Deerfield Tales: The Parent
Rick Thomas was annoyed. At the moment, he wasn't mature lady pics sure if he was being seduced, threatened with a lynching, or possibly a lawsuit involving his professional competence. Seated across the table from him was a student of his. No, that wasn't correct. She was a former student of his and now the mother of one of his 9th grade basketball players. She seemed to be alternating wildly between batting her eyelashes at him, getting red in the face while she told him how unfair he was to her son, and then shedding tears over the vagaries of her life in general.
"Oh well" he thought. "Just another day in the front line trenches of modern education." Actually the view from where he was sitting wasn't all that bad. Sheila James was a stunning brunette. Tall at about 5 ft. 10 inches with raven dark hair, she had a figure that might be best described a svelte. With stunning good looks she always seemed to glide wherever she went with a grace and poise that made one think "movie star". Except for right now. She had that discombobulated "mother is crises" look about her.
Rick hesitated momentarily. He had a firmly held view about teacher-student relationships. "Don't touch. Don't even think about it". He had never varied from that credo in all of his years in the classroom. The old Latin phrase "in loco parenti" always came to mind. You were in the place of the parent. You were the child's guardian. Once having been in that place, however, he wasn't sure how it applied to this present situation. This woman embodied pure sexuality. There was no getting around that fact.
"I'll just give her the straight facts," was his conclusion. Rick was actually the varsity football coach. He found himself occasionally filling in as a coach in the lower ranks of basketball due to the difficultly in finding competent replacements for coaches who had been railroaded out of their jobs by packs of irate parents. They were always miffed over the question of playing time for their children, although that was never the stated "issue". Usually he had about 15 basketball players, all of whom regardless of ability or effort, deserved to be "starters" in the eyes of their parents.
"The team is undefeated halfway through the season and you demote the starting point guard to second team backup. It's not fair," she repeated for the third time.
"Look, Sheila, the bottom line is that Cory is being outquicked just about everywhere on the floor. The good news is that he is big, strong, and still growing. If he sticks with it he could well be a great power forward someday. But he won't be the point guard on the varsity. Ever. Now let's give him a chance to learn a new position that he can really handle."
That did it. She began to relax. She looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression, asking, "You're going to see that he gets plenty of game experience in this new position"?
"Absolutely. Besides he's a great kid with a mom who cares." With mutual smiles the matter was settled.
He watched and then closed his eyes as she left his classroom. He couldn't get the word "position" out his head. She had repeated the word several times and he keep seeing her in "missionary", "doggie", and several other more exotic modes. Fortunately for their mutual comfort he had been sitting behind a table as his cock had risen at these irrelevant thoughts.
It was three years later before Bill had a chance to talk privately to Sheila again. Her son had made All-State on Bill's football team. He had also had a highly successful year, as power forward on the varsity basketball squad. She had called him that summer to thank him profusely for all his help and then had asked if he would be willing to follow up on his recommendations to various colleges with advice on the various scholarship offers that were starting to pour in for her son.
"With Cory's father off permanently to Arizona with his bimbo secretary, well, we need some solid advice on these athletic scholarships," was her simple request.
"No problem," had been his immediate and eager reply.
Sitting across the kitchen table from Sheila, Bill realized that mature lady pics he had never seen this woman dressed other than elegantly. Now she was in cutoffs and a bulky looking sweatshirt. It made no difference. She was all class. She still looked like she could outshine the competition at a Broadway opening night.
"If he takes up the Badger's offer, he will not only be getting Division 1 football exposure but making contacts and a reputation that can help him in this state in the future." With that he stood up and prepared to leave. "It's been great talking to you Sheila and I hope I've been of some help. It looks like its clouding over and if I hurry the big bass just might be hitting down at Anglers Point!"
He had been casting along the shoreline for about 15 minutes wondering how long he had before the thunder and lightening rolled over him. His car was parked beside the picnic shelter about 200 yards away. He figured he could make it there, without too much trouble, when the downpour hit. He was sure he was alone in the park, due to the impending weather, when he heard a car pull into the parking lot. As the rain started to fall he sprinted back to the shelter to find Sheila James carrying a picnic lunch.
