The bounds

Tommy sat in the back of the archaeology lecture hall, his eyes glued to the chalkboard. The words "Neolithic Pottery" scrawled across it in a hasty script that was all too familiar to him. The smell of dusty books and old stone filled the air, but his mind was a thousand years away from the ancient artifacts Professor Castellanos was discussing. In fact, he was more interested in the events of very recent history, specifically yesterday, when she lead him to an empty bathroom and thoroughly apologized for her son's bullying.

Her soft, warm breasts had filled his hands yesterday, and now, as she kneeled to pick up a chalk piece she'd dropped, her skirt hiked up slightly, revealing her long, toned legs. Tommy felt his pulse quicken. He could close his eyes and see her nipples, hard and pink, and covered in his saliva. Or he could follow her movements right now, imagining she was giving the lecture naked, her voluptuous figure swaying as she pointed out important historical details with a delicate finger.

"Thomas, are you okay?" Dr. Castellanos's voice snapped him out of his daydream. She had noticed his glazed expression and was now looking at him with a concerned furrow in her brow.

"Yeah," he mumbled, face flushing. "Just, uh, a little agitated from the... game yesterday."

Victoria nodded, and continued the lecture without noticing the smoldering desire in Tommy's eyes. However, somebody else did notice, and Tommy had very soon realized that.

"You fucking creep!" Connor's voice thundered through the empty hallway where he caught Tommy after lunch. His fist connected with Tommy's cheek before he even had a chance to react. "Keep looking at my mom like that, and I'll make sure you regret it!"

Tommy's head snapped back, the impact making his teeth clack together. The taste of copper filled his mouth, and the sting in his cheek brought him back to reality with a jolt. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, clutching his face.

"You heard me," Connor spat, his tall, muscular frame looming over Tommy. "Stay the fuck away from her."

Trembling with a mix of anger and fear, Tommy looked up at Connor, his mind racing. He had to play this carefully; he didn't want to end up in the hospital. "Look, man, I do not know who told you what, but I am not suicidal!" Tommy hoped this little outburst will convince Connor that he made him scared... Well, that part was definitely true, and Tommy was grateful he went to the toilet before this meeting with Connor.

"That is right!" Connor left him on the floor and strode away, his boots echoing in the empty hallway. Tommy took a moment to collect himself, he was scared, but enough to pass on the opportunity feel Dr. Castellanos breasts again? No, just as Connor's steps faded away, he knew what he had to do.

Gingerly touching his bruised cheek, he thought back to the encounter with Dr. Castellanos in the bathroom. The way she had offered herself to him, so **** to keep him quiet, or rather to make him forgive her son? Anyway, his legs moved in the direction of her office without waiting for his brain to fully make the decision. Tommy took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Her office was a cluttered sanctuary of knowledge, books piled high on every surface, with the faint scent of old parchment and earthy artifacts. When she looked up from her paperwork, the surprise in her eyes was unmistakable. "Thomas, what are you doing here?"

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear that was bubbling up in his throat. "Connor... he hit me." Tommy held up his hand to his cheek, the evidence speaking for itself.

Victoria's face went pale, and she stood up so quickly her chair scraped against the floor. "What? Why?"

"Because I was looking at you in class," he admitted, trying to keep his voice steady. "He told me to never talk to you." He didn't need to elaborate more, as the shock on her face was clear.

Dr. Castellanos was visibly torn between anger and concern. "Oh, Tommy, I'm so sorry," she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide. "I'm so sorry for my son! I can't believe he would do it after yesterday! I told him to stay away from you!"

Tommy took a step closer, his eyes never leaving her face, and the excellent view on her chest didn't hurt either. "Well, Dr. Castellanos, I am very hurt because of it..." Tommy was not sure if she would just offer him her body as an apology, or maybe yesterday was just a one-time thing, or maybe it was a hallucination? However, what happened next was beyond his wildest dreams.

"What can I do to make it right?" she asked, her voice trembling. Her fingers began to unbutton her blouse, and Tommy's eyes widened as she exposed her bra in front of him yet again. "You were fine after playing with my tits yesterday," she said while taking off her shirt, her eyes pleading with him to accept her apology. "Maybe if we... continue from where we left off, you'll forgive him?"

Tommy couldn't believe his luck. He nodded eagerly, his throat dry as he took in the sight of her creamy skin and the large, round mounds that had haunted his dreams all night. Dr. Castellanos gestured to the chair behind her desk, and he stumbled over to it, his legs feeling like jelly. He sat down, his eyes never leaving her figure. She quickly got rid of her bra and now her breasts hung freely, the nipples erect and begging for attention.

"Let me," she whispered, walking over to him. Her hand rested on his shoulder, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. She gently pushed him back into the chair, and he felt his erection strain against his pants. "You just sit back and relax," she said, her voice low and sultry. She perched herself on his lap, her legs straddling his, and he could feel the heat from her core through his clothes. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, tell me, Tommy," she murmured, "do you want to play with my tits again?"

Her hands were on her breasts now, cupping them, offering them to him like precious artifacts. Tommy's eyes were glued to the sight, and he nodded, unable to form words. She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. "I thought so," she said, and leaned back, arching her back slightly. Her breasts jutted out, the perfect handful. He reached up, his hands shaking slightly, and touched her. She moaned softly, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine.

