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DETENTION FOR GRADUATION GIFT

3/3/2009

Rohan sat at
his desk with his head down in the middle of an empty classroom.
He was in trouble and didn't know why. It was already
half an hour after school had been let out and he was still
in his last period class. He just sighed tiredly and waited.
He was waiting for when Mrs. Dimpy would allow him to go.
He didn't understand why she gave him detention. It
was the last day of his senior year and at the last second
before the bell rang, she said to him, "Rohan? Please
stay in your seat."


He did what she asked but was very confused. She explained
to him that he had a detention that still needed to be done
before he could leave for the year. As the other students
were leaving he heard the usual 'oooohhhs' and
'uummmms' as if he were in deep shit. But Rohan
was a good student, he never did anything inappropriate
that warranted a detention. He hardly ever spoke, being
as shy as he was. He had asked Mrs. Dimpy what this was for,
but she dismissed it like he should've remembered.
Rohan slowly dropped his backpack down to the floor and
sat back down. He had wanted to say goodbye to those friends
on his bus route before graduation. After all, not all of
those riding were seniors.


Rohan's head was resting on his arms, which were folded,
across his desk. He quietly peeked up at the front of the
classroom. There at the head of the class was Mrs. Dimpy.
Her thirty-five year old body was sitting at her desk typing
on her laptop. Her soft brown eyes darted across the screen
above the rim of her glasses. The sound of her fingers pecking
away at the keyboard was the only sound that echoed throughout
the room.


Rohan put his head back down and breathed a sigh of irritation.
He started tapping his foot on the tile floor. The tapping
started softly, then began to increase.


Mrs. Dimpy eyes wandered up from her computer screen and
landed on the young man.


Tap, tap, tap, TAP, TAP, TAP.


She stopped her typing and addressed her student.


"Rohan!"


Rohan's head snapped to attention. His tapping ceased.



"Yeah?" Rohan asked.


"Your foot."


"Sorry." He said after a short hesitation.



She looked at him for a moment, then put her face back down
to the computer screen. Her finger pecking began again.



"Your mom's on her way isn't she?"



"Uh-huh. I called her."


"Good." Mrs. Dimpy said with a hidden irk to
her voice.


Rohan just stared back at the young teacher. Her long brown
hair was rolled up on the back of her head, with a few loose
strands hanging around. She was a woman who didn't
need to work hard to look good. Her hair could be a mess when
she woke up and still be sexy. The glasses she wore added
a brainy taboo to the mix that always had the guys in her class
talking.


He took a moment to look down below the desk and watched as
her long legs crossed. She was really something to look
at. It was too bad she was his teacher and -


"Is your mom still mad at me Rohan?" Mrs. Dimpy
asked not looking up from the screen.


And his mom's best friend. Well, sort of. They had sort
of a falling out a couple of weeks ago and she hadn't
been around much. Her first name was Dimpy, but since she
was his teacher, both her and his mother discouraged first
name reference. So to Rohan, she was Mrs. Dimpy. Much like
referring to his mom. He would never call his mom by her first
name, which was Aarti. The titles were not up for negotiation,
so Rohan never brought it up.


Rohan finally answered her question, "I...I don't
know. I don't even know what you two were upset about."



Mrs. Dimpy rolled her pretty eyes, "Oh. Phuh. It's
the same old stuff Rohan. RehAartied melodrama from our
old high school days. That's all. Your mother just
overreacts."


Sarcastically Rohan replied, "Tell me about it."



His mom and Mrs. Dimpy were former cheerleaders together
at this very school, and very close friends. They were thirteen,
or something like that, when they first met. They had a lot
in common, such as their unwitting ability to attract the
opposite sex. They're both in peak physical condition,
and still love to dance. Some of the differences were that
Mrs. Dimpy was a brunette, and his mother was a red. Another
difference was that Mrs. Dimpy was the book smart one who
ended up with a teaching degree, while his mother was more
of a party girl who ended up pregnant at age sixteen.


Rohan stared down at her legs again. He really liked it when
she rubbed her calves together. She rubbed them so steady,
Rohan expected to see a fire start. She was extremely enticing
to look at, and Rohan loved looking. His mother's best
friend had always been one of his fantasies growing up.



In mid sentence, Mrs. Dimpy stopped typing to rub her eyes.
She was getting tired and was about ready to tell Rohan that
his detention could have an early ending. She yawned. Her
mouth opened wide and her eyes shut briefly. As her eyelids
opened she focused in on the eighteen-year-old senior
in the middle of the classroom.


His head was still down but his eyes peered over his arms
and were blatantly staring down at her legs.


Mrs. Dimpy noticed and her breath caught in her throat.
She knew that men found her attractive and the fact that
a guy would be staring at her body was no big shocker. But
the fact that her best friend's son was staring sort
of caught her off guard. She knew Rohan. Rohan didn't
just come right out and stare at women's bodies. He
was too shy. He was just a kid at heart. She didn't think
that Rohan had ever been with a girl. 'Poor kid'
she thought to herself.


He didn't realize that she was aware of his staring.
She decided to just give him a little taste of what his eyes
so very much wanted to see. She figured this was the last
day of his high school career, and after he leaves here he'll
be entering the world of adulthood, so why not just tease
the boy a little. She won't get into any trouble for
"accidentally" exposing herself a little
bit. Mrs. Dimpy was pretty sure Rohan wouldn't tell.
Besides, it was something that she had always fantasized
about. Playing around with a student without actually
playing was kind of kinky. She missed the old days when she
was in high school. She and Aarti would delight in torturing
the high school boys together. It was their special gift
to the school. They were the school cock teasers, and they
loved the title.


Mrs. Dimpy continued to type, only now she uncrossed her
legs and re-crossed them towards the unsuspecting kid.
Her face never came up from the computer screen as she slowly
started to rub her legs together. She flexed her leg muscles
slightly, just enough to cause the curves to gain in dimension.



Rohan gulped as his teacher's legs rubbed back and
forth seductively.


She then uncrossed her legs and opened them. Her thighs
were open so he could see up her skirt all the way to her black
panties.


Rohan's eyelids stretched open and he scooted around
nervously in his seat. He couldn't believe his luck.
Mrs. Dimpy was unknowingly showing him her panties. He
felt the arousal start to build. The stirring in his pants
made him dizzy. This was his mom's friend. His teacher.
He didn't know how to react. He was having a hard time
relaxing.


"So what are your plans this summer Rohan?"
She asked without looking up.


His eyes went to her beautiful face.


"Umm…I don't know yet." He said timidly.



"You gonna pick up chicks? Party? That sort of thing?"
She smirked.


Rohan's face drooped.


"Nah."


She looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic look, "Awwwe."



Rohan grimaced.


Mrs. Dimpy backed away from her desk and stood. She walked
over to the chalkboard. There were several chemistry notes
on the board. She picked up an eraser and began to wipe it
clean. Her back was turned to Rohan and she continued to
talk to him.


Rohan watched the lovely creature at the board as she made
tiny circles with the eraser.


Mrs. Dimpy made it a point to spend as much time at the board
as possible. She wanted her captive audience to enjoy her
backside. The short black skirt hugged her hips tightly
and she spread her legs shoulder width apart. The skirt
came down to mid thigh and she swayed slightly. She put the
other hand on her butt in a nonchalant way, as if resting
her shoulder.


"Soooo, Rohan. What do you plan to do with your life
now that you're graduating?" Her fingers dug
into her bottom.


