Go figure, she was amazing at this. Every touch was electric, every motion was carefully thought out to ensure maximum pleasure. She was an expert at this. It took me a full minute to realize it, but I was being a complete chatterbox.
“Oh my God, Amy, I love this, don’t stop, I want us to do this every day…” I blabbered on and on like a dumb boy. Her tongue was like… Johnny could have had a hundred tongues working at once and even then he still wouldn’t be able to compare. It just felt right with her. It felt magical.
I took an embarrassingly short time to get to the funny feeling of an orgasm approaching, especially compared to her. “Um, I think… oh wow, I think it’s approaching, Amy, Amy!! Ah, Oh, ooh, oh fuck mommy, just like that, keep doing that, yes mommy, ooh…” I moaned, also doing a poor job of keeping quiet. I’m sure there was going to be an awkward moment describing what in my brain compelled me to use the m-word too there (I was reasonably confident that I did not have a crush on my mom) but in this moment I couldn’t have cared less.
My legs clamped around her head, and my eyes shot open in preparation of what was happening. While they were open, I could see Amy fingering herself with her other hand as she pleased me. We were just a couple of horny bitches. A duo of complete sluts that just wanted to fuck each other senseless for the rest of time. I wanted to do this every day with her. I wanted her tongue on me every hour of every day. I could feel it approaching. My orgasm was coming. My orgasm was here.
Pure light clouded my vision and my brain, trapped in a feeling of bliss, went on autopilot, including my mouth. “Amy! I love you!” I cried out as I felt a billion thoughts and a thousand hours of sexual tension melted away in one glorious orgasm. I felt complete, whole, safe. Amy was my fucking savior. I loved her. It was true.
She rode out my orgasm until I tapped her head with my hand, and then she stood up and smiled at me. Kissing me, she pulled me up from her desk by my shirt. She broke the kiss and gave me a smirk.
“So how was that?” she asked.
“I don’t have a thing for family members.” I immediately replied, which earned a hearty laugh from her. “No, seriously. I think I just l-”
“I get it, I get it,” she soothed me. “It’s the dynamic.”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“Plus, you show all the signs. You like a mature woman, you enjoy being taken care of, and I seem to recall you like…” She undid the buttons on her blouse, and instead of a bra, her bare breasts came into view. Horny bitch. You know, for someone worried about getting caught, she sure played things dangerously today, especially considering if her nipples got hard they could have definitely been visible.
She seemed to read my mind. “I took my bra off halfway through fourth period,” she explained. “Now let’s end this on a high note. Suck.”
“Yes,” I nodded, moving my head forward. She used a hand to stop me.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Amy.” My head moved forward again, but again, her hand stopped me.
“Try again,” she said warmly, yet with a devious smile on her face.
I blushed a deep crimson. “Y-yes, mommy,” I replied obediently.
“Good girl,” she told me, shoving her huge full tits in my face. I obediently sucked until the last speech on the CD had run its course, paying special attention to run my tongue over her nipples, encircling them and flicking them, and giving each boob a decent-sized hickey before we finished. She didn’t object to it; in fact, when she felt me going stronger, she mashed my face into her breast and called me her ‘good girl’ again. It was hot.
To finish it off, we made out again, with me still sitting on the desk – not animalistically, like before, but gently, with each open mouth kiss more passionate and yet more gentle than the last, all within each other’s embrace. Then we gathered our clothes, putting them on. I still couldn’t believe she got those jeans to fit her.
“The custodians should be gone,” she began, “but it still would be a good idea to leave one at a time, with you first.”
“Wait, what? How? The buses are long gone.”
She chuckled at her own stupidity. “Right. Okay, I’ll give you a ride. No funny business, just a ride. You should still go first, though. I’ll meet you in five minutes at my car. Just for the security cameras.”
I shrugged. “Okay, see you in a few.” I turned, took the chair away from the door, and unlocked it. Before opening it, though, I turned to her desk. “This was fucking amazing.”
She laughed. “It sure was something.”
I huffed. “Would it kill you to say something was hot for once?”
Ms. Wagner looked at me and rolled her eyes. “It was hot. You’re really cute. I liked eating you out. Mommy is proud. Happy?”
I blushed at that last part. “Hey now,” I feebly said, earning a laugh from her. I left to go wait by her car, and a few minutes later, she arrived. Now that we were outside of that situation, we went back to being Ms. Wagner and her student, save for one question I couldn’t help but ask as we drove home.
“So, we’ve done this twice. Is this now a regular thing? Should I wait for you to always be the one to bring it up?”
“I’m not exactly planning these,” she answered. “I’m just… living. But yes, never bring these up in any way, including asking when we can do it again. If we can do it again, I’ll be the one to initiate, okay?”
“Well, that’s annoying,” I complained.
“It’s the reality of our situation. I still think it’s a bad idea for us to do it at all. But…”
“We’re through the looking glass?” I asked, using her own wording.
“Yeah. Let’s not think of it as anything more than fun we had. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can do it again. But maybe not, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied, looking out the window. “But I would eat you out every day of the week if you wanted me to.”
Ms. Wagner simply replied with a sultry laugh and her hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down for a few seconds or so. We never brought up sexuality for the rest of the ride.
***
In fact, we never brought it up again, full stop. I’m sure she had taken it into account, but I hadn’t really accounted for the fact that finals were two weeks after that. She never approached me first, she never brought it up, she never even gave me so much as a wink. After the first time, it stung, but after this time… I couldn’t say I didn’t see it coming. ‘Fool me once,’ I guess.
I was almost nervous approaching her when I handed in my finished final. It was almost bittersweet seeing her smile as I knew that, at bare minimum, I wouldn’t be in her classroom again until next school year. As she took my final, she looked it over and gave me a warm smile. “You were such a diligent student this year,” she commented sweetly. “It was really good to have you in my class. I hope to see you again next year.”
“So do I.” I replied, perhaps a little more emphatically than I meant to. I saw her smile fade somewhat, but she still kept up the cheerfulness until after I’d left. I don’t know what possessed me, but the first thing I did when I got home was throw the pen away. I knew that I was still going to masturbate thinking of her, but for some reason, keeping the pen felt… wrong.