Enjoy Your Home Instruction First

"Honey? I have the cookies you asked for." Mom said from the hallway.

She reached the master bedroom by the time your head turned in her direction. Your Mother is standing in the doorway, patiently waiting for your instructions.

"There was too much to carry up plates, but I can run back down if you'd like."

Her casual tone and warm smile contrasted from the fact that she's completely naked except for a pair of light blue panties. Holding up a glass platter, her huge tits just barely avoid making contact with the cookies underneath.

"Thanks Mom. Don't worry about plates. Just - aaaahh fuck - set them on the nightstand."

You're currently on top of your parents' bed, without a stitch of clothing on, fucking your equally naked teacher in doggy style. Rhythmic clapping sounds and Ms. Desra's moans filled the room. Anyone speaking has to raise their voice in order to be heard.

"Sure thing baby. Just be carful, they're fresh out of the oven. You should let them cool."

Without letting up on Ms. Desra's pussy, you watch Mom walk into the room. You take in the sight and admire her pale, white, complexion. Her tits and thighs jiggle a little with each step she takes.

"Ohhh Michael..." You hear Ms. Desra coo incoherently.

The voice gains your attention and you look back to your teacher. Her brown hair is a frizzled mess while her tan ass ripples wildly from your thrusting. You lean forward and reach underneath to grab her dangling tits.

After a moment of fondling Ms. Desra's chest, you notice the sound of Mom's bare feat stepping on the carpet floor. Her footsteps grow louder until a light clanking noise signifies that the glass platter has been placed on the wooden nightstand.

"There you go. Oh my, you really made a mess of this place. Was this really necessary?"

Looking over to your right, you find that Mom is standing next to the bed. Her pale stomach is right by your face. Both of her hands rest on each of her prominent hips. You shift your eyes up to meet hers, finding it a little difficult with her tits jutting out so far from her chest.

"I know you're using my room for a lesson. But isn't this a little much?" She continues after noticing she gained your attention.

Her voice is calm but it's obvious she's masking her annoyance.

You pick your head up and look around the room. Every dresser's drawers were pulled open and piles of clothes scattered across the floor. One pile formed a trail to the open closet where a pair of Mom's panties hang from the doorknob.

"Sorry Mom but - ooooh yea thats good - we were covering how to undress while starting to have sex. So we had to go through your stuff to practice taking off different kinds of clothes."

You started to pump into Ms. Desra a little faster as you explained. It was a complete lie of course, but you know Mom would believe it. Besides, even if Ms. Desra would call you out she's in to much of frenzy to think strait.

For the past four hours or so, you have been fucking Ms. Desra all over the room. A small portion of the mess came from her grabbing at anything she could for support. In reality, your drunk state of power is to blame. It started as you searching around for Mom's panties. Soon enough you were just throwing clothes into the air as you fucked away. All for the sake of doing it with out consequences.

"Oh I see. Guess it can't be helped." Mom says. Despite understanding, she's still not happy with the thought of cleaning up the aftermath.

Then Mom walks around to the foot of the bed and squats down. Her eyes now at the same level as Ms. Desra's. Your teacher's face is matted in sweat, contorting in a mix pleasure and exhaustion from the constant fucking.

"I hope my boy isn't causing you any problems. Mikey's a hard worker but he can get distracted occasionally. Although he doesn't seem to have trouble paying attention with you. You sure are a great teacher."

Ms. Desra slightly lifts her head to properly address Mom's smiling face. Your teacher's eyes bulge with desperation and only a few breaths escape her mouth with out moan.

"He's a very h-aaaaaa-rd worker Susan... Huuh so hard ... I don't know his GPA but aauuuugh... I would bet sexual education is one of his best subjects. "

Loving every second of the conversation taking place, you continue to pump in and out of Ms. Desra's pussy. Wanting to show off the results of your 'studying' to Mom, you lift your right hand off of Ms. Desra's hip. Then you swat it down to give her ass a hard smack.

"Oh!" she yelps in surprise.

Then Ms. Desra turns her head back at you "Good Michael. mmph Just like we discussed."

Her compliment combined with the sight of Mom smiling in approval is too much for you. Regaining your grasp of Ms. Dera's hip, you start bucking your own hips viciously into her ass. The two of you scream out in pleasure as your cum shoots into her pussy for the 10th time today.

After a few heavy breadths, Ms. Desra falls forward until her face is pressed against the mattress. You pull out and immediately shuffle on your knees to the nightstand. Mom starts to talk just as your hand reaches the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

"That was amazing, Mikey! Keep that up and you'll be a pro at sex by the end of the year."

While taking a bite of the cookie you picked up, you turn and settle into a sitting position at the top of the bed. Looking past the collapsed Ms. Desra, you see Mom has stood up and brought her fat tits back on display.

