Chapter 35

The sound of someone stubbing their toe and making a small noise of pain brought Jason out of a deep sleep. He rubbed at his eyes and looked at his surroundings in confusion for a moment - it took him a second to realise that the unfamiliar room he was in was in fact his teacher’s bedroom. His searching eyes found the naked form of the woman in question as she looked over at him apologetically from the foot of the bed.

“Sorry, Jason.” Karla murmured in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s alright.” Jason mumbled, sitting up in bed. “What time is it?”

“6:30.” Karla replied.

“6:30?” Jason said, his voice incredulous. “What are you doing up?”

“I need to prepare a few things before work.” Karla explained, sighing a little in resignation. “So I planned to sneak out and let you sleep for a while longer. It didn’t go exactly to plan.”

“It’s alright.” Jason assured her, raising his arms above his head in a long stretch. “I’m not feeling tired - I slept like a log.”

“Did I wear you out?” Karla teased.

“Maybe.” Jason said, grinning. “Totally worth it.”

“Agreed.” Karla said, flashing him a teasing half-smile. “Do you want to join me in the shower?”

“Tempting.” Jason said truthfully. He flickered his gaze up and down his teacher’s pale body appreciatively. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of seeing her nude. “But I should leave you to it if you need to get stuff done before work. Don’t worry about me - I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure.” Karla murmured. She took a few steps towards the doorway before looking back over her shoulder at him while cocking her hip. “If you change you’re mind...”

“I know where to find you.” Jason laughed. “Go.”

Karla smiled at him one more time before exiting her bedroom. Jason flopped back onto her bed and sighed in contentment; the bedding was impregnated with Karla’s scent, and he nuzzled the pillows while smiling at the memory of last night. Before they had fallen asleep they’d had sex one last time and Jason thought that the image of his teacher on her back in her own bed - her legs and arms spread wide in invitation - would forever be with him. It had been an entirely different experience coming to see her in her apartment. It had felt ... realer somehow.

Jason heard the shower going and gave a thought to getting out of bed and joining his teacher but regretfully decided he better not. If Karla had tried to sneak out of bed she must really need to do some prep before her classes. Besides - he kind of wanted to save himself for later on today.

Jason had exchanged texts with Emma the night before - Karla had been reading over his shoulder and offering up suggestions the entire time; something that seemed perfectly natural to Jason but something he was sure that Emma would have found mortifying considering how suggestive she had been. In between the flirtations, they had worked out that Emma would come over to Jason’s house a little after lunch. He’d offered to pick her up - if not from school then at least from her house - but she had declined, saying she wanted to get ready by herself. Jason was fairly sure she was planning on some sort of surprise but he had been unable to get anything out of her. While he did feel like there wasn’t something quite right in making his girlfriend make her own way to his house, he did have to concede it really wasn’t all that far.

Jason was actually feeling a little nervous at the prospect of having sex with Emma; not that he didn’t want to - far from it! His nerves were more stemming from the fact that he wasn’t sure it was something that was going to happen straight away or if he was going to have to lead up to it. It was incredibly hot how forward Emma had been lately - especially considering their somewhat rocky start - but he doubted she wanted to be bent over the couch as soon as he got her inside the door. Even if the thought of taking her like that did make his dick throb in anticipation.

However things ended up, he didn’t want to take the edge of their first time together by having sex with his teacher. There would be plenty of time to do that in the future after all - that was one of there perks in having a woman bound to him.

That reminded Jason that he wanted to talk to his mother today as well so he reached over to the side table and grabbed his phone. He was fairly sure that she didn’t have a meditation class this morning but he sent her a quick text to see what her movements were today.

Jason - Are you teaching a class this morning?

Helen - No, baby - I’m home all day ;)

Jason smirked to himself at his mother using emojis.

J - Good :) I want to talk to you about something. I should be home about 9 H - I’ll look forward to it, sweetie. No school?

J - Not today

Jason thought for a moment. One of the things he wanted to do before Emma arrived was give his room a tidy, but if his mother wasn’t busy today there was no reason why he couldn’t get her to do it for him. It wasn’t like he overly enjoyed cleaning up anyway.

