~~~ Saturday Morning ~~~
I awoke to two hot mouths nibbling up & down the sides of my morning wood. I opened my eyes to see my wife and her mother fighting over my cock like it was Hill 210 in the movie “Thin Red Line”. The battle raged back and forth – with each of them claiming control of the top – my cock-knob – before being shoved aside by the efforts of the other.
“He’s awake!” my mother-in-law gasped.
She jumped up, pushed her daughter out of the way, straddled me, and all but slammed her body down onto mine – skewering her intoxicatingly tenacious pussy with my rod – which was already aching from their rivalrous assault.
In retaliation, Kasey reached over and pinched her clitoral hood – causing her mother to squeak – and lose her stride mid-stroke. Mrs. Williams shoved her daughter’s hand away and covered her nub with her palm – continuing to ride me.
Her daughter circled toward the foot of the bed and attacked from the rear. She climbed over my feet – cuddling in behind her mother – her tight little butt hovering over my knees. She started rubbing, pinching & squeezing her matron’s breasts, stomach, and mons.
The attack devolved into foreplay and her mother was soon moaning loudly and bucking in the saddle. She was bouncing up & down on me so quickly that Kasey could barely hang on to continue the attack.
She reached beneath her mother’s ass & quim to massage my balls – and decided to tickle my partner’s taint as well. After that, she teased a fingertip along Mrs. Williams shit-hole – which made her pussy tighten down on me – and fired off her first climax. When she squirted, that set off my orgasm – and I grabbed her hips to pump her full of cock-snot.
Kasey didn’t get her hand out of the way fast enough and ended up with a little of both of our juices on her fingers. When the little minx put those fingers into her mouth – and looked into my eyes as she slowly sucked them clean, I just about nutted in her mother a second time.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
The three of us headed into the master bath – where we did a little soaping, rinsing, groping, kissing, and spanking – before we got out to dry off.
It was the middle of August and my mother-in-law had been getting the things together that she needed in order to start the school year. After breakfast, the three of us loaded her collection into my car to make the trek back to Belmont HS. Kasey & I were brought along as manual labor.
(I also went because I was a little curious about whether or not her classroom still smelled of sex – after I had fucked my cock into her amazing pussy on top of her desk. Fortunately or unfortunately, the classroom smelled as it always did – although I wasn’t sure if the small stain on the front of the desk had been there before.)
The three of us dropped off the first load of boxes and my favorite Anatomy teacher – who was now teaching me even more about anatomy – started digging things out to hang up, store away, and assemble. Kasey & I headed back to the car to get the rest of the boxes.
We returned to find Old Man Jenkins talking to Mrs. Williams in the hallway. As we dropped off the last of the cartons, we heard him say, “I’ll show you.” The two of them turned and headed down the hall.
Whatever the janitor was talking about, he was as serious as a heart-attack. Kasey & I double-timed it to catch up to them. We got there just as they arrived at the staff bathrooms. The light was on in the women’s room and he headed in there saying, “If you will pardon the offense, ma’am, I’ll point you to where it’s at.”
There was no way that my wife & I were missing out on whatever this was – so we followed the two of them into the room. Mr. Jenkins was pointing up at a ceiling tile that was missing a small corner.
“I was cleaning the bathrooms, just a bit ago,” he reported, “and noticed the tile was damaged. I went to the supply room – to grab a new one – and to my closet to get the step ladder. But – when I climbed up on the ladder – and took a closer look at the corner – it appears as though it’s been cut – not broken. When I noticed that, I tried to see what was inside there and I think it looks like a small camera lens. Now, according to school policy, I should report this to the building principal. However, ma’am, I am reluctant to do that.”
“Why’s that?” my favorite MILF asked the old man, her brow wrinkled as her mind followed him through the explanations.
“When I got here – early this morning – the building principal’s light was on.”
“And?” she asked – assuming she knew what was coming next.
“It was not on last night when I went home.”
“Which leads you to believe that you would be reporting the incident to the person who is actually responsible for placing the camera?” she guessed.
He nodded, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
“You haven’t touched it – or the tile, I assume?” she asked.
“No, ma’am. Since I wasn’t sure who to tell, I just left it – but then I saw you in your room.”
She turned to me and said, “There is a package of Ziploc baggies in the box on my desk. You know where the latex gloves are from when you were in my class. Please bring me a baggie and a pair of gloves.”
I took off – out of the room – and down the hall – as fast as I could go.
“No running in the halls!” she bellowed – her teacher-voice coming out – as if it were on autopilot.
Almost as if it were on instinct, my body slowed to a fast-walk.
“Here you are, Mrs. Williams,” I said, holding out the items, when I had returned.
“Actually, Reggie,” she said, “I think I’ll have you retrieve the camera – and I’m sure that’s what it is. The three of us will steady the ladder for you.”
I pulled on the gloves and stuck the baggie in my front pocket as Mr. Jenkins retrieved the step-ladder he had leaned up against the bathroom wall.
“Try lifting the tile, slowly, to see if the camera is attached to it,” my former teacher instructed, “but I’m betting it’s hooked to the metal support.”
I lifted the ceiling tile slowly. The camera didn’t move. Once the tile was clear of the camera, I turned it on end, passed it through the space it had just occupied, and handed it down. Mr. Jenkins took it and set it to the side, out of the way, near the replacement tile.
“I’m going up another step – so I can see how it’s hooked on,” I informed them.