Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my short... and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep.Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone. The screech of a whistle woke me up with a start. "Time to run, girls! Up, up, let's go!" Sarah shouted. There were grumbling sound of the girls getting up. I started getting dressed also and heard the girls start their run. A few minutes later I exited my tent to see Sarah by the trail with a stopwatch."Good morning," Sarah said back happily, then winced and apologized, "Sorry for waking you, but I've found that nothing gets kids moving like the whistle." "Morning," I groggily greeted. Ray was shocked at first, but then her arms went around Kimber’s slender waist. The kiss was brief, too brief for Kimber’s liking. Mrs. Ray pushed her back and stood up to put distance between them. “No. We cannot do that. You need to leave,” her voice was shaking and her blue eyes were wide and bright. Kimber stood up and as she walked out the gate, she turned back and said, “Next time I see you, you won’t tell me no.” The door to the classroom was unlocked and Kimber walked to her seat,. Michele was dumbfounded and a little scared. She looked in the hallstand mirror and thought that in the light of day she looked ridiculous. Her wig was askew and her heavy makeup was smeared over her face, a combination of lovemaking and sleep had seen to that. She rubbed her face and felt the beginnings of stubble.Her brassiere looked a little forlorn and saggy, the cups void of the breastforms, which she had removed before getting into bed. Her stockings were laddered and a couple of garters.