Family Therapist - Chapter 3 (Fm, some Inc)
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Chapter 3

The bell rang - and the room went from silence to chaos as the
students all jumped up to head out the door for their next
classes. "Remember," Mrs. Scott said loudly to be heard,
"problems 1 through 10 in chapter 4 for tomorrow!" And exactly 0%
of the kids gave her any response, all talking at light-speed. As
he and his friend Eddie headed for the door, she overheard Johnny
"Nah - I have to stay after school today for a little while...
but I'll meet you at 4pm at the 7-11 - ok?" their voices trailing
off. Mary smiled inside, and gulped. She was so nervous... she
couldn't believe what had happened yesterday - even though she
had wanted it for so long, now that it was happening the full
force of the ramifications had hit her again like a ton of bricks
last night. And this morning. And now. But... she was commited
now, especially after what had happened yesterday. So far, Johnny
seemed to be behaving just as she... as they... had hoped. The
risks were huge, but the payoff...

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The bell rang again - the end of the last period of the day. She
was shaking badly as she reminded her last class of the day about
their homework assignment for the evening. She barely knew what
she was saying as the kids filed out of the room, leaving the
room in silence for the first time all day. Oh my god, she
thought. Would he actually show up? She knew he would... what boy
wouldn't? But could she do it again? She had to be home on time
today because her own son had a club team basketball game this
evening and she had volunteered to help sell pizza at the gym to
help with team expenses, but...

"You want to go for a Mocha?" Mrs. Rand said suddenly, poking her
head in the door, making Mary jump as she was turning to start
cleaning up her desk, "Elizabeth and I are going to zip over
there for a quick one again before we go home to cook, and clean,
and do laundry..." she sighed, smiling. "I um... no... thank you
Sarah... I have to go to my son's basketball game in a little
bit, and I wanted to finish grading a few tests before I go so I
can relax tonight," she managed to get out. "All righty," Sarah
said, "catch you tomorrow!" she finished as she headed down the
hall. Mary was shaking. What was she doing? She turned to the
board...

"Mrs. Scott?" Johnny said suddenly, standing in the doorway. She
jumped again, her heart immediatley racing at the sound of his
voice. She had been cleaning up, her mind racing as the school
slowly emptied. Some teachers and students still lingered, but
most had left or started sports practice by the time he showed up
20 minutes after classes had ended. She had begun to think maybe
he wouldn't show up....

"Come in," she said, stammering, softly. She paused - she was
wanted this... but now that it was about to happen... she had to
be careful... but... she wanted this. She stood for a moment
regaining her composure as he hesitantly stepped into the room.
She motioned for Johnny move inside as she went to the door. She
poked her head out non-chalantly, looked around, then closed and
locked the door. When she turned, Johnny was smiling shyly - but
he had obviously been looking at her... at her ass... her clit
immediatly begain to tingle. her she was, with this boy... this
teen... he could be her son! Her nipples hardened, her breath
quickened.

"Johnny," she said firmly, now ready - resuming her role as
"teacher" to this teen, "are you here for extra help?" she said
sternly, playing with him, but also steeling her nerves. She was
nervous. So was he. He gulped, nodding. "We have to be quiet,
ok?" she said as she walked back to her desk. "Well..." she
started, "come stand by me," she said softly. "When you were in
class today," she whispered, "I felt your eyes on me." He smiled
and blushed. "It is so wrong - what you were thinking," she
continued, "I am old enough to be your mother!" she said
forcefully, quietly. She saw the bulge in his pants. "Already!
that was quick! To be young again..." she thought to herself, her
eyes fixated on him, on his pants. Next lesson... next lesson...
she had to be patient. She smiled to herself.

She was wearing a loose fitting cream-colored pullover silk
blouse and a pleated, knee-length dark blue skirt. The pearl
necklace her husband had given her just recently for their 25th
wedding anniversary around her neck, resting across the top of
her chest over her blouse. Whispering quietly, she leaned toward
him, "I know what you were thinking today," she teased the teen
quietly. "You were waiting for this moment," she paused,
"watching me walk up in front of the room, watching me... my
breasts," she paused again, "weren't you?" she demanded softly.
"Look at them," she whispered, "they are here again... for you,"
she trailed off as he blushed again and stared now directly at
her blouse, her full breasts outlined and shiny in the silky
blouse.

She motioned for him to climb up and sit on her desk, scooting
him back so his legs dangled over at the knee. She stood facing
him, slowly turning her torso from side to side with her hands on
her hips as he stared at her breasts, soaking in their curves and
fullness with his eyes. She wasn't huge, just full. And heavy.
"Did my breasts sway as I walked?" she asked, purposely moving so
her heavy breasts gently moved as she turned. He nodded, shifting
to try and make room for his erection in his pants. "Do your
mother's breasts sway when she walks?" she asked - shocking him a
little, his face beet red now. But he nodded. Yes. "I see my son
looking at me... at my breasts," she said quietly. "It is normal
for boys your age... it's ok..." she said. "Your mom knows... she
knows..." she trailed off.

