Elliott’s alarm went off a half hour earlier than usual, as his mother requested. It was Monday, the first day of the school week, and with what had happened between his mother and his three bullies on the weekend, as he came awake, he wondered what their life was going to be like moving forward. He was hoping for more of the same. With anticipation, he threw off the covers and made his way to his mother’s room, only to find her sitting propped up against the headboard, the light from her bedside table illuminating her in a warm glow. She was still wearing the chemise she’d worn as a nightgown, her big tits absolutely filling the soft satin cups.
“Perfect timing, sweetheart,” she said as she drew the covers off her body. Elliott stood there just inside the door, his heartrate increasing as her knees came up and her thighs rolled open.
*
He happily made his way to school, with a spring in his step that made him feel like he was walking on air. He and his mother had gone through the same routine as the day before, when she’d commented that they should start every day that way. He’d eaten her until she climaxed, then he’d jerked off all over her flushed pussy, and then he’d lowered his mouth to her cum-covered snatch and cleaned her up, as he was expected to do, bringing her to another toe-curling orgasm along the way.
Elliott saw his bullies in the hallway before school started, and he knew they’d seen him, but they didn’t acknowledge his presence in any way other than Jamal giving him a brief nod. Elliott knew better than to go up and try and start any kind of conversation with them, as if they were all of a sudden best buddies. No, that brief nod from Jamal let him know that was all he was going to get, at this point anyway.
Gunner and Zeke were in his first period math class, and that was the only one he shared with them. Jamal was in two of his classes, English in second period and history in period five, the last class of the day. In math, he noticed Zeke paying attention for a change, and he wondered if maybe his tutoring lesson was in any way responsible for that. Zeke even put his hand up to offer an answer for a question from the teacher, and when Zeke got it right, Elliott couldn’t help but smile as the boy turned and gave Gunner a fist bump across the aisle.
English class was just as interesting, with Jamal offering an opinion about a section they’d been required to read in Oedipus Rex. Of course, he had his own way of stylizing his answer, with a fair amount of street jargon mixed in, but his opinion of Oedipus’s thoughts and desires was fairly incisive, and Elliott saw that the teacher was just as impressed as he was.
But it was his fifth period class that Elliott was anticipating more than any other. History, with Mrs. Tremblay. She was the teacher that the boys had been fucking, as recently as Saturday night. They’d left his house after Mrs. Tremblay had texted Jamal that her husband was going out. Jamal had said that, with the husband away at his monthly poker night, the three of them had taken turns poking her. And then they’d come back to Elliott’s house to make use of his mother’s mouth, making her clean the history teacher’s cunt-juice from their cocks as she sucked them off.
Elliott had never really thought about Mrs. Tremblay like that, but now knowing about these apparently ongoing transgressions with his three bullies, he was interested to take a closer look at the woman. With all that in mind, Elliott walked into history class with his eyes forward, checking out the woman who was busy scribbling down a note at her desk. She flicked her eyes up as the new platoon of students walked into her class, and he saw a warm quiet smile come over her face as she spotted Jamal take his seat near the back of the room. From where Elliott sat off to the other side and closer to the front, he could turn slightly sideways in his seat and have a view of both of them.
When Mrs. Tremblay got up and perched herself on the edge of her desk to speak to the class, Elliott took a good close look at her. She was definitely older than his mother, probably in her mid-fifties. That would be about right, because he’d heard that she had grown up kids, a couple of which had already finished college. Mrs. Tremblay had a nice face, he thought. It wasn’t a sexy face, like his mother’s, but friendly and what Elliott thought of as trusting. The way you’d expect an older woman’s face to be. There wasn’t an ounce of meanness in that face, like some teachers he’d had over the years. She had what Elliott thought of as ‘maturity lines’ on her face, once again comparing her to his 40-year old mother. She had the beginnings of crows-feet at the corners of her eyes, and noticeable smile lines at the corners of her mouth, which he knew people developed as they got older. But those little wrinkles suited her, and Elliott realized that he found her face to be quite attractive, in a grandmotherly sort of way.
Her hair was a soft brunette color, and she currently had it pulled up in a soft bun. Whether that was her true color or not, Elliott had no idea, but she’d been that same color since he’d been going to that school, and it looked good on her.