"You can use my room as long as you need. Just let me know when you're done so I can get this place cleaned up. Before I go, is there anything I can do to help out? Do you want me to bring up some juice?"

Tilting your head to peak around Mom, you see a digital clock resting on a dresser. It's just about 7:00 pm, so you have three hours before you're expected at Mrs. Fletcher's house.

You lean forward to the point where you're now on your hands and knees. After crawling a couple paces down the length of the king sized mattress, you reach Ms. Desra. She's laying flat on her stomach and is clearly out of it. Her right leg is slightly bent at the knee, giving you a good view of the cum leaking out her pussy.

"Come on Ms. Desra." You say in a stern tone while jiggling one of her ass cheeks.

When she doesn't respond, you wake her up with another spank. A loud SMACK! noise shoots across the room when your hand makes contact.

"We've got just enough time for some review before we have to get ready. Crawl up here and let's go over blow jobs again. If we're quick, we might be able to go through everything."

You lean back onto your ass while she musters the strength to lift herself up. Then you scoot backward until you can comfortably rest on the pillows at the top of the bed.

Without saying a word, Ms. Desra shuffles toward you and collapses between your legs. She lifts her head and feeds your soft cock into her mouth. You grab another cookie as you feel her tongue wrap around your member.

"Juice sounds like a great idea, Mom." You answer while taking a bite.

Mom just smiles at you and nods. She starts to turn towards the door but you speak up before she can make the full rotation. You wanted to test how far she was willing to go to 'accommodate your sexual education lesson' under the current rules.

"Wait Mom, let me finish. There's also something we can use your help with when you get back. After this blowjob, Ms. Desra's gonna show me how to have sex in missionary position one more time before we start making our way to Mrs. Feltcher's house. Would you mind keeping her legs held up to the back of her head for me? She was showing me what it's like to fuck a woman at every angle and had some trouble with that last time."

Mom looks at you, then down at Ms. Desra who's lazily slurping up your hardening penis. Her face has a neutral position. You start to regret conducting this little test when the rulebook is downstairs, tucked away in your backpack. If she were to start freaking out, you would have to make a mad dash for it.

Your worries disappear when you see a smile spread across her face.

"Of course I'll hold her legs back for you honey! I'm surprised Ms. Desra wasn't able to do it on her own, I was pretty flexible at her age. But I guess that's why I'm here, to help out in these situations."

Chuckling through your sigh of relief, you shake your head at Mom's optimism. The rulebook was a gift from God you were pretty sure you didn't deserve. Especially if he knew what you were going to use it for.

"I'll be right back with that juice." Mom cheers while walking away.

You watch her ass strut down the hall until she escapes your sight. Then you pick up your phone thats been sitting next to the cookie tray. For the moment, Ms. Desra's slurping and your fingers typing are the only sounds filling the room.

THE FLETCHER HOUSE

"This is just plain stupid Judy!" Mr. Fletcher huffs in frustration as he enters the bedroom.

Judy Fletcher turns to her husband and scowls. She's clearly had enough of her husband complaining. It angered her when he spoke like she had any power over whats going on.

"Don't you think I know that! Just be happy I had this in the addict. If we didn't, you'd be speeding down to the office supplies store and spending even more money."

Dismissing her husband's whining for what felt like the hundredth time, Judy picked up a dry-erase marker atop a dresser. She uncapped the marker and walked up to the white board that was recently hung up on the wall.

After spending several minutes writing, she steps back and looks over her work. Across the top of the board, the words 'Breasts', 'Vagina', 'Buttock', and 'Semen' are written in large font. They are separated by vertical lines that span down the entire board and an underlining horizontal line boxes them in.

"I think thats all of it." Judy mutters as her eyes trail down from the heading. The rest of the space is filled with bullet points underneath each category.

Words such as 'Tits', 'Milkers', and 'Hooters' stack beneath the breasts column. Vagina's section has 'pussy', 'cunt', and 'cock-socket' written as the first three words. The same goes for other two slots.

The white board previously used to educate students on sentence structure was now what can only be described as a delinquent's thesaurus.

"I laid out a pair of my panties on the bed for you shrimp dick." Judy says while setting the marker down.

Mr. Fletcher grabs the black panties and looks at his wife confused.

"I thought you didn't have to call me that until he gets here."

Judy walks past her husband and responds without looking at him.

"I don't. I'm just trying to get in the habit of it so I don't slip up."

That was a lie. She actually was just fed up with how her husband's been acting and took the opportunity to insult him for some mild pay back.

Judy flicks on the bathroom light and stands in front of the mirror. Looking over her skimpy maid outfit, she makes another failed attempt at adjusting her black bra to cover more skin. Then she sighs before picking up the frilly maid headband and placing it on her head.

"Are you sure he said he wants me to wear this thing?"

