Family Therapist - Chapters 1 and 2 (Fm, some Inc)
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Chapter 1

"Hello, Johnny? Are you there?" Mrs. Scott barked at him again.
"Earth to Johnny!" she said sternly, jarring him from his day
dream. It was always the same - some kids were unruly, some did
there work and focused, but Johnny always seemed to be lost, his
eyes glazed over as if he was looking through her - not paying
attention.

"Johnny, I need you to stay after class for a moment," she said
as the kids all jumped up at the bell, heading for their lockers.
He rolled his eyes, but said nothing. After the class was empty
except for she and the boy, Mary gently nudged the door shut.
She was not the most pleasant of his teachers, her strict
classroom rules led to her nickname: Mrs. Grumpy the kids called
her. It had hurt her a little when she found out, but as long as
the kids behaved, she would just have to live with it.

"This will only take a moment," she said as she walked over and
stood in front of him. He was a growing boy, and horny as any
young boy his age. More so, maybe. And whether he liked her or
not, he was at the age where he was always looking at all
females... sexually. She was old enough to be his mother, but he
didn't care.

Mrs. Scott was not the most attractive lady. Her face was plain -
not ugly, but not pretty either. She had a full figure - not fat,
but not skinny either. And she almost always wore the same thing:
a fairly snug fitting light sweater of some sort, v-necked; a
full skirt - knee length or calf-length. Flat shoes. Her breasts
were full and heavy - not huge, but they filled out her sweater.
And he loved the way her breasts looked heavy in her bra, the way
they swayed as she moved around the class. Johnny spent a lot of
time studying her breasts during class. A lot of time. He was
young, teenage, and horny - and she was one of the few females
her could spend a lot of time just staring at. He didnt care that
she was old enough to be his mother.

And she knew it. And it made her feel uncomfortable, his eyes on
her - she had been a teacher for a long time, and had dealt with
boys his age for many years. She usually just laughed it off. But
Johnny was more focused on her than most...

"Johnny, I have been asked to remind you that your mother will be
picking you up right after school today for your appointment,
remember?" she said firmy. Damn. He had forgotten. And he was
planning to meet up with Eddie after school to go ride their
bikes on the trails near his house. "Yeah," was all he said. "Ok,
don't forget!" she smiled sternly as she opened the door to let
him go.

She had arranged with his mother for Johnny to see a psychologist
that she had worked with occasionally over the years - when there
was a student who needed it. It was to help Johnny learn to focus
on school - and Johnny certainly needed the help...

Chapter 2

Johnny and his mother Linda were seated in the waiting area of
her office when Mrs. Jones came out from the office area to meet
them. "Hi, I'm Martha Jones" she smiled as Linda rose to meet
her, shaking her hand. "Hi - I hope we're on time. Johnny was a
little late finding his way out of school today," she smiled,
shaking her head at Johnny. "Perfect timing," Martha said, "my
last appointment ran a little over anyway. Hi Johnny," she said
directing her attention to the teen for a moment.

"It's nice to meet you. No worries here, ok?" she said. "I
promise this will not be 'yell at Johnny' time while you are
here, ok?" she laughed lightly as he shrugged and slowly stood
up. "You can pick him up in about 90 minutes, ok?" she said to
Linda as she motioned for Johnny to follow her back to the office
area at the rear of the small, renovated old house that had been
turned into office space.

Johnny's eyes of course immediately locked onto Mrs. Jones' ass.
She was his mom's age as well, but she kept herself in reasonably
good shape. Again, she was not skinny, but she knew she looked
pretty good for her age. Johnny watched her ass in her her
form-fitting slacks as it rocked slowly while she walked ahead of
him, leading him into her studio office, motioning for him to sit
on the small love-seat style sofa as she sat in her desk chair
facing him opposite the couch.

"So, Johnny," she started, noticing his eyes on her breasts and
blouse. Good sign - she smiled inwardly. "You are here because
several of your teachers - Mrs. Scott included - have indicated
that you are having trouble focusing in class, right?" she said
sweetly. Johnny knew he was here because of his school work. And
was dreading it. He nodded.

"We are going to work on a few techniques to help you focus, ok?"
she started. "Don't worry," she said quickly when she saw his
shoulders droop, "we are not going to be doing any school work,
ok?" she continued sweetly, trying to put him at ease. "I want
you to feel comfortable here. I am not your enemy, ok? You won't
get any homework from me, ok?" she paused, waiting for him to
nod. "I have had pretty good success helping boys your age learn
to focus - and I know that each of those boys has been very happy
when they finished working with me..." she trailed off, smiling.

