Dude, You Slept With My Mom

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 28 - 66/104 = 63.46%)

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 28 - 66/104 = 63.46%)

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~~~ Week 28 - Saturday evening ~~~

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Once we got the mess in the shower cleaned up enough that the janitor wasn't likely to report that some sort of strange event had taken place in the girls' locker room, we told Ms. Petrova goodbye and headed for Mrs. Watson's classroom.

Emily took a detour on the way there. Several minutes later, when I was still helping April get her cameras set up, Emily returned - with Maggie - and our dinner. I didn't eat many of my French fries but I mowed through my burger. For some reason, I was starving.

After I finished eating what I wanted, I went to the bathroom and got myself cleaned up. I also rinsed my mouth out well. I was really hoping to get a chance to kiss my favorite English teacher and I didn't want to embarrass myself by having her taste my food. When I got back to the room, Maggie handed me some mint-flavored chewing gum.

"You know me too well," I told her, giving her a kiss.

"Chew that gum," she ordered. "Your breath still smells like your burger."

She dramatically waved her hand back and forth in front of her face and laughed. I was fairly certain that she was messing with me - but I unwrapped all five sticks of the gum and shoved them into my mouth - just to be safe.

Maggie left a half-hour later, heading for home so that she could watch the live-stream from my glasses. Before she left, she gave me lusty kisses and told me that she had really enjoyed watching me with the PE teacher.

Since the time to meet Mrs. Watson was approaching, I took my phone and the glasses off of the chargers and put the chargers in my backpack. I had just finished slipping the glasses on and connecting them to my phone when the hottest teacher in our school walked through the door into her classroom.

Mrs. Allison Watson had dark wavy hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her hair always had a healthy shine. When she moved her head, her gorgeous locks bounced and flowed like one of those models on the Cover Girl commercials. Mrs. Watson's lips were the perfect shade of pink. Those lips almost seemed to sparkle from whatever lip-gloss she used to accentuate them. Her smile was gorgeous, her teeth were perfect, those dark-framed glasses matched her hair and gave her that naughty librarian look that so many students and staff members fantasized about.

The sexy woman was wearing a sleeveless red blouse that looked classy as hell but also did a tremendous job of showing off her chest. Her breasts were another feature that starred in my fantasies. Mrs. Watson's breasts were obviously mommy mounds - breasts that had fed her child - and I wanted so desperately to kiss those lovely tits. I had imagined what her nipples looked like a hundred times. I was leaking pre-cum from my penis, just thinking about the fact that I was finally going to get to see them. Even if we didn't have sex - if I *only* got to wrap my lips around her nipples - I would be happy.

The gray plaid skirt that she wore with the eye-catching top hugged her hips and ass like it was painted on her. She had white hose on her legs that stopped just below her knees. Since the skirt stopped just above them, there was a small bit of bare flesh that teased and tempted me almost as much as those stockings. The white hosiery disappeared into glossy black high-heeled shoes.

Mrs. Watson looked even hotter than usual and I was already about to lose my mind.

"Fuck...!" Emily gasped.

I watched as the English teacher's eyes moved from my face - where she had been, no doubt, watching me eye-fuck her gorgeous figure - to my lavender-headed fiancée.

"Hello, Emily," she said, huskily.

The way she said it had both me and Emily almost shuddering. The lust was evident in the tone of her voice and in the cadence of the delivery.

"Do I get to have fun with two students?" she asked.

Emily glanced at me for a split-second before looking back at the sexy educator.

"If you want...," Emily answered, nibbling her bottom lip.

Allison Watson walked over to Emily like a lioness stalking a gazelle. Emily couldn't have moved if she had wanted to.

Mrs. Watson stopped inches away, looked down at Emily, and whispered, "I *do* want..."

Her eyes locked onto Emily's and then moved to her lips. Their faces got closer and closer together. I found that I was holding my breath. I didn't even realize it until after the teacher had pressed her lips to the student's, held the kiss for two heartbeats - and then pulled back again.

As Mrs. Watson licked her lips, Emily touched her finger to hers - as if wanting to remember the feeling of the educator's shimmering lips on her own. Emily's body shuddered and she gave a little moan. I let out the breath that I had been holding.

"Fuck...," I said.

