First Classes

During the following weekend, Mr. Johnson had been in constant communication with Mary. They discussed potential times for him to give Alex private lessons, and to her surprise, he was more than willing to accommodate their schedule. He even offered to teach Alex Monday through Friday after his work at the school, not asking for any payment in return. She simply assumed that the man had a great vocation and dedication to being a teacher.

As Monday arrived, so did the first day of private lessons for Alex. Anticipation filled the house as 5:30 PM approached, the time Mr. Johnson was expected to arrive. Both Alex and Mary were waiting in the living room, eager to begin. Alex was meticulously cleaning, making sure the house was spotless upon the teacher's arrival, as his mother had instructed him to do. Though Mary still held a slight distrust towards Mr. Johnson, she wanted to make a good impression.

Alex was dressed in a pair of light blue sandals, a pair of yellow shorts that fit a little above his knees, and a light blue T-shirt that was too big for him, often slipping off one shoulder to reveal a glimpse of his skin

His hair continued to grow, now covering his ears, and constantly falling into his eyes. To keep it out of the way, he tied it back with a yellow handkerchief adorned with traditional Mexican embroidery, a habit he did every time he cleaned up.

While Alex continued to sweep, Mary paced around the living room, rearranging the cushions on the couch to make it more comfortable for their guest. She felt uneasy about having a man she didn't trust like Mr. Johnson in her home, but she also knew that Alex needed the attention and guidance that Mr. Johnson was willing to provide.

What she couldn't quite explain was why she KNEW that? During all those years it had never crossed her mind that Alex needed the figure of a man in his life, and now so suddenly..... But it wasn't time to think about that.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, and both Mary and Alex jumped with anxiety. But they quickly composed themselves, Alex put the broom aside and Mary, taking a deep breath, went to open the door.

Standing on the other side was Mr. Johnson, wearing a neatly pressed shirt and khaki pants. smiling warmly at Mary and Alex. His eyes lingered a moment on Alex, who stood shyly behind Mary, clutching onto the hem of her shirt for reassurance.

"Good evening, Mrs. Rodriguez, Alex. May I come in?" He greeted, smiling. His smile seemed warm, but Mary couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that washed over her. She hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let him in. As he entered, a faint whiff of musky cologne followed him, making Alex wrinkle his nose in discomfort.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson," Mary greeted him politely, trying to ignore the unease creeping up her back.

After smiling to her again, Mr. Johnson's gaze shifted to Alex, who was now fidgeting with the edge of his shirt nervously. Mr. Johnson's smile widened as he crouched down to the boy's level. "Well, hello there, little man. Ready to learn some new things?" he said, reaching out a hand to tousle Alex's hair. Mr. Johnson's voice was smooth, almost too smooth for Mary's liking.

Alex flinched at the sudden contact but **** a smile, not wanting to upset the guest. He didn't feel comfortable with Mr. Johnson's affectionate gesture, but he had to be polite.

"Yeah” he mumbled, trying not to being rude.

Mary watched the interaction, her stomach tightening. She knew she had to be careful.

"So, shall we get started?" Mr. Johnson asked, breaking the silence. Mary nodded, gesturing towards the living room.

Once in the living room Mr. Johnson and Alex took seats. The teacher's briefcase, filled to the brim with materials and books, sat in the center of the coffee table. Mary stood in a corner of the room, her eyes flitting nervously between the two as they prepared for their lesson.

"We'll be tackling algebra today," Mr. Johnson announced to Alex, his voice warm and inviting as he pulled out a thick book and displayed it with a friendly smile.

Mary watched as they both pulled out crisp sheets of paper, ready to tackle the complex equations that lay ahead. She observed them quietly for a moment before deciding it was safe to leave them alone and tend to the finishing touches on dinner. As she moved about the kitchen, she could hear the familiar sound of her favorite Mexican soap opera.

Alex listened intently as Mr. Johnson explained each concept, pointing to the textbook and drawing diagrams on the paper. Mary heard the rustling of the papers and the occasional mumbled exchange between them.

"Let's try this problem together," Mr. Johnson said, turning to Alex and pointing to the equation on the paper. Alex squinted his eyes, trying to understand the numbers clearly, his hair falling over his face once again. He reached up to adjust the yellow handkerchief.

As Mary finished the last dish, she heard the familiar ending jingle of her favorite soap opera's theme song coming from the living room. She sighed, knowing that meant Alex's private class was also over for the day. Mr. Johnson emerged from the living room, and Mary could see the exhaustion etched on his face. She offered a **** smile and invited him to join them for dinner, hoping he would decline. To her relief, he politely declined, saying he needed to head home. As he said his goodbyes and left, Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

As they ate their meal, Mary couldn't help but ask Alex how his first class had gone. With sincerity in his voice, Alex replied that it had been nice - Mr. Johnson hadn't treated him badly and had been patient with him. A weight lifted from Mary's shoulders as she realized she may have been worrying for nothing.

The next few days passed by in a similar routine - studying physics and biology with Mr. Johnson arriving, greeting them both politely before heading to the living room to teach his well-prepared class. And once it was over, he would bid them farewell with a genuine smile before leaving for the day.

