Tutoring

School goes by pretty slow because I can hardly wait to go over to Mrs. Davis' house to tutor her daughter. Maybe I'll get lucky and Mrs. Davis will be there. Finally the bell rings and I go straight over to start my tutoring session.

"Hey Chris." Mrs. Davis's daughter greets me at the door. She is a couple years younger than me but still pretty cute. She looks a lot like her mom but obviously isn't as developed.

I bet she grows up to be just as hot as her Mom. I think as I check her out.

"Hey, you ready for some math?" I joke.

"Ha, ha, ya come on in." she laughs. I follow her into the kitchen and we set up at the table.

"Chris you're here!" exclaims Mrs. Davis as she walks into the kitchen. "Thanks so much for coming. I really appreciate it."

Damn she's hot. She is wearing skin tight jeans that hug her ass and a light button up jacket that hide her massive breasts. Her hair is tied back in a short ponytail and her feet are bare so you can see her yellow painted toenails.

"It's really no problem. I'm happy to do it." I tell her.

"Gosh, you're so sweet Chris. Are you hungry?" She asks, "I'll make you a sandwich.". She gets some things out of the fridge and then bends over to grab the cutting board. I glance back and get a nice view of the black thong she has on.

Oh my goodness! When she bends over like that you can totally see her sexy thong! How am I supposed to think about Algebra with a giant stiffy? I think.

"Thank you very much Mrs. Davis." I say gratefully.

"It's the least I can do." she says as she sits the plate in front of me.

"OK, that's enough Mom. Let us study." her daughter says annoyed.

"If you need anything Chris you just let me know." she says with a smile on her face.

Anything? How bout you bend over again and let me spank that sexy ass of yours? I think.

"I will, thanks again, Mrs. Davis." I reply. She goes upstairs and her daughter and I get to studying. I help her with her graphs, quadratic equations and other things for about an hour. Then her phone vibrates and she pulls it out to read a text.

"My friends are outside so I have to go but thanks so much for helping me Chris." she says. She gives me a quick hug and then runs outside.

"Is she gone already?" Mrs. Davis asks as she walks into the kitchen.

"Yep, her social life was calling." I joke. "Ouch..." I grunt as I sling my backpack over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Davis asks concerned.

"It's nothing. Its just my shoulders hurt a little from this heavy backpack I have to carry around all day." I answer.

"Oh well we can't have that. Put that silly thing down and come sit down here a minute." she instructs me while motioning to the couch.

"..Uh...sure.." I mumble. I drop my backpack and sit down. She walks up behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Where are you sore?" she asks.

"Pretty much everywhere." I answer honestly. She starts gently messaging my shoulders. Her big boobs are brushing against the back of my head.

Oh my God! She's giving me a freakin' massage! This is amazing! I think relaxing.

"Does this feel good?" she asks as she moves down and starts rubbing my chest, her massive tits are smooshing up against my back as she leans forward.

This is so amazing...oh crap! My erection is totally noticeable, she must be able to see it. You'd have to be blind not to! I think as she massages me.

"..oh..yes...it feels great..." I manage to get out.

"Good. So are you excited for school to be over?" she asks while she continues to rub me down.

"Ya. But this is pretty much my last summer break which is kind of sad." I say trying my hardest not to squirm in delight under her touch.

"Well then you better make it count." she says, and she emphasizes it with an extra firm rub.

"Honey I'm home." says Mr. Davis from the front door. Mrs. Davis quickly takes her hands off me and I stand up.

"Hey Chris, what are you doing here?" he asks while flipping through the mail not really interested in much else.

"He was just helping Sherry with her math." Mrs. Davis answers.

"What's for dinner?" Mr. Davis asks as he flops on the couch and turns on the television.

"Speaking of dinner, I better get home." I say.

"Ok, thanks so much for your help Chris." Mrs. Davis says with a grin on her face. I walk out the front door and run to my house. When I get there I lock myself in my bedroom and beat my meat with images of Mrs. Davis in my head, before getting ready for school the next day.