuteness; it got harder and harder to contain my need to get off. Usually I could wait until I got home, especially on the days I knew Emma and Sam would be later getting home from school, but on a day like today, where I expected them home early, and I was feeling especially turned on I had to find a different way to get off.
As my third class ended, I watched the asses of all the girls walking out the door, my mouth wanting to just drop open and drool. I knew I had about an hour for lunch before my next class would walk in. My final student walked out and I follow them to the door, looking down the hall left and right just to see if any other teachers or administrators were coming, I closed the door and locked it. My hand pulled the blind down on the door window as well. My classroom is on the second floor so there was no way anyone could look into the room and see what was going on. I stepped back over to my chair and sat down, I scoot forward so my ass is closer to the edge of the chair making my back recline. My hands pull up the sides of my dress. I could feel the fabric move up over my calves, my knees and up my thighs until it was bunched around my waist. I followed this by hooking my fingers into the waist of my pantyhose and pushed them down below my knees, then I did the same with my panties. I could feel the cooler air flow into the new open space and over my wet gaping pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned.
I haven't really had a boyfriend or anything serious since Mark and I broke up. With teaching and the kids I just haven't had a lot of time for myself. What I have done over the years is have fun by myself. I had a rough birth, and afterwards I really wasn't happy with the way my pussy looked or felt. When I look down at it kind of stays open, showing a gap, looking used and worn out. When Mark and I would have sex it just didn't feel right, and maybe that was one of the reasons we started drifting apart. There are probably things that I could do to fix my pussy to make it tight and beautiful, but I never did, and over the years I have come to love it.
Without a boyfriend I had to find ways of pleasuring myself, and with the kids getting older I had more and more time to do it. Now, after all these years I've found what I like, what gets me off, or at least one thing that gets me off. I like to be stretched. I like to feel my pussy stretched out by my fingers or toys. I like to be fucked hard and deep and wide. With porn so available now I've been able to see how far other girls can go with stretching themselves and it turns me on so much, I want to be like them. I've even started to work on stretching my ass. I didn't think I would like it, probably like a lot of girls, but now after doing it for awhile I love it. I can't stretch my ass as much as my pussy yet, but it's getting there. I love to lay on my bed, pull out my toys, watch videos of girls with the most stretched out and ruined holes and try to do the same to myself. I get off so hard every time. To be honest I wish I could be doing that right now.
So there you have it, I'm a 34 year old mom/teacher with two 18 year old kids who likes to stretch out her holes to get off. All perfectly normal.
