Big Fat Cock: Educating Mrs. Walker
Once we returned home from church early that afternoon, I chatted with Mom about a threesome I was planning for Mrs. Grady and her unsuspecting coed daughter Tamara that evening… which would likely turn out to be a foursome, once I enlisted my Mom’s participation. But regardless of our still-to-be-finalised plans for this evening, we agreed she could go shopping for lingerie on her own, since I wanted to be ready, locked and loaded for what would hopefully be my seduction of Mrs. Walker early this afternoon. I was particularly excited about seducing her, since she was a hot MILF I’d had my eye on for years, but I’d just learned this morning that not only was she one of Mrs. Grady’s pets, but she was very submissive.
A couple hours later, I arrived at Mrs. Walker’s house to tutor her son Ben. Ben was an accomplished hockey player, but he was failing calculus. He wasn’t a complete asshole per se, but he wasn’t a very nice guy either… unlike his older sister, who was really sweet… although away at college… and fucking hot.
Mrs. Walker opened the door wearing a blue dress and beige coloured nylons… no shoes. I glanced down and saw her toenails were painted a fun purple. That was all it took for me to start getting hard.
“Hi, Kevin,” she greeted me warmly, like she always did.
“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” I greeted her back.
“I’ve asked you many times to call me Jasmine,” she smiled, having made that overture almost every time I called her Mrs. Walker. It always seemed wrong, but after my recent sexual awakening, I felt way more comfortable addressing her as a social equal instead of placing her on a pedestal… but given what I’d learned about her this morning, maybe I’d be placing her on the kitchen table, the washing machine, or her bed.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jasmine,” I said, as I admired her slim body. For a woman in her forties, she was in great shape. Truth be told, she seemed to have lost some weight in the past little while. Deciding to compliment her to begin planting the seeds for my seduction, I said, “You look great today, Jasmine.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she smiled as she closed the door, and like always in her house, I slipped out of my shoes.
“No, I mean it,” I continued. “Have you lost some weight?”
“I have,” she said. “Started a Noom diet. It’s worked out very well so far.”
“Very well indeed, it’s definitely working,” I said, giving her body a sly, not overly subtle, but not overly aggressive, once over.
“Thanks,” she said. “Ben is in his room.”
“Okay,” I said and then asked, “And Jasmine…”
“Yes, Kevin?”
“Can you please bring me a class of water when you get a chance?”
“Sure,” she smiled.
I headed to Ben’s room and found him on his bed playing on his Xbox. He sighed, “I was hoping you wouldn’t come today.”
“Then I can leave,” I offered, not needing to be here… at least not for him… nor needing the money.
“Mom wouldn’t like that,” he said, continuing his gaming.
“Then let’s get to work,” I said.
“In a few minutes,” he said, disrespecting my time.
Old me would have said nothing, and would have stewed quietly, but with my newfound confidence, I didn’t need to take bullshit like this from anyone. So I stepped over and abruptly pressed the Off button on his machine.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, instantly pissed.
“You knew what time I was coming, and I have other things to do today, so let’s get started,” I said.
“But I was winning.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, standing my ground… I was beginning to like this new Kevin.
He stood up just as his mother walked into the room. “I brought you boys some snacks.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, shifting instantly from entitled asshole to kiss-ass nice guy.
“Yes, thanks Jasmine,” I said, once again awarding her a lengthy admiration of her hot, slender body.
“No problem,” she said, setting a tray down with some homemade cookies and handing me a bottle of water.
“Thanks, Jasmine,” I said, enjoying my use of her given name… as of today, knowing a secret about her she didn’t know I knew.
“Well, let me know if you need anything,” she said.
“Will do,” I said, watching her ass as she walked away.
“Would you stop drooling over my Mom?” Ben complained in disgust.
I ignored his comment, since very soon I’d likely have my dick inside her, “Turn to page 83.”
“Fine, whatever,” he said, even more annoyed and ignorant than usual. Truthfully, except following a big Hockey loss a few weeks ago, he’d always been pretty civil with me.
“Look, I don’t need to be here,” I said. “I’m the one who’s getting an A in calculus.”
“What’s the point of knowing calculus anyway?” he asked wearily, glaring at me as he snatched his calculus textbook from his desk.
“Depends on what you want to do with your life,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t necessarily have any use for it at all after he finished high school.
“Nothing that needs me to figure out the value of x,” he said.
“But you need to pass the course if you want a hockey scholarship,” I pointed out.
“Yeah,” he sighed.