Her skin was like silk under his fingers, and he couldn't believe he was touching her breasts again. He palmed her, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were hard, and he couldn't resist the urge to pinch one lightly. She gasped, her eyes closing briefly. "Does that feel good, Dr. Castellanos?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Call me Victoria," she breathed, her eyes snapping open to meet his. They were filled with a mix of desire and shame, yet again. Was she worried about her son's behavior so much? Or was there something else? Tommy didn't have time to ponder on it as her thighs began to squeeze his, moving up and down, causing a friction that was driving him crazy.

He nodded, "Okay, Victoria... Do you want me to lick suck on your nipples? Again?" He was already leaning forward, his mouth watering at the thought.

Victoria nodded, "If it makes you feel better, yes," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. Tommy didn't need any more invitation. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He could feel her body tense, and her thighs squeezed his even more as he suckled.

Her breasts were heavenly, and he was lost in the sensation of her skin against his mouth. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moaned louder. Tommy felt a surge of power knowing that he can do it to Connor's mom... That feeling was soo goood.

"Are you food now?" Tommy almost missed her question, "What?" he asked, his eyes still glued to her breasts.

"Are you satisfied now?" Victoria's voice was barely a whisper, her breathing heavy as she looked down at him. "Is this enough to forgive Connor?"

Tommy realized she was waiting for an answer, and he had to play this carefully. He didn't want to push his luck, but he also knew this was his chance to get more than just a taste. "Well, Victoria, it's definitely a start," he said, his voice dripping with insinuation. "But, I'm not sure if just playing with your tits is enough to make me forget what he did."

Her expression shifted to exasperation for a moment, then resolved back to determination. Tommy felt his heart race as he watched her beautiful breasts rise and fall with her erratic breathing. "What do you want, Tommy?" she asked, her voice a mix of desperation and resignation.

Tommy paused, considering his options. He had her right where he wanted her, but he knew pushing too far could lead to disaster. "Well, Victoria," he started, trying to sound more confident than he felt, "I was thinking maybe there's something else you could do to, you know, really make up for it."

Her eyes searched his, a silent question hanging in the air. He leaned in closer, his hand tracing a line from her collarbone to the top of her breast. "A blowjob," he whispered, the words feeling both foreign and natural on his tongue. "If you give me one, I'll think about letting it slide."

Her pupils dilated, and she swallowed hard. Tommy could see the internal struggle playing out on her face, the war between her desire to protect her son and her need to give him what he wanted. He watched as the latter won, and she nodded slowly. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I hope that would be enough."

Tommy nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he was about to get a blowjob from his crush, and his professor no less. She climbed off his lap, her breasts bouncing slightly as she stood up. She made it to the door, making sure it was closed, before she turned back to him. She walked over to the chair and kneeled down before crawling the last step, her eyes never leaving his.

"Take it out," she instructed, her voice shaky but firm. Tommy fumbled with his zipper, his hands trembling with excitement. He pulled out his erection, feeling the cool air of the office hit his sensitive skin. Victoria reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over his cock for a brief moment before she wrapped her soft fingers around it. She gave it a gentle squeeze, making him gasp.

"Is this what you want, Tommy?" she asked, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. Tommy nodded, his voice stuck in his throat. "I'll do it," she whispered, and before he could say another word, she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming. Her warm, wet mouth was heavenly, and he could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft as she began to suck. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, savoring every second. The sound of her slurps and gasps filled the room, and he could feel his orgasm building. He opened his eyes to watch her, her full, pink lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed out as she took him deeper.

Her eyes met his, and the intensity in them made him want to come right there. But he held on, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently guided her rhythm. He could feel her breathing pick up, and her hand began to move faster, stroking him in time with her mouth. "Oh, Victoria," he moaned, unable to hold back.

Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she pulled back slightly. "You like it?" she asked, her voice muffled around his cock. Tommy nodded, his voice strained. "Keep going," he managed to say, his eyes drifting shut again.

Victoria complied, taking him back into her mouth. Her movements grew more confident, more practiced, and he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was. Tommy felt the pressure building, his toes curling in his shoes. "I'm going to cum," he warned her, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was to suck harder, her hand moving faster. Tommy couldn't hold on anymore, and with a guttural groan, he released into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. When he was finished, she pulled back, her lips glistening with his cum. She licked her lips, and the sight was almost too much for him.

"Are we good now?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse from the exertion. Tommy nodded, still in shock. "Good," she said, standing up. She quickly picked up her shirt and the blouse, and started to put them back on. Her breasts, now slightly red from his attention, disappeared from view, and he felt a pang of regret.

"Wait," he managed to say, his voice still shaky. "I want to fuck you! That's the only way to make it up to me!" Tommy's mind was racing, he hadn't expected to get this far, but now that he had a taste of power, he didn't want to let go.

Victoria's hands stilled on her shirt buttons, and she looked at him before smirking and continuing to dress herself. "Oh, Tommy," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and disappointment. "I'm sorry, but that's just not going to happen."

Tommy felt a flicker of anger, but it was quickly doused by the reality of the situation. "But, Victoria," he protested, his voice sounding weak even to his own ears. "You said you'd do anything to make it right."

"And I did," she replied, her eyes meeting his in the mirror as she straightened her shirt. "That was more than enough to make up for Connor's behavior. But I'm not going to have sex with you. That's a bit too much." She sat on her desk and looked at him showing that their little secret encounter is over.

Standing outside the office, Tommy was thinking about how much beating he would have to take from Connor to actually fuck his mom, and not get into comma at the same time. "All things require a balance, I guess."