Mrs. Watson walked to me the same way she had to Emily. With the heels on, we were about the same height. She had to look up just a little. She pressed her lips to mine. Electricity jolted from my lips to my brain - short-circuiting my thoughts. The next thing I knew, she was no longer kissing me. She was licking her lips - like she had done with Emily. My lips were still tingling. I wanted to touch them - like Emily had - but I didn't want to look like some kind of foolish copycat.

Mrs. Watson walked up to April, held out her hand, introduced herself, and asked all of the questions about what we were doing and how. Emily and I shared a look and then went to stand by the other two.

"If I could," I said, "I have a suggestion."

"Go ahead, Sam," Mrs. Watson said.

"I've... uh... often fantasized about sitting in the front row as you sat on the edge of your desk."

"Okay...," she said, sounding intrigued.

"I've imagined the hem of your skirt rising higher and higher until I got a glimpse of your panties..."

"We have a problem," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I am not wearing panties..."

"Fuck...," Emily groaned.

Mrs. Watson glanced at her and then looked back at me. She pointed to two seats in the front row.

"Sit," she ordered.

When I started to move, she ordered Emily to move as well. Mrs. Watson sat on the edge of the desk then stood, hiked her skirt up a little, and then sat again. April came over to help.

"You pretend to lecture," April said. "Sam and Emily will be distracted and they'll try to touch themselves as they try to get a better peek without you noticing."

Mrs. Watson nodded.

"However, you *will* notice... and you'll carefully give them a little more of a show... while still lecturing..."

"Yes, I like it," the English teacher said.

"When we're all worked up, you go to the board," I said.

"Okay...?" Mrs. Watson said.

April looked at me and asked, "... and then...?"

"Then Emily and I will get up, walk over and kneel in front and behind her..."

"I'll go down and under," Emily said, "Sam can take front. We'll push her skirt up enough to get at her..."

"Oh my...," Mrs. Watson said, "... and... when I can't take it anymore?"

"After we've made you cum once...," I said.

"I'll barely be able to stand...," the gorgeous teacher warned.

"We'll move you to the desk," Emily said.

"I want to be bent over it and taken from behind. How can I include you?" Mrs. Watson asked Emily.

"I could sit on top of the desk - in front of you...," my fiancée suggested.

"I'll feast on your pussy while Sam ravages me from behind... I love it."

"Is it okay to cum inside?" I asked.

"Yes, it's safe - and I'd love that."

"After I cum in you, we roll you to your back. You hold your legs while Emily eats my load out of your pussy while I fuck her from behind."

"Wow... okay...," Mrs. Watson said.

"When I'm ready to blow again, I'll warn you. My plan is to hose you both down... On the desk, on the floor...?"

"On our knees on the floor," Mrs. Watson said. "I'd love to be painted in semen. That would be an epic finish, if you ask me."

I glanced at April.

"Works for me," the blonde said. "You three go crazy and I'll move around and get the shots. I've got the fixed cameras where I want them. I'll have the GoPro and we'll have the footage from Sam's glasses as well. It should make for some very titillating footage."

"Good word choice, sweetie...," Mrs. Watson said, grinning. "I love it."

"Before we start the video, could we record you getting a book from your library?" I asked my former teacher.

"Why do you want that?" she asked with a knowing grin.

"Maggie's son, Brian, said that his favorite memory of you is when he would walk into your room and you would be bending over to get a book from the bottom shelf," I told her.

Within a couple of minutes, April had Mrs. Watson bending over - reaching for a book. Her skirt had ridden up so far that you could see the bottoms of her ass-cheeks. Our talented photographer snapped pictures at just the right angles to get the NSFW photos that suggested that the teacher wasn't wearing any panties. April also took the Playboy versions - where you could see the teacher's muff peeking out from above her labia. April also took the Penthouse versions - where Mrs. Watson had one pair of fingers prying her labia apart to show off her perfect pink pussy - while she sucked on the tip of her forefinger on the other hand and gave a little whimper with her eye squeezed shut. The next shot had her gazing back at me with a seductive look on her face. My penis was so hard that I could barely stand it.

Mrs. Watson reviewed the pictures on April's tablet. The blonde promised her copies of the photos as well as the videos when we were done. Mrs. Watson gave her the email address that she wanted the media files to be sent to. April told her that she would set up a cloud-drive and share the link with her.

