Family Therapist - Chapter 3 (Fm, some Inc) WARNING: Adults only. This material is not suitable for minors. ------- 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... --- 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... --- 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?"