Actually, You have plans for today, how could you forget?

You shake the last remnant of sleep out of your head, suddenly remembering you should have been on your way fifteen minutes ago.

"Damn, I totally forgot!" You say, jumping on your feet, "I've booked a tutor for today,and it's all the way across town. I don't think I can drop that off, sorry Esme."

She blinks a couple times, "Wait... a tutor? why the hell do you need one?" She asks,

"You know, it's hard to study when you've got a cock inside you. And between you and Sarah, that happens quite a lot lately..."

"Aren't they pricy as fuck, though?"

"Usually... But this one is a retired teacher or something. Probably just a sweet old lady who wants some company, said I can do work around the house in exchange for the lessons."

Esme bursts out in a laugh, holding her belly, "Oh sweety... You're so precious sometimes." She swipes a tear from the corner of her eye, "You're gonna work alright, but on some dusty old pussy crack!" She almost falls off the chair in a second fit of laughter.

"Eww... You're the worst sometimes, you know that?" You say, stifling a laugh.

"Remember to go light on her, you know how brittle those hipbones get, after a certain age..."

You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose, unable to hide the smile creeping on your face, "Are you done?"

She takes a deep breath, recentering herself, "Uff... If you seriously end up sticking your dick in a piece of history, I want to hear the full recount later, no skimping over details." She grins, short on breath.

"Deal. But if she gives me any of those granny candies, I'm keeping them all for myself."

"You wouldn't dare..."She pulls you closer and stamps you a wet kiss.

"That's what you get for being mean to your elders, young girl." You say after pulling away.

"You're such a fucking boyscout sweetie. Now go, you wouldn't want to get spanked with a yardstick for being late, would you?" she playfully slaps your ass.

You steal another quick kiss from her, and finally go on your way.

It takes you a good hour and a half to traverse the town, and eventually you reach the outskirts, where the predominant view is filled with grassy fields, clusters of trees and sparse housing. In the distance, you spy a train speeding along the horizon's line, cruising past an enclosure where cattle grazes undisturbed.

Man, what a place...

I've never ventured this far out, it almost seems like I've slipped into another dimension.

The main road splits off at various points, snaking into the green sea towards the scarce buildings that populate the area.

"Alright, let's see," you fish from your pockets the crumpled note with the address you wrote.

You follow the roadside posts until you find your destination, a quaint cottage crowned by bushes of delicate yellow flowers.

You approach the white wrought iron fence at the front, where a banged up mailbox reads: "Huddersfield Jocasta Silverweed Road #52" handpainted in thin cursive.

Alright, this is the place.

What kind of name is Jocasta anyway?

A woman in a wide brimmed straw hat is kneeling in the lush garden beyond the gate, tending to it, unaware of your presence, humming lightly.

"Uhm, excuse me..." You call out,

She perks her head up, turning in your direction, "Yes?"

She's a middle aged woman, pale but with tanned cheekbones sprayed with freckles, kind blue eyes, and reddish brown hair flowing out of her hat past her shoulders.

"Is Jocasta home?"

"Well yes, of course! Who's asking?"

"Well, I'm-"

A sudden look of recognition crosses her eyes, "You must be Liam, right?" She rises to her feet, dusting her gardening apron. She's tall, way taller than you'd expected.

"That's me."

"Well, come on in, the gate's open."

"Thank you." You push the gate open and step inside, "Is she inside?"

The woman cocks her head in a quizzical expression, "Excuse me?"

"Miss Huddersfield, is she inside?" You repeat, louder.

"I'm miss Huddersfield Liam, what are you talking about?"

Ah...

A wave of embarassment flushes your cheeks, and you try to dissimulate it, badly.

"I'm sorry, I just thought... aren't you too young to be retired?"

She chuckles, resting one hand on her hip, "Well, aren't you a sneaky little charmer..."

"I- I didn't mean it like..."

"Oh please, no one's called me young in a long time, I'll gladly take it as a compliment." She walks closer, and you're suddenly aware of another thing you missed: her gargantuan breasts, jiggling freely under her sundress.

Holy crap...

I've seen watermelons smaller that those puppies!

I thought Esmeralda's were big, but those are absurd! How can she even keep her back straight? They must weight a ton!

Easy there, Liam...

Focus on the study, not her-

Tits. Enormous tits are all you can see now that she's upclose, and her being so tall, you have to crane your neck all the way back to look her in the eyes.