Everything went well until Thursday night came. At the end of his geography class, As he was putting his things in his briefcase, Mr. Johnson announced to Alex that tomorrow they would be watching sex education.

As Mary was chopping vegetables for dinner, she heard Mr. Johnson's voice filter into her senses. Her body tensed when she heard what he had planned to teach her boy. She immediately left the kitchen and headed towards the living room, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

She approached him slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What did you just say?"

Mr. Johnson looked up from his papers, not with his friendly smile, but a disconcerted look on his face. "Tomorrow we will be talking about sex education," he said, trying his best to sound neutral.

Mary bit her lip, trying to find the words. " Mr. Johnson, as you know, my values…. Our values are very conservative, back in Mexico. And I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with Alex learning about sex education. Not from a teacher. I think it's something that should be discussed within the family." Mary stated.

Mr. Johnson nodded in understanding. "I can see where you're coming from," he said calmly. "But I believe that sex education is an important part of growing up and making responsible choices. Alex is already an adult, after all"

Mary kept bitting her lip, struggling to find the right words. "It’s just that I don't want my son to be influenced or pressured into anything," she stated firmly. "Sex is a personal and private matter, and I think I should be the one to discuss it with him. When I deem it appropriate."

"I assure you; the lesson will be appropriate and focused on promoting healthy behaviors," Mr. Johnson countered, raising an eyebrow at Mary's attitude"

Mary took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She could feel the weight of the decision she had to make pressing down on her shoulders. Looking down at Alex, who was now playing with a loose thread on his sweater, she knew she had to make a choice.

Then, as if a fire ignited in Mary's eyes, she decided, a fierce determination pulsing through her veins. Her son would not be subjected to sex education from a stranger she didn't even trust.

"No. Not under my roof. You will not give Alex any kind of sex education." Her voice was like steel, cutting through the room and settling on Mr. Johnson who met her gaze with ice-cold eyes, as the first day in her house.

Alex was leaning on the coffee table, his heart racing as he saw from below the tension between his mom and Mr. Johnson escalate. "Mom, what's happening? Did Mr. Johnson do something wrong?"

Mary swallowed her anger and tried to explain the situation calmly, but before she could answer, Mr. Johnson raised his hand in front of Alex, signaling him to be quiet and Alex immediately fell silent.

"Alex, go to your room, while the grown-ups talk," Mr. Johnson said in a firm voice. Mary's eyes widened with indignation. How dare that man to give orders to her son in her own home?

Alex looked torn between obeying his mother or the authoritative figure before him. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at his mother, then back at Mr. Johnson. unsure of what to do. But when Mr. Johnson's piercing gaze fell upon him, he quickly obeyed, getting up from the coffee table and scurrying off to his room. Feeling humiliated for being treated as if he was not an adult.

As soon as Alex was out of sight, Mary turned to face Mr. Johnson, she couldn't contain her fury any longer. "How dare you come into my house and think you can give orders to my child! That is not your place!" she spat at him, determined to assert her dominance in her own home.

Mr. Johnson ignored Mary’s fury, his voice low and firm. "Mrs. Rodriguez, I understand your concern, but I must clarify that I am a professional and will teach Alex about sex education in a responsible and appropriate manner. It is a crucial topic for his development, and I would appreciate your trust in me."

Mary's jaw clenched, and she retorted, "I don't give a damn if you're a professional or not! You're not teaching him anything about sex, and that's final!" She crossed her arms, standing her ground.

But Mr. Johnson remained calm and collected. "Look, Mrs. Rodriguez, as an educator, I believe that I know best what Alex needs to learn..." He tried to explain, but Mary cut him off.

"Do you know best?" Now she was really offended "You have no right to impose your beliefs on my boy." Mary seethed. "I am his mother, and I know what's best for him. You're just a teacher, and I won't let you influence his life in such a way."

Mr. Johnson remained unfazed, a condescending smile on his face. "Sometimes parents need guidance in making the right decisions for their children," he stated calmly.

Mary could feel her blood boiling at his words. How dare he imply that she didn't know what was best for her own son? She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding.

"Enough. You had your chance," Mary continued, her voice low and steady. "And you've lost it. I won't let you take advantage of my son like that. You're not welcome back in this house."

Hearing those words, Mr. Johnson turned to stone. He stood in front of Mary, staring into her eyes with a calculating expression.

Although the man was much taller and stronger than she was, Mary held his gaze. Tilting her head up so she could look him in the eye. That was her house after all. And there she was in charge.

Then, Mr. Johnson's hand shot up in front of Mary's face, causing her to flinch in anticipation of a blow. But instead, he just snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. The sound seemed to jolt Mary into a trance-like state, she remained standing but with empty, lifeless eyes.

Mr. Johnson remained staring at Mary with an undecipherable stare. Suddenly his hand moved with lightning speed, connecting with the side of Mary's face in a loud, skin-on-skin smack. Her head snapped to the side, her hair flying into her face. “That was for defy my authority in front of the boy, stupid whore.” Mr. Johson spat at her.

