"Dealer's choice..."

Joanne stares at you with a puzzled, disappointed expression, "One would think that with all the free porn available on the net today, a boy like you might answer something with a little more flair to it, like, I don't know... You can thank me by wanking me or-"

You erupt in a fit of laughter, "I'm sorry, I've never been good at this..."

She follows your lead, giggling her heart away, taking a long breath after that.

"I'm not a pro either, believe me... It's hard to practice flirting when the targets keep running away." She says with a sad smirk, "Ah, and of course you're not in the mood, silly me. you're exhausted, obviously..." She taps on her lap, "Come on, lay down a bit."

You take a breath of relief, laying down and resting your head on her thigh.

Nestled in her lap like this, the world seems a little softer, and warmer...

Looking above, beyond her bulky chest you see Joanna smiling kindly down to you, tenderly caressing your head.

"Just like that... I'll take good care of you, I promise..." She murmurs.

Her hand slides past your shoulder, tracing your pecs and belly with a slender finger, coming to a stop at your belt buckle. As she begins to undo it, you try to raise your head, but she gently pushes you back, "Shush... relax, honey. Mommy just wants to make you feel good..."

With slow and tenderly strokes, she begins to jerk you off, matching your adoring gaze with a kind one.

It doesn't take her much effort to make you climax, and when she retrieves her hand covered in jizz, she seductively sucks each finger clean.

"There... feeling better now, I hope?" She asks with a smile, gulping down your cum.

"Mhm..." you nod,

She fishes out a napkin embroidered with a floral pattern from a side pocket of her flowy dress, reaching over your spent pecker and cleaning it of any residual discharge, causing you to shudder at her firm touch;

"There... you wouldn't want to walk around with a big stain right there, no?"

"T-thanks..." You manage to say, dumbfounded by the unusual gesture.

"It must be nice, having it so small like that..." She muses out loud,

"... I guess?" you say raising your eyebrow, a little hurt in your pride.

Realizing just now what she said, Joanne frets to apologize, "Oh no, I-I didn't mean it like that honey! Yours it's... completely average for a young boy like you,"

Jee, thanks ma'am...

Completely average is what every guy wants his dick to be called by a beautiful lady.

"Why would you ever want to be, ehrm... like me?" You ask, trying to change the subject. "You seemed pretty comfortable with your body, earlier..."

"You have to understand, mine's been a major nuisance for most of my adult life, Liam... I know males fantasize about having disproportionately huge members, but it's not fun at all, trust me." She looks away, staring at the horizon;

"I had my fair share of intimate companions in college, sure, when my measures were still, uhm... manageable. But then I realized that I would never really stop growing and things became more complicated: I couldn't wear pants anymore, or go for a swim in a crowded place, and the possibility of getting an erection in public is a constant worry for me. As for the intimacy, well, you've seen how my urges get the better of my judgement... I don't want to hurt people." Joanne's eyes begin to water, and she rubs them with her thumb, forcing a smile as she looks down at you.

"I'm terribly sorry... It was rude of me to ask such a personal question and-" she presses her index on your lips;

"Shush, dear boy. You should never apologize for your curiosity. It's a rare trait, and you must cherish it." She tenderly rubs her thumb on your cheek, sniffing a little.

"Ah, look at me... I was supposed to seductively show my gratitude, and instead I'm telling you the story of my life, like a drunken harlot..." she scoffs as a sad smile crosses her lips,

Moved by her melanchonic display of sincerity, you raise from her lap with a single, laser focused intent...

"Please,don't be so hard on yourself..." You gingerly put a hand up on her shoulder, "Be hard on me, instead..." You timidly say, unleashing the best shit eating grin you can muster.

...make her laugh.

Joanne expression shifts from frowing to inquisitive, then understanding, and finally amused, as her genuine laughter casts away any remaining shadows in her eyes.

"Man, that was such a bad pun... careful what you wish for, right?" She gets the last of the joyful laugh out of her system, "Uff, thank you sweetie, I really needed that..."

"Seriously though, maybe it's just me, but dealing with your coc-ahem-condition, as you call it, seems like a reasonable price to pay for your, uhm... your attentions." You shyly admit, voicing the part of your brain that gets louder when tits are involved.

A spark of lust lights Joanne's eyes now, "Well well... Looks like I was right from the start, you are a sneaky little charmer after all... And a kinky one on top of that, if what you told me is true."