"Surprise. I brought you something to eat. I just wanted to thank you with something a little more substantial," she said laughing. While trying to put things on the picnic table, bursts of wind made it difficult and with the rain now coming in sideways they both risked getting wet. "We'll have to eat in my car," she decided quickly. "Here, you take the cooler".
Bill sat in the passenger seat, enjoying his sandwiches and a beer, while Sheila gushed on about this and that and mostly her high school days. In the midst of the dark and raging storm she even revealed a crush she had on a certain science teacher. "I wonder where this is going," he thought. Patience being a virtue, he decided to wait and see.
"I have one more thanks you to give," she said softly and with a slight quaver in her voice. With those words she turned and, leaning across the seat, kissed him gently on the mouth. He wasn't all that startled until she almost immediately began to probe with her tongue. Without a second's hesitation, he opened his mouth and responded in kind, while at the same time placing his hands over her breast. She began to moan as his hands squeezed and stroked her. This action immediately caused her nipples to stiffen.
"I want you Rick," she murmured. "I always have." With those words she turned sideways and, steadying herself by holding his arm, she fell back onto his lap. Rick eagerly continued kissing her with all the passion he could muster. His immediate message though was carried by his left hand which quickly unsnapped her shorts and reached inside to cup her panty-covered crotch. He found there warmth and wetness, which signaled to him the great immediacy of her desire.
Using his "teacher voice" he told her to pull her shorts down. The young mother and former student of his then thrust her hips against his hand the moment he had pushed her panties aside and began stroking the puffy lips of her labia. Soon after he located her clitoris and ministrations to that vital part of her sexual anatomy quickly brought forth gasps and then cries.
He thought for sure she had begun whispering, perhaps with a touch of shyness, "Do me, oh God, do me, Rick."
"We need to take your sweatshirt off, Sheila," he urged.
She sat up and quickly pulled the sweatshirt off, leaving him to unsnap and remove her bra. Not a second was wasted taking a nipple between his lips as he began to slowly engulf her well-developed breasts. With her hands running wildly through his hair, Sheila twisted and turned on his lap in mounting sexual excitement. The 35 year old sexually mature woman, who in her adolescence admired her teacher, was now ready, willing, and able to show him how she'd always felt.
"Are you sure about this?" Rick asked as Sheila pulled her panties off, turned to face him, and climbed onto his lap.
The answer to his question came with her unzipping of his jeans. Grasping his fully engorged penis in her hand, she used it to stroke her sex. They kissed wildly as he felt the bulbous head of his cock part the entrance to her vagina. Then in one smooth motion she sank down upon his lap. With Rick fully encased in the young mother's pussy, they stopped momentarily and drew slightly back.
Looking into her large brown eyes and seeing a hint of uncertainty, Rick began a flexing of his cock. Sheila felt it immediately. She knew this man was about to make her feel things that her worthless husband had never been able to achieve . She was trembling with desire as Rick reached down to the side of the bucket seat and released the lever that allowed it to recline backwards. She pitched forward slightly and then felt him grasp both her buttocks in his hands.
He was, for the moment, the teacher again, as he whispered to her "Raise yourself up just a little. That's it. Now flex your hips. Slowly...slowly. Ah."
Being filled in a way she had never experienced, Sheila James gradually lost control. His cock seemed to have a life of it own. The penetrating, filling, stretching, twitching, and pulsing member inside of her caused her own tentative and slow movements to rapidly escalate into a hard and rapid thrusting movement of her hips. His hands caressed her breasts, squeezed her buttocks, and finally she felt his fingers begin an exploration of her anus.
At the last minute she managed to gasp, "Don't worry. I'm not fertile now. Please cum, please, give it to me".
She had never felt a finger in her rectum before and it was too much. She thrust forward and held the position, moaning aloud, "Now. Its..... oh, oh, cumming."
Relieved that thre would be no awkward complications mature lady pics in completing the sexual act, Rick felt the small cup of her cervix as he too thrust and held his position. It was as if she were riding atop a fountain, feeling the bursts of sticky fluid pummeling her innermost core.