Mommy Breastfeeds Her Son
I stumbled down the hall from Mrs. Hemlock's class, my note to excuse me for being late clutched in my hand. I had just had sex with my married professor. Like all the girls, she had come on to me. Only she was mature and dominating and took charge of me.
It was great and frightening all at the same time. My mommy-succubus had coated me in her juices right before school (literally, in the car before the building), and it had done something to me. She set me up and now wanted to hear all the details.
I couldn't say that I was mad. What happened with Mrs. Hemlock was amazing and bewildering all at the same time. It was so weird that she kept my cum in a vial. I have
no
idea why she would do that. Unless she really was some sort of cum-addict like she implied.
I reached my computer class taught by Mr. Fossiker. I opened the door and found him standing before the rows of computers with the rest of the class on them. They all looked up from their stations to stare at me.
"Sorry," I said, thrusting the note to Mr. Fossiker. He glanced at it and nodded. "We're working on python coding. Making a simple game."
"Cool, sir," I said and took my seat by my friend, Hector. I sank down and looked around. People were still looking at me, though none of them were girls. Not a single one had enrolled in the class. They nudged each other and whisper.
"Okay, you know the basics of python scripting," said Mr. Fossiker. "Or you should, so get to it. I want to see some progress by the end of the class."
He sank down at his desk and leaned back in it. I logged into my computer onto my account. We were on Windows 10 machines, but they had all sorts of lock downs to keep us off the internet or doing anything fun with it.
"Dude," Hector whispered, pulling out his phone. He hit play on a video that showed my mom getting out of the passenger side of her car topless, her big boobs jiggling. You could see me looking flustered. "That's you and your mom. You two totally had sex in front of the school. What the fuck is going on?"
"Remember the succubus spell?" I asked.
"You did it?" My friend arched an eyebrow. "Then you used her to turn your mom into your sex slave?"
"No, my mom
was
the succubus."
My friend groaned and leaned back in the chair. "I could have had your mom as my sex slave if I had cast the spell first?"
I shrugged, not sure how I felt about it. Having a succubus for a mother was so weird. It wasn't like I was into incest, and yet here I was with a mother who was such a naughty slut. My phone vibrated again.
"Where are those details?"
the message read.
"Mommy's all horny and wants to know how you're doing at college. Was it a student or a teacher? It was a teacher, right? Some naughty MILF like me!"
"I'm in class,"
I texted and shoved my phone in my pocket.
I worked on my project. I decided to make something easy. I re-created python, the simple game where your snake has to grow larger and larger. It was a simple one. I typed in the code, putting together all the things we had learned about how to set bounding boxes, graphical assets, physics, and all the like. I didn't get done, of course, but I had a good start.
"I can't believe your mom is a succubus," Hector said as we headed to class. "I mean, I knew she was a whore."
"What?" I gasped, staring at my friend in shock. "Dude, why would you say that about my mom?"
"I mean, she was always flirting with me," he said. "'Hector, my, aren't you growing up into such a handsome man,' and, 'Hector, mmm, you're going to make some girl happy. Or some woman.' She once even grabbed my ass. 'Nice.' That's what your mom said. She wanted me."
"Probably," I muttered. "Makes me wonder what was going on when she had her 'book club.'"
"She was out chasing that D." Hector grinned. "My mom's the same way. Fucking
puta.
She ditched Dad and now she's going out and to these bars holding cougar nights to pick up young guys. Ugh, if she was my sex slave, I'd chain her to the bed or the kitchen. I could fuck her bent over the counter and then she could make me a sandwich."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, not wanting to comment on that. Did he really want to fuck his mother?
I reached the chemistry lab taught by Mr. Reagent. I slid into my table in the back, setting my book down. My mother was texting me again, pestering for more details. I was about to text her back when Abby sat down on the stool beside me and gave me a dazzling smile, the diamond stud piercing her nose glittering.
"Hey, stud," she said, her green eyes flicking up. "Mind helping me out today. I'm so helpless at chemistry, and you're just... explosive."
"That was one time," I muttered. I had set off a small explosion messing around in the back. Soot had rained around the classroom.
Before Abby could say something, our professor stepped up and explained our experiment. We had to practice precipitating chemicals out of solutions, figuring out which reagents to use to get them out. We all had a stack of vials before us to figure them out.
"Okay, you know what to do," said Mr. Reagent while every girl in the class was staring daggers at the redheaded Abby. She just squirmed beside me in a tight, sleeveless top that molded to her round breasts. "So, get started. Have fun. And be safe." He glanced at me.
I gave him an innocent smile back.
The others started working. I stood up from my stool and said, "Okay, Abby, we should start with the..." I trailed off as she knelt on the floor, ducking beneath the table. It had an overhang so you could sit on your stool right against the counter. "Uh... what are you doing."
"Sucking on your cock," she purred.
My eyes bulge as she slides between me and the back of the table, completely hidden from view. Everyone is working in stations before you, mixing chemicals. Mr. Reagent is sitting down at his desk, letting the class work.
"You can't do that now," I said. "We got to do the chemistry stuff."
"We're doing a type of chemistry," she said, her fingers unsnapping my fly. "Sexual chemistry. I'm attracted to you. Let's see if you're attracted to me."