"Do you have any ideas why you might be having trouble focusing?"
she started in, trying to break the ice and start the discussion.
Johnny shrugged. Typical, she smiled to herself. "It's ok,
Johnny," she said after a moment, giving him a chance to respond
- but continuing when he didn't. "Mrs. Scott has talked to me at
some length regarding your struggles. She cares alot, did you
know that?" she asked gently. Mrs. Scott cared? Huh, Johnny
thought. Right! But he just shrugged again. "Well, she cares
enough to have come here today to work with you, did you know
that?" she asked. She's here? Johnny tensed up immediately. UGH,
he thought. "Mary? You can come in now," she said as a door
opposite the one they had entered through opened, and his teacher
stepped into the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

She was still wearing the same sweater and skirt she had been
wearing in school, clearly having come straight here when school
got out in order to be here when he arrived. Johnny was confused,
nervous, and sitting up straight now, Martha noticed. Good. "It's
ok, Johnny, really!" she said nicely. "Mrs. Scott is here because
she wants to help - and we will NOT be giving quizzes in here,
ok?" she laughed. Johnny noticed that Mrs. Scott had not said
anything - she looked a little nervous also. The whole thing was
a little sudden and a little strange. He nodded at Mrs. Jones. It
was all he could do. God, he couldn't wait to go home and hang
out with Eddie.

"Good," she started after a moment. "Johnny, these appointments
are expensive for your mom, so we are going to get started right
away, ok?" she continued on forcefully but nicely. Mrs. Scott was
still standing there. Weird. "I am sure once you are comfortable,
I promise you'll look forward to our sessions. Mrs. Scott will
not be here for all of them, but she has graciously agreed to be
here today," the two ladies smiled at each other. "Let's start,
ok?" she said softly. Johnny really was lost now. he had no idea
what was going on. "Mary?" she said, motioning for his teacher to
step forward. Mrs. Scott seemed to be shaking a little, but she
turned and moved to stand next to his therapist, facing him. He
looked up, but she was looking down nervously. This was really
making HIM nervous now.

"Johnny," Martha said suddenly, "your teacher has something to
say to you, ok?" Johnny looked from her up to his teacher. What
the? "Johnny," Mrs. Scott began, her voice quaking a little.
"I..." she hesitated, turning to the therapist. "It's ok," Martha
said softly up to her, "Go ahead. Johnny, what we discuss in here
is between us only, ok?" she said, looking Johnny in the eye. "Go
ahead, Mary. It's ok..." she said gently.

He looked back up at his teacher. "Johnny - I... I want you to
look at my breasts," she said so softly he almost didn't hear
her. Johnny was floored. What the heck? "I see you looking at me
in class, and in order for you to get past this obsession, I..."
she trailed off. "Johnny," Martha jumped in, "your teacher has
firm, full breasts for a lady her age, doesn't she?" she said
nicely, smiling. Johnny was at a total loss - he did not know
what to do except squirm in his seat. Holy shit! Was this
happening? Martha saw his hesitation. "It's ok, Johnny," she
continued, "look at them." Johnny looked up at her, then slowly
turned his head to look up at his teacher as she stood next to
her.

"That's right," his therapist trailed off as Johnny slowly let
his eyes meet his teacher's, then lowered them to look at her
breasts. "That's right," Martha said again. "Mrs. Scott has nice
breasts, doesn't she? It's ok, you can say it," she said. "Yeah,"
Johnny managed to say so softly it was almost a whisper, his eyes
now locked on his teacher's tits encased in her sweater.

"See how they bulge a little out to the sides, forming nice,
full, rounded breasts under her sweater?" she continued on in an
admiring tone - leading him in. "You look at them in class alot,
don't you?" Martha continued. "Johnny?" she asked when he
hesitated. "You do, don't you? You can say it. Remember, what
happens in here is private - the law prevents us from discussing
it with anyone. Go ahead, Johnny. Tell your teacher," she said
firmly but softly. "You like your teacher's breasts, don't you?"
she said again, "Tell her."

Johnny hesitated for a long few moments. He was truly confused
about how this had all happened, but he was also now totally
aroused. It didn't take much at his age. After a few more
moments, he managed to tear his eyes from his teacher's breasts
and look up at her. "You look at your teacher's breasts alot in
class, don't you?" Martha said softly. "Yeah," Johnny said, his
eyes locked his teacher's eyes. She looked down. "Good. Good."
Martha said softly. "You like looking at Mrs. Scott's breasts,
and she wants you to look." she went on. "Progress already!" she
giggled lightly.

