Mrs. Babbitt Was it her or not? I couldn't decide. Her once long chestnut hair was now silver and bobbed off at the shoulder. The smooth milky complexion I remembered was now sagging slightly around her mouth and neck. Those huge brown eyes that seemed to glisten and shine seemed somewhat flat and dull. All of that aside, I was certain that the woman I was seeing was Mrs. Babbitt. Her hair and face might have changed, but her body was still as remarkable as I remembered from middle school. Her full breasts seemed larger than ever. Not to mention the way her ample hips filled out her snug fitting jeans in a most teasing manner. If I closed my eyes, I could still see her standing in front of the classroom, smiling that sweet innocent smile that seemed to be present. I remember how I used to sit mesmerized, longing to see, to touch those magnificent breasts. In my adolescent fantasies, I could imagine sucking on her, what I imagined to be, huge pink nipples. Many nights I lay awake in my room, stroking my boyish dick, it wasn't a cock yet. I had not matured to that level yet. No, it was still a dick or a prick. That didn't matter to me at the time. All I knew was that it got hard a lot, especially when I thought about Mrs. Babbitt's tits. More times than I could count, I jerked off thinking about those glorious orbs. Eventually, my fantasies graduated to her firm round ass and what, I thought, had to be the softest warmest pussy in the world. In my minds eye, I had shot my young load across her tits or plunged my dick into her pussy a thousand times. In addition, every time, when I was finished, she would vow her deep and never ending love for me. That was my life for a whole school year. I would go to school, fantasize about Mrs. Babbitt and go home and jack off. All good things must end however. I had to move on to the next grade. That meant changing schools. I never saw Mrs. Babbitt again. Eventually, thoughts of Sue Bartkowski and other girls in my class that were coming of age right before my very eyes replaced her images. Twenty years or more had passed since I had emptied my balls to the mental imagery of Mrs. Babbitt lying beneath me, her massive tits bouncing as I slammed my cock into her tight pussy. Twenty years or not, it was like yesterday when I saw her coming out of the lady's room in the mall. It was she. I was certain of it. The next thing I knew I was calling out to her. "Mrs. Babbitt?" She turned. "Yes." My mind raced searching for what to say next. Finally, I managed to mumble. "Hi, I thought that was you. I'm Jack Priest. I had you in middle school." What a choice of words I thought. I had you! Oh God if she only knew how many times, in my dreams, I had had her. "Well, hello Jack. How have you been?" She offered me her hand. I reached out to take her hand realizing that it was the first time I'd every really had physical contact with her. The thought caused a stirring between my legs. I was actually touching Mrs. Babbitt. "Good." Did she remember me? Surely not. I didn't care. I was in heaven. "Well," she said. "It was good to see you." She was leaving. That was it. We had said hello and now she was stepping out of my life again. Suddenly, I realized I was still holding her hand. She was trying to leave but I refused to let go. She smiled, but a look of concern creased her forehead. "Are you alright Jack?" I didn't respond. What could I say? Mrs. Babbitt I always dreamed of fucking you. I want you more now than I ever have. No, I couldn't say any of that. All I could do was stand there like a preteen, with a hard-on for my teacher. Except, I wasn't a preteen. I was a grown man with a hard-on for my teacher. The smile left her face. "Is something wrong, Jack? You look a little pale." I was pale because all my blood was rushing to my dick. I couldn't say that though. In fact, I couldn't say anything. Then she said the oddest thing. "You're a man now Jack, not a little boy. You shouldn't be intimidated by me. I am no longer your teacher." We were still standing in the corridor that led from the food court to the restrooms. Finally, I found words. "Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" She smiled and I thought I saw the sparkle return to her eyes. "Sure Jack. That's not really what you want though, is it?" Was she reading my mind? Did she see my hard cock; it's a full-grown cock now, pressing against my jeans. "No." I said boldly. "That's not what I really want." "What is it then Jack?" She paused shortly before continuing, as if she searching for just the right words. "Jack, if I remember correctly, you were always a quiet boy. You were very polite, never wanting to offend anyone. I always hoped you would grow out of that." She was teasing me, making fun of me. Fine if that was the way she wanted to play then fine. I was silent, stunned. Finally she continued. "You're a grown man. Tell me what it is you really want." "I want to take you back in that restroom." I pointed to the restroom she had just come from. "I want to bend you over the sink and fuck you. What do you think about that?" The words were out before I even realized what I was saying. Her smile never faded. The expression on her face never changed. She simply said, "Are you self assured enough to take what you want?" I didn't hesitate, pushing her backwards into the ladies' room. I hung the "Closed for cleaning" sign on the nail outside the door then locked the door behind us. Fortunately, the restroom was empty. I had not thought to check. I could see her breasts rise and fall as her breathing audibly increased. My own heart was pounding as well. What was I doing? I pushed the question in my mind aside and grabbed the vision of my dreams by the shoulders, pinning her against the tile wall. I waited for a split second for her to speak or resist. She did neither so I kissed her hard on the mouth, at the same time running my hand up under her blouse. I nearly dropped a load in my jeans when my fingers found the soft skin of her breast. There