Slamming it open

That one question, that single, damning inquiry tore through whatever sense of decency you stubbornly clung upon. Jolts of electric lust shot through your nerves with every minute wiggle of your hips as you struggle to reign your mounting orgasm back under control.

"Y-yes... mommy," comes your shuddering answer.

A devilish grin forms upon Glynda's lips as you surrender yourself to a new realm of taboo. Perfectly manicured nails reach down to grip into your bare ass while she rolls her hips against yours, edging you ever closer to release.

"You've been a bad boy," she continues, locking eyes with you. "Seducing your mommy... fucking her... planting your seed deep inside of her. What would your father do if he could see you now? If he knew... that the child I carry is yours and not his?"

"Oh mom...!" both in pleasure and even fear as you immersed yourself into this naughty play.

"Shhhhhh... it's ok," she coos. "He won't know. No one will know. It will be our little secret. Now go on... fuck your mother properly."

Her words had your cock swelling beyond measure. She was too good at this. Either she had given it thought and practiced over time or she was a natural at dirty talking. Either way, you felt as hard as steel tucked deep within her writhing sex. Mustering what little restraint you had left, you dig your heels into the ground and resume a steady pace. Compared to your rather pitiful gasps and moans of lust, Glynda was quite subdued and in control of her own pleasures, giving little coos of encouragement and relaxed sighs in a motherly manner, or at least... as motherly as she could get given the circumstances.

"That's it my sweet boy..." she gasps with yearning. "You make mommy feel so good. You're so much bigger and harder than your father."

"Dad's an idiot," you sputter out, pitching forward with your face into her chest.

"Shhhhh... don't talk about your father that way," she chides you. "He's still my husband. I still have to support him in most ways."

"No you don't," you retort. "I'm better than him. You don't need him anymore. I can make you feel good instead, can't I...?"

You glance up at her with a pleading tone in your eyes, locking with those gorgeous greens of hers as you poke and prod your cockhead against her cervix. She returns your gaze with the love only a mother could give and gently strokes your cheek.

"Don't say things like that," she murmurs. "Don't make a commitment like that to an old lady like me. Find a nice, young girl to grow up with you."

Damn, how much deeper were you two going to dig this hole? For a moment, even the face of your real mother so far away back home on Earth flashed before your eyes in the place of Glynda, a glimpse that brought up long dormant and repressed desires and memories from your old life, both good and bad. Nevertheless, this taboo fantasy of real life failed to deter you. Despite her words, you pick up the pace to thrust more insistently against her soaked hips.

"No. I don't need another girl," you gasp. "I need you. I want you mom, and no one else."

"Michael...!" she cries out in surprise, your pace now making the desk creak and groan under pressure.

Your restraint was coming undone, your cock twitching wildly within her sweet walls yet you pummeled on relentlessly. Role-play or not, something primal was disturbed within you, some deep seated and instinctual need to claim what belonged to you, even if that thing happened to be a faux mother, a faux mother you were now driving into a delirious state of sexual euphoria. She clings to you with all four limbs, legs wrapped tightly at your waist whilst her arms hugged you into her generous bosom. Sensual cries of ecstasy drifted directly from her mouth and into your ear, her teeth nipping playfully at the lobe that sent jolts of electricity all the way down to your throbbing cockhead.

"Mom... I'm gonna..." you groan as your eyes squeeze shut.

"Me too!" she yelps. "My sweet... sweet boy! Cum with your mother! Cum!"

You reach down around her hips and squeeze at her ass, pulling her hard against one final thrust as your cock bursts with orgasmic fury. She answers your volleys with a shriek, her pussy gushing violently against your hips and abdomen when the aura link between you is forged at last. A great deluge of power rushes into Glynda where your bodies connect alongside each euphoric twitch of carnal bliss, setting your nerves aflame and resetting your already tremendous orgasm. Colorful stars burst within your vision as your movements become erratic, your breaths short and **** as you hump against each other.

"Holy shit," you sputter out. "I'm still cumming mom! Fuck, I'm cumming so much inside you! Deep inside you!"

"Yes baby!" she answers. "Give it all to mommy! Give her every... last... drop!"

She punctuates her words with deliberate rolls of her hips, pressing you as tightly against her occupied womb as much as possible which only eggs you further on to continue spewing into her depths. The minutes roll by like hours as you lock yourselves in a delirious embrace, eager to please and be pleased by such a taboo fantasy. Glynda, the doting and sensual mother, and you the protective and eager son. Maybe the old you would feel disgust and shame at such kinks being brought to the forefront of your mind, but this new you was only more curious to try the real deal.