Rohan's legs pressed up and together. He slid one of
his books down into his lap in order to hide the erection
that was forming. Again he gulped and stared at the tight
fabric that engulfed her round form. She lightly scratched
the thin material with her painted fingernails. Rohan's
stomach did somersaults.


"I…was thinking about college. I don't know."
Rohan couldn't think straight.


"College is good. What do you plan to study?"
She moved down the board closer to where Rohan was sitting.



"Uh…I want to be a…a…"


"An…astronaut?" She turned her head to him
and smiled. It was one of those groin-numbing smiles where
she bit her bottom teeth. Those perfect brown, doe eyes
shined through the lens of her glasses and captivated Rohan.
The loose strands of brown hair fell down in her face and
she blew on them softly.


"Uh…yeah."


She giggled, "Well…good. I'm glad you have ambitions."



She was almost finished when the eraser dropped out of her
hand. It fell down in front of her. Mrs. Dimpy took a deep
breath and faced forward. This is what she had been waiting
for. The ultimate craving for a young man. She started to
lean over at the waist.


Rohan pressed the book hard into his lap as his teacher Rohant
down to pick up the eraser.


She purposely kept her legs straight and extended her arm.
Her other hand gently rubbed down her bottom and caressed
the back of her thigh. She stayed in that position a little
longer than was necessary, but she didn't care. She
enjoyed teasing young Rohan. It was something she had never
done to him before. In all the years she had known him, it
never even crossed her mind. Finally she slowly stood up
and went back to erasing the board.


Rohan shivered with excitement as Mrs. Dimpy's exquisite
body slid back up into a standing position. He noticed her
small hand never left her rearend.


Mrs. Dimpy could feel his eyes burning holes into her skirt.
It was like she could feel the heat emanating from his teenage
hormones. It was making her hot and she started to perspire.
Casually she reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons
of her blouse. This exposed part of her black bra and enough
cleavage to make a grown man cry. She turned towards Rohan
and put her hands on her hips.


She smiled, "You have any questions for me Rohan?"



Rohan raised an eyebrow, "About what?"


"About anything silly. College?" Her smile
was hypnotic.


Rohan shrugged, "I don't know. What do you know
about college?"


This made Mrs. Dimpy laugh. She walked over to Rohan, pulled
out a chair, and sat in front of him. Once again she crossed
her legs for the young boy. She also crossed her arms underneath
her tits which caused them to lift, exposing more of her
cleavage.


Rohan felt the lump form in his throat as Mrs. Dimpy's
nipples pressed against her blouse. He was becoming nervous,
especially now with her hot body sitting so close to him.
He adjusted the book in his lap so she couldn't see the
tent in his shorts.


"You know Rohan, I am a teacher. I did go to college.
I think I know a few things." She smirked at the obvious
tension in his body. She laughed on the inside as she watched
his roaming eyes jump back and forth between her legs to
her chest. It was evident that he was having some trouble
controlling their activity. They wouldn't stay locked
in their sockets.


"Socializing." Rohan stated.


"What?" Mrs. Dimpy asked confused.


"I want to know about socializing with people in college.
Tell me about it."


Mrs. Dimpy paused for a minute. Her brain was obviously
processing what Rohan had asked her.


"You mean like…frats or something? How to make friends?"
She looked at quizzically, "Is that what you mean
Rohan?"


Rohan shrugged, "Sure. I don't know. I'm
just not very good at it."


She smiled coyly at his honesty. She thought it was a cute
and endearing quality.


"Jeez Rohan, I thought you were going to ask something
difficult. I am Mrs. Socialite. I know how to talk to people."



"Really?"


"Well sure. You know me Rohan. Have you ever seen me
shy with people?"


"No."


"No. It comes naturally to me." She uncrossed
her legs, alternated, then crossed them again. She made
sure to open them enough to give Rohan a close up shot of her
panty-covered pussy.


"So…I…" Rohan stuttered and then fell silent.
He could see every thing between her thighs. Her smooth
skin, firm and tan. And the black lingerie that covered
up her most intimate area. She was driving him crazy. And
to Rohan, she didn't realize she was doing it.


His stuttering made Mrs. Dimpy giggle, "You okay
Rohan? Cat got your tongue?"


"Naw…I mean…I'm fine." Again he adjusted
his legs so he could relieve the increasing pressure in
his crotch. That was the power women had over men. Embarrassment.
An erection is like an alarm system announcing a guy's
arousal to the world. And women like Mrs. Dimpy knew exactly
how to trigger them.


"You seem a little uncomfortable Rohan. Why don't
you stand up and stretch?" She smirked knew full well
what she wanted him to do.


"No!" He blurted out, "I mean…I'm
fine." Rohan struggled for the right words. He couldn't
talk. The only thing on his mind was Mrs. Dimpy's extraordinary
body sitting two feet in front of him.


She took the game to the next level, "Oh come on Rohan.
Stand up."


Mrs. Dimpy stood up before the nervous teenager and grabbed
his arms. She pulled him up out of the desk. Frightened that
he was about to expose himself to her, he held the book in
place in front of him as he stood.


"There you go Rohan. Just because you have detention
doesn't mean you have to be uncomfortable."
She stood directly in front of the scared boy and looked
down at the chemistry book he was holding.


"What are you doing Rohan?"


His eyes shot open and his arms tensed. He followed her beautiful
eyes down to the book.


"Nothing…I…nothing…" Rohan stammered.


Mrs. Dimpy looked at Rohan's face. She smiled at him.
Rohan smiled back and did his best to keep eye contact with
her. It was difficult because now her cleavage was just
inches away from him.


The two of them stood facing each other for about a minute
not saying anything. Rohan studied every inch of the pretty
woman's face. Every curve and dimple of her cheeks
made Rohan want to cry. She was just too perfect and he wanted
to stare at her until the end of time.


Without warning the book slipped out of his hands and fell
on the floor. It's spine crAartied against the tile
and bounced back behind Mrs. Dimpy.


Rohan closed his eyes and breathed heavily. He couldn't
move.


"Oh!" Mrs. Dimpy exclaimed as the book smacked
the ground. She looked down behind her and turned around
slowly, "I'll get it Rohan."


And for the second time in the past twenty minutes, Mrs.
Dimpy did what all males ache for. She Rohant her deliciously
perfect form over at the waist, and didn't Rohand her
knees. Only this time, this sizzling body was directly
in front of him.


Mrs. Dimpy took great delight in her venomous teasing of
her young student. She Rohant down slower than she did to
pick up the eraser. She wanted to give Rohan ample time to
stare at her round butt. She was proud of her firm ass. She
had spent lots of time working out, sculpting her ass to
a perfect shape. The best part was that she was already blessed
with a flawless figure. Not much exercising was needed
to improve on an already desirable body.


Rohan's breathing quickened and he hiccuped. He opened
his eyes to absolute heaven. Mrs. Dimpy's ass right
under his nose only inches from his shorts. If she backed
up just slightly her skirt would bump into his cock. Or if
he moved in slightly he'd press into her. This was becoming
more than he could take. The stimulation was unlike anything
he'd ever experienced before.


Mrs. Dimpy grabbed onto the book and smiled. She didn't
want to stand up yet. This was too exciting. Instead she
turned her head to see what her little friend was doing.
Her head went to the side and looked up at Rohan's face.



Rohan tore his eyes away from her tight behind and looked
down at her.


Mrs. Dimpy bit her bottom lip and Rohan's jaw dropped.
His eyes were struggling to stay open. It looked as though
he could pass out at any moment.