She moves towards you, "I can be a very demanding mommy, Liam; I'm sure you know what I mean..."

She lays her hand on your cheek, tracing her thumb on your lips, "Do you want me to be your demanding mommy?" As she pushes past your lips, you accept her thumb in, sucking on it and finalizing the verbal contract she offered.

"Good boy..." Her lascivious expression shifts to a stern one, though you can still see an amused glimmer in her eyes.

"Mommy is tired," she scooches her big, beautiful ass back in the corner of the rocking couch as you move to the other side, hoisting her long, well built legs on top, her huge feet falling on your lap.

"Be a dear now, give Mommy a nice foot rub. And be a gentleman about it, boy; if I notice you spying on my curves or, gods forbid, get an erection, there will be ripercussions..." She commands.

Holy crap...

She wasn't exaggerating, she's a control freak.

And of course that makes her even hotter, because why not...

Her feet, huge as any other part of her body, with elongated toes that curl inward at the tip and soft, creased soles, weight heavily on your lap; dangerously close to your crotch.

"Yes, right away mis-Mommy" you correct yourself at the last second, and a familiar shiver runs up your spine, eerly similar to what you feel whenever Sarah plays too much the brother-sister act.

I barely know her, so why this feels just as wrong?

Aside for the whole mom thing of course...

As you get to work on one of her supersized feet at a time, she stretches, picking up a bricolage magazine from a stack on the nearby ottoman.

Her now paperthin and light colored dress make even more noticeable the big nipples poking behind the fabric than before, so you avoid that trap altogheter by focusing your mind solely (eh) on rubbing both your thumbs on her sole, following the thin blue lines of the veins beneath.

Okay, maybe I can manage to avoid looking at her...

But how the hell am I supposed to not get hard when she shoves these big puppies in my face?

As she browes the contents of the glossy paperback, Joanne makes a point to mostly ignore you, shooting an inquisitive stare at random intervals to keep you on your toes.

Well, her's, actually.

You deperately try to think of all the gross and not sexy things in this world, but it's a futile attempt, because after all you're literally standing at the feet of what you believe is one of the sexiest women alive.

The clock is ticking, so to speak: your prick stubbornly refuses to stand down, and honestly, how could you blame it? It's his job. As it pokes your briefs, it causes a very visible white tent to appear out the still unbuckled and unzipped pants... just in time for her to notice it at first glance.

A corner of her full lips curls into a malicious smirk," What did I just tell you? That's inexcusable!" She scolds you, swatting your hands away and placing her foot on the culprit, pressing it against your stomach.

"You are a perverted boy that gets aroused by his Mommy's feet, and that's unbecoming."

"I'm s-sorry, I couldn't control mysel-" as you speak, she rubs her other foot all over your face, sticking her toes in your mouth, which you proptly suck on.

"Oh, how you revel in your debauched pleasures," She scoff displeased, "If you can't control yourself boy, I'll have to **** you to do it..."

Her big and long toes pinch around your stiff pecker, squeezing it in a deathgrip, and you whimper in surprise when she jacks you off like this, through your briefs.

Watching this goddess effortlessly make you squirm and whimper with just two toes, while being allowed only to worship a small piece of her perfect body, makes you feel powerless in a way you've never experienced before.

And you fucking love it.

As you feel your climax rise once again, Joanne reads the grimace on your face and pinches hard your tip, negating your orgasm an exit route.

"Wait, what are you... Woah, Ach-" you wince as your dick gets denied his ending messy fluorish, as a salve of blissful shivers rising from your pelvis makes you tremble like a leaf.

"See how easy it is for me to control your manhood, boy? If you can't learn to do the same, I'll be **** to do it for you, everytime that happens... and it happens a lot, apparently."

Her stern look of disappointment, the curtness of her words...

So different from the kind woman stroking my hair not too long ago, and somehow even more godsdamn sexy.

The wind violently picks up, and you both look at the now grey sky, noticing the dark clouds looming above, heavy with the promise of rain.

"We should move this inside, honey..." Joanne brokes character for a moment.

"Aha, sure..." You say, still dazed by the notion that being denied to fully climax turned out feeling better than actually cumming altogether.

You both retreat back into the kitchen, where she frets to shut the open window.

"I- I need to use the bathroom for a minute, sweetie. I'll be right back..." She says, and as you nod, your eye catches a familiar fold in her dress, bobbing left and right as she walks away.