She was taller than his mother by a few inches, and definitely heavier. She had some extra pounds on her that he was sure she hadn’t had in her younger years. She wasn’t what you’d call fat by any means, just a well-filled-out mature woman, with that extra weight distributed evenly over her full, rounded body. She was wearing a conservative-looking skirt that ended just below her knees, with low-heeled shoes, which he figured she’d need, what with her being a teacher that was on her feet all day long. What he could see of her legs left a good impression. Her calves were full and fleshy, like the rest of her, but he could see that her ankles were trim, as were her knees.
But it was Mrs. Tremblay’s chest that really drew Elliott’s attention. She was wearing a simple white blouse beneath an open cardigan that matched the skirt she was wearing. Although neither the cardigan nor the shirt was tight, he could definitely make out some sizable tits beneath her attire. When she turned slightly from her perch on the edge of her desk, he spotted a white bra between a gap in the buttons of her blouse. And he focussed in on the way her breasts moved beneath the sweater as she changed positions. They were definitely big all right, not as big as his mother’s, but more than generous.
All around, Elliott came to the conclusion that she looked pretty damn good for her age. A good ten years at least older than his mom, and a little bit chubby, but she carried herself with a certain grace, and she still had a great set of tits, which Elliott knew counted for a lot, and not just with the likes of Jamal and his buddies, but with nearly all men.
As the lesson got underway, Elliott noticed that Mrs. Tremblay purposely avoided looking in Jamal’s direction, which he figured she was doing on purpose. At one point she asked the class to each read from a section in the textbook. She took a seat at her desk as the students opened their books and set to it. They’d barely started reading when Elliott noticed Jamal get up from his seat and make his way across the room towards him, finally stopping next to his chair.
“Mrs. Tremblay, do you mind if I ask Elliott about something here I don’t understand?” Jamal said as Mrs. Tremblay looked over at him, clearly confused by seeing him next to one of her star students. “He’s tutoring me and I thought I’d ask him first rather than bother you.”
“Of course, Jamal, that would be fine. If Elliott doesn’t mind?” She looked at Elliott questioningly.
“Uh no, that’s fine. I’m happy to help,” Elliott said, wondering what Jamal was up to.
Jamal leaned over and put his textbook on Elliott’s desk, his fingers inserted in book to the page in question. As he bent over, he made sure his body was between Elliott and the students behind and beside his desk. “What do you think this means, Elliott?” Jamal asked quietly as he opened the book, the front cover blocking everyone else’s view of the page in question.
Elliott almost gasped out loud as he looked down at Jamal’s book. Between the pages that Jamal had been keeping open with his thick fingers was a condom, a used one! Elliott couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but there it was. He was about to say in black in white, but actually clear latex and white. Jamal kept the book tipped slightly up, the barrel of the condom beneath his fingers, the receptacle end hanging down. And fuck, Elliott thought, was it ever full! Over the last few days he’d seen the loads Jamal was capable of shooting, but seeing a full load encased within the condom almost took his breath away. The amount of cum was unbelievable, and like those first ones he’d seen the boy shoot onto his mother’s table, this one was brilliantly white as well. The stuff had to be chock full of billions of sperm, enough to populate a whole country. After getting over the initial shock, Elliott looked up at Jamal wide-eyed, unsure of what he was expected to do. Jamal was just looking down at him, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“That’s okay, Elliott, I’ll just ask Mrs. Tremblay,” Jamal said as he closed the book against his fingers and stood up, the book held close to his chest. With the other students all engrossed in their reading, Elliott watched as Jamal sauntered over and stood right next to Mrs. Tremblay. As the youth approached, she instinctively looked up. Elliott saw her noticeably gulp as Jamal stopped right next to her chair, the bulge of his jeans mere inches from her face.
“Mrs. Tremblay, I’m wondering if you could help me with this,” Elliott heard Jamal say quietly as he sat the book down on the desk in front of her and carefully lifted back the part he had grasped in his hand. The woman looked down and Elliott saw her eyes open wide. She looked out over the class to make sure no one was watching, and then carefully brought her hand up and placed her fingers over the loaded condom, Jamal letting go as she gathered it in her palm.
“I’ll have to think about what that’s all about, Jamal,” she said quietly as she carefully slid her cupped hand off the desk and brought it to her lap. “I’ll have to get back to you after I… after I digest what the author is trying to say.”
Elliott saw a smile come over Jamal’s face. “Take your time, Mrs. Tremblay. There’s a lot there I need you to look at. I haven’t given you too much to take in at one time, have I?”
“No, Jamal, I think I’ll be able to handle it.” Elliott saw the flushed look of excitement on the woman’s face as she gave Jamal a knowing smile in return.