Spanish Not Officially Taught!

The only thing wrong with her in the kitchen, everything gets that Spanish scent to whatever is cooked. Don’t get me wrong, a hell of a lot of what’s cooked is delicious going in but when it comes out the next morning it burns! Not the most recommended way to wake up, I can tell you that.

So I got back to my Spanish homework, I had **** but to concentrate since my teacher was also my stepmom. One problem was that she liked to slip in assignments that she felt taught us real Spanish everyday lessons, such as “¿Cuánto cobras por una mamada?”, which I was shocked to find out meant “What do you charge for a blowjob?”

I jumped to me feet and barrelled into the kitchen, “What the fuck is this?”

Mom apparently knew what I was on about. “What? I’m making sure my male students can talk to the ladies of the street when you come down!” Then Marissa said something that had me wondering about her previous life. “You have no idea how pissed off I got when a gringo showed up and just hemmed and hawed about being with me for a while!”

Shit was my stepmom a former streetwalker? Is that how dad met her and if so was she aware that if the school board found out that she could lose her job for failure to disclose a moral issue on her application!

“Please Graham, I have never told your father about my past life before meeting him, So can what I just said be kept between the two of us?”

What did she thought I was going to say, No!. I’m telling dad the first moment I don’t get my own way,slut! Man she had a lot to learn about me. As if taking my silence as an answer, Marissa went back to making whatever she was cooking, so I went back into the living room and couldn’t get both the translation and what Marissa said out of my head.

Now usually we eat at the dining room table but since dad wasn’t home Marissa moved my homework off the coffee table and placed plated dinner there. I was so caught up in what she said that without thinking I blurted out, “¿Cuánto cobras por una mamada?”

Marissa either what I said brought back memories to Marissa or she was actually considering it!
“Como es tu primera vez, ¡es gratis!” (Since it’s your first time , it’s free!)

Then Marissa got down on her shins beside me and undid my pants, lowered my underwear and lifted the bottom of my t-shirt. With my cock in sight Marissa leaned in close and took my cock into her mouth.

Fuck I was quickly seeing what dad saw in Marissa. She knew how to really work a cock and I was a groaning mess within seconds. I forgot all about Spanish, dinner , even who I was getting blown by!