"Come on now, don't tell me you've grown shy all of a sudden." She puts her arm over your shoulders, "I won't bite, I promise, now let's go inside." She says with a reassuring tone.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Drop the madame, son. It's Joanne."

"Alright, Joanne... wait, so Jocasta is-"

"It's my birthname, but I hate it. Joanne rolls off the tongue way better."

She opens the door and welcomes you inside, taking off the heavy apron, the hat and the gardening gloves, putting them on a side hanger.

The furnishing inside is simple, but homely: there's a lot of handcrafted knicknacks adorning every available surface, along with photos and house plants.

One detail however, strikes you the most: everything is slightly upscaled, bigger than you're used to.

Makes sense I guess...

She's so tall that most doorframes would not fit her whole figure.

Joanne leads you to the kitchen, where a wide window overlooking the backyard sheds natural light on the small round table in the center of the room.

"Take a seat," she says, opening the fringe. "You've brought your textbooks, right?"

As she bends down to take something, the thin dark blue sundress clings to her buttcrack, leaving nothing of her wide, plump ass to the immagination for a brief moment.

Godsdammit...

It's gonna get really hard if this keeps up, and I'm not talking about the studying...

"Are you thirsty, boy?" She turns to asks as you quickly dive to take your books out of the bag.

"N-no thanks..."

"It's a long way to come here from the town, aren't you parched?"

"I'm used to it, don't worry."

"Suit yourself..." She fills a tall glass with what looks like apple juice, setting it in front of you, "It's here if you change your mind."

She takes a long gulp straight from the bottle, and you watch mesmerized as droplets of juice trickle down from the corner of her lips, following the line of her chin, dripping down on her wide cleavage, and finally disappearing between those big, soft slices of heaven.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to look down on the open book.

She sits beside you, and her heavy bosoms hit the higher than usual tabletop with a soft twack, but she seems to pay no mind to that, leaning over your book.

"So... tell me what you're struggling with, and we can work out some exercises."

"Uhm, I've fallen a bit behind on the program, if we could go over it briefly..."

"Ah, I see... So you just have trouble paying attention, is that right?"

"Well, yes."

"Yeah, I figured that much, your eyes have been glued to my chest since I brought you in." She says nonchalantly, a hint of a smile curling her heart shaped lips.

Blood rushes to your cheeks as you turn away, "I'm- It's that- I don't-" Your embarassed mumbling is interrupted by her heartfelt laughter, resonating in the room.

"My gods boy, you're so timid!" Joanne puts her hand on your arm, " Trust me, when you get to my age, having a young boy gawk at your body is more of a pride boost than a nuisance." She pinches the rims of her sundress and pulls it higher to cover a little more of her graces, but there's too much to cover, and too little cloth.

"Besides, I know it's hard to not look at these, but let's try to focus on the subject at hand for now, mh?"

"S-sure..." You say, without looking up from the textbook.

You spend the rest of the morning going over the material, shuddering every time her hand grazes yours or when her calf rubs against you as she shifts in her seat.

"Let's take a break, yes? It's almost lunchtime. Are you hungry?" She says leaning back on her chair, the movement pulling the fabric of her dress tight against her bosoms, highlighting the big round studs of her nipples.

She snaps her fingers a couple times, catching your attention, "Is anyone home? Are you still with me, boy?" She asks with a growing smirk.

You blink, shifting your attention to her face. "I'm- I forgot to pack a lunch, actually. Is there a diner nearby?"

"What? That's nonsense, you're my guest."

"No really, you've already been too kind, I wouldn't want to intrude..." You try to stand, but she pushes you down, holding your shoulder.

"Sit down, relax... It's rude to refuse a meal, and frankly I would love the company. It gets boring, living here all alone."

"You don't have a husband?" You ask, genuinely surprised.

"Nope. I'm a certified spinster, why, you want to propose to me, boy?" She chuckles.

"What? No I mean... It's hard to believe that no one ever-" you stammer, hiding your reddened face behind your hand.

"I swear, it's too easy to tease you boy, do you even have a girlfriend?" She asks, walking over the stovetop.

"I- I do, actually..."

And she would be laughing her ass too, if she was here to see this.

"Oh yeah? Let me guess, she's the reason why you can't keep up with school?"

"Yeah, She's a handful and then some..." you admit.

Joanne chuckles amusedly, "Ah, young love is always like that... a raging river that tosses you around until you can't tell up from down..." She muses, "But education is important too Liam, never forget that."