She didn't say anything. Instead she took one step
backwards and pressed her skirt-covered ass into his throbbing
erection. It was just a small bump, but it sent jolts of electricity
through his body.


"Sorry Rohan." As she said this she started
to rub her ass into his straining cock ever so lightly. She
didn't want to make this a hardcore situation. Just
a small massage that would drive Rohan wild. Just something
that would encourage Rohan to tell stories to his teenage
friends. Yet not enough to get her into trouble.


"Uh…Uh…Mrs. Dimpy…" Rohan sighed. His hands
trembled at his sides. He wanted to grab hold of her lovely
cheeks and hold her there at his cock. He was sweating now
as her ass gently brushed against his hardon.


She bit harder on her lower lip and closed her eyes. She knew
she had to stand up now, otherwise the situation was going
to get out of hand and it would be all her fault. Instead of
listening to her morals she pressed back into him a little
harder.


"I've got your book here, Rohan…" She stated
the obvious with a breathless voice.


"Uh-huh…" Rohan agreed. Carefully he nudged
his cock into the skirt, applying a tiny pressure.


"Ah-HEM!!" A Voice came from the doorway of
the classroom.


Faster than lightning, Mrs. Dimpy was upright and five
feet away from the student. Her heart was racing like wild
fire through the Arizona Forrest. Goosebumps cascaded
her shoulders and forearms. She composed herself and made
it look as if everything was perfectly normal, with little
success. She had been caught teasing her student, and she
knew it. As calmly and as professional as possible, she
turned to the doorway.


Rohan was still standing there with his legs shaking. His
arms continued to shiver at his sides. The boy's heart
was pounding, and the anxiety of the whole situation was
unbearable. Rohan couldn't move. His tented jean
shorts continued to jut out from his body, causing a hurtful
pressure in his balls. Cautiously he turned to the voice
in the doorway. When he saw the woman standing there he whispered
apprehensively. "Mom."


"Aarti…I…" Mrs. Dimpy was at a loss for words.
Her best friend had just walked in and witnessed her ass
rubbing Rohan. She didn't know how to react, or what
the hell to say. She was stunned. She could feel the red filling
her tanned cheeks and her teeth began rattling fearfully.
Clenching her jaw tightly, she inconspicuously reached
up and flipped the opening of her blouse shut.


Mrs. Dimpy tried breaking the uncomfortable silence,
"Aarti…what…what's going on? You have a nice
day at work?"


"I did." Rohan's mother stood in the doorway
with one hand on her hip. She looked like the typical mother
who had caught her kids playing with matches. The anger
was painted across her face and it was obvious she wanted
answers.


Rohan's Mom continued, "You know it would've
been better if I didn't have to leave early to pick up
my son from detention. Detention? What the fuck Dimpy?"



"What do you mean?" Mrs. Dimpy played the innocent.
"He had to stay for a detention before graduation.
Otherwise he won't graduate. I don't make the
rules Aarti. I just enforce them."


"Ha!" Rohan's Mom cracked up. "And
what rule were you enforcing just now? Huh?"


Mrs. Dimpy opened her mouth to speak, but fell short. She
just stood there and kept her mouth shut.


"And what exactly do you teach Dimpy? ASSademics?"
Aarti chided.


Mrs. Dimpy looked away. She was embarrassed and didn't
want to give Aarti the satisfaction that she got to her.
Unfortunately Rohan's Mom had succeeded. So Mrs.
Dimpy crossed her arms to her chest and pouted.


Rohan, on the other hand, stood rigid as ever just watching
the exchange. He was getting fidgety and wanted to leave.



The two grown women stood there like prissy teenagers playing
a staring contest. Neither one of them wanted to break the
silence. Mrs. Dimpy had her professional pride to uphold,
and Aarti had her motherly pride. Both femmes were the same
in that regard and they'd been this way since their
teenage days. It was a routine that they were both used to
and their lives have always been a competition.


Finally, Rohan's Mom spoke, "Is this your idea
of proving me wrong? By seducing my son? By seducing Rohan?"



"Excuse me?!" Mrs. Dimpy suddenly broke her
muteness.


"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about Dimpy!"
Aarti's eyes were wide with resolve. The frown on her
face expressed everything.


Mrs. Dimpy rolled her eyes, "Aarti…lock the damn
door."


"Why?"


"If you're going to bring up personal stuff,
I don't want the whole damn faculty hearing."



"Fine." Aarti stepped completely into the
classroom, shut the door and locked it. She grabbed onto
the handle and gave it a good hard tug. It stayed locked.
"There. Happy?"


Rohan felt that his presence was an intrusion on this argument.
It was obviously none of his business, and he wanted to get
out of there.


"I think I'm gonna go." He started to walk
towards the door.


"You're not going anywhere." Rohan's
mother told him straight out.


Rohan froze.


As she looked at Rohan, she couldn't help but notice
the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. It shocked
her. Rohan's erect penis looked like it was bursting
through the zipper. For some reason, Aarti felt a warm tingle
surge through her legs. She didn't know why. The irate
mother couldn't explain it. Aarti was furious at the
whole situation. She looked at her son and thought about
what she had seen when she had first walked in. She saw her
best friend, Rohan's teacher, Rohant over and rubbing
her tight ass into his groin. She thought about that for
a moment. 'His…hard…long…bulging…' The strange
thoughts penetrated her mind against her will. It was weird
for Aarti to think about her son's penis. She's
never done that before. She chided herself. 'What
am I thinking?'


Mrs. Dimpy was getting frustrated, "Come on Aarti.
The kid doesn't need to hear this. Why don't you
just let him go?"


"Oh! And all this time I thought you wanted him to stay.
You perverted sex fiend." Aarti struck hard.


"Whoa! What are you talking about?" Mrs. Dimpy
played dumb. She knew where this was headed.


"Don't give me that shit. I saw you rubbing that
fine ass of yours all over his penis."


Mrs. Dimpy gulped.


Rohan's erection begun gaining strength again at
the mention of Mrs. Dimpy's butt. And when his Mom said
'penis' in reference to him…it made Rohan feel
a little bizarre.


Rohan's Mom continued, "The other day you told
me that you could seduce any man you wanted, no matter what
the circumstances. Is this what you meant?"


Mrs. Dimpy stood still and silent. She recalled the conversation
that had broken up their friendship. It was about this very
subject. She didn't know why it was such a big deal,
it was just talk. She had told Aarti that seducing the forbidden
was a challenge but not impossible. Then Aarti came back
with "forbidden was forbidden, and that you shouldn't
go after some people." For instance married men.
Mrs. Dimpy disagreed and this pissed Aarti off to no end.
To Aarti it was a respect thing. That you should respect
all marriages no matter what. Respect the partner of the
married man. Don't hurt people for the sake of your
own self-satisfaction. Just because you could seduce
a married guy, doesn't mean you should.


Anyway, that was the thing that disturbed Aarti. She was
so mad at Dimpy Darien for even suggesting that she would
do something like that. And just to prove that she could.
Aarti saw this as disrespectful and told her that she didn't
feel comfortable hanging around with someone who would
do something like that. Then they stopped talking. It had
been a few weeks and this was the first time they've
seen each other.


Mrs. Dimpy was getting tired of this exchange. "I
don't think this is the same thing Aarti. Rohan isn't
married."


"He's my son. And basically your nephew. What
were you thinking? He could be your son for Christ's
sake!" Aarti lectured her former friend.


"Only if I got knocked up when I was sixteen!"
Mrs. Dimpy countered.


