Chapter 3

"James, will you stay a moment?" The last bell of the day had rung and everyone was heading out. There were only three weeks left before graduation and my final assignment for current events had been handed-in the day before. We had an oral presentation to do yet. I figured that Mrs. Jackson had some questions about my paper or about my oral presentation the following week. I was an "A" student so I was not worried, just puzzled. She had never asked me to meet with her before. Her husband was the swim and water polo coach, but had left about six weeks ago to take a job at a major university in the mid-west. Mrs. Jackson had to complete the academic year and get the house sold and the furniture moved.

She was a former model, about 35 years old who had a lot of guys standing around with hard pricks when she was in sight. She was a very light-skinned black woman who has that lithe model's body and long, long model's legs. Her tits were not large but they were perfectly shaped. She wore the kind of clothes that always flattered all her female assets. Most days, especially warm days, she was bare legged and bra less, with high-heeled sandals. Coach Jackson was a huge black man with no sense of humor. We had been state champions for as long as he was coach. No one tried anything with Mrs. Jackson despite her sexiness. Coach Jackson was too threatening.

I knocked at the door of her private office at the rear of her classroom. Ours was a big rich school. No teacher had a desk in the classroom. They each had a modest office attached to their room. I had heard that many high school girls had lost their cherries in one of those offices. "Come in, come in and close the door please." It was highly unusual and maybe against school policy to meet one-on-one with a student with the door closed, but I figured what the hell it was her job on the line, not mine. She was sitting in a executive-style swivel rocker chair. Her tight tan skirt was hiked up and her legs were crossed at the thigh. Today she was wearing stockings for a change and her position was showing a lot of thigh covered with extremely sheer light cocoa colored nylon. Her shoes were off-white pumps with about a three inch heel. The top three buttons of her white silk blouse were undone and her nipples were very obvious and hard, pressed against that sensuous material. She looked like a woman who wanted to be fucked. "Jam... er... James" she was nervous about something. She kept up the back and forth rocking motion, giving me a delightful view of her legs as her skirt seemed to ride up higher and higher. I saw no evidence of a garter belt to my disappointment. "Oh well" I thought, "not all women are as in tuned with my fetishes as those in my house." I really liked the way panty hose made a woman look and the fact they encouraged the wearing of short skirts, but to fuck a woman wearing them you had to strip them off first. That lessened my pleasure since my pleasure and performance were so greatly enhanced by the feel of stockings rubbing against me, and my hands running all over them while I fucked.

"P... Pl... Please have a seat. She pointed to a large couch across from where she was seated. It was covered by a silky-textured patterned material. I thought it would feel great if I was lying on it naked while Mrs. Jackson sucked my cock. My cock started to get hard with all the stimulation. I sat. "What did you want to see me about Mrs. Jackson?"

She continued to look nervous and then she did what I consider one of the most erotic things a woman can do, she slipped the heal of her high heel shoe and had it dangling and kind of swaying from her stockinged foot. "You know I often come to swim and water polo practice and I noticed you there... er... actually I couldn't help but notice your cock." I was stunned, maybe I was about to get fucked. It sure was a promising start. She continued, "it's so big, I couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to suck it." "Bingo!" I thought. "This boy was about to get laid by the sexiest woman on campus." The shoe was still in motion and her skirt was still moving up as she squirmed around on that smooth leather.

"But here's the deal, you let me suck you off and I let you eat my pussy, no fucking. I suck cock and get eaten out, but no cock goes in me except Mr. Jacksons'. That would be being unfaithful, you understand?" I failed to see the distinction about faithfulness but my cock was so hard now that I would have promised her anything. "Do you agree to my terms?" I could only nod being mesmerized by that foot and dangling high-heel. I unzipped my pants and took out my hard and swollen 10-inches of prick. She just stared at it. "My god that thing is big. I had no idea."

Suddenly she stood up giving me a flash of white panty as she slid out of the chair. She stood in front of me with her legs slightly spread. She licked her lips, "Jesus it's big" she said almost to herself. She reached for the side fastener on her skirt, but I said, "leave the skirt on, just pull it up." She reached for the hem and raised it just a bit, then looked up from my cock and said once more, "You understand, no fucking, just sucking?" I looked her up and down drinking in her sensuality. She was in heat and so was I. I said "Yes." but I knew it was a lie and she knew it too. She saw it on my face and gave a little sexual shudder. Now was decision time. She could back out now or could be truly unfaithful. If she raised her skirt I was going to have her if I had to rape her. She knew it and slowly started to raise the hem of her skirt.

As I told this story, my mother got increasingly excited. She had grabbed my fully erect cock and was stroking it. I had run one hand up under her skirt caressing her legs through the smooth nylon and had worked two fingers into her pussy. She was breathing hard and juicing all over my fingers. I was doing my best not to cum in her hand. I wanted so badly to have her on her back on the floor. She had her other hand inside her blouse and bra and was teasing her hard nipples. Her legs opened wider for my ease of access and her skirt rode up over her stocking tops. She was wearing crotchless panty hose. I had discovered them in a porn catalog a couple of years ago and gave her several pair as a gift. She had been using them since along with the other women in the house. They provided such easy sexual access for me and the other play things the women in our household used. She still loved garter belts and stockings but they tended to be obvious under her more clingy fashions. Most days she wore the crotchless and no panties. They had four nylon straps as part of the hose that acted like garters but gave unlimited access to her pussy and ass, plus they were sheer and fit close for tight skirts. My fingers were working in time to her strokes. I knew we couldn't wait much longer. Suddenly her cunt started to twitch and clasp my fingers. "Oh... oh... oh... oh... I'm... I'm... oh... oh... I'm... oh... Jamie... oh... yeeeeesssssssss, cuming, cuummming, cuuummming!" Her hips were jerking up and down on the chair and thrusting against my fingers. Her legs were splayed wide apart as she pushed my fingers deeper in her cunt. What a sight it was, her ass bouncing up and down, her stockings stretched over her gorgeous thighs, her delicate sandals tapping on the floor. Her mouth was wide open as she cried out in passion. "Fuck... me... fuck... me... oh... oh... Jesus... I'm... cummmming!" The only reason I did not cum was because she had such a tight grip on my pulsing cock.