With a final nod, Jamal turned and walked back to his seat, flashing a quick wink in Elliott’s direction on the way. Elliott’s attention was drawn back to the teacher as he saw her open one of the desk drawers and take out her purse, which she carefully placed on her lap, hidden from view beneath the top of the desk. From the corner of his eye, Elliott saw her hands working on the purse, and then she stood up. With one hand holding the top of the purse, she tucked it under one arm, the hand remaining at the top. He could see that the two sides of the purse were open, and he knew that hand she was holding at the top was holding onto the open end of the condom, letting the heavily-weighted end hang down into the purse.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, class,” Mrs. Tremblay said as she started towards the classroom door. “Just keep reading that section.”
As soon as she left, Elliott turned in his seat and looked over at Jamal. With a lewd smile on his face, the black youth raised his hand and pointed his thumb at his mouth. He tipped his head up and Elliott saw his throat contract a few times, as if he was slugging back a drink. His act made it quite clear to Elliott what Mrs. Tremblay was going to do once she left the classroom.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Tremblay returned. Elliott noticed that her face was flushed, and her lips were shiny. She took her seat and stuffed her purse back into the drawer. Elliott could see that the top of the purse was now securely fastened.
“Jamal, now that I’ve been able to take in and digest that question you had for me earlier, I think it’s something that we should discuss after class,” the middle-aged teacher said as she looked out over the class to the black youth.
Elliott looked over to see Jamal slowly shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t make it today. I have an appointment after class.”
Elliott saw the look of disappointment on the teacher’s face. “Oh, that’s too bad. I thought that was a very interesting topic you wanted to discuss with me.”
“Maybe tomorrow? I could stop by on my lunch break, if that works for you, Mrs. Tremblay?”
Elliott saw a smile come over Mrs. Tremblay’s face after Jamal said that.
“That would be fine, Jamal, that way we’ll have time to discuss this topic on a… on a deeper level.”
Although both Jamal and Mrs. Tremblay were keeping the intent of their discussion secret from the other students, Elliott could see small knowing smiles on each of their faces.
“That’s perfect, Mrs. Tremblay,” Jamal said with a final nod. “I’ll be ready with some hard questions for you tomorrow.”
Elliott saw the woman flush as Jamal’s suggestive words registered. Needing to change things up, she called on the class to give her their attention and continued with the lesson. Elliott noticed that she surreptitiously looked in Jamal’s direction periodically, and a couple of times when Elliott followed her gaze, he noticed Jamal’s hand quietly running over the inside of his upper thigh, where Elliott knew that long tube of flesh was lying waiting.
Other than that, there were no further interactions between Mrs. Tremblay and Jamal for the rest of the class. The period ended, and with it being the last class, school was done for the day.
“Meet us at my van in the parking lot,” Jamal said to Elliott as the younger boy stood in front of his locker. “You can ride with us to your place. I’m really looking forward to today’s tutoring session.” Elliott looked up to see the big black youth smiling down at him. “And I think you’re going to enjoy the lesson I’m gonna let you watch today too.”
Elliott had a blank look on his face as Jamal casually sauntered off. Once again, Elliott was jealous of the carefree, confident swagger with which Jamal carried himself. Not wanting to keep the boys waiting, he gathered up what he needed to take home and raced to the school parking lot. Gunner and Zeke were already leaning against the side of Jamal’s beat-up blue van. As Elliott walked towards them, he saw Jamal approaching from another of the school’s doors.
“Hop in, Smallcox,” Zeke said as he opened the back door and nodded inside.
Elliott climbed into the van, and sat on the far side of the fabric-covered bench seat. The van was pretty old, with no head rests on the back seat. The front had two separate seats for the driver and passenger, with a gap at the floor console between them. Elliott took a look over his shoulder, checking out the back of the van. It was empty, with just the dirty metal floor visible.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Gunner said from the passenger seat once Jamal dropped the van into gear and headed out of the parking lot. “What have you got in mind for the MILF today? I’ve got a lot of cum to give her again.”
“I’ve got a little something special in mind today,” Jamal replied. “Elliott’s going to be giving us our lessons, so I figured it’s time we repaid their hospitality by giving her one too. Don’t worry, you’ll like it, and you’ll be able to get rid of as much cum as you want. Yeah, we’re gonna do some serious dumpin’ into that woman again.”
On the short drive to the house, Elliott wondered what Jamal had in mind. He had no idea, but he knew it could only be good, especially since Jamal had already told him he’d get to watch. That little interplay between Jamal and Mrs. Tremblay had gotten him excited earlier, but thinking about what they might have in store for his mother next had his cock pushing against the confines of his underwear already.
Elliott used his key to open the door once they arrived at the house. It felt natural for him to stand aside and let the other boys lead the way, with him pulling up the rear. Jamal walked straight into the great room, where Tanya stood next to the granite-topped island, obviously expecting their arrival.
When Elliott first saw her, he wondered if she’d just come from a business meeting. She was wearing a white blouse with lapels and little cap sleeves. Her generous bust had the material of the shirt stretched taut across the bosom. Through the tight fabric, Elliott could make out the outline of a lacy white bra beneath. The material of the blouse was opaque, yet he could make out something white beneath it that fed down from her bust into the waistband of the skirt she was wearing. He wondered if she was wearing a corset of some kind.
Her skirt was a tightly-fitted light beige pencil skirt. The skirt nipped in tightly at her narrow waist, and then flared out over her womanly hips. The pencil skirt then followed the lines of her shapely legs downward. The soft-looking material hugged her thighs all the way down to just below her knees, where it was very narrow, almost like a hobble skirt he’d seen on fetish sites online. Elliott wondered how she was able to walk in such a thing. His question was answered when she turned slightly and he was able to see a slitted vent in the back that rose from the bottom of the hem to the middle of the backs of her thighs. She came around the corner of the island, and his eyes immediately went to that slit, which was both practical, and incredibly sexy.
Elliott’s eyes were drawn below the hem of the skirt to her legs, which were adorned with white nylons, which looked beguilingly sexy with the beige skirt and white blouse she was wearing on top. On her feet she wore bone-colored slingbacks, with sharp pointy toes and sky-high heels. The shoes were an exact color match with her skirt, and complemented the rest of the outfit perfectly.
Elliott finally looked up at her. Her blonde hair was down and shone lustrously, framing her lovely face like a movie star. Her fair hair caught the light magically, and Elliott knew that because of her, he’d always have a soft spot in his heart for blondes. He looked at her face, which was stunningly made up. With the formal business wear, his mother had done her makeup to match. Her eye shadow was done up in bewitching bronzy reddish tones, and with her mascara and eye-liner, the whole look worked nicely with the subtle light tones of her outfit, yet still made her warm blue eyes look alluringly provocative. She was wearing the wet-look lipstick that Jamal had insisted on. Her lips shone wetly, and Elliott thought her full mouth painted with the glossy lipstick made it look like it was ready to take a cock at a moment’s notice. She looked glamorous, confident, and yet incredibly sexy at the same time.
“There she is. There’s my favorite cocksucker,” Jamal said as he stepped over to the MILF and took her in his arms. He wrapped her up in his long arms and kissed her, his full lips pressed against hers. Elliott noticed that his mother had learned her lesson from yesterday as her hand immediately went to the front of Jamal’s pants, her fingers searching out his big slab of meat.
“C’mere, blondie,” Gunner said next as he moved in for his kiss. She groped him as well, a soft moan escaping her lips as the blonde youth thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
Zeke was last, his long arms encircling her as he pulled her close. He cupped one of her big breasts as they kissed, her own hand busy over the front of his pants, just as Jamal had instructed.