"Fuck You Dimpy!!"


"Fuck You!!" Mrs. Dimpy shouted back.


Rohan couldn't believe this conversation was taking
place in front of him. He couldn't believe his mom and
Mrs. Dimpy were yelling at each other this way. This whole
thing made his already stomach do flip-flops.


Mrs. Dimpy looked over to where Rohan was standing. She
looked at his nervous face and started to look down his body.
Her eyes traced down his chest all the way to the delightful
package between his legs. Oh how she wanted to get into those
shorts and free the monster that was inside. It still pressed
on the zipper aching to break free.


Rohan's Mom followed Dimpy's eyes and found them
locking onto her son's erect penis. It was still hiding
inside the jean shorts but she could tell it was big. Her
own skin started to crawl as she gazed upon the hidden hardon.
She started feeling that strange feeling again where she
wanted to know what was in those shorts. The way his pants
were pushing out, it made the shorts look too small. 'Oh
God…what's going on here?' She thought to herself.
'Why am I thinking about my son's cock?…I don't
know!…His…long…hard…stiff…STOP IT!'


Rohan stared at the floor and didn't notice the two
sets of eyes boring into him. Even their silence didn't
catch his attention. He just stood there aimlessly with
his fingers gripping the sides of his pants.


Mrs. Dimpy looked away from Rohan's crotch and back
up to her friend. She was shocked. Her best friend surprised
the living daylights out of her. Aarti was looking at her
own son's tented shorts. 'Holy shit!' Aarti
was glaring at Rohan's cock, and from the sparkle in
her eye…she was enjoying it.


The student stood silently; unaware as to the several thoughts
about him that floated about the room.


Aarti began to feel heat coming from inside her body. No
matter how hard she concentrated, the warmth between her
legs smoldered. It scared her. Dimpy too was consumed with
a heat that wouldn't cease. She was being overwhelmed
by urges to ravish the young kid and scratch the itch amid
her thighs. As the beads of moisture formed on her face she
looked up at Aarti. She walked over to her best friend's
ear and whispered.


"You want him, don't you Aarti?"


Aarti was jolted out of her trance and turned her eyes slightly
to the side and looked at Dimpy.


"What?!" The mother sounded disgusted.


"You want your son. Admit it." Dimpy smirked
at her.


Aarti was getting flushed. She shook her head, but her eyes
were saying something else entirely. The fuzzy headed
mother was feeling something. But there was no way she was
going to admit it.


"No. I don't know what you're talking about."



Mrs. Dimpy continued, "I'm talking about forbidden
flesh, Aarti. I'm talking about seducing you kid.
I'm talking doing what you really want to do. Come on.
Just like in the old days. You remember."


Aarti timidly nodded her head, "Of course I remember.
Don't try and change the subject Dimpy. You got caught.
So now you're trying to confuse me and get out of trouble."



Dimpy's eyes widened, "Confuse you? That sounds
like an admission of guilt! You do want him! You sexy bitch!"



"SSsshhhh…I…" Aarti quivered, "You're
crazy. There's no way I would do that."


Dimpy knew she was making progress. The aura of sex was filling
the room quickly and Dimpy knew it. Once the aura caught
a hold of you, you become helpless to its pull. It was just
going to take a little more convincing, but not much. She
could see the sweat forming on Aarti's forehead. It
matted the top of her pretty red head. It was a sure-fire
sign that Aarti was getting enticed.


Dimpy walked back behind her friend and rested her chin
on her shoulder, "Look at him Aarti. Just take a good,
long look."


Rohan was yawning. He was focusing on the floor in front
of him as the two women studied him.


"He's so young Aarti. So young and strong. Can't
you see it Aarti?"


"He's my son. I don't know what you're
implying."


"Quite simply that he's ready to grow up now.
Who's going to help him do it Aarti? Who's going
to be the lucky bitch to take care of that hard rocket between
his legs? You're his mother Aarti. Who better than
you?" Dimpy was very persuasive when it came to matters
of the flesh. As her chin sat upon Aarti's shoulder
she could feel the twitching every time her son's cock
was mentioned.


"He's a shy boy Aarti. Sooo very shy and sweet.
He doesn't know how to do it himself. We can't deny
our services to a person in need. That's why I was helping
him. But now that you're here…" She trailed off.



"I can't. He's…he's…what about Don?"
Aarti's heart was pounding so hard she could hear it.



"What Don don't know won't hurt him."
Dimpy squeezed Aarti's ass softly.


Aarti squeaked, "Aahh!"


"SSSssshhh…" Dimpy hushed her, "Remember
the old days Aarti?"


The sexually excited mother nodded, "Uh-huh…"



"Yeah you remember…" Dimpy blew onto her ear.
Aarti sighed as the hand on her ass rubbed in little circles.



Aarti's breathing started to increase heavily. She
was still shaking her head, but her legs began trembling.
The degree of fear crossed her face, and yet the symptom
of lust was taking over. She was getting hot and didn't
know how to control it.


"No, I can't." Aarti said.


"But you want to, don't you Aarti?" Dimpy
stood waiting for an answer. She was on a roll. The warmth
between her legs was heating up. In the beginning she just
wanted to tease the boy, but now it seemed that neither her
nor Aarti was going to leave this room without getting what
their bodies desired.


"I…I…" Aarti searched for the right thing to
say. The sight of her aroused son stuck in a hot classroom
with two aroused women was stifling her motherly instincts.
On the outside she was his mother, but on the inside she was
a lust crazed female with a pussy that needed servicing.
Normally in an aroused state, she would simply go home and
fuck her husband Don. But her best friend was egging her
on like they were cheerleaders again. It was pushing her
over the limit.


"Come on Aarti. You need this. We need this. Your son…needs
this. Don't think. You're thinking too much.
Just think…hot…naked…hard…forbidden…sex. I know you
want it." Dimpy was persistent, and with her hand
massaging Aarti's firm behind, it was not hard to persuade
her. It was getting to a point that neither one of the ladies
would be able to get along with out something hard up their
pussies. So much stimulation and this was just thinking
about the young lad.


"He's…my son. Oh God. What are doing to me Dimpy?"
Aarti's struggling was becoming a losing battle.
She could feel the wetness moistening her pussy. She was
close to giving in. Extremely close.


Dimpy slid her hand down her best friend's arm and held
onto her hand. Their fingers interlaced and Dimpy pulled
her over to the oblivious boy. They walked over to him like
they were on a mission of exploration. One friend, Dimpy,
the confident one, while Aarti being the reluctant follower.
Aarti just went along with her as her arm was tugged in Rohan's
direction.


Rohan suddenly looked up as the two women were in front of
him. He had zoned out completely and was a little taken back
when he saw the females in front of him. He opened his mouth
and started to speak.


"Mom? When are we leaving?" It was suddenly
brought to his attention just how reddish and bothered
the girls' faces were. He looked at Mrs. Dimpy. She
was again biting her lower lip and stared at him through
the thin frames of her glasses. He was confused. Why was
she looking at him that way? It didn't make sense. This
was going to get him into trouble with his mom. So he turned
his attention to his mother.


"Mom?" Rohan asked.


"Oh god…Rohan…I…" Aarti felt like she was running
a fever.


Rohan watched her face turn red. She looked like she was
burning up, but she wasn't mad. It seemed as though
all the anger had leaked from her body and replaced with
something else entirely. Only he couldn't place it.
Her eyelids looked heavy, but she didn't look sleepy.
Her mouth was open slightly and she was breathing heavily.
However she was not out of breath.