Neither Johnny nor Mrs. Scott moved. "Mary," Martha continued, as
she rose, moving to slide her desk chair over in front of Johnny,
"please sit here," she motioned his teacher to sit facing him. "I
would like Johnny to really focus on your breasts," she said
gently as she herself sat next to Johnny in the love-seat.

Here he was - with two mature ladies. One his teacher. One his
therapist. Both old enough to be his mother. Sitting very close
to him now. And his teacher wanted him to look at her breasts.
Had asked him to! Whoa! he thought again. Holy crap! Mrs. Scott
sat, and leaned forward - her breasts bulging now under her
sweater now from the way she was sitting.

"Lean forward Johnny," Martha whispered to him. "See how full
they are? How they rise and fall slowly as she breathes? Can you
tell that your teacher is nervous?" she said softly, smiling,
looking from Mrs. Scott back to the boy. Johnny nodded, his eyes
looking directly at his teacher's breasts. He could tell she was
trembling a little, as he was. He had masturbated many times
about her breasts, and now here he was.

"Before we go any further," she said softly, resting her hand on
Johnny's shoulder, gently guiding him to lean in even closer, his
face not more than 6 inches from his teacher's breasts now,
"Johnny, as we said before - what happens in here is private and
is not to leave this room, ever, ok?" she said firmly, gently
squeezing his shoulder as he nodded ok.

"Mrs. Scott is married, right?" she whispered, her hand sliding
smoothly to stroke the back of his head gently as he sat next to
him, his eyes locked on his teacher's tits. "She is nervous
because her husband must never find out, ok?" she said gently.
"And I know you won't say anything... we are here to help you,
right?" she queried softly. He nodded. "I need to hear you
promise us," she said firmly. He didn't hesitate now. "I
promise!" he said quietly.

"Good." she said softly. "Good," she trailed off as she continued
to gently stroke the back of his head. She leaned in close and
whispered in his ear, "Mrs. Scott has something else she'd like
to tell you," she said just for him. "Mary, is there something
else you want to tell Johnny?" she said sweetly, nodding at Mrs.
Scott. "It's ok. Go ahead." she encouraged her. "You want to, I
know..." she trailed off.

Johnny looked up, meeting his teacher's eyes again. They both
looked away. Both nervous. "It's ok..." Martha said again gently,
"go ahead." The teen and his teacher locked eyes again. "Johnny,"
she started, "I know you look at me in class, and... well..." she
paused. "It's ok, Mary, go ahead," Mrs. Jones urged softly as the
mature teacher hesitated. "Johnny," his teacher started again,
"I... I want you to..." she paused yet again, looking at the
therapist, who nodded encouragingly, smiling, leaning her head
toward Johnny, coaxing her on with her eyes.

Mrs. Scott gulped, and continued "Johnny, when I go home... I
think about you Johnny... I..." she paused once more, then
steeled herself. "Johnny," his teacher whispered, reaching up to
touch gently under his chin - touching him for the first time -
lifting his eyes back up from her breasts to look in her eyes.
"Johnny, I want you to feel my breasts," she managed, looking him
in the eye. "Johnny, I..." she trailed off, not able to say it.
Johnny was floored again. And rock hard. Both ladies had noticed
the bulge in his pants now. "Good," Martha jumped in softly.
"That's good. Mary, we'll get there slowly," she said.

"Johnny," she turned to the teen, "have you ever felt a woman's
breasts before?" she said sweetly as he sat there in shock at the
words, at the situation, at his teacher. No, he nodded - making
her smile gently. Virgin hands. It meant virgin everything...
mmmm. Still stroking the back of his head gently, she reach with
her other hand and gently took his right wrist in her hand. "Mrs.
Scott wants you to feel her breasts, Johnny," she said softly as
she guided his hand up, and... ever so slowly, placed his palm on
his teacher's left breast. She softly placed her hand over the
back of his, and slowly began to urge him to squeeze gently.
"Feel how soft they are?" she whispered, feeling him tremble, as
she guided his hand around her breast, cupping, kneading, tracing
the curves and the bulge, letting him feel the warmth as he felt
his teacher's breast for the first time.

