Dexter’s Laboratory – Mom’s Secret Experiment** **New Side Route: “Saving Dee Dee’s Grades”** **(Commission Comic – splashthomson remake)**

**Dexter’s Laboratory – Mom’s Secret Experiment**

New Side Route: “Saving Dee Dee’s Grades”

(Commission Comic – splashthomson remake)

Mom had never been the type to beg.

But when the letter arrived saying Dee Dee was failing Mr. Thomson’s class and might not graduate, she put on her tightest black pencil skirt, the white blouse that strained across her chest, the glasses she only wore when she wanted to look serious, and drove straight to the school after hours.

She found him in his classroom, grading papers.

Mom: “So Mr. Thomson, you’re the guy that wants to fail my Dee Dee.

But not on my watch! It’s probably not even her fault, she’s just been hanging around these 2 no-good-for-nothing rascals too much.”

Mr. Thomson leaned back in his chair, dark eyes traveling slowly over the way her blouse was unbuttoned just a little too far, the way the skirt hugged her thick thighs and the heavy curve of her ass.

Mr. Thomson: “Listen, Miss, there’s not much I can really do. The year is almost over and we both know Dee Dee isn’t the most academically gifted girl out here.”

Mom: “But these 2 boys are having a bad influence on her, I know it. This Capsule Corp brat and that country yard bumpkin are the ones to blame.

Can’t she do a special assignment or anything to earn extra credit?”

Mr. Thomson: “Dee is not a little girl. She’s old enough to make her own decisions and I don’t think there’s really anything I can do rn.

I’m sorry but that won’t cut it.”

Mom sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her fishnet-clad legs slowly, the motion making her skirt ride higher.

Mom: “Hmm, I’m sure we can find a solution, Mr. Thomson. Sorry if I ask, but is there by any chance a Mrs. Thomson?”

Mr. Thomson: “No, there isn’t.”

A small, knowing smile curved Mom’s red lips.

Mom: “You’re very handsome, Mr. Thomson. It’s probably hard for all the girls to concentrate on class when their teacher looks like this.

I’m jealous. I wish my teachers were this hot when I was in school.”

She leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her blouse.

Mom: “Well, it’s getting kinda hot in here, don’t you think so too, Mr. Thomson?

I know exactly where you’ve been staring at, Mr.”

His dark hand came up and openly cupped one heavy breast through the white fabric. Mom’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away.

Mom: “You like that, don’t you? My husband tells me all the time how great they feel.”

Mr. Thomson’s other hand joined the first, squeezing both soft, full tits firmly. Mom’s head tipped back slightly, a soft sound escaping her.

Mom: “Quite eager with the touching, I see. Well, I’m glad you like them that much.

Enough of that. Pull that big juicy black cock out, Mr.”

He stood, unbuckled, and freed himself.

The thick, dark cock that sprang out was heavy, veined, and already hard. Mom’s eyes widened behind her glasses. Her internal thoughts raced.

*(Fuck, that’s bigger than I expected. What did I get myself into? I’ve never had sex with a Black man before.

I’ll just suck him off. There’s no way this is going anywhere near my pussy.)*

Mr. Thomson: “What’s the matter, Miss? This your first Black cock?”

Mom swallowed, then forced a confident smile.

Mom: “Tsss, nonsense. I’ve had bigger dicks for breakfast back in college.”

Mr. Thomson: “Then this should be no problem for you, Miss.”

She slid off the desk to her knees between his legs, took the thick shaft in both hands, and looked up at him through her glasses.

(Okay, you can do this, Deanie. Just take a deep breath and go.)

She opened her red lips and took him into her mouth.

The stretch was immediate. Mom’s eyes watered slightly as she worked her way down, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet classroom. Mr. Thomson’s hands settled on the back of her orange hair, guiding her deeper.

Mr. Thomson: “Fuck, you’re already making me cum—”

Mom pulled back just in time, stroking him rapidly with both hands while she kept the head on her tongue. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her face, her glasses, her open blouse, and her heavy bare breasts. She kept stroking until the last pulse faded, then looked up at him with cum dripping from her chin and the tip of her tongue.

Mom: “Look at the mess you’ve made. It’s gonna take me hours to get this out of my hair.

I’ll see what I can do, but no promises.

I hope you’re satisfied now, Mr. Thomson. I hope you can arrange something now for my daughter.”

Mr. Thomson looked down at the cum-covered, glasses-wearing mother on her knees in his classroom and gave a slow, satisfied smile.

“Oh, we’ll arrange something, Mrs.

But I think one blowjob isn’t going to be enough to save an entire semester…”

### New Branch Point

A. Mom agrees to come back tomorrow for “extra credit” sessions

(Ongoing after-school arrangement path)

B. Mr. Thomson wants more right now — full sex on the desk

(Immediate escalation path)

C. Mom tries to leave after the facial, but he locks the classroom door

(Trapped / continued use path)

D. Mom’s phone rings — it’s Dad asking when she’ll be home

(Cuckold phone call path while still covered in cum)

E. Mr. Thomson records the session and uses it as leverage for weekly visits

(Blackmail / long-term control path)

Reply with A, B, C, D, or E to continue the side route.