Down Time & Preparations

You stand up from your desk when the final bell of the day rings. Sounds of chattering students fill the building as you exit the classroom. Walking down the halls with a hand firmly planted across your naked teacher's ass fills you with a cocky nature you never experienced before.

Earlier, this obscene display made your heart pound with fear of anything going wrong. However, your anxiety settled more with each passing period. At this point you feel assured there are no consequences to fear.

"I was this close to licking it up. Thank God Ms. Desra offered to take jizz duty." You hear a girl tell her friend as they pass you.

They generated a breeze that tickles your crotch and prompts you to lightly scratch your free hanging member. Pulling your pants up and down started to feel bothersome by the end of lunch. Throwing them, and your boxers, in your bag for the rest of the day was a suitable solution. From then on you were almost as naked from the waist down as Ms. Desra. The only difference was that your feet are secured by socks and sneakers while her's are bare.

Even now your cock is exposed to the world. It glistens with a mix of spit and pussy juice while slowly deflating from your previous 'lesson'. No one objects because you are now exempt from public indecency laws.

After stoping at Ms. Desra's office to pick up her bag, the two of you enter the teachers' parking lot. A look of discomfort forms across your teacher's face when her bare feet step on the concrete pavement. You walk up to Ms. Desra's car, fish the keys out of her bag, and hop in the driver seat. She seems confused but reluctantly opens the passenger side's door.

"I heard about this thing called 'road-head'. So I was thinking I could drive while you teach me about it."

Although you considered yourself a good driver, it's difficult to stay focused with a pair of lips around your cock. You feel hypnotized by the slurping and gagging noises of the older woman's mouth engulfing your dick. The car swerved for a moment when you took a hand off the wheel to push her head down. Finally, you reach your home and pull into the driveway. You put the car in park and buck your hips up while ejaculating in Ms. Desra's mouth. She lifts her head, cheeks bulging with spunk, and swallows before following you to the front door of your house.

You open the door and step aside to make way for your teacher. Ms. Desra quickly shuffles up the walk-way, doing her best to cover her tits and pussy. She snaps her head from left to right, feeling self-conscious, in search of any neighbors who can see her naked form. Her flesh jiggles with each step despite her efforts to hold everything in place.

Ms. Desra reaches the door but you stop her before she can enter. Your hand jolts up to her chest, knocks her arm away, and grips the right tit. Feeling your fingers sink into the meaty fun-bag, you give it a little shake.

She looks at you nervously but doesn't say anything. Her worried expression makes it obvious how anxious she is to get out of the open. Deciding to make her squirm a little longer, you lean forward and suck on her nipple. After a few seconds you pull back and stand on the tips of your toes. Now your eyes reach the same height as the woman who is technically your superior. Still fondling her breast, you lean into her ear. With your forehead pressed against her brown hair you whisper.

"Consider this your new classroom. We're gonna be covering A LOT of material here."

Ms. Desra opens her mouth to speak. You raise your voice before she can say anything.

"Alright, we've got study'n to do. Get going!"

WHACK- your free hand smacks down on her left ass cheek.

"EEEK!" she squeals while her eyes grow wide in shock.

Your teacher springs forward while her ass jiggles. She gallops through the door like a horse thats been whipped with a riding crop.

You head inside, take your shoes off, and close the door behind you before walking further into the house. In her frenzy, Ms. Desra had scurried into the living room. Seeing her arms reach around to rub her plump ass made you chuckle. A voice calls out just as you catch up to your teacher.

"Mikey? Is that you?" your Mother asks while exiting the kitchen. When she finds the two of you in the living room she stops and reacts with an "Oh-".

"Hey Mom. This is Ms. Desra, my sex education teacher."

You introduce the naked woman while hugging her from behind. Your hands reach up to fondle her massive rack which makes your cock swell. It settles hot-dogged between her ass cheeks when it's at full mast.

With Ms. Desra being taller you are **** to peak around her side to make eye contact with Mom. You had thought about using the rulebook to change your height. Being on the shorter side use to make you feel insecure. But now being smaller than the woman you sexually dominate seems both erotic and hilarious at the same time.

Mom takes a moment look up and down at the two of you. Her face remains in neutral expression. She is clearly not put off by her bottomless son or the naked woman he's groping in her living room.

"Oh wonderful!" she cheers through a smile. Mom walks up and holds her hand out.

Ms. Desra's breathing had grown heavier from the moment she felt your cock come to life. She squirmed a little in your grasp. However, that only caused your cock to settle further between her cheeks.

She slowly lifts her arm when Mom approaches her. Ms. Desra forces her grimacing face into a polite smile while they shake hands.

"It's so nice to meet you Ms. Desra. I'm Mike's mother, you can call me Susan."

After a few seconds of shaking hands, Mom steps back. Your light grinding evolves into more of a humping motion. Ms. Desra does her best to suppress her moans.

"Seems Mike really lucked out with his sexual education teacher. I can tell you're dedicated to your craft."