Now alone in the room, you sit and think about how wild this day turned out to be.

Look at that, she already cleaned the big puddle of cum she left before...

As you're lost in your thoughts, you hear a muffled moan coming from the bathroom, almost covered by the sound of the rain tapping on the windows.

Is she seriously...

Curiosity takes the better of you, so you creep closer, eavesdropping a few feet from the door;

The unmistakable squishy smacks of a good powerwank seep from under the door, followed by her whispered whines and troubled breaths.

This whole thing turns you on in an unexpected way, since all the special girls in your life never shied away from you, when their needs came knocking.

Soon, you find yourself raptured, trying to match the alluring sounds with your mental image of Joanne furiously thwacking her meat two handed, sitting in the toilet.

Much to your surprise, you catch your hand absentmindely rubbing your still chubby pecker, and shake your head.

Shit, maybe I am more of a pervert than I thought...

A troubled moan yanks your attention back to what's happening behind the door, followed by a volley of wet splats against a hard surface.

"Uff... that boy will be the end of me..." You can hear her murmuring.

As you begin to silently make your escape, your elbow hits the corner of a small cupboard, making all the paraphernalia on it rattle loudly.

Joanne hastily opens the door, catching you red handed. She takes in your embarassed flustered face, and the swollen bulge in your groin;

Resting a hand on her wide hips, she smiles amusedly, a hint of red coloring her cheeks too, "Were you spying on me, you naughty rascal?" She playfully scolds you.

"I... I was. I'm sorry." You sheepishly confess, seeing no plausible way to deny the obvious.

She bursts in a laugh, covering her face with a hand ,"Oh, Liam... don't be. You've been doing nothing but make me feel like the most desirable woman in the world since this morning..."

"Well... you are. I can't stop gawking at you, sometimes it feels like I've never met another woman before today..." You admit without thinking.

Her still visible bulge twitches, and a small squirt of thick semen drops from under her dress, splashing on her feet as she looks down wide eyed, and you do too.

"Well? What are you waiting?" She asks, regaining her composure and gazing at you with an amused stare, "This is your fault after all, are you not gonna clean up after yourself?" She giggles, wriggling her toes.

You dutyfully kneel down, proceeding to lap the bittersweet discharge from her exposed skin, and since she wears just a pair of weaved straw flip flops there's quite a bit of ground to cover; while this happens, warm beads of spunk keep dropping from above on the back of your head.

"There, all clean... Mommy." You say, as you steal a glance of her upskirt, where the glistening head of her deflated cock spits a last dribble of cum in your face.

When you rise up, Joanne stifles a laugh, biting her lip, "Looking up your Mommy's dress is a pretty indecent thing to do, honey..." she swipes the drop of jizz from your cheek with her thumb.

"I couldn't help it..." You timidly look away.

She puts her hands under your armpits and effortlessly lifts you up and against the wall, squeezing her body against yours as she comes an inch from your face, "Well look at that, I can't help myself either..." She whispers, pressing her lips on yours in a tender kiss, your tongues dancing the wet swirl as you find yourself hugging her form with both arms and legs, still pinned against the flat surface.

Her hands now free, they caress your head and slide down, gently groping your buttocks.

As you're both swept by the tides of passion, thunderclap hammers the earth, and Joanna jolts, shaken out of her lustful trance.

She puts you down on the ground, where you take a moment to regain your composure, thoughts still swirling around your head like greased marbles in a blender.

"Sounds like there's a storm outside, honey; do you have a car?" Joanne says, panting heavily.

"Nope... I came here by foot. But I'll be fine, don't worry."

You both walk back to the kitchen, where the rain is savagely beating on the windows.

"Are you sure? You'll catch a cold or worse, if you venture out in a weather like this..."

"Well, I don't have another choice. I'd be grateful if you could lend me an umbrella though..."

"Nonsense..." She stares off into space out of the window, thoughtfully,"You could always sleep here, you know..."

"That's...You're too kind, miss Joanne, I can't-"

"Don't be shy now, sweetie. What kind of monster would send you out in a storm like this? We can have a little sleepover, It'll be fun!" She beams a reassuring smile.

The thought of spending the night in the house of your prosperous teacher sends the marbles spinning again.

On one hand, you are galvanised at the idea of spending even more time with her...

On the other, you are honestly afraid of having another close encounter with her gargantuan cock again...