Mr. Fletcher enters the bathroom with a concerned face. Judy looks at her naked husband through the mirror. She can see that he's holding the panties in one hand and a chastity cage in the other.

"Positive babe. You should figure out how to put it on now. They're going to be here soon."

Mr. Fletcher lowers his head and says "Umm.. I think thats gonna be a little difficult."

His words cause Judy to pay more attention to him. Thats when she notices her husband is sporting an erection from between his legs. She turns around to face him.

"A teenaged boy is about to defile our bed. You're going to be waiting on him hand and foot while wearing a chastity cage. And you're HARD?"

Judy was more curious than annoyed. She failed to see what he could possibly be aroused by. Squatting down, her face is now level with Mr. Fletcher's erection.

"It's just....the outfit he has you wearing.... You haven't worn something like that in a long time. It looks really good on you. Thats all."

Judy chuckled while rolling her eyes. For a moment she had forgotten that men are visual creatures. The sight of her in a thong was enough to set him off, even when she was wearing it for the viewing pleasure of someone else.

"Alright, stay here and rub one out. I'll do a final run down of the room."

She stands back up and takes a few paces towards the door. Her heels click against the bathroom's tiled floor.

"You don't think... Could you maybe help me out?"

Judy turns back to her husband who's meekly pointing at his erection. She gives a feint smile before responding in her teacher voice.

"Like I said, they're gonna be here soon. I've got to make sure everything's in order and check on the food. When you leave this room, I want to see that penis soft and locked away."

Then she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. Leaving her husband to his business, Judy scans over her bedroom.

All the sex toys she bought earlier are lined up on her computer desk. She walked over and picked up the largest cock shaped dildo and grimaced. The high of punishing Mr. Fletcher had faded, reminding her of what's to come.

"Why did HE have to be the sexual education student? Out of all people." She says to herself.

Judy puts the dildo down and walks towards the closet. She shakes her head when passing the absurd sex swing contraption set up in the corner. Opening the closet, a mirror hung on the other side of the door is revealed. Judy looks at herself and takes a deep breadth.

"Please come in sir. This is my husband, Shrimp Dick. We are here to serve you for the duration of your sex ed lesson. The bedroom is upstairs where you'll find everything you need. Don't worry about soaking our sheets in your juices. Like you said on the phone, the wetter the better."

Her fake smile slowly turned into an angry look as she rehearsed. It was a good idea to practice acting nice before Michael arrived. Judy collected her self with another deep breadth and took another stab at acting cheerful.

"I'll have your food right up sir. Yes, I can feed you."

"Yes sir, I can take a picture of you ejaculating on Ms. Desra's face. Let me grab my phone."

"She squirted all over the bed? Not a problem sir, I'll get those sheets changed while you get her on the sex swing."

"Of course you can use me as a table to fuck Ms. Desra on. Where do you wan't me, sir?"

"I'll get that cum cleaned right up for you sir-aaaaah!"

Judy screeched in frustration. The vein in her forehead was popping out more with each sentence. She wondered how she was going to get through the night.

"You're just following the rules. You have to control yourself, Judy." She muttered.

Then her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the bathroom door open. She turned around and saw her husband. He stood there, dressed in nothing but a pair of her black panties. They looked tiny against his muscular form.

"I've gotta say babe, you look cute in those."

Judy laughed out loud at her usually macho husband wearing woman's underwear. She walked over to him, noticing the outlines of the cage through the bulge in his panties.

"You're not helping." Mr. Fletcher mutters in defeat.

After arriving at his side, Judy reaches down and cups his penis. She can feel the solid plastic gripping around her husband's cock.

"Well you definitely look more like a 'Shrimp Dick' now."

Mr. Fletcher groans in discomfort at his wife jiggling his cock in her hand.

"Take it easy will you? It hurts enough just wearing this thing."

Judy chuckled but didn't let up with her toying. She takes a step back to get a better view of the bulge in her hand.

"Oh come on. You have to admit, it's kind of funny seeing you like this."

She's been giggling from the moment he came out of the bathroom. Its so hilarious to her that she's showing no signs of stopping any time soon.

"It's just for tonight, hun. Now go down to the kitchen and finish dinner. YOUNG LADY!"

Judy erupted with laughter after referring to her husband as 'young lady'. Then she released his caged dick from her grasp and gave his panty clad ass a hard smack.

"EEEP!" Mr. Fletcher yelped out in a high pitched tone.

That was the only thing he said before scurrying out of the bedroom. Judy just stood and watched him scramble. The feminine screech refueled her laughter, at this point she was bent over and holding her stomach.

She stayed like that for a minute. Her joy came crashing down when her phone buzzed. Raising her head up to look at the desk where it sat, Judy grimaced.

"Oh...right." She sighed.

Exhaustion waved over her from the emotional rollercoaster she's been riding for the past hour. After straitening herself out, she made a slow journey to her phone.