"Mom…what's wrong?" Rohan asked of his
mother.


Aarti felt a bead of sweat drop from her face onto her shirt.
That suddenly made her aware that her nipples were hard
and sticking out of her shirt. She wore no bra and now it was
apparent.


Both women came right up to his body and stood in front of
him. They looked into his eyes with glazed expressions.
Their close proximity was bringing a strange feeling in
the pit of his stomach.


With a delayed reaction, Aarti looked at her son and said,
"Nothings wrong…I…we're not leaving…yet…"



Rohan took a step back. Mrs. Dimpy and his Mom walked closer.
So Rohan took another step back. Then the females closed
the gap. Rohan walked backwards until he slammed into the
chalkboard.


"Owwe!" Rohan exclaimed as he rubbed the back
of his head.


Both his teacher and mother walked so close that they pressed
their bodies into his and continued staring into his eyes.
Rohan was frightened. He stood their exchanging glances
with them and felt as their warm, sweet breath brushed past
his face.


"Are you okay Rohan? You hurt yourself?" Mrs.
Dimpy puffed out her lower lip in sympathy. "Awwwe,
poor baby."


"Huh?" The boy felt loopy.


Suddenly Rohan felt hands on his chest. He looked down and
saw that Mrs. Dimpy was lightly scratching him with her
nails.


"Mrs. Dimpy?" Rohan asked in puzzlement.


"Sshhhhhhhhhhh…let me ask you a question Rohan.
Can I ask you a question?"


The lump in Rohan's throat eased down his gullet slowly
as her deep sensuous voice spoke to him.


She continued, "Have you ever thought about us naked?"



His head bumped into the chalkboard again. He didn't
reach up to rub it this time. He just stood there wide-eyed
and looked deep into the eyes of his teacher. Rohan didn't
answer her question.


Mrs. Dimpy smirked, "I'll ask again. Have you
ever thought about myself and your Mom naked before? You
know…in the nude?" She leaned in and kissed the corner
of his mouth softly.


"Ummm…Mom?" Rohan jerked his head when he felt
Mrs. Dimpy's hot lips press against his face.


Aarti answered him, "Rohan?" She paused then
asked, "Have you?"


"I…I…Mom…this is…uh…Mrs. Dimpy?" He looked
at the ceiling.


As soon as his head rotated upwards he felt two sets of lips
start to slowly kiss his neck. The soft pecking of his Mom
and teacher's lips on his skin sent shivers to his cock.
It pressed even harder than before on his zipper. He then
felt four hands caressing his midsection. His Mom was massaging
his chest and Mrs. Dimpy was reaching around his back.


"Answer my question Rohan." Mrs. Dimpy insisted.
She extended her tongue and began licking his neck until
he brought his head back down to her level. He looked at her
with a frightened expression. He had never been this far
with any girl before. And the fact that it was two women,
one being his teacher and the other being his mom was twisting
his world upside-down. Mrs. Dimpy noticed his virginal
apprehension and shuddered excitedly. She couldn't
believe this was happening.


Rohan's teacher began to make out with him "Hhmmm….Rohan….hhhmmmm…"
Mrs. Dimpy hummed into the mouth of her student.


Aarti started to suck on his ear lobe and continued to her
feel up of her son. She reached a hand back behind him and
grabbed onto his butt. She squeezed his cheek and pulled
herself into him tightly. She could feel his cock pressing
through their clothes and she was relishing in it.


Rohan fidgeted with fright as he felt his Mom's hand
on his ass. His mouth was busy swallowing Mrs. Dimpy's
tongue that he didn't notice that her hand was also
roaming down his back to the other cheek. Suddenly her hand
was there and she too squeezed and pulled herself into his
body.


"Uhhhh…Mom…ooohhh…Mrs. Dimpy…" Rohan moaned
in between breaths.


"Yes son?" Aarti brought her face around to
her son's as he broke the kiss with his teacher. Immediately
following was his Mom's tongue into his mouth. Nervously
Rohan did the same for her that he did with his teacher. Their
tongues and lips were swallowing everything the other
would give. His mom was also the humming type when she kissed.



"Hhhmmm…hhhmmmm…oh God Rohan…hhmmmm…" The
sound of his Mom's erotic, breathless words was driving
him insane.


"Rohan? Why don't you answer my question? Huh?"
Mrs. Dimpy was not giving up. She loved to torture her lovers.
Especially this one. She could make this kid do or say anything
with the right motivation. She watched as he made out with
his Mom and looked down between their pressing bodies.
Then she thought of the right motivation.


She took her hand and slid it down his chest. She slid it all
the way down the waist of his shorts. Without unbuttoning
him or unzipping his fly she slid her hand right into his
pants and into his boxers. Mrs. Dimpy grasped his throbbing
member in her hand and squeezed it hard.


He broke away from his Mom's lips, "AAAaahhh!
Holy shit! Mrs. Dimpy!" Rohan practically yelled
as fingers wrapped around his cock and started to pump madly.
His cock was still locked away and it hurt wonderfully as
she started to jack him with little room to move in. Her fingers
jerked up and down his foreskin, which squAartied the head
of his cock into the front of his jeans.


"Ooohh…fuck…oh God…Mrs. Dimpy…" Rohan groaned.



"All in good time. First answer my question."
She continued her hand job of the trembling boy.


Aarti grabbed Rohan's face and brought it back to her
lips, "I wasn't finished." Again she shoved
her tongue into his quivering mouth. All the while he moaned
into his Mom's face as Mrs. Dimpy shook his cock furiously
with her hand.


"Uhhhh…Mom…hhmm…"


The heated mother's head was reeling. She sucked her
son's tongue and was overwhelmed with guilt. She knew
she had to stop this and stop soon. But her hip was rubbing
against the side of Rohan's cock as it was jacked back
and forth by her best friend. The sensations were sending
electric currents to her pussy.


Mrs. Dimpy asked again, "Have you ever thought about
us naked, Rohan?"


"This is too much!" Rohan broke away from his
Mom's mouth. He leaned his head back and again looked
towards the ceiling. " I can't…Uhh…take this…Ooohh…"



His Mom pouted as her tongue slipped from his mouth. His
grunting at what Dimpy was doing to him made her shudder.
Her own hand was clawing the center of his chest like a cat
in heat. Her breathing was hot and heavy. She looked down
at his pants. The crotch was jumping up and down with every
jerk of Dimpy's hand. She couldn't stand to watch
any longer. Aarti slid her own hand into his shorts grabbed
the base of his hard penis. She started to jack him along
with her best friend, "Oh you'll take it Rohan."



"Mom! OH GOD!"


The two older women shook their hands wildly up and down
his engorged shaft. His body jerked and bounced against
the chalkboard sending chalk dust everywhere. He hit his
head several times. Mrs. Dimpy was smiling at the forbidden
situation they were in. She looked at her friend's
face. Aarti wasn't smiling, but her lust filled eyes
said it all. She was in a seventh heaven of pure excitement.
Aarti looked like a full on sexual robot with no emotion
except ultimate desire. The muscles on her arms flexed
as it extended down into his shorts.


"Come on Rohan. Tell us." Aarti asked her young
boy.


"I…I…" Rohan stuttered.


"Have you ever wanted to see us in the buff?"
Mrs. Dimpy asked again. Her wrist was getting sore from
his waistband digging into her skin. However she did not
relent. She continued to squeeze and shake his cock between
her fingers maliciously. And she did not plan on stopping
until she got her answer.