"How does it feel, Mary?" she asked Mrs. Scott as she motioned
for him to place his other hand on her breasts as well. "Look,"
she urged the mature teacher, "he has his teen hands on your
breasts!" she said gently. "You are letting this boy feel you up,
Mrs. Scott," she continued softly, herself mesmerized by the site
of his young hands gently exploring her mature breasts.
Squeezing. Kneading. Cupping. "You're husband is at home, isn't
he?" she whispered to the teacher. Mrs. Scott nodded, her cheeks
blushing. "And your son, is he there too?" she urged. "He's home
from college, right?" she asked, pressing the married teacher.
Mrs. Scott nodded, embarassed, but not able to take her eyes off
the teens hands on her breasts.

"Mrs. Scott," Martha continued, seeing Mary's eyes close gently
for a moment as she enjoyed the erotic feel of her teen student's
hands on her breasts, "you are cheating on your husband with this
boy, aren't you?" she whispered. "He is young enough to be your
son, and your son is at home right now... if they ever found
out..." she trailed off, seeing Mary's eyes close tightly, her
head dropping a little as she took in the enormity of what was
happening. She leaned in close to Johnny, and reached up again
slowly with her hand, placing it over his right hand and slowly
guiding his hand downward. "Mrs. Scott, your student... this
boy..." she said softly as she guided his hand to the bottom of
her sweater, "Mary, Johnny is going to feel you up under your
sweater now," she whispered to both of them as she held herr hand
on the back of his, guiding it up under the hem of her sweater.

He felt the warmth of her skin on his palm, her belly a little
flabby but not too bad. Martha pulled her hand out, leaving him
there, one hand still on her breast, the other resting on her
belly, just under her sweater. She had worn a light camisole; his
hand was underneath. He hesitated. He looked up into his
teacher's eyes again. She didn't say anything. "Mrs. Scott, tell
him what you want him to do," she guided them.

"Johnny," Mary began, "I want you to feel my bra," she trembled.
"When my husband touches me now, it is you i think about," she
whispered. "Oh Johnny," she sighed, "I have waited for this..."
she trailed off. "Johnny," Martha urged, "your married teacher
wants you to feel her bra. Go ahead, Johnny, use both hands...
feel your teacher," she whispered. Johnny didn't hesitate now,
bringing his other hand down, slipping it under her sweater.
"That's right," Martha purred as he slowly began to slide his
hands upwards, his fingers sliding smoothly over her warm skin
until his fingertips gently touched the nylon, firm material of
her matronly brassiere for the first time, his palms slipping up
until his hands were filled with her breasts, feeling their heat
strongly now through her bra as he began to cup and feel and
knead again, her breath quickening under his touch again.

"Can you feel her nipples in your palms, Johnny?" Martha leaned
in again, feeling her own nipples harden at the site of his hands
on his mature married teachers breasts. "Mrs. Scott, tell him..."
she urged. Johnny was in heaven, squeezing and kneading gently,
his teen cock now throbbing in his tan school pants, her sweater
riding up his forearms as his hands continued to explore. He did
feel her nipples, hard under his hands. He had seen plenty of
them in porn on the internet, but that was nothing compared to
this. They felt spongy and hard at the same time as he pressed
his palms on her breasts over her bra, feeling her mature nipples
harden in his hand. "Johnny," the therapist said softly, looking
from the boy to Mrs. Scott and back, "Mrs. Scott has something
else to say. Mary?" she trailed off.

Mary shook her head. She couldn't. She was lost in the moment,
the erotic site and feel of this boy's hands under her sweater,
feeling her breasts. She couldn't. She looked at the therapist.
Martha understood. "Johnny," Martha whispered, leaning close to
his ear. "Your married teacher fantasizes about you when she is
with her husband," she started, waiting for a moment to let the
words sink in. "Johnny," she continued, whispering into his ear,
"your married teacher wants you to suckle on her breasts," she
smiled. "Johnny, she is going to remove her bra, in front of
you..." she paused, feeling her own clit really tingle for the
first time. "Johnny, before your mother returns to pick you up
today," she said, "your teacher is going to remove her sweater,"
she waited, "and her bra," she said slowly, "and you are going to
suck your married teacher's breasts..." she trailed off, seeing
his crotch jump as she said the words, his hands really kneading
and cupping and exploring now.

