The ringing phone greeted her after work on Thursday. It was her mother. ‘So what to you think, dear. Do you like him?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ She exclaim...d with a sigh. ‘When are you going out with him again?’ ‘He hasn’t asked me, yet. Mom, I really like him, but my divorce was so hard on the girls. I’m not sure they’re ready for their mother to date.’ ‘Don’t be a worrywart!’ Mrs. Redding chastised. ‘The girls and I had a long talk last night. They know all about Roger and can’t wait to meet him.’ He. I squeezed her ass cheek hard which made her jerk towards me. She smiled and signalled me to stand up.I let her take the command as she was much more experienced than me. She too stood up and took her skirt off. She was wearing a purple panty. We both stood there in our undies. Then she slowly came forward and started kissing my chest.She went on to suck my nipples while massaging my cock. This sent a current through my body as I had never felt this sensation before. She bit my nipples a. It was final: I wanted to fuck my teacher. But I knew I couldn’t do it and it made me want him more.The routine continued that way for quite some time. I would sit through every class writhing in my seat, wanting more from my teacher than I could ever get. Then I would go home and masturbate until I imagined him cumming inside me. It was a never-ending cycle. The bad part about it was that I could’ve sworn that he would smile at me whenever I couldn’t sit still in my desk for more that 5. ”“Sunny, you take good care of my son, you’ll be MY daughter. Ask Carl’s sister. We love our kids...”“Carl’s sister!” I spat. “We need to call ‘er too...”“He hasn’t told HER?”“No, ma’am.” My mind worked. “D’you have her number?”“Sure I do. I’ll text it to you.”“Thank you.”“Her name’s Carla...”“I know. He DID tell me that. Don’t know why he hadn’t called ‘er.”“Sometimes he’s clueless,” she said.I giggled. “Sometimes, but sometimes he’s so utterly charming, too. And smart. And kind.”“And loves a.