"I…can't…this is…ooohhh fuck…I…" Rohan
was standing on his tiptoes. He had to grab hold of the women's
shoulders for support; otherwise he was going to fall over.



Aarti began to blow on her son's straining neck and
pressed her hips against his vibrating leg, "If you
don't tell us, we might stop. Have you or have you not,
ever wanted, to see us with not clothes on?"


"YES!!! FUCKING SHIT YES!!!"


Mrs. Dimpy laughed, "Yes what, Rohan?" She
began a rigorous attack. She pulled on his cock like a jackhammer.
Aarti smirked at this and joined her friend. Both women
showed no mercy as they shook and pulled on his foreskin
like mad, horny, bitches.


"Yes!…I have…wanted to see you naked! Ooohh God…this
is…ooohh fuck….Mom…Mrs. Dimpy.


"Both of us?" Dimpy giggled.


"Uh…HUH!…OOOooohhh…" Rohan felt faint.


Mrs. Dimpy pulled her hand out of his pants. Aarti followed
suit and they both took a step back from the increasingly
aroused boy. Rohan felt relief, fear, and anticipation
all at the same time. He thought his cock would explode.



"We don't want you coming too early." Mrs.
Dimpy stated as she started to undress. She looked over
at Aarti who all of a sudden looked to be having an attack
of conscience. Her face turned a faint white when she looked
at her son's knob practically breaking through the
metal tangs.


"What have I done?" Aarti asked her self with
shame. "Oh God…what have I done?"


"Aarti…it's fine." Dimpy's blouse
fell to the floor.


"NO…it's not fine…holy shit…" She started
hyperventilating. She saw the panic and excitement in
Rohan's face and suddenly thought about apologizing
profusely. "Oh Rohan…honey…I…"


Dimpy didn't want this to stop now and there's
no way she was going to let Aarti spoil it. She had to think
quickly. She walked over to Rohan and unbuttoned his shorts.
She turned her head to see Aarti's face.


"I…God Rohan, can you ever…oh shit…what am I doing?"
Aarti asked again.


Dimpy then unzipped the kid's fly and the jean shorts
fell around his ankles. The only thing holding his stiff
pole in was the pair of boxer shorts. When she reached inside
his boxers, both of Rohan's hands grabbed hers.


"Wait!" Rohan was truly scared. He yanked her
hand away.


"Awwe, Rohan." His teacher kissed his neck,
"What is it?"


"I…I…don't know."


"Yes you do." She brought her mouth up to his.



"It's just…" He hesitated then said, "What
if I'm not…" He gulped, "Not…a good size."



She bit her lip and blushed, "Oh God Rohan…you have
no idea do you?" Her tongue entered his mouth and whined
when his tongue entered hers.


She broke away, "Poor Rohan. All pent up and nothing
to fuck." She gently brought her hand up to the center
of his chest. As done earlier, she started to slide it downwards.



Rohan felt her hand moving in the same manner as before.
He took a quick intake of breath.


"Sorry, Rohan. Need to do this again. Need to temp
your mother into staying."


Dimpy felt his chest heave up and down. It was getting heavier
and heavier as she once again slid her hand into his boxers.



"Uuhhh…God…" Rohan moaned as Mrs. Dimpy grasped
his cock and aimed it out the opening. The opening in the
fabric parted as his cock slid through. He moaned as the
material ran down the length. His cock hit the naked air
and sprouted out before his Mom.


Aarti's eyes popped open and looked down at the hardon
in front of her.


"Oh God, what am I doing?" Aarti asked herself
breathlessly. She suddenly dropped to her knees.


"Mom?" The nervousness returned ten fold as
he witnessed his mother inch closer to his prick.


Suddenly her mouth opened, but she didn't talk. He
saw the glistening of her lips and the moist tongue come
out and touch the head of his penis. She immediately started
to lick the head with reckless abandon.


"Oooh Mom!…Mom…oh Mom…" Rohan uttered softly.



The sound of her son moaning for her was hypnotizing. She
then placed her lips over his head and began to slide down
until her nose touched his firm stomach. Without thinking
about it she started to bob her up and down ferociously on
his cock. Every time she came up she sucked on it like a dirt
devil. Every time she went down she dragged her tongue on
the underside. Her tongue licked up as she sucked on him
hard.


"Oooohh Mom…Oohh Mom…Oohhh fuck Mom…" Rohan
was yelling to his mom. Every time his cock touched the back
of her throat he shivered.


Mrs. Dimpy finished undressing herself while her friend
kept her mouth occupied. She threw all her clothes in a pile
including her black lingerie. The only thing she had on
was her thigh high stockings and her glasses.


As his mother sucked him like crazy, he looked up to see Mrs.
Dimpy. She stood before him looking like every male student's
fantasy. An extremely hot teacher, that he's fantasized
about many times, standing there completely naked. Her
hair up in a bun and her glasses slightly fogged from her
body heat. He watched as she came up and straddled his Mom's
back. She inched closer to him rubbing her naked pussy into
her friend's bobbing head. Every time his Mom bobbed
up, Mrs. Dimpy gasped at the contact to her pussy lips.


"Uhhh…oh Aarti…suck him good…Uhh…oh yeah…"
She stood before him and put her hands on his shoulders.
She leaned into him and pressed her hardened nipples into
his chest and dry humped his AB muscles.


"Rohan?" She was inches away from his face.



"Ohhhh…fuck…Uhhhh…fuck…Mom…" His eyes closed
as his Mom was doing unbelievable things to him with her
tongue.


Mrs. Dimpy spoke again, "Rohan?" He opened
his eyes and looked at the teacher. "How do you feel?"



There was a pause as another sensation racked his body,
but he finally responded, "Fine…uhhhh…fuck….ohhh
God…fine…"


Mrs. Dimpy did her trade mark bottom lip bite and smirked,
"Just fine, Rohan? Sounds more than fine."



"UUUUuhhhhhh! Oh fucking fuck! Mom…soooo fucking….fine!"
Rohan was again straining up on his tiptoes.


Mrs. Dimpy clasped the back of his head and brought it back
down to eye level. "I'm sorry Rohan."


"Uuhhh…" Rohan moaned, "For…what?"



"For making you serve detention." She brought
her finger up to his open mouth and traced his lips slowly.
Sweat was pouring down his face and it was difficult for
her to stay inside the lines. "Do you forgive me Rohan?"



"Uuuhhh…oohhhhh…Mom….your mouth….ooooooohhhhh…"
Rohan couldn't concentrate as his horny mother persistently
sucked on his raging hardon.


"Rohan, you're not answering me again."
Mrs. Dimpy made sad face at the boy. She teased him, trying
to make him feel guilty.


"What?…Oohh! Uhhh!"


"I said…do you forgive me for making you serve detention?"
She milked it for all she was worth. She rubbed her nipples
up and down his chest and kissed the side of his mouth again.
"I don't think I could stand it if you didn't
forgive me."


"…..Oooohhh…Mom…mouth warm…uhhhhh…Mom…sucking…"



"Come on Rohan." She closed her lips over his
and proceeded to make out with him. As they started to swap
tongues with each other, Rohan wrapped his arms around
her naked backside and held the perfect globes of her ass.



"HHHhmm!!" Mrs. Dimpy was a little shocked
by his boldness. But she went with it and enjoyed his hands
touching her. She loved it when his fingers dug into her
flesh. He was like a kid in a candy store. She cooed when he
spread them open and pulled her up and into his body. This
forced her up on her tiptoes. The teacher closed her eyes
and continued to dry hump him as his young, strong hands
pulled them together.