"We are going to teach you to suckle on a mature woman's
breasts," she continued whispering in his ear. "Mrs. Scott," she
said after a moment, "tell him..." she urged. Mary hesitated, but
she was trembling less now, feeling her juices start to flow at
the taboo, insane, shocking nature of the acts they were
starting. "Johnny," she managed to get out, "I want you to suckle
on my breasts," she said quietly, not able to look into his eyes,
but rather looking down at his crotch. "When my husband touches
me, I think about you... suckling... and licking my breasts,
feeling them," she admitted quietly. There was silence for a
moment as she finshed. Martha started quietly, "Mary, it is
time," she trailed off as Mrs. Scott reached down to grasp them
hem of her sweater. "Johnny," Martha continued as Mary shifted in
her chair, beginning to lift her sweater, the teens hands letting
go and dropping to his lap for a moment as he watched.

"Johnny, look..." Martha started again as they both watched his
teacher's sweater slowly get lifted up, Johnny gasping ever so
lightly as her bra slowly came into view. It was a plain, firm,
white bra - nylon but smooth. Matronly. Mature. Motherly. The
therapist rested her hand on the teen's thigh for the first time
- making him jump a little. She made no motions, just left her
hand resting lightly in the outside of his thigh. Female contact.
Seduction. Mary lifted her sweater over her head, her hair
settling back onto her shoulder and back as she removed the
sweater and set it aside. Her he was, sitting in a therapist's
office, a mature female therapist sitting next to him, and his
mature married teacher sitting across from him with no shirt on,
dressed only in her bra - her firm, large, heavy breasts bulging
slightly. Her nipples obvious and hard underneath. Goosebumps on
her skin.

"You must have seen your own mother in her bra before, right?"
Martha said after a pause, letting him soakin the site.
"Accidently, I mean. It's natural with families, over time. It
happens, right?" she said sweetly. "Your married teacher wants
you to look at hers, now," she continued. "Right Mrs. Scott?" she
played. "See how her breasts fill her bra fully," she said,
watching his eyes roam over his teacher's bra. "When she walks,
her breasts sway under her sweater, don't they?" she asked him
playfully. "Her bra holds them well, but her heavy breasts are
under there, aren't they?" she said. "The strain to get out,
don't they?" she teased, his eyes locked on his mature teacher's
breasts, imagining what they look like...

"Mrs. Scott, remove your bra for this boy," she said suddenly.
"You have wanted to cheat on your husband with him, and now you
are going to!" she said firmly. "Look, you are still wearing your
wedding band," she paused, "and soon your that wedding band will
be resting on the back of this boy's head as he suckles on your
breasts," she went on sternly, watching as the married teacher's
eyes widened, her breath coming quickly. "Your nipples are hard
for this boy, Mrs. Scott," she said gently but forcefully.
"Remove your bra and cheat on your husband with this teen boy,
Mrs. Scott! Now!" she demanded, her own heart racing as Mrs.
Scott slowly reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.

Johnny was mesmerized, watching his teacher unhook her bra, the
cups pushing away slighlty as it came free behind her back. She
paused, and  reached up to the shoulder straps, hesitating, eyes
cast down, trembling. "Johnny," Martha continued, "I lied a
little when I said there wouldn't be any homework," she smiled
softly as she whispered in his ear, both of them mesmerized as
his mature teacher slowly lowered the straps and began to slide
her bra off. Johnny's cock was rock hard in his pants as his
teacher's breasts slowly came into view, blue veins barely
visible under her smooth skin. "Tell him," she demanded, as his
teacher's nipples were finally exposed. The areaola were light
brown, measuring maybe two inches across. Her nipples were rock
hard also, distended, engorged - a quarter inch wide and
protruding at least that much. She dropped the bra on the floor
next to her sweater, then dropped her head, her hands resting on
her lap, to embarassed to look up. "Tell him," Martha demanded
again.

"Johnny," she said softly, her voice shaking. "You are going to
stay after school with me tomorrow," she started, "and I am going
to teach you... to... suckle my breasts in our classroom after
school..." she managed to get out. "I know you think about me
that way during class - doing naughty things to me. I know. But
you cannot tell anyone..." she whispered - serious bow.

Again, he was floored. Martha leaned in close to whisper in his
ear again. "Mrs. Scott, lean forward," she ordered as the mature
teacher complied. "Lift your breasts for your teenage student,"
she demanded. The married woman slowly cupped her own breasts,
and leaned forward further, her nipples now inches from the boy's
face. "Go ahead," she said gently but forcefully as they both
hesitated, "guide your nipple into his mouth," she said, "teach
him to suckle on your breast... start his lessons..." she trailed
off, watching.

Johnny looked up at his teacher's face. She looked down. Their
eyes locked. And slowly, gently, she leaned into his face, the
therapist's hand guiding the back of his head forward, and
then... that first moment... she was doing it... one of the most
taboo things someone can do... cheating on her husband... with a
boy her son's age... she felt the boy's lips touch her nipple,
parting slightly, her left nipple gently pressing between his
lips, making contact for the first time.

