She's not done.

Jake sat, silently waiting as his mother, still believing she was a sex-ed professor stared at him. She was likely deciding what to do; she seemed unsure of whether she was done with him. Was she plotting to 'exploit' him? Was she considering giving him more intense 'encouragement'? He couldn't tell what was going through her head, but she could read his thoughts like a book from his nervous body language. She could tell he wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it.

"Okay, off with your pants, Jake. I think we may just do best by going straight to private tutoring. Perhaps that would suit you better?"

Jake was stunned at how... forward, his mother was in this persona. But he wasn't going to complain. His pants flew off as if they were on fire, and he stood at attention... whichever way you're interpreting that phrase, you're right.

"Lie down on my desk, Jake." his mother said, gesturing to the kitchen counter, which she, no doubt, did really believe was her large desk.

Jake made a bee-line for the counter, where he laid on his back, cock saluting. He was worried that his neighbors might see through the nearby window, however, and reached over to close the blinds. I don't think we want to find out how Jake's fun would be cut short, should someone take notice and get the police involved... Pretty safe to assume **** is illegal in most places... and if they don't get busted for that, then it'd likely be indecent exposure.

"Jake, don't worry about the projector screen. Lie still until I'm able to properly mount you." the professor breathed out, believing him to just be fidgety. That made his job a little easier. He held in his excitement as his mother slowly climbed up over him, hovering above his cock. Her eyes now showed unabashed lust, and she seemed to have no cares left except to fill her dripping pussy. Her underwear had disappeared, or maybe never even existed in the first place, rather quickly. Her skirt was hiked up, and from her cunt, dripped whatever was left of her intelligent thought. Left now, was only raw desire.

In one swift motion, she, assuming herself well-enough lubricated, lined her opening up with Jake's dick, and slammed it in. Jake was met with a surge of pleasure unlike any he'd felt before. The slick pussy he originated from was now rhythmically massaging his dick, introducing him to sensations he didn't know were possible. He'd had sex before, but this was something else.

"Oh, sorry sweetie, I forgot to ask if you were ready! Oops!" the professor moaned, grunts of her rhythm audible in-between words. All sense of professionalism absent, she placed Jake's hands on her tits through her shirt and kept rocking. Every time her cunt clenched his dick, Jake thought he may cum again. He was no chump, but the overwhelming pleasure was becoming too much to handle. To distract himself, he began wandering with his hands; allowing them to roam and explore his mother's body in ways he hadn't before. Ways that were now encouraged, thanks to this magical cloth that had his own mother believing she was a sexual educator giving him private lessons. The amount of porn flicks that share the same plot is innumerable. But Jake was living it for real, in a sense.

At this point, however, Jake couldn't hold it anymore, and he grunted out something that wasn't even remotely intelligible. The professor, however, had enough experience to know what he was trying to say.
She screamed, "Go ahead, give me one last good shove and blow your load in me!"

That was all Jake needed, and just what he did. His dick buried itself in her deeper than before, and with his final plunge, he exploded inside his teacher.

Sweaty, exhausted, and still in disbelief, Jake flopped back, almost passing out. His mother, sticky and sweaty herself (but still somehow smelling wonderful) threw her hair back, leaned against her arm, which she placed behind her, and said with excitement "Whew! That was great! I haven't done that with a student since I was a T.A.! But I still show some T&A of my own from time to time!" she said with a wink and a chuckle.
Jake couldn't believe that her stamina was above that of his own, but she dismounted him, and began cleaning the area as he dragged himself off the counter, grabbing a towel to clean himself as he did so. Once finished with that, he put his pants back on just as the professor finished straightening and smoothing her own outfit.

"Well Jake, I can't say I'm sure you're ready to pass this class yet, but... luckily, we still have a month or so until the semester ends. So how about we make your 'expedited education' a repeat experience, moving forward? If you can keep up, that is."

Jake gave his affirmation in the form of a stuttered "Y-y-yes ma'am! Sounds great! Um... what's the reading assignment from today again? I didn't get a chance to write it down..."

Giggling, she chided while glancing at her phone, "Chapters 6 and 9, Jake. Make sure your book doesn't get sticky! You'll want to sell it after the semester ends, I imagine. Wouldn't want the next owner to have to deal with that, would we? Now hurry out of here, please, I have my next class in... oh god, THREE MINUTES!"

On hearing her panic, Jake pretended to hurriedly pack his bag.