The sight was amazing. If anyone were to walk into the room
they would see a student pressed up against a chalkboard.
His clothed 34-year-old red-headed mother knelt in front
of him sucking on his penis. And a naked brunette teacher
straddling the red's head, and pressing her tits and
crotch into the boy while making out with him.


After several minutes in this position, Mrs. Dimpy broke
the kiss and got off of Aarti. Rohan was still moaning as
his Mom, unfinished in her task, sucked her son with a renewed
fierceness.


"Ooohhh Mom…ooohhh Mom….God..ooohhh…" Rohan
held the back of his mother's head as she bounced her
head back and forth, dragging her wet lips up and down his
prick. Aarti's head twisted all around giving her
boy a full range of pleasure on all sides of his prick.


"Come on Aarti. Give the boy a break." Rohan
watched as Mrs. Dimpy bent down and lifted his Mom off his
cock and onto her feet.


"Nooooo!" Aarti whined as she was torn from
the treat she wasn't finished eating.


Dimpy laughed. "Relax Aarti. Shit, I've never
seen you like this. It's okay. We're not done yet."



Aarti's breathing was rapid and deep. Her hot and seductive
eyes were staring her son in the face with anxious waiting.



"Mom? I…I…oh God…I…" Rohan saw the look in his
Mom's face and it scared him. This whole thing was way
too much at once. His mother was craving his cock like it
was the best thing she'd ever had in her mouth. He didn't
know how to handle it. His teacher, Mrs. Dimpy, was obviously
up to something. She had told his mother it wasn't over
yet, and he believed her. He didn't know what to do.
His own breathing became quicker at the look in Mrs. Dimpy's
eyes. His heart was beating out of his chest and he felt like
passing out.


Aarti started to struggle away from her best friend's
hold. She was desperately trying to get back to her son's
rigid shaft. Dimpy thought this was unbelievable. Her
plan had worked better than she had thought. She had tempted
her friend with the forbidden fruit of her son's cock,
and Aarti went for it full force. In fact she practically
had to subdue Aarti from breaking away and returning to
her blowjob.


"Relax Aarti!" Dimpy giggled, "You'll
get more of that, soon. Just relax. First let's get
you undressed." Aarti stood there silently and with
lustful expression. She stared her son down like a predator
eyeing its prey. Dimpy began to remove Aarti's top.
She grabbed the bottom and lifted it up revealing her round
tits.


"No bra Aarti?" Dimpy asked. She brought the
shirt up but stopped. She struggled to get Aarti's
arms up by to no avail. "Hey Aarti, lift your arms baby."
Slowly the horny mother lifted her arms and allowed her
friend to remove the shirt. Aarti's tits were so firm
and perky; she hardly needed a bra. Her nipples were already
sticking out towards the eyes of her son. Next, Dimpy removed
Aarti's business slacks by sliding them down her incredible
legs.


Rohan felt a throbbing in his head as his Mom's cotton
panties came into view. Her pussy lips poked through the
cotton and were easy to see. A small triangle of red hair
was trimmed neatly above her lips. Rohan felt his mouth
water.


Dimpy then placed her fingers in the waist of Aarti's
cotton panties and pulled them down to the floor.


Rohan about had a heart attack. His legs started to buckle
and he began sliding down the wall.


"Oh no you don't" Dimpy ran over to the collapsing
boy and put an arm over her shoulder. "Aarti, help
me."


Rohan's Mom walked over to her slipping child and put
his other arm over her own shoulder.


Together the women lifted the young boy up and dragged him
over to Mrs. Dimpy's chair. He sat down and tried to
sit up. He scooted up in the chair and leaned his head back.
His collapsing eyelids opened slightly to see the two incredible
women, naked, horny, and standing before him looking down
at his tall standing erection.


Dimpy looked at Aarti, "Who's going first Aarti?"



Rohan's Mom didn't answer. She just stood before
her son and breathed heavily. Her pert tits just heaved
up and down as her new motherly urges kicked into overdrive.



"Aarti? You wanna flip for it?"


Aarti looked from her son to her friend. "Do you really
have to ask?"


With that Aarti took a step forward and straddled her son
in the chair. Grabbing hold of his shoulders she pulled
herself forward into position above his steel rod. She
kept her legs on the ground for bouncing support and lowered
herself onto him.


Rohan held each side of her firm belly and stared tiredly
at her tits in front of him.


Her small, tight pussy lips spread as they touched the head
of his cock and slid down his shaft tightly.


"UUUUUhhhhh…Rohan…baby…oh shit! OOOohhh!"
Aarti yelled as she sunk all the way down.


"Mom…I…oh God…Mom…this isn't right…Oohhh!"
Rohan uttered weakly as his Mom started to bounce up and
down.


"I…OHHH…


The sensations flooded his body. She rocked him up and down
in the chair causing it to squeak and roll on its wheels.



"OOOooohhhhh…fuck…..Rohan Fucking Damn It!…Sooo
Good!" The chair slid back against the wall and Rohan
bumped his head. But Aarti didn't notice, nor did she
care. The only feeling she was interested in was feeling
she got when her son's enormous cock slid in and out
of her pussy.


Dimpy leaned over and started to suck on one of Aarti's
nipples. Then she turned her head and sucked on Rohan's
tongue.


"Oohhh…Mrs. Dimpy…Uuhhhh…fuck…Mom….Oohh Mrs.
Dimpy…" Rohan was in utter pleasure. He couldn't
think straight as his Mom sprung herself up and down on his
cock like a pogo stick. She was possessed. Aarti felt like
she could do this non-stop forever.


"Rohan…hahhhaa…oh fuck Rohan…uahhhh…oooohhhhh…Rohan…"
Aarti groaned and moaned as she banged her son repeatedly.



"Mom…ohhhhh…Mom…so tight…fucking tight Mom…"



"Call me Mommy…OOOoohhh Rohan…call me Mommy…"
Aarti instructed her son.


"Oh God Mommy….Ughhh…so tight…Mommy…sooooo tight….."
Rohan obeyed his Mother.


Dimpy stood idly by and watched chair with the fucking mother
and son. The sight was too much and she began to frig herself
wildly. Her two fingers inserted into her pussy and she
began a fierce stroking on her clit.


"Oh you two…soooo fucking hot Aarti…fuck Rohan hard…fuck
him hard and fast Aarti…" Dimpy encouraged the bouncing
mother as she started to lightly spank her clit. As she watched
Aarti heed her advice and pick up the pace on Rohan's
prick, Dimpy's spanking increased.


Rohan was huffing loudly and turned his head to the masturbating
teacher. The sight of her getting off as his Mom fucked him
hard was sending extra signals of arousal to his brain.
At first he couldn't tell what the signal was instructing,
but soon figured it out. He held tightly to his Mom's
bouncing ass so she wouldn't fall off as she jumped
up and down. Then he leaned his head over to the self-pleasuring
teacher.


"Ooohhh…Mrs. Dimpy…sooooo nice…uuuhhhh…Mrs.
Dimpy…"


She kept up her pussy spanking and looked lustfully down
at the young boy. She wasn't sure what he was doing but
it looked as though he was falling out of the chair. That
wasn't surprising, by the way that Aarti was fucking
him, but something told her that wasn't it.


She inched closer to his head.


