Brian Laver - Hot to trot mother

Then the books he sought were right before him. The anatomy books began on a low shelf. Ted knelt at the treasured books. He began pulling the books out, one after another, and flipping through them.

But all he found were pictures of people without any skin. Red muscles and white bones were shown in all sorts of postures.

A few of the books had drawings of naked women. But none were very exciting.

Ted was about to give up when he heard footsteps. He recognized the sound of high-heels. Again, being alone, unseen, with a stiff cock was terribly exciting. It was getting even more so when Ted knew that there was a woman near who didn't know he was there.

Peering through the shelves, over the tops of the books, Ted saw a pair of tits moving. They were covered with a blue, woolen sweater, which was tightly hugging the boobs.

Lowering himself, Ted caught sight of a wiggling ass. There was something familiar about the woman, but Ted didn't know who she was. Even when he stood on his tip-toes and saw her brown hair he didn't recognize her.

The woman was a few aisles away, but there were two shelves of books between them. Even though Ted could see her, he could remain unnoticed.

Then he saw the woman bend down, looking at a low shelf of books.

Ted caught a glimpse of her face as she bent down. It was Mrs. Black, his homeroom teacher.

Now Ted's prick was jerking powerfully. He had dreamed of fucking this chick every morning since school had started. Peeking at her through the shelves was thrilling.

Ted found that he could, see up the woman's skirt as she crouched at the bottom shelf. Her skirt had risen up her thighs and her panties showed.

As he stared at the crotch of Mrs. Black's panties, Ted dreamed of the pussy behind it.

Suddenly, he knew he would have to jerk off immediately. In his excitement, jerking off with the view up Mrs. Black's skirt would be the best he could expect.

Moving as quickly as he could, Ted brought his hand to his crotch and pulled down his fly. As he fished his thick rod out, he got so excited he could hardly keep from groaning out loud. As it was, his breath was coming in harsh gasps that he was afraid Mrs. Black might hear.

But Ted managed to get his twitching prick in his hand without letting the woman know that he was watching.

But just as Ted was sliding his fist along the length of his prick, Mrs. Black stood up. Her crotch disappeared from view.

Naturally, Ted was horribly disappointed but he wasn't about to stop jerking off. Rather, he stood, and peering through a higher shelf, satisfied himself with the sight of her ample tits.

Mrs. Black was fairly old, older than Ted's mother. In fact, her hair was beginning to get grey. But her body was youthful, slim, and curvy.

Looking at her sweater stretched over her tits wasn't terribly thrilling. But being there, jerking off, with a woman innocent of his intentions, was very exciting. Then Mrs. Black crouched don again.

Ted crouched too. He could see once again up her skin.

But when she rested one hand on her thigh, her fingers partly covered her nylon-covered crotch.

This was exciting, Ted thought, but it was very frustrating too.

But then Mrs. Black's fingers moved out of the way, and Ted peered up her skirt again. He could see a few hairs poking out the leg-holes of her undies.

He was straining his eyes, trying to see if the crotch of her panties revealed a crease at the crack of her cunt. Ted was trying to see that crack so hard he didn't notice that the woman was running her fingers along the insides of her thigh.

It wasn't until Mrs. Black hiked her skirt higher and reached closer to her pussy that Ted caught on.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. She was stroking the skin of her thigh an inch below the hidden mound of her cunt!

Ted couldn't believe he was going to be lucky enough to see his homeroom teacher do something kinky in the stacks of the library. Then Mrs. Black put her fingers right on the soft hill of her cunt, pressing into the white fabric of her panties. She scratched that mound vigorously.

Then she stood up again.

Again Ted was disappointed. But his hope of seeing her do something weird had left him gasping and shaking. His orgasm would be better for having seen her scratch her pussy.

Ted was still pumping his fist on his throbbing cock. The tingling sensations of sexual ecstasy were beginning to spread through him.

But then something happened that threatened Ted's whole plan.

Mrs. Black began leaving the aisle she had been in. Ted thought he would lose sight of her. Then he would be left with his cock in his hand, an orgasm coming, and nothing to look at for stimulation.

But Mrs. Black didn't leave his sight. Rather, she moved into the aisle that had been separating Ted from her. Now they were only separated by one shelf of books. And the gapes in that shelf left Ted open to discovery.

At first be thought he'd better cram his prick back into his pants. But he was too hot to stop now.

Ted froze. Although he could see Mrs. Black moving on the other side of the shelf, she didn't notice him. Ted could even smell her perfume!

Mrs. Black began looking up and down the shelf that separated her from the masturbating boy.

And when Ted could be sure his movements wouldn't attract her attention, he would give his prick a few strokes. His orgasm was still building in him.

Finally, Mrs. Black crouched down again. Ted, terrified of being caught, but helpless, crouched too. It paid off.

Now he had a beautiful view up his teacher's skin. And, yes, he could see the crack of her cunt as the nylon of her undies creased into it.

With this view, Ted could have a fabulous climax. He wanted to hurry so he could come before Mrs. Black stood up again, robbing him of the view.

So Ted let his hand jerk back and forth in a flurry of pumping. It wasn't easy to jerk off while crouching down. So he had to support himself with his other hand at the edge of a shelf.

Just as the pleasure of coming was about to engulf him, though, Ted's hand slipped.

His arm thrust forward, pushing books through the shelf and spilling into the aisle where Mrs. Black crouched.

"What the…?" Mrs. Black gasped.

Then, Ted saw his teacher's face looking at him through the gap he had caused in the line of books.

"Ted! What happened?" she asked.

Ted was panicking. Later he would realize that if only he had kept his cool he could have kept his secret. But by then he would be thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't kept his cool.

"I-I-I-I… I mean," he stammered.

Ted's face was red and his mouth worked crazily as he tried to say something sensible.

But by then Mrs. Black had become suspicious. She frowned. Then she stuck her head through the gap in the shelf that Ted had caused in his clumsiness.

Ted could have melted with embarrassment when he saw Mrs. Black's eyes gaze down to where be held his still-stiff prick in his now-still hand.

The woman's face seemed to become stone. Her mouth was still turned down at the corners in a frown. Her brow was wrinkled with the surprise of having books cascading down at her. Ted was waiting for her to begin scolding him. In fact, he prayed for the scolding to start it would be better than having his teacher frowning at his hard cock and remaining silent. But rather than yell at him for jerking off in the library, Mrs. Black's face began to lose its harsh aspect.

Her mouth slowly fell open. Her eyes relaxed from their frown and widened.

Ted knew he should put his prick away, but for some reason he couldn't. He merely stood there, holding the twitching rod. And it hadn't lost a bit of its firm hardness.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Black gasped. "Oh, Ted!"

The next thing Ted knew, the teacher pulled her head back through the shelf, ran around it, and came face to face with him.