In a "prestigious university"

"Watch where you are going, dork!", Connor Castellanos' voice boomed through the hallway, causing the usual ripple of laughter to follow. Tommy stumbled, his backpack sliding off his shoulder as he tried to regain his balance. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he stared down at his shoes. The floor tiles were a cold, unforgiving witness to his daily humiliation. He felt the eyes of his peers on him, but he refused to look up and acknowledge their amusement.

"Stay right there," Connor said with a smirk, before walking through the hall dressed up for the first football game of the season. Tommy hated the way everyone's eyes followed Connor like he was some kind of celebrity. He hated the way his own heart raced with a mix of anger and fear every time he saw him.

But before he could even react, a hand gently touched his shoulder. He looked up and was met with the concerned gaze of Dr. Victoria Castellanos, Connor's mother. She was even more stunning than usual today, her blond hair in a sleek ponytail, her blue eyes piercing through him with an intensity that made his knees wobble. "I'm so sorry about that, Tommy," she said, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Connor can be a bit... much."

Tommy nodded, not quite knowing what to say. Dr. Castellanos' hand remained on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You know, I think we both could use a break from all this," she said, glancing around the crowded hallway. "Why don't we go somewhere private to talk?"

Tommy felt his stomach flip-flop. What could she possibly want to talk about? Doesn't she want to see her son's first game of the season? He nodded, and she led him down a deserted hallway and into a rarely used bathroom. The smell of bleach and stale air filled his nostrils as he followed her into the last stall. His heart was racing. What is going on?

Once inside, she locked the door behind them. Tommy's eyes widened as she leaned against the sink, her posture suggesting she had something important to say. But instead, she spoke in a low, soothing tone, "You know, I've noticed how much my son has been bothering you." Tommy's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "I've been meaning to talk to him about it, but sometimes..." she trailed off, looking at him with a sad smile, "Sometimes, words aren't enough."

Her hand reached out to touch his cheek, and for a moment, Tommy felt like he was going to faint. This was his professor, and his bully's mother, and a woman who was not only beautiful but also powerful and respected. "I want to make it up to you," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me... help you feel better."

Tommy looked at her in shock as she began to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes never left his, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. It was like he was in a trance. She revealed her ample, creamy breasts, and his mouth went dry. He had never seen anything like them before, and the desire to touch them was overwhelming. He reached out tentatively, and she didn't stop him. "Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice thick with something he couldn't quite identify.

"Yes," he croaked, his hand shaking as he cupped the bra in his hand. He had dreamed of this moment during her lectures, every time she would call him to the front of the classroom to answer a question, her chest was all he could focus on. But he never imagined it would actually happen.

Her hand gently guided his to her bare skin, and the softness of her breast took his breath away. He had never felt anything so incredible in his life. His heart pounded in his chest as his thumb grazed her nipple, and she gasped softly. "Good boy," she murmured, and the sound sent a thrill through him that was almost too much to handle. He couldn't believe he was touching Dr. Castellanos' breasts.

Tommy's eyes were glued to her face as he explored her, watching for any signs of discomfort or disapproval. But all he saw was a look of... shame? Tommy retreated his hand, taking his palm from her grip. He took a moment to think about it...

"Why are you doing this?" Tommy managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria sighed heavily, her eyes never leaving his. "Because it's my fault," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "Connor... he's just acting out because of what happened to his father. And I... I haven't been there for him the way I should have." Tommy felt a pang of pity for her, for the burden she carried. He had always assumed that Connor's bullying was just a part of who he was, not a symptom of something deeper.

"I want to make it right," she continued, her voice gaining strength. "If you can forgive him, maybe he'll learn from this. Maybe he'll change." Victoria raised her hand to grab Tommy's palm again before changing her mind and reaching behind to unclasp her bra. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and perfect, and she bent her back slightly, pushing them closer to him. Tommy's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mind racing with the reality of the situation.

But the reality was actually too good to believe in it, and Tommy decided to simply enjoy it. He reached out again, his heart racing as he cupped her warm, soft flesh in his hands. He couldn't believe it was happening - he was touching the breasts of the woman he had fantasized about for months. His thumbs circled her erect nipples, and she let out a soft moan that made his blood rush even faster.

"Are you really okay doing that? Now? With me?", Tommy stuttered between licks and sucks on her erect nipples.

Victoria nodded, her eyes closed, a serene expression on her face. "Yes, Tommy," she whispered. "It is... good thing." She placed her hand on his hair and gently pulled him closer to her, his face now buried in her breast. Her other hand found his palm and placed in on her other breast. Tommy's hand and tongue moved in sync with her guidance, exploring every inch of her softness, feeling her nipple harden beneath his touch.

"My son wronged you, as a mother, I have to make it right," Victoria whispered, her breath hot against Tommy's eager movements. "I couldn't wait any longer than necessary, and now it's a good time..." She moaned softly as Tommy's teeth grazed her sensitive nipple. "I am sorry, Tommy, I have no milk there." She pulled on his hair a bit, wanting him to take her other nipple in his mouth.

Tommy simply nodded and switched his attention to her other breast, eager to please. He felt a strange mix of emotions—guilt, excitement, and confusion—as he suckled and fondled her. But most of all he felt the glee. Fuck you Connor! I am sucking on your mom's tits right now! The thought was like a ****, fueling his actions. Making circles with his tongue around her areola, he felt Victoria's hand tighten in his hair. She seemed to enjoy it, and that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

"Tommy? Tommy, are you better now?" Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the feverish panting that filled the small space. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and astonishment. He had lost track of time, but the feel of her breasts in his hands was a sensation that was etched into his memory forever. Her look changed slightly, "Can you forgive my son for pushing you on the floor?", she asked, her voice had a hint of desperation.

Tommy's mind raced. Forgive Connor? For this? But the feeling of her nipple between his teeth was too intense to resist. He nodded, his voice muffled by her flesh. "Yes," he murmured, his mouth still full of her. He didn't even know if she heard him, but she did. Next thing she did was leaning back, her breasts slipping from his grasp, and she took a deep breath. "Good," she said, her voice firm. "That's all I needed to hear."

With surprising swiftness, she buttoned up her blouse and straightened her clothes. Tommy watched her, his heart sinking. Was it over? Did he do something wrong? He felt like he was floating, unable to process what had just happened. She turned to him, her expression now serious. "Now, I'll go to the game," the knocks of her heels echoed in the tiled bathroom.