His therapist guided the boy's hands up to cup his teacher's
breasts, placing his palms over his teacher's hands as his
teacher held her breasts for him to suckle. Both lady's clits
surged at the sight of his teenage lips opening, her nipple and
areaola slipping inside his moist warm mouth. "There... that's
right," the therapist whispered as he began to gently suck on her
breast, patting the back of his head. "Suck on your teacher's
breast. Gently," she said softly, "feel her nipple with your
tongue. Suckle on her breast," she whispered, "Gently... squeeze
her breasts lightly as you suckle..." she said softly, noticing
Mary's eyes were closed as the boy suckled on her mature breast.

"Mrs. Scott," she said gently, urging the teacher to open her
eyes and look at her. "Your husband and son are at home waiting
for you to make dinner for them, aren't they?" she teased. "And
yet here you are, cheating on your husband with this teenage boy,
your breasts exposed as he sucks on them," she chided playfully.
"You are sinning, aren't you?" she said, more seriously now,
looking into her eyes, startling her. "But it's so natural, isn't
it?" she continued. "Take his head in your hand, pull him close
to your breast," she said sternly but softly. "Guide him," she
said as the married teacher reached out, one hand cupping the
back of the boys head - her wedding band resting against his
hair. Her other hand came up under his chin, guiding his head
slowly from her left nipple to her right nipple, slipping her
nipple into his warm mouth, feeling him suckle again, his tongue
swirling around her areaola. Her clit throbbed.

"So natural..." Martha continued, "like a mother and her child,"
she said softly, so wanting to reach between her thighs and
finger her clitoris. Mmmmm... her fantasy later was going to rock
her world. Johnny was going to star in her mind... her clit
throbbed, surged. "Mrs. Scott," she whispered, looking into
Mary's glazy eyes, seeing her shudder as the teensuckled, "we
only have a short time left today," she continued, watching the
teen as she guided him back to her other nipple, both nipples
glistening from his saliva - both nipples rock hard as the mature
mother stroked the back of his head as he suckled on her breasts,
her wedding band sparkling in the dim light. "This session today
was not only for Johnny," she said softly, "right?"

The two mature women exchanged knowing looks, their eyes meeting.
Mrs. Scott blushed. "Johnny," his therapist said softly, "Mrs.
Scott is going to teach you to please a mature woman..." she
whispered in his ear, "and she is going to please you... as a
good teacher should," she whispered, and as he suckled she
lightly touched his rock hard teen cock through his tan school
uniform pants for the first time - making him jump. "You will
meet her in your classroom after school tomorrow," she continued
quietly into his ear, her fingers lightly tracing his penis as it
began to pulse and throb in his pants under her touch, "and you
will secretly, quietly, carefully suckle your teacher's breasts
at her desk... she will guide you... you will follow her
instruction..." she said into his ear, "won't you?" she demanded
softly. He nodded, his cock jumping under her finger tips.

"When you masturbate tonight, you can think of her... at her
desk... on her desk," she said softly again into his ear,
"because her lessons will continue... she will teach you...
everything," she hissed seductively in his ear, "right there,"
she paused, "in your classroom," pause - her fingers racing,
"where a teacher should... spread... knowledge," she said
playfully, feeling his cock throb a final time, and explode, her
fingertips stroking lightly as his teen cock spasmed in his
pants, his lips locked around his teacher's areaola, feeling his
teacher moan... her body shudder... "because she is practicing
too..." she trailed off.

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Johnny stood next to his mother in the waiting room. "Well, I
think we had a very good first session, didn't we Johnny?" Mrs.
Jones said, smiling at Johnny and turning to his mother. "I would
like to see Johnny for a short session on Thursday - don't worry,
it is still included in this first session, so there is no charge
for another session, but I want to follow up on his "homework"
briefly," Martha said, "His teacher expects him after school
tomorrow - and you won't forget, will you?" she said with a
smile, turning to Johnny - true to form, he just shrugged. "He
WILL be there tomorrow," his mom said sternly, "and he will be
here Thursday for your follow up!" she finished. Martha winked at
Johnny as his mother turned for the door, leaning forward to
reach for the doorknob, her back to them. She motioned with her
head for Johnny to look, her eyes guiding his... to see... his
own mother's ass... "Johnny is learning to focus," she smiled,
"one day at a time."