it was; right there at my finger tips the flesh of my dreams. I had to see it, suck it. Pulling away from her, I fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse. When I finally got it open, I didn't hesitate. Instead of unhooking her bra, I simply pushed it up over her massive mounds. Pinning her wrists against the wall over her head, I attacked, burying my face in the soft flesh of her now slightly sagging tits. Clamping my teeth down on her gigantic pink nipples, I heard her squeal slightly as her body gave a quick jerk in reaction to the not very subtle bite. I heard her whisper between gasps. "Is this all what you want Jack. Does biting my tits satisfy you?" She was teasing me again. "No. I'm going to fuck you." "Then do it Jack. Just like you said you would. Bend me over the sink and fuck me." I did just that. Pushing her away from me, I spun her around and leaned her over the sink. She braced herself, palms flat against the wall, elbows locked. Quickly, my trembling fingers found the front of her jeans. I unsnapped the waist and lowered the zipper. Then with one powerful tug, I pulled the denim along with her white cotton panties down over her hips. I stepped back momentarily to admire the soft white flesh of her mature hips. Then, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand, I spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing not just her tiny brown asshole but also a crop of silver cunt hair. The silvery hair was moist with juices from her aging cunt. Glistening like dew on the morning grass, her sweet juice called to me, begging me to taste the honey that leaked from wide pick slit between her legs. Falling to my knees, I buried my face in her gash, running my tongue along the opening between her swollen labia. Her juice was just as sweet as I had always imagined and I lapped it up like a starving dog. Suddenly her body stiffened and her ass cheeks clenched in my hands. She thrust her hips backward, pressing her sloppy pussy into my face. At that same moment, my face was drenched with a flood of cum from her expanding cunt. I licked and sucked for all I was worth, not wanting to loose one drop of her sticky hot liquid. When her body finally relaxed, I stood and unbuckled my own jeans. , pushing my jeans along with my boxers down over my knees. My cock stood out bigger and harder than I had ever seen it. The head was a deep purple and the veins along the top swollen to the size of my little finger. I stared at myself in amazement. I had never been so hard or so big. Holding my impressive rod like a baseball bat, I guided it toward Mrs. Babbitt's waiting hole. Just as the head touched the moist slit however, I stopped. Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, I saw her staring back at me. The intensity I saw in her eyes caused me to wonder. Was this right? Was I raping her? Suddenly, I felt ashamed and started to back away. "Do it Jack. That's what you want isn't it. Take it. For once in your life do what you want. Fuck me. Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me!" She grimaced slightly, gasping as I slammed my cock into her with all the force I could muster. My thighs slapped against the back of her legs echoing through the off the tile walls. I withdrew completely and quickly drove my aching rod home once more. She became my cheerleader and coach. "That's it Jack, go deep and hard. Oh Jack you're a hell of man. Drive that big dick up my cunt." I continued to pound her as hard and as fast as I could. With every powerful stroke, I could see her heavy tits sway and bounce. I reached underneath her with one hand grabbing a handful of the soft flesh squeezing it, kneading it like soft dough between my fingers. She cried out in pain as I pinched the rubbery nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, forming small puddles on her creamy white ass. I thought I was fucking her as hard as I could. To my surprise however, my intensity accelerated when I felt the ball of fire that was cum building throughout my cock. Mrs. Babbitt felt it too. "Come on Jack fill me with your hot cum. I can feel your dick growing. That's it your almost there. Keep pounding until you're free." It felt like I was shooting nails out the end of my cock as I thrust one last time pinning my pelvis against her soft fleshy ass. My cock and balls surged repeatedly until completely spent. Falling backwards against the opposite wall, I stared at Mrs. Babbitt, still leaning over the small sink. I heard her gasping for air and saw her massive breast sway slightly with each heaving breath. Last but not least, I could see her cunt pulsing, squeezing tiny drops of cum from her hole. Each drop seemed to hand in mid air before dripping to the floor with what seemed like an audible splat. I watched in silence, not knowing what to say, as she grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and began to clean up. She acted as though I wasn't even there, washing and wiping as if in the privacy of her own bathroom. When she was finished, she straightened her clothes and stepped over to me. "I think you better zip up and get out of her Jack. Who knows how long it will be before someone complains about the door being locked and the janitor shows up." Then without another word, she turned to leave. "Mrs. Babbitt," I said. She looked back over her shoulder. "Yes." "I..." my mind searched for the right words but nothing came. "Don't say anything Jack. It's not necessary. Just accept what happened as one more lesson learned from an old teacher." I must have looked puzzled. "I hope what you learned Jack, is that if you want something ask for it. You may not always get it.... But who knows, you might." Then as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. Since then I have tried to take her advice. I have made a conscious effort to be more assertive, less timid. Granted, I have yet to walk up to a woman and tell her I want to fuck her. Still, it might happen again someday. One never knows.