Mom tilts her head down and points to the woman's bare crotch in acknowledgment of my thrusting from behind. Ms. Desra bites her lower lip and exhales through her nose before she responds.

"I try my best. So far your son's been very... mmmph... dedicated himself. I'm sure he'll be a quick study." Her moan was caused by you tweaking her nipples half way through the sentence.

Mom brings her gaze back up and flashes you a quick smile before reestablishing eye contact with Ms. Desra. Her posture has a sense of pride to it. It's almost like she's hearing a good review at a parent-teacher conference.

"That's great to hear. I have no doubt he'll learn everything he needs to know about sex. Especially since your guidance will be available to him here at home. It's a pleasure to have you."

Realizing Mom's attitude towards you 'learning' in her house is much more positive than Mrs. Fletcher's makes your balls stir to the brink of spewing. You bring the grinding to a halt and hold your cock tight between the teacher's ass cheeks to get a hold of yourself. Then you step back and shuffle to Ms. Desra's left side. Reaching your hand around her waist you pull her in close.

"Hey Mom? I think it's about time Ms. Desra and I got to work. I have a special lesson planned for Mrs. Fletcher's house later and we need to get ready. Would it be ok if we used your bedroom? It's got a lot more space for us to go over the material we have planned."

Mom's eyes lower to meet yours. After a second, you break off to really inspect her for the first time today.

Your Mother's about the same height as your teacher, maybe half an inch taller. All her features are slightly thicker than Ms. Desra's. Her tits, ass, and legs all have a little more meat on them. This also includes her stomach and face, but she's certainly not fat. The woman's features are just slightly more filled out than your teacher.

"If you think thats the best place for your lesson, of course you can sweetie."

Mom's warm voice puts an end to your visual scan of her body. She shook Ms. Desra's hand one more time and then turned towards the couch beside her.

"I'll just be here cleaning up. Don't hesitate to let me know if theres anything I can do for you. After all, it's my job to ensure my boy's education goes smoothly."

An idea pops into your head while watching her straiten the couch's arrangement of pillows.

"Actually Mom, there is something you can do. Do you mind stripping down to just your panties whenever we're in the house. The visual stimulation would keep me in the mood to study as much as possible."

Without hesitation, Mom stands back up and unbuttons her jeans. She wiggles until they fall to the ground and kicks her ankles free. Her, pale, thick thighs come into view. You gulp at the sight of her light blue panties.

"Not a problem sweetie. I'm happy to help." she says while lifting her shirt over her head. Your eyes dart up to the black bra encasing a pair of massive breasts.

Then she reaches behind her back, unclips her bra, and lets the straps fall down her shoulders. Taking a break from humping Ms. Desra's ass was definitely the right call. Seeing her huge tits plop down would have made you bust if you where still at it.

Mom raises her arms and points inward at her body. Her motion silently asks you if her state of dress is satisfactory. You nod while grabbing Ms. Desra's hand tightly. Then you head to the stairs by the front of the house, pulling her behind you. After placing a foot on the first step you pause. You back peddle until Mom, who has resumed fixing up the couch, comes back into sight. She's bent over the arm rest, giving you a perfect view of the blue panties stretching across her ass.

"Oh yea and Mom! I need you to stop having sex with Dad. In fact, it'd be even better if both of you stopped having orgasms all together. Knowing that anyone in the house other than myself is getting off would really distract me from my lessons. Even if it happens when I'm not around."

Mom stands up and turns to face your direction. No sign of shock or anger is found on her face when she responds.

"Sure thing honey. I suppose it makes sense to always behave like your in a lesson since this is pretty much your sex ed classroom. I'll let your father know when he gets back from work. No more orgasms for us! Not if it's going to distract you. We won't let anything get in the way of your education!"

Her casual commitment to chastity brings a smile to your face. At the same time Ms. Desra stands behind you and looks down at her feet. A pit in her stomach forms now that yet another person has to subvert their life for her job. At first she was relieved by your Mom's enthusiasm but hearing this filled her with guilt.

Wiggling her toes against the wooden floor, Ms. Desra starts to blush. She went through years of school and hard work hoping to make a mark on the academic world. Now it seems her only contribution will be having her naked body paraded around by a boy with a never ending sex drive. But she couldn't blame, Michael. After all, she had been selected to be his sexual education teacher. She just wished the boy didn't make such a spectacle of it.

"Thanks Mom! Don't worry, I'll let you guys cum whenever it won't distract me. Just check in with me if you want to orgasm so I can tell you if it's a good time or not. Oh, and you should let me know how you plan to cum. It could be a good time but doing it a certain way might make me lose focus. I'll give you an alternative way to make yourself cum if you were gonna do it in a distracting way."

Your Mom looks back at you with a smile while softly fluffing the pillow in her grasp. However, your focus remains locked on her amble chest resting just above it. Mom's skin is so fair you can make out tan lines despite the fact that she rarely gets any sun. Your so mesmerized by her hanging set of flesh that her response sounds more like muffles than words.