Once the impromptu photoshoot was over, I made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean the slime off of my cock and to take a quick leak - since my drink from my meal had already made its way through - or had shoved whatever was previously in my bladder out.

I hurried back to the classroom after splashing a little water on my face.

~~~ Week 28 - Allison Watson (#67) ~~~

~~~ Week 28 - Allison Watson (#67) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Andrew ~~~ Partner: Thomas(divorced)~~~

~~~ Classmate: Andrew ~~~ Partner: Thomas(divorced)~~~

I walked into Mrs. Watson's room to discover that she had changed skirts. The polyester gray plaid one that had hung almost to her knees was gone. In its place, she had a black miniskirt that was so short that it threatened to show off her coochie as she strutted across the room. The thing was made of T-shirt material and hugged her ass like a dream. It was painfully obvious to my penis that she wasn't wearing anything under the skintight skirt.

Emily was already sitting in her desk in the front row. I walked across the classroom and dropped into the one beside her. Mrs. Watson moved over by the door.

"We ready?" April asked.

All three of us nodded.

"3... 2... 1... Action," the blonde directed.

As Mrs. Watson began to move across the room, she started in on a lecture about some book that I'm sure I had read. My ears noted the soundwaves that were arriving - but my brain was too busy processing what my eyes were seeing for any of the sounds to coalesce into intelligible words - never mind sentences or topics of discussion.

My penis was throbbing, pre-cum was leaking freely from the tip, and my balls were bloated and threatening to erupt as I watch the sex-on-heels goddess drift across the room like she'd just arrived from heaven.

Her ass swayed in the skirt, her tits jiggled in the blouse, her calves trembled as she prowled across the room in those heels - it was all that I could do to keep from blowing my load - just watching the sexy woman move.

As she continued to speak words that my brain could not process, I slid down in my seat and eased my legs apart - trying to keep from bumping my penis and setting off a series of explosions. Beside me, Emily was moaning softly and squeezing her thigh - trying not to reach for her crotch. Her erotic sounds weren't helping me any either.

Mrs. Allison Watson stopped in front of her desk and looked down at the two of us. This was the closest that I had ever come to that feeling that I got when Elena Moretti looked at me. I was spellbound. The sexy English teacher could have ordered me to do almost anything and I would have done it - with just a look. She held near-complete control over me.

When the sex-goddess dropped her tight ass onto the edge of the desk, her skirt was so short that it was no trouble at all to see her entire vulva and unruly muff of pubic hair. It wasn't a forest by any stretch of the imagination - but it was a dark mass of chaos that suggested a ferality and wildness that I hadn't expected. I groaned out loud.

I groaned again as the succubus instructor eased her knees apart until just before her labia began to gape open. She then slowly brought her knees back together again - denying me the chance to get a peek at her perfect pink pussy - hidden inside of those voluptuous lips. I wanted so badly to get out of my seat and kneel in front of her and suck on her labia, the insides of her thighs, and her clitoris. I heard myself moaning and realized that I was getting louder. Emily was moaning and groaning as well.

Mrs. Watson was still lecturing. She eased her legs apart - and then closed again - and then apart a little farther. I could almost see. She closed them again. Emily and I both gave a little whine of disappointment. Our lusty teacher's body trembled and I looked up to see her bite her bottom lip as a shudder of lust pass through her frame - and then she was speaking again - or trying to.

She gave us one brief peek at her pink perfection before she closed her legs again and stood. She turned and headed for the whiteboard. My eyes followed her - glued to her ass. Those high heels made her butt do amazing things as she walked. It was no wonder she always wore flats in class. She was sex incarnate when her ass wasn't moving like it was right now. If she'd worn heels to school, every guy in the building - and several females - would have been cloistered away in the bathrooms, rubbing one out to relieve their sexual frustrations.

Emily and I waited until Mrs. Watson got to the board, wrote something on it, and glanced back at us before we looked at each other. As soon as she turned back to what she was writing again, we moved.

Like a pack of wolves, we coordinated our attack. Emily went left; I went right. We both circled Mrs. Watson's desk and prowled forward - both of us hunched down and moving quickly. Our sexy teacher had just turned to look for us again when we reached her.