J - Can you give my room a clean this morning?

H - Of course, baby! I’ll see you when you get home :)

Jason put his phone down and stretched again. If his mother was going to give his room a tidy up then he could relax a little. With that thought in mind he allowed his eyes to close and he felt himself begin to drift off into a light doze. Even if he hadn’t said anything, he felt confident that Karla would wake him if he stayed in bed too long - if for no other reason than to say goodbye and to wish him luck for the upcoming day. She knew he was skipping school today to be with Emma and had seemed very excited and happy for him.

Jason had slept right through until the time when Karla had to leave for work. She had gently shaken him awake and had planted a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth before he had been fully aware of his surroundings. It was a very pleasant way to wake up, and Jason’s mouth had curved upwards into a smile before the kiss had even ended. Karla had teased him about ignoring her all morning and told him that he was welcome to any of the food in the kitchen. He said his farewells to his teacher and said he would lock the door behind him on his way out.

After Karla had left, Jason grabbed a quick shower and made a few pieces of toast for breakfast. It felt a little strange being alone in Karla’s apartment now that she was gone, and he didn’t linger. He gave the kitchen a quick once over and then let himself out the front door - heading down the stairwell to where he had parked the car the night before. Jason had thought he would get back home earlier than he had said, but he hadn’t counted on the morning traffic. By the time he arrived at his house it was closer to 9:30 than 9:00.

He let himself inside and looked around the living room and kitchen but couldn’t find anyone. He called out and he heard his mother give a muffled reply from upstairs. Shrugging to himself that she must still be cleaning his room, Jason made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. The door was almost closed so he couldn’t see inside initially, and so he pushed his way inside not expecting to find anything apart from his mother making his bed or something similar. What he found though made his jaw drop.

“Morning, sweetie.” Helen purred throatily, as she sat on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed. “I’ve missed you, Jason.”

“Holy shit.” Jason breathed out.

Jason had forgotten what his mother had said a few nights back about getting an outfit just for when she was cleaning his room. Making plans with Emma, having fun with Karla, and all the revelations with Sarah, had meant that it had completely flown his mind. Looking at his mother now though made him wonder how that had been possible.

Helen was dressed in an incredibly flimsy looking french maid outfit. There was a tight corset around her middle that made her already hourglass figure look like it was something out of a wet dream. The front of the outfit didn’t have a neckline as much as it simply propped up his mother’s generous cleavage - Jason was almost certain that if she leant forward her breasts would completely spill out. The frilly skirt might as well have not been there at all for how much of her smooth thighs it covered, and her legs were covered in black fishnet half-stockings coupled with a garter belt. To top it all off she was wearing a black pair of what looked like 6 inch heels.

In short, she looked like someone that had dressed themself up to be used and enjoyed.

“Do you like?” Helen said, smiling knowingly at her son. She uncrossed and then recrossed her legs; making a show of smoothing out the tiny skirt she was wearing. “I’ve been waiting for you to get home.”

“Did you, ah -” Jason swallowed - acutely aware of how uncomfortably tight the front of his pants felt. Even though he had intended to save himself for Emma, he was eyeing his mother hungrily - there was only so much self control he could be expected to have. Seeing his beautiful mother dressed like some kind of high-class whore was a new level of perversion that was stoking his desires strongly. “Did you actually clean my room dressed like that?”

“Of course, baby.” Helen winked. She gracefully swung her legs down to the ground and stood up. The high heels made her seem much taller than usual and really accentuated the curves of her calves and thighs. “Although I was planning on you finding me in the middle of cleaning - remember what I told you before? That you could just take me in the middle of tidying up? But you were a little late and I missed out.”

Helen pouted at her son with a teasingly dejected look on her lovely face. Jason swallowed again while looking at the wet-dream that was his mom.

“See? Like this.” Helen winked. She turned around and leant forward while making a show of fussing with his freshly made bedsheets. While she was bending over the small skirt did nothing to cover her rounded ass. The tiny black thong she was wearing was so tight that it was pulling between the lips of her pussy. “I was going to be busy, and then if you were so inclined -”