"It's really no trouble at all, honey. No orgasms is a small price to pay for my son's education! But that's sweet of you, baby. I'll definitely text you if I ever want to sneak one in. Don't go out of your way to answer if you're in the middle of something important though."

By now your cock stands out harder than a rock. With all your willpower completely depleted, you bolt up the stairs without responding.

Ms. Desra almost falls over when you yank her arm to follow. Speeding up to match your pace, her tits bounce uncontrollably as she marches up the stairs.

"Oh! Michael please slow down." she yelps

You disregard her pleas "Come on Ms. Desra! I want to learn about face fucking!"

The woman is practically out of breadth when you reach the second floor. She can't help but feel embarrassed while being dragged through her student's house in the nude.

"Good luck, honey! Make sure to pay attention to what Ms. Desra says when you're not fucking her face!" Mom calls out as you sprint to the master bedroom with your naked teacher in tow.

ACROSS TOWN

"The swing should be delivered by the time you get home." Mrs. Fletcher says into the phone she's holding pressed against her ear.

The esteemed English teacher is currently on the phone with her husband who is getting ready to leave work. She's informing him on the whereabouts of home sex-swing that she purchased, and payed extra, for same day delivery.

All sorts of erotic toys pass through her sight as she paces up and down the aisles. After school, Mrs. Feltcher got in her car and drove to a sex shop on the edge of town.

"Bring it to the bedroom and set it up..... Because he needs it for his lesson.... I know it's ridiculous but it's our job as the hosts of his lesson..... He's the sexual education student, we have to follow the rules..."

Mrs. Fletcher explains everything to her husband for the fifth time while continuing to shop. She shifts to secure her phone between her head and shoulder before grabbing a dildo off a shelf. Then she places it in her other hand which has limited mobility due to her forearm threading the handle of a basket. Using her newly freed hand, she sifts through the basket and fishes out a dildo she previously picked out. Now holding the two sex toys side by side, she carries on with the conversation while comparing their sizes.

"You think I like this?!?.... I'm at this ridiculous store with a dildo in each hand. This is the last thing I want to do with my time!..... You're lucky thats all you have to do.... This is so much more humiliating for me..... At least your work wasn't interrupted by him ejaculating all over your office....... You don't even have to see him after.......... ......A teenaged boy who is MY student is going to just waltz into our home and use it as his personal sex dungeon.... Well do you want me to ask him if YOU could be the one in the degrading maid outfit?.... I didn't think so."

Mrs. Fletcher started to grow frustrated by her husband's complaining. She understood why he's upset but he acted like it was her doing. As if she had any say over the rules. On top of that, his disregard of the fact that the situation was objectively worse for her made her blood boil.

After deciding that the dildos differed enough in size, she placed them both into the basket. Her phone buzzed and she reached to remove the phone from her shoulder.

"One second, I just got a text." She said while lowering the phone from her ear.

Without hanging up, she read the message and rolled her eyes. Then she brought the device back to her head.

"That was Michael.....No, the ambassador to Spain. Of course it's him!..... You still have that can of paint in the garage right?..... Ok after you set up the swing, you need to paint 'Judy <3's Michael's Cock' in large letters above the bed..... The heart's is a less-than sign and a three followed by an apostrophe-S..... Also we have to call him 'sir' while he's there...... Yea and apparently you're going by 'shrimp dick' for the night.... At this point nothing surprises me..... I have to go. The food still needs to be bought and now I have to get something else before I leave.... A chastity cage.....Because he wants you to wear one under a pair of my panties.....Rules are rules. Bye."

Mrs. Fletcher hung up before her husband could get out any more complaints. She took a deep breath and scrolled to the list Michael had sent her during school. Then she began her search through the rather large store for the next item. After a couple laps around the aisles with no success, she swallowed her pride and approach one of the people working there.

"Excuse me?" she says while approaching a girl who looked to be in her early twenties.

The sale associate turns to face Mrs. Fletcher and her eyes go wide. She is caught off guard by the basket which is overflowing with sex toys. Everything from butt plugs to lube are piled into the container. A large dildo sticking out into the air makes the display almost comical. Her attention cuts back to Mrs. Fletcher when she speaks again.

"Hi. I'm having trouble finding butt plugs that vibrate. Can you point me to them."

The girl takes a moment to compose herself.

"Ummm... Right this way." She says while motioning for the teacher to follow her.

Her curiosity gets the better of her and she asks "So umm... Big plans for tonight?"

Mrs. Fletcher looks down at the basket in shame before lifting her head to regain eye contact.

"Yes but they're not my plans. One of my teenaged students is going to have a sexual education lesson with a teacher in my home. My husband and I are going to spend the night serving him. I'll be wearing a maid outfit and my husband will be in panties and a chastity cage while doing so. Actually, could you help me find that next?"