She gasped and jolted as our hands grabbed the bottom of her skirt and peeled it up her thighs, leaving it hanging around her waist, baring her crotch, hips, and ass for all to see. Emily dove forward at the same time that I did. I licked, nibbled, and kissed Mrs. Watson's vulva as my fiancée pressed her nose into the woman's ass and lapped at her taint - trying to push her face through the woman's thighs so that her tongue could reach the bottom of her slit from behind.

The whiteboard marker went flying as the teacher grabbed our heads with her hands to steady herself. Once she was sure that she wasn't going to fall, she used her grip on our hair to pull our faces deeper and harder against her body.

There were three of us moaning now. Mrs. Watson's sexy sounds were making my cock shudder and convulse and threaten to erupt.

Emily was struggling to get her tongue where she wanted it. She was trying to push Mrs. Watson's thighs apart - so that she could stick her head through the gap - but it just wasn't working. She moved around beside me and grabbed the teacher's thigh and shoved her against the whiteboard. I grabbed Mrs. Watson's other leg and - together - Emily and I picked her up and pushed her up - spreading her legs wide enough for both of us to get in there to do what we wanted to the sexy educator.

With her tailbone sitting on the little ledge at the bottom of the whiteboard, Mrs. Watson grabbed our heads in her hands and moaned as we began to tag-team her. I went high - heading for the top half of the teacher's slippery slit - and her clitoris - which was so engorged that it looked painful. I carefully ran the top of my tongue over it. Mrs. Watson gasped and shuddered. Down below, Emily was licking the nectar from the teacher's slit and tonguing the entrance to her vagina.

Mrs. Watson didn't last long. Emily and I made a good team. I was just getting ready to switch up with her when the teacher gave a whining moan that turned into a wail of ecstasy. Her body shuddered and then convulsed. I dropped my mouth down beside Emily's and, together, we licked, slurped, and sucked up all of the sweet nectar that Mrs. Watson's pussy was leaking as she shuddered through her climax.

Emily and I stopped what we were doing - and gave our former English teacher a moment to recover.

"How close are you?" Emily asked quietly enough that only I could hear.

"I'm about to blow," I told her.

"Let's suck her tits and I'll jerk you into her muff," she whispered.

Still holding Mrs. Watson up, we stood to our feet. With our free hands, we grabbed the bottom of her blouse and peeled it up her body. Under the sexy top, she had a lacey red bra that held her wonderful breasts. We dug our fingers underneath and peeled the bra up as well - freeing her succulent melons to tumble free as she gave a low moan.

Mrs. Watson moaned louder as Emily and I kissed her breasts and then simultaneously wrapped our lips around the woman's fat nipples to suckle her. The sexy teacher moaned like a whore and pulled our heads harder against her fabulous tits.

Emily's right hand reached for the waistband of my basketball shorts and shoved - first the right side and then the left. She alternated until she got the things down over my ass and my prick. They tumbled to my ankles.

As we sucked on Mrs. Watson's nipples again, Emily pulled me forward by my penis until the head of my prick was buried in the gorgeous teacher's wiry pubes. Emily rubbed the tip of my penis around - buffeting it against the coarse hair - and bumping it against our teacher's mons. I cursed as my body convulsed and I began to spew my load onto Mrs. Watson's body - filling her dark-colored muff with sticky, slick cream. She gasped as she felt the heat and glanced down to see what Emily was doing. She caught Emily's chin and pulled her lips up for a naughty kiss that had my balls coughing up another burst of jism as I watched the two gorgeous women make out.

Emily pushed her boy-shorts and panties down to her ankles and then ran her fingers through Mrs. Watson's gooey pubes, coating them with my jizz. My fiancée slid her messy fingers down the gorgeous teacher's vulva and shoved them into her pussy - causing Mrs. Watson to quake and moan and kiss her more hungrily. Emily stirred her up for a minute or two and then pulled her mouth from Mrs. Watson's.

Emily looked down at the teacher's sticky pubes, smeared her fingers in the mess again, and then she brought gooey fingers to her own vulva and smeared the mess around on herself.

"Stand her up," Emily whispered.

Emily kicked her shorts off and away as soon as Mrs. Watson was standing. The disheveled teacher had her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her red blouse and her lacey bra were sitting high on her chest. Her perfect breasts swayed as Emily took her by the hand and walked her to the side of her desk. Emily bent her over the side of the desk and then climbed on top of the thing and scooted her ass forward until she could get our former teacher's mouth on her jizz-covered vulva.