"I know, That's why I'm here, I don't want to fail the year."

"Good boy..." She begins to retrieve various ingredients from the overhead cabinets.

"Can I at least help you out? I'm supposed to work for you anyway, so I might as well get started."

"Such a good mannered boy, we'll get along just fine, you and I." She turns, pointing at a cupboard in the corner, "You can set the table if you want, everything's in there"

You put away the textbooks and do as told, putting extra care in handling the handpainted porcelain platters.

You try to avoid spying at Joanne's body while doing so, but fail miserably, unable to keep your mind on task for more that a minute before her curves yank your attention to them like a magnet.

How come a gorgeous woman like her is still single?

Eventually the meal's ready and served: it's a hearty hamburger with a side of sauteed veggies.

"Thank you again, Joanne. This looks delicious..." You say, taking a bite.

"It's a pleasure. Does it tastes as good as it looks?" She asks while sitting at your side, beaming a satisfied smile.

The meat melts in your mouth, and the vegetables are tasty and cooked just right, with a thin crust that pops as you munch.

"Mhm..." You nod with your mouth full.

"I'm glad you like it, honey." She says, digging into her plate

You wash the morsel down with a gulp of fresh apple juice, and proceed to quickly finish the delicious meal, exchanging a couple words with your prosperous host, and most importantly avoiding to let your gaze stray too far from your plate or her soft featured face.

When you're both finished, she opens the window, retrieving an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes from the windowsill;

"Do you mind if I smoke, boy?"

"Not at all, I'm a smoker too."

She clicks her tongue,"bad habit to have, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to quit."

"Good luck, I've been saying the same thing for fifteen years."

She sits down next to you, offering one.

"Can I ask you something? It's perfectly okay if you don't want to answer, but otherwise it's gonna eat at my brain if I don't ask..." You say, lighting your cancerstick.

Joanne raises an eyebrow,"I think curiosity should never be chastised, ask away."

"I mean, you don't look a day older that thirty, how come you've already retired?"

She grins, rubbing her leg against yours, "Again with the flattery? If I didn't know you were taken, I would think you're hitting on me, boy..." She puts her hand on yours, and as you stiffen your back, eyes wide, she chuckles.

"Ah, look at you, all red and trembling..." She says satisfied, puffing a cloud of smoke.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I was just having a bit of fun with you, don't worry..." She retracts her hand, still smiling; "And I'm actually thirty nine, so you can see how a comment like yours might make and old girl like me feel bold enough to flirt with a boy half her age..." Joanne takes a moment to regain her composure;

"Anyway, to answer your question, I stopped teaching because, well, there was a misunderstanding... an accident of sorts with one of my students that ended with him being injured." She averts her gaze, mortified, "I talked with the faculty, which were less than thrilled to have a legal case in their hands, so I decided to retire early as part of the reparations. I published my fair share of material and still do, occasionally, so money's not really a problem." She scans your expression for a moment, the continues; "I'm still adjusting to the quiet life though, so the tutoring I do is the perfect way to flex my mental muscles and still practice my vocation. That's the long and short of it."

"I see..."

Yeah, I think I can fill the unsaid details pretty easily here:

As much as she's being easygoing with my inability to not take a peek at her graces, I can imagine anyone forcing unwanted attentions on this gorgeous amazon might end with a reservation in the hospital...

"Anyway, enough with the chit chat, you can take out your book and go over chapter five while I wash the dishes, sweetie."

Grateful for the occasion to concentrate on something other than not staring at her curves, you dive into the text as she collects the dirty plates.

"Be a dear and pass me the silverware, sweetie" she asks kindly as you're halfway into the chapter.

You dutifully oblige, and leaning over to pass them, you notice the rim of her sundress has been caught into a low drawer, "Here. Uhm, watch out you got-" you try to warn her, but as Joanne turns, the fabric goes taut, causing her to misstep with a whelp, and you hear a loud ripping sound as something heavy and soft smacks you in the face.

Still dazed, you cover your face with a hand.

Did she just slap me?!

No, no. both her hands were occupied..."

Wait...

You lower your hand, and find Joanne staring at you wide eyed. You blink, and realise exactly what hit you:

The humongous cock dangling limply between her knees, now revealed as the dress has torn all the way to her navel.

Holy mother of cock- I mean, god...

I've heard about getting hit in the face by the truth, but this is way too fucking literal...