Jackson Robard - Present for teacher

Christ! Mrs. Dodge bare-ass naked and fingering her snatch like she was going to blow her mind! Ohhhhh Jesus! So that's how girls do it to themselves! His mouth hung loosely open and his wildly peering eyes were like glistening hot marbles set in his red-flushed cheeks. He knew he shouldn't be watching and that she would be awfully mad if she caught him, but frig! He couldn't tear himself away! It was the hottest thing he'd seen; even better than the dirty pictures he had hidden in his bedroom!

Roger Trenton's young son stood rooted in mesmerized fascination while his slim virile penis jerked excited against his trembling abdomen. Man, his prick was as hard as a wooden ruler and longer than it had ever been before! He could only squeeze and fondle its blood-throbbing length in breathless agitation unbelievingly as he gasped at the erotic spectacle before him. He was barely able to stifle a loud groan as he pantingly watched the voluptuously curved woman gently spread the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair to either side of her fleshy vaginal lips and reveal all of her moistly smooth pink slit to his fevered eyes. Crap! He'd had no idea that a pussy would look so soft and glistening, and he could even see her tiny ass-hole as she slithered her wash cloth around and round, faster and faster in the heat of her sexual frenzy.

Mark breathed in twitching excitement as his hardened rod of youthful flesh painfully swelled in his pants. Ohhhh, shit, wait until he could get back home and take his pants off! He was going to beat his prick until he came twice, he was so excited! And he wouldn't be looking at those sex photos, either! Shit, he'd be dreaming about shoving his prick right up inside his English teacher, Mrs. Dodge, and making her moan and shake just like she was doing to herself now!

Miriam was oblivious to being viewed as she strained for her climax and deep breathless gasps of animal pleasure rose from her heaving chest. She splayed her quivering thighs wider apart in a desperate effort to bury the invading wash cloth deeper into the tightly pulsing passage of her wet vagina, her toes curling as she attempted to keep her balance in the slippery shower stall. She could feel herself spiraling toward the explosive orgasm she had to have and flailed her head from side to side as her burning mind thought sensuously of young Mark Trenton's tender penis spewing its fresh boyish sperm deep up into her belly.

And then… then she saw the slight motion out of the corner of her eye. She stopped her desperately working fingers as though they were made of stone and she slowly twisted around to face the door, afraid and yet feeling unexplained quiverings of excitement. Oh God, no! Not him!

"Mark!" she gasped in horror. "Wha…?"

"Oh no!" came a high-pitched moan from the boy. He could only stare at her in helpless immobility, his mind filling with uncertainty whether to try and say something or simply run away and hope she didn't tell his father on him. "Oh, Mrs. Dodge, I…"

The shocked and confused woman hunched automatically over with her washcloth still implanted lewdly between the open lips of her passion-drenched pussy, crimson shame flushing her breasts and face. She had been caught fingering herself with Roger's son Mark in her mind and now suddenly here he was in the flesh, nearly as naked as she, with nothing covering him but his worn and tattered work-pants. Miriam's shocked eyes slipped unconsciously to the crotch of his pants and the sight suddenly filled her with an overwhelming rush of passion. She could see clearly a stiffly slender roundness pressing outward against the soft faded material; little Mark had an erection from watching her play with herself!

She forced her head to turn away and she quickly shut off the shower so that her hands would not reach out of their own accord and release his swollen young penis from the tightness of his pants. God, the aching desire in her loins was too much to bear, and she prayed that the heavily breathing boy would not sense the tormenting passions that were gripping her own hotly aroused body.

"Mark," she managed to whisper in a trembling and faltering voice. "Mark, what… what are you doing here?"

"I, I heard you calling me," he whimpered timidly. "I, I was mowing the lawn and I thought I heard you calling my name."

"Oh, no," she groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She had been calling him… calling out his name in her passion…

"I… I know I shouldn't be watching you, Mrs. Dodge." Mark was near the verge of frightened tears, and his distraughtly quivering tone tugged with threatening excitement at the older woman's ever-lessening control. "G-Gee, but I couldn't help myself, honest!"

Miriam could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs and with a lewd urge too powerful to control, she stood and exposed all of her satiny nakedness to the wide-eyed boy. She shuddered from her act, knowing it was perverted and would only lead to more temptation to reach out and touch his tender young genitals, but in spite of her revulsion she was incapable of stopping herself.

"G-Golly," Mark gasped in arousal. "You-you're the most lovely woman I've ever seen!"

She smiled coyly at him, the lewdly rising flood of her need overcoming her as she stepped purposefully out of the shower stall. Hungrily she studied his smooth teenage features and marveled at how handsome and masculine he was to be only fourteen, and felt the inflamed center of her loins tingling in wickedly lewd response to the sight of his viriley bulging young penis throbbing in his pants.

Get him out of here! Miriam heard a part of her mind frantically warn. Oh, God, get him out before it's too late! But her mind wouldn't function while she luridly basked under the blatant hot gaze of his increasingly bulging young eyes roaming hotly over her naked breasts and buttocks.

"Thank you, Mark dear," she heard herself tell him. "That's a nice thing to say."

"It's true, Mrs. Dodge! Oh gosh, I bet you're even prettier than my mother was!"

Miriam moaned softly, swaying slightly as she remembered with new-felt passion Roger Trenton's proposal of marriage… God, to be Mark's mother… I may love Roger, but I love his young son more… her pink vaginal slit throbbed teasingly against the soft silky curls of her pubic hair, and the small nipples of her firmly pulsing breasts tingled with hardness as she took another wet, shivering step toward the gasping, wide-eyed youth. "You poor dear," she cooed eagerly, "You must miss your mommy very much."

"Aww," young Mark murmured in blushing embarrassment, "It ain't so bad."

He manfully struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off his curvaceous teacher's fleshy exposed slit of her pussy that was so teasingly close to him now… but even her warmly sympathetic face smiling down at him was enough to send his hard little cock jerking in his pants. Oh Jesus, his prick wouldn't go limp for anything, and if she got any closer and saw him with his hard-on, she'd be mad at him for sure! Shit, he shouldn't have ever stopped mowing when he'd seen her standing naked through the window, 'cause now look what's happened!

"I know you want a mother, Mark dear." Miriam's voice was sultry with her longing to hold the tender boy to her. "I know you miss a warm and loving older woman to comfort you, don't you?"

Oh shit, he did, he really did! Mark thought helplessly. He tried to say something to Mrs. Dodge, but his throat felt as though it was made of sandpaper, and all he could do was quiver with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in all his young life. Jesus, what was she trying to do to him? In another second he'd be bawling like a baby and wanting to have her hold him. She was so close now he could smell her warm breath and clean fresh skin… Ohhhh, she was reaching out with a hand now… Jesus, if she touched him, he'd melt right into the floor, he knew he would!