Mary's head remained hanging to one side, her hair falling in disarray and covering half of her face. A deep red mark bloomed on her cheek where Mr. Johnson's blow had landed. The air around them was heavy with tension and silence. Then Mr. Johnson broke the silence with a deep sigh.

He reached out and took Mary's chin in his hand, turning her face to meet his gaze once again. Mary's eyes remained vacant and distant.

"Now you listen to me, bitch" growled Mr. Johnson, his voice laced with authority. "I am Brandon Johnson. The one who invaded your mind before." He paused for a moment, waiting for recognition to dawn in Mary's eyes.

She eventually nodded slightly.

"Good," continued Mr. Johnson, his grip tightening on her chin. "You must remember that I know what is best for Alex. And I have decided that he needs sex education."

Mary stood still, her expression distant and unresponsive. "You must accept and obey," he continued. "Do you understand?"

After a moment of hesitation, Mary weakly nodded in agreement.

"You must never again question anything I want to teach Alex," declared Mr. Johnson, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I know best what he must learn."

Mary nodded again, but this time there was resistance in her movements.

"And you will never again challenge my authority," Said Mr. Johnson, His low, threatening voice echoed in the silent room. "What I say will be done, and you will obey without hestation. Do you understand?"

As he spoke these words, Mary remained still a moment, then her head began to twitching slightly as if battling against an invisible **** pulling at her thoughts and actions. Mr. Johnson stood expectantly, waiting for her to falter, but her resistance only seemed to grow stronger.

His expression twisted with disgust as he watched her attempts to break free from his influence. "It appears that it is still too early to claim absolute obedience," he sneered, his eyes narrowing in disdain towards Mary. "How can this whore resist my commands? She is nothing but a stupid woman, she should not possess the mental ability to do so."

He paused, considering his next words carefully before continuing. "You do not have to blindly follow my every order," he said, looking directly at Mary. Her resistance stopped. "But you must take them into consideration and discuss any objections with me in private. We cannot have you challenging my authority all around the house. That would only confuse Alex about who is in charge."

Mary's head remained still for a moment longer. And then, as if Mr. Johnson's request seemed reasonable enough, she nodded weakly. This emboldened Mr. Johnson.

Furthermore," he continued, "you will not react negatively when I touch you. It doesn't matter if you feel uncomfortable or don't like it, you will not reject my touch. Especially not in front of Alex."

For a moment, Mary seemed to resist this command, her face contorting with disgust. But then, as if her mind had assimilated the order, she stopped and nodded again.

"Good" Mr. Johnson said with satisfaction “Besides, anytime you wish to discuss any order I have given, you will do so with utmost respect and deference. You must acknowledge that I know more about the subject at hand, and you feel ashamed for even doubt me." He stated.

Mary took a big moment unresponsive. As if mediating the order. Then her face began to contort. But she quickly stopped and nodded again.

“You will also forget everything that happened just now. You will believe that we had a civil conversation and came to an agreement. But what I told you will remain in your mind." Mr. Johnson continued, reaching up to Mary's face, brushing away a strand of her hair and caressing the cheek where he had struck her.

Mary's expression remained docile as she nodded slowly.

Stepping back with calculated grace, Mr. Johnson snapped his fingers and Mary snapped out of her trance-like state.

Mary felt disoriented as her eyes focused again, she found herself standing in front of Mr. Johnson. She tried to recall what had just happened, but her mind was a blur.

"Alex, please come down!" Mr. Johnson called from the living room. Alex peeked down the stairs and began to shyly descend. Neither his mom nor Mr. Johnson were yelling anymore.

Mr. Johnson greeted him with a warm smile. "Your mother and I have come to an agreement," he said as he approached Mary and confidently put his hand around her hip.

Alex felt uncomfortable at the familiarity with which his teacher was touching his mother but said nothing.

Mary felt disgusted. She felt a desire to push the man away from her. But something powerful inside her head told her that she should not reject Mr. Johnson's advances, much less in front of Alex.

"We'll start your sex education classes tomorrow." The teacher announced happily. "Your mother has agreed and everything. Isn't that right, Mrs. Rodriguez?" He said taunting as he playfully shook Mary by the hips.

"It's true, sweetheart," Mary murmured, disoriented, forcing a smile. “We came to an agreement”.

The man looked at his watch with a sense of urgency. "We are already quite late," he said, his voice tinged with regret. He turned to face Alex, pointing a finger in his direction. "Alex, I'll see you for tomorrow's class," he declared before turning to Mary "See you tomorrow, Mrs. Rodriguez." With a lecherous grin, he reached down and gave her a forceful slap on the ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.

As Mr. Johnson left the house, Mary anxiously turned to Alex to gauge his reaction. But before she could say anything, he averted his eyes in shame. Mary knew it was better not to mention what had just happened with the teacher - she herself couldn't understand why she let him touch her like that.

If you like my stories, please consider to support me on Suscribestar!

https://subscribestar.adult/eyesccollector