control those hormones in the worse way

My courage still has not completely returned, but I had to say something, "so... how is a boy like me supposed to get his hormones under control?" Ms. Green's hand fall to where her daughter's were just a few minutes ago, " Don't play dumb with me now." The toned leaves me in a state of shock, forcing her to continue. "Fine, Boy, I'll spell it out for you; we can have any form of sex that you want as long as you cum."

My age shows, though, and my voice squeaks out, "really anything" She pushes me back against the chair and straddles my lap. "Yes, anything, now pick before I change my mind and just kick you out." My eyes plot across the dining room, looking for some interesting way I could do this, but all I could see was the table. "Over the table, please." Ms. Green unromantically nods in agreement before bending over herself over the table with her ass facing me. My confidence instantly overflowed when my hands grab the top of her yoga pants, causing her body to shiver visibly. In all her age, wisdom, and maturity, her body still reacted to my touch. As I pull her pants and panties down, it was clear who much her body has exacted to my touch. Her pussy was dripping wet as I ran my finger across it. Without hesitation, I bear my cock and press it against her clit. I had fully intended to tease her at least for a minute, but my cock accidentally slipped straight on it, only stopping it hit her cervix, causing her to let out a moan. "Wow, Ms. Green, are you sure you're doing this so that you don't become a grandmother." Her hand swings back towards striking me on the shoulder. "Yes, that is the only reason I am doing this."

I reach around her slender hips and rub her clit, "but it looks like you are enjoying it."

Mr. Green groans in enjoyment. "I am only doing this so my daughter can have her study partner without risk of sex, but don't get me wrong boy, it does feel so good, and a woman has a right to enjoy it." I shove my cock back into her wet snatch, causing her to groan again. "Then why can't Bridgette enjoy it."

She presses herself against the table to regain balance, "because I'm mature enough to tell you to pull out before it gets too risky."