"Mark, I'd like to speak to you after class."
Mark Adams slouched behind the too-small desk in the stuffy temporary classroom building behind his high school, pulled abruptly from a sexy memory of his lush-bodied, naked mother by the businesslike voice of his algebra teacher, Ms. Warner.
"Uh, I'm sorry. What?" he stretched, yawned, and looked up to see her hovering over him. He was a little embarrassed to be caught daydreaming in class--again--but didn't really mind a little close-up attention from this hot older chick. And Helen Warner was indeed a nice piece of work. What was she saying about him staying after?
Just then, the bell rang, and the rest of the students made a mad dash for the door before the teacher could speak to dismiss them. No one liked having to take remedial math in summer school, and they couldn't wait for Friday afternoon to come. Mark knew that they'd be piling into their cars now and headed out for weekends at the beach, trying to beat the evening traffic jams out of town.
Mark didn't care too much for any of that. He'd signed up for the afternoon session himself because he liked to sleep in and, anyway, he had everything he needed for a real good weekend waiting for him back at home.
When they were alone together, Ms. Warner walked over and locked the door then turned back to face him. Damn but she was sexy. Brunette and olive-skinned, she was maybe a couple of years younger than his own mother. She wore black, high-heeled pumps that set off the muscles of her long slender legs, legs that disappeared up under a short leather skirt. Where Carrie Adams' ass was small and pear-shaped, Helen Warner's was big and pillowy and round, a match for the generous tits constrained by what he could tell was a real designer's triumph of a bra beneath her high-collared white blouse.
Mark liked imagining what the neighborhood MILFs looked like under their clothes. It was fun to find out how right or wrong he was when he finally got them naked on their backs.
"Mark, do you have any idea what material we covered this afternoon?"
Mark frowned. "Uh...long division?"
She sighed. "Signed numbers." She perched on the corner of her desk and looked wearily at him over her silver half-frames. "Look, I know that I replaced the regular algebra teacher in the middle of the course when he was called away on a family emergency. And I know that you and my son hang out together--"
"Not that much, anymore," Mark muttered. "He always seems to have other things to do these days." His teacher's eyes widened and he could have sworn she blushed.
"Be that as it may, I want you to think of me as a friend who's concerned about your future and not just as the mother who lives up the street. I know that you've got a sports scholarship to the local college and your next few years are already planned out, but you still need a high school diploma to qualify. That's why you're here, isn't it?"
"I guess so," Mark said, shrugging. "I'm sorry, Ms. Warner. I just got things on my mind. Stuff at home, y'know?"
"I understand, but are you sure that's all it is?" Her gaze dropped pointedly to the crotch of his jeans, where Mark noticed for the first time that his fly was stretched so tightly over his half-hard cock that you could about see the outline of the damn thing. Christ, it wasn't his fault that his dick was big enough for its own zip code.
"I think you're distracted by your, what should we say, your male urges? I understand that, too. Remember that my Andrew is your same age."
Now Mark had to smile. "You do a lot of thinking about Andy's urges, Ms. Warner?"
She definitely blushed at that. "Never you mind that, Mark. I just want you to know that I care, and I'm here for you. And I do have some very good ideas about how to help a young man with his needs. Would you stand up, please?"
He did as she asked. To his astonishment, Ms. Helen Warner got to her knees on the cold vinyl floor and reached out to unzip his fly. Unrestrained, his cock sprang out fully stiff now.
"Here's the source of our trouble, I think," she said softly. "You really can't be expected to concentrate on schoolwork with this huge thing all swollen up this way. It really is a monster, isn't it?" She batted her eyes playfully up at him. "Is this for me, Mark? Are you sitting in my classroom every afternoon thinking about what you'd like me to do with this big fellow? Or is it some other hottie your own age that you have on your, ah, mind? Maybe that redheaded Kelly Thomas who sits two seats from you? Hmm?"
Mark lowered his head, feigning shyness. "It's you, Ms. Warner," he said in a low voice. That was only partly true, of course, But brazen as Mark was, he still knew better than to blurt out to a near-stranger that he spent his classroom time fantasizing about plunging his cock into his naked, writhing mother.
"It's unfair to have you sitting there suffering so, on my account," she said. "Especially since I've been pacing around up here for days wanting to get my hands on your cock. You don't mind if I touch your dick, do you, Mark?"
Speechless, Mark shook his head vigorously. He was used to having to put in a little work before getting horizontal with a new neighborhood slut. Like Mindy Sloane, who'd moved into the place across the street from his house eight months ago, with her husband and triplets.
Mark had been running errands for her during the day and working around her yard for three months before she started giving him the eye. He'd pretended not to notice, but had managed to show up for his yardwork in only cut-offs and sandals from then on until one day Hubby had taken the kids off for an out-of-town family visit.
Mindy had apparently begged off on the trip, and half an hour after the family SUV had disappeared down the street she'd texted Mark to come over. She'd met him just inside the front door, already stripped naked and on her knees ready to suck cock. He'd learned a lot about Mindy that week. For one thing, before she'd met her hot-shot lawyer husband she'd worked a truck stop tavern just off the Interstate for three years, sometimes riding guys right on their barstools long after midnight. Another was that she missed taking big cocks up the ass. She missed it a lot. By the time her husband and kids got home from Granny's, she wasn't missing it so much. And Mark had learned that he liked fucking ass a lot, too.
Ms. Warner must have seen his dreamy smile, because she snapped, "You're not daydreaming in my classroom again, are you, mister? Because this time I'd be insulted."
"Huh? Oh no, Ma'am--it's just, well, I can't believe something so awesome's happening to me."
"Good. And from now on, call me Helen." Helen pulled his jeans down to his ankles. "It's so considerate of you not to wear underwear," she said sweetly. "It saves time. And it's made it so much easier for me to size up the bulge of your great big cock this week. It's important to me, to check out the goods on a new young stud before I make my move."