"****..." comes Glynda's whispered word into your ear, sending goosebumps across your skin. "That was... oh my..."

"Uh huh..." you moan tiredly as at last your orgasm subsides.

Wearily, you lean up from the embrace and press your lips into hers, sealing this fantasy into each other's most private of memories. She returns your kiss with subdued enthusiasm, your older lover left fatigued yet fully sated by your performance. As you break the kiss, you're treated with the delightful sight of Glynda's glasses hanging askew on her nose and her sweat matted tresses wild and unkempt against her desk and forehead. Most stunning however was the afterglow radiating from her skin, not so much literal as in visible to the naked eye but the sheer fulfillment being displayed by her aura following a proper linking.

"Mr. Hazelton... is there anything you want to tell me?" she asks carefully, her more rational mind returning to power.

"About the taboo kink or the aura connection?" you ask to clarify.

"Well... the kink was a shock to me but... I suppose I can make an exception for being lost in the moment, provided the obvious condition that you don't mutter a word of this to anyone," she admits, giving a small moan as your softening cock twitches involuntarily within her soiled depths. "The connection however... that was far more powerful and encompassing than what we've experienced in the past with your so-called Semblance."

"That..." you begin to explain but cut yourself short. "It'd be easier if I just show you."

Before she could ask your meaning, you place a thumb and forefinger against her head and transfer all the relevant knowledge and memories directly into her brain. She makes a sharp intake of breath as the information rushes into her, her eyes squeezing shut in a mortal's attempt to process it properly. Thankfully, it was over just as quickly though it leaves her gasping for breath and even slightly haggard.

"That's... that's not possible," she struggles to say, still wrapping her mind around everything.

"I'm living proof of that possibility," you explain. "I'm not that much different from say... Ozpin in this regard, but while he's reached the peak of his potential and is even declining in strength, I still have a long way to go before I realize my true power."

"A God..." she murmurs, averting her gaze to the side. "And one of your... peculiar nature at that..."

You quickly pick up the undertones of sorrow in her voice, something you needed to remedy immediately.

"This upsets you," you state quietly.

"The man that I... I care about," she begins though the word she was about to utter instead isn't lost to you, "... isn't what I hoped he would be. And... you've been bedding other women regularly. Classmates and criminals. I... I feel betrayed by you."

"Glynda..."

She looks you in the eyes once more, her gaze hardened back into the no-nonsense Glynda Goodwitch who taught Combat Training at Beacon Academy.

"Answer me this then, and don't lie," she says sternly. "What is your true purpose here? Are you here to fight alongside us or against us?"

You match her energy with your own.

"The Grimm are a blight upon your world, as is their master. I will snuff them out like a candles in the wind, as will my children, including ours."

The reminder of the child growing within her softened her demeanor, even if just slightly. After all, she did indeed desire greatly to be a mother yet never found a man that could properly reach her standards, yet in you swooped and gave her all of that and more. Conflict danced around in her eyes and soul, yet you waited patiently. Natural trust was far more important to you than twisting her mind to do your bidding.

"I..." she begins. "I suppose I must accept it. There are many forces in this world far beyond the control of any of us, and you're just one more example in a long list. So long as you don't seek to harm my students, myself, or my kingdom, I will not interfere. However, I won't aid you either beyond my career here as a teacher. I'm sure you understand why."

She places her hand upon her stomach as she finishes her admission, a hand that's joined by your own. Surprised at your action, she glances up at you to find you smiling serenely.

"Our child is a blessing. Be the good mother I know you're destined to be."

She chuckles at your words.

"I'm not sure how good I am now considering how we just fucked."

It was your turn to chuckle as you slowly withdraw from her.

"I'd say you're even better now than before. I'd like to do that again."

"Don't get your hopes up. **** is taboo for a reason," she states factually as she reaches for her riding crop, intent on cleaning the mess you've both made. "But... if you're a good boy... I will consider it."

A coy smile settles on her lips as she watches you dress yourself, a single wave of her medium banishing all sexual fluids from all surfaces, body parts, and clothing, erasing all evidence of your coupling. Smirking cheekily, you step up to her and place one more kiss upon her tender lips.

"I'm always good."

"I'll be the judge of that," she playfully quips back then gently pressing you towards the door. "I'll be seeing you again soon, Mr. Hazelton."