"We don't have much time before the janitors start making their
rounds," she said softly. "For your 'extra credit' help today,"
she said with a smile, "you need to learn to unclasp my bra... a
woman's bra. Are you ready?" she said, "Do you think you can?"
she teased? He nodded. "BUT..." she said forcefully, quietly,
"you must always be gentle, and careful, ok?" He nodded as she
reached down to lift his hands up... guiding them as she had
yesterday to the hem of her skirt. "Gently pull my blouse out of
my skirt," she guided him. Patiently, she waited and turned as he
tugged - a little roughly at first but more easily as he felt it
pull free, the fitted hem of the blouse draping down over the top
of her skirt as she turned for him.

"There," she said. "Ok, now, this type of blouse has a very fine
zipper in the back that runs part way down my back... it helps me
put it on and remove it," she instructed him softly as she turned
her back to him. "Go ahead, unzip your teacher," she said... her
heart beginning to pound as she thought again about what she was
doing. A boy, her son's age. Her husband would be home from work
soon. The teen's trembling hands fumbled a little - she leaned
her head forward a little and pulled her hair aside so he could
see. Oh my god, I am doing it again! she thought. But suddenly he
found the small tab of the zipper and started to pull it down
gently.

And the erotic scene rushed at her... the only sound in the room
was the sound of her blouse being unzipped... by a boy, a teen,
her student. Her nipples hardened again listening to the taboo,
erotic sound of her zipper being opened - about to expose herself
to this teen again. If someone came in... oh my god... she had to
hurry. Her clit tingled. She was almost in a panic. She almost
stopped him... almost. Her legs were trembling...

But then is was done, the zipper was down. She reached back,
lifting her blouse slightly, not wanting to remove it completely
in case someone showed up at the door. "Unhook my bra, Johnny,"
she whispered, feeling him begin to fumble. She looked at the
whiteboard at the front of the room, notes and examples from her
last class still on the board. What was she doing? she thought
again as he tried to unhook her firm, motherly bra - his
teacher's bra. Her bra! Only her husband did this... her clit
throbbed, her mound slick and moist in her panties as this boy
unhooked her. "That's right," she whispered as she felt him start
to figure it out, to slowly unhook each hook... until suddenly
they were all free and her bra popped open in the back. "You did
it!" she teased him quietly as she leaned forward, turning to
face him. "But, you get a 'C' for today..." she said playfully.
"Practice makes perfect, and you have work to do to be able to do
that smoothly and gently," she smiled at him as she quickly did
the move all women knew - removed her bra one arm at a time while
leaving her blouse on. She quickly tucked her bra into her
handbag on the floor next to the desk.

"Well?" she teased, leaning back against the whiteboard, "show me
what you fantasize about when you stare at me in class..." she
whispered, looking down at her disheveled blouse. "Do you imagine
walking up to me... and... feeling me?" she said as she reached
out and took his hands, guiding them to her breasts. "I am your
teacher! You shouldn't be doing this!" she whispered as his hands
slipped and moved over her untucked silky blouse, gently kneading
and squeezing her breasts. "No!" she said as his hands slipped
under her blouse, lifting it up, exposing her breasts to his
teenage eyes for the second time in two days. He leaned down and
quickly took her left nipple into his warm mouth, his tongue
swirling. Her clit throbbing as he pressed her back against the
board. "I am old enough to be your mother, Johnny," she whispered
into his ear as she stroked his hair gently. "Your mother..." she
whispered again, feeling him suckle harder each time she said the
word. "Your mother's breasts, Johnny" she whispered, guiding him
gently to her other breast. "Suckle them... son..." she said
softly as he gently nibbled and swirled, her nipple hard in his
mouth. A mother's nipple... a son's mouth... her wedding band
finger stroking this boys hair as she cheated on her husband.
Again. With a teenage boy young enough to be her son...

Her knees almost gave out as she leaned into him. She had felt
herself throbbing yesterday - but nothing like this - she wanted
to reach down, lift her skirt, and rub her clit... her throbbing
clit. What kind of woman was she? This was so wrong... but she
knew... tonight... when her husband entered her... she knew... it
was not him she was going to be thinking about... soon... she
thought to herself. Soon. It would be reality. Right here. In
this classroom. Somehow she would find enough time for them. It
would not be her finger stroking her clitoris... no. It would be
the cock bulging in this boy's pants right in front of her right
now... his teenage cock... would be stroking her... stroking into
her... laying on her back on her own desk... her legs spread
wide, for him. For this boy...

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Somehow she managed to let him stop, her mature breasts once
again glistening with his teenage salva, her nipples rock hard
and aroused as she pushed him back gently, his hips bucking
slightly as he tried to relieve his own tension. "Soon," she
whispered in his ear as she gently pushed him away and begain to
put herself back together. "Soon," she smiled at him and gave him
a gentle kiss on his cheek. He blushed. His eyes pleading, but
understanding. "We have our next session with Mrs. Jones on
Friday..." she whispered. "Let's see what the next lesson will
be, ok?"