"Ooohhh…Mrs. Dimpy…soooo smooth…uhhh God Mrs.
Dimpy…soooo nice and smooth…"


When she got closer to the moaning teenager, she realized
that her pussy was level with his mouth. She groaned loudly
when she realized she was going to get a little relief, not
by her own hand. She straightened her body upwards and spread
her pussy with two fingers. She reached his awaiting mouth
as he extended his tongue. Then the lust crazed boy proceeding
in licking her pussy with his head arched to side. She ran
her hands through his hair and leaned her head back.


"OOOOooooohhhhhh Rohan!!"


Mrs. Dimpy was impressed. This kid was in the middle of the
fuck of the century. Yet he still had the courage, will,
and energy to lick her pussy.


Dimpy moaned as his tongue began flicking her clit, "Oh..OH..oh…OH…Rohan..fuck…oh..Oh"



Meanwhile Aarti was reaching down between herself and
her son and started spanking her own clit as his massive
shaft penetrated her. Aarti had been transformed into
the Energizer Bunny and was fucking him like a bunny as well.
Dimpy was stunned the kid hadn't come yet. She hoped
she would get a little of this kid before the night was over.
The janitors should be around a little later to clean the
rooms. That had Dimpy a little concerned, because the janitors
had keys. Also, the school hallway echoed a lot. She just
hoped that no one could hear the intense incestuous threesome
going on in her classroom. Thoughts of her losing her job
floated through her head briefly. But then she was brought
out of it by the teenage tongue that was fucking her insides.



"OH! Rohan…OH..UH…fuck Rohan…your tongue…UH…uh…"
Dimpy moaned as his tongue slid up her inner wall.


Aarti watched as her son tongue fucked her best friend and
it only caused her to fuck him harder. Everything she had
in her, she fucked and fucked until her eyes rolled back
into head. Her husband had never turned her on this bad before.
Despite her son's nervousness and shyness, Aarti
promised herself she was going to fuck him again…and again…and
again. She was going to force him if she had to. This was too
intense to quit cold turkey. She'd have to cut down
in stride, and in smaller installments. Only Aarti knew
that this drug was going to be abused until she died from
it.


Aarti reached down and grabbed hold of the base of his cock.
She bounced harder and bumped her hand into her fist with
every hump.


"Oh God Rohan…shit…OOOoooohhh…My God…Uhhhh…Aahhh…OH…I'm
cumming Rohan…" Aarti explained.


This got Rohan's attention and he brought his face
out of Mrs. Dimpy's pussy and looked up at his Mom. Aarti
let go of his base and took his face in her hands. She leaned
down and began to make out with him.


"HHhhmmm…Oh Rohan…baby…I'm cuuummmiiiinnnngggggg…call
me Mommy!…"


"Mommy…..ohhhhh Mommy…sooooo tight…soooo warm….Mommy…..oh
God Mommy…." Rohan ached and groaned as his hot red
mother rode his cock like a cowgirl.


"Here it comes….Uh…almost…Ronnnyyyy…ohhhhh fuck…here
it is…" Aarti warned.


Dimpy leaned down again and took Aarti's nipple between
her teeth. Lightly, she started to bite down.


"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..…Ronnyyyy…"
Aarti screeched a loud wail as her pussy exploded with orgasmic
fire. Her orgasm racked her body and she shook like she required
an exorcism.


Aarti hadn't called him 'Ronny' since he
was a child. This encouraged him more, "Mommy…..gooood
Mommy…….soooo warm…….OH shit Mommy, soooo wet and tight….Uhhh…"
Rohan seemed almost surprised that his Mom had an orgasm.
His face was painted red from blushing that his Mom had a
tremendous climax while riding his erection. The look
on his face made Mrs. Dimpy giggle.


After Aarti's orgasm subsided, she slowly started
to lift herself off of her son's still erect cock. Her
legs were shaky. She had to push herself off by using Rohan's
shoulders for leverage.


Dimpy helped by holding her up under the arms and lifted.



As her incredibly wet and tight pussy slid off his cock,
Rohan groaned when the head of his dick hit the cold air of
the room.


He sighed loudly, "Aaaaahhhh…"


Dimpy heard his moan and turned to look at him. She couldn't
believe her good fortune. The boy was still standing tall.
Like The Leaning Tower of Pisa. Always standing sideways,
but never falling. She brought her best friend up and sat
her on the edge of the desk. Aarti sat her tender ass down
on the edge and faced the direction in which her son sat on
the chair.


Aarti's tired face looked at her son and breathed heavily
in his direction. Her face was beet red and her wetness was
leaking onto Dimpy's desk. Rohan watched her looking
back at him with utter bewilderment and surreal. He didn't
know what to say to her. His Mom. His absolutely fine ass
mother with a mouth that would make a Hoover jealous.


As Rohan stared into her eyes, a smooth tanned pussy suddenly
blocked his view. He looked up and there was Mrs. Dimpy looking
down upon him. And yes, once again, she was biting her lower
lip seductively causing Rohan's world to spin out
of control.


"Rohan? You're not finished are you?"
She asked teasingly. "You wanna stop now?"



"God…Mrs. Dimpy…you…I…" He didn't know
what he was trying to say. Just the sight of her naked body
clad only in stockings and those glasses gave Rohan the
fantasy of the brainy girl that turned out to be a hottie
in disguise.


"I tell you what Rohan. This is your last day of high
school. You're 18 now. And I feel horrible for making
you stay after school. So now I'm going to make it up
to you. You know how, Rohan?"


Rohan sat there silently. His cock aching for relief.


Mrs. Dimpy smiling wildly, "I'm…going to fuck
your brains out Rohan. What do you think?"


Again Rohan said nothing.


The naked teacher rolled her eyes playfully, "Jeez
Rohan. You're not much of a talker. I hope you talk more
in college. That's the key to socializing, you know?"



Rohan shook his head in agreement.


"That's okay. I have ways of making you talk.
I never would've made it in college had I not known how
to fuck. Especially the teachers." She giggled to
herself with that little white lie. She knew this kid was
getting something most kids only dream about. Dimpy never
actually got the opportunity to fuck any of her teachers.
There were a few that she wanted to, but opportunity never
came a knocking.


"I'm going to give you a choice now, Rohan."
She stood there before him and spread her legs slightly.
"I can fuck you by riding in front like you're
Mom did? Or?" Then she spun around with her back to
him. "I can fuck you this way. Either way…I'm
going to screw that nice prick of yours till you're
empty." She smiled at Aarti who was leaning back on
her arms, legs hanging off the desk watching the show. Aarti
was still recovering from her incestuous fuckfest. Dimpy
knew she looked like she could go a few more rounds later
on, but right now she was beat.

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More PLEASE!!.......

3/23/2009

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cool I agree MOOOOOORRRRREEEEEEEE LOTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSS MOOOOOOOOORE

3/24/2009

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wow.. I love the length.. and would love to see more... please
share more.

3/25/2009

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WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy $&*@ what a story....OMG!!!
That is is $*@(!)# awesome, I too have teachers I wanted
to $(@! but never got the chance....my mom....not so much...but
wow....I was lucky enough to have a 3some my jr year but never
like that.....plase finish the story!!!!


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4/1/2009

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Agreat well written story but needs abit off refining hope
there is apart 2

4/3/2009

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Rohan!! in detention u got a nice experience..is not it??

4/3/2009

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Fuck thats got to be the best incest story I have ever read.
I hope to see more of the story real soon.

5/21/2009

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This is the BEST story I ever have gone through
in my whole life[/SIZE
], the really best I have read

5/22/2009

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very very good, i must say i am impressed

9/14/2010

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Talk about a passing grade.

11/24/2010

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good going

11/27/2010