Laurie Chandler - Pervert teacher

Well, Elsie looks pretty much the same. Oh, no, she's not coming to the door in that tacky bathrobe. Doesn't she have any shame? Greeting her nephew in a bathrobe! Boy, that's the height of something or other.

I really should ring the bell. That'll startle Elsie as well as Gary. She wasn't really too upset when I was run out of town. Well, honey, I'm back. Marianne is back in town!

Maybe I'll wait a second or two. Perhaps he's gone to pick something up. Maybe she has some food prepared. If Tom's away, I bet no one will be doing the cooking. Carolyn hates to cook. Yes, that must be it. I bet Elsie has been preparing food for the two of them.

He still hasn't come out yet. Come on, Gary, I want to get back home before Tom gets back, if he comes home nowadays. For all you know, he fucks around so much he never comes home. His children aren't all that important to him, despite what he says. The only thing that Tom thinks about is Tom and his cock.

Come on, Gary honey. Mother is getting tired of waiting. I really should ring the bell. Love to see Elsie's face when she opens the door.

Silence. Come on, answer the fucking doorbell. More silence. I'll ring until my finger falls off. I know you're home.

Ahh, footsteps. That sister of mine always drags her feet. Get with it, Elsie honey!

"Marianne!!"

"Elsie darling, how are you?" No need to stand on ceremony and wait to be invited in. There, I'm in. Elsie has a funny look on her face, and she's even more disheveled now than she was before. I think she's falling apart by the second.

"Un, Marianne, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting you. Why? Surprised to see me?"

"Well, urn, yes, not that I'm not glad, of course, but I hadn't the foggiest notion you were in town."

"Neither did I until this morning. I've decided to come home."

"B-B-But you can't! The scandal!"

"What scandal? The only scandal is the fact that I've let myself be bullied for too long. I'm home to stay now."

"But Tom's job. He can't let the publicity about you get around. It will hurt his job."

"So what? Besides, I always figured he wasn't ordering me out for my own or my children's benefit. Speaking of which, where's Gary?"

"G-G-Gary?"

"Yes, G-G-Gary. My son. Where is he?"

"Uh, I don't know? Why ask me?"

"Because I saw him come in here. Now where is he? I want to talk to him."

"I don't know. Gary didn't come in here."

"Will you come on back here, Elsie love! This thing is going to get soft without you. Now come on back here, or I'm coming out to get you. In fact, I'm coming out now and I'm going to drag you back to the bedroom with your mouth around my – MOM!!"

"Gary!!"

"Well, Marianne, you wanted to know where he was. He's here."

"I can see that. Now don't you run back into the bedroom. Either one of you. Gary, you get over here right now. Move it!"

I can hear him desperately putting his clothes on. So that's what he came over here for.

"And how long has this been going on, Elsie?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't? I do. Come on, Gary, get your ass in here and get it here fast!"

"Coming, Mom." There he is. All dressed up with a bulge in front of his pants. Couldn't get it down again so fast, huh?

"Well?"

"Well what, Mom?"

"Why Elsie? What about Betty?"

"Betty and I are pffft. Besides, I don't see what business it is of yours. From what I understand, you didn't exactly lead a chaste life."

"What?"

"Oh, Dad told us the whole story. After you left, he said the story of your being sick was fake. You made it with a kid in your class, didn't you, Ma? Don't lie, because both Carolyn and I know the truth about you and young guys."

"How dare you!" There. I slapped him and I'm glad. He deserved it.

"You mean it's not true?"

"No, Gary, it is true. It's true I like them young. But I'm not hypocritical about it. Unlike another parent you have, I'll own up to my own weaknesses."

"Well, gee, Ma, I'm sorry."

"You ought to be. Just don't look down on me, okay?"

"I don't, Ma."

"Perhaps. Anyway, how long have you and Elsie been carrying on?"

"Don't answer her, Gary. Tell her to mind her own business."

That Elsie is really a jerk. No wonder I hated her when we where growing up together. She's as big a creep now as she was then. How could my son want her enough to fuck her? He's good-looking. Surely even if he and Betty aren't seeing each other any more, there would be other girls for him.

"Elsie, lock yourself in the bedroom. Gary and I have things to discuss, and I don't want you around."

"It's my house. You can leave."

"Don't you tell me to leave, Elsie. After all the things I did for you when we were younger. You leave. I want to talk to Gary, and I want to talk to him now! Now get lost, Elsie, before I lose my temper!"

Look at her scurry out of the room! Boy, Marianne, when you get going, you really get going!

"Well, Gary? How long?"

"Not too long, Ma. Just a bit."

"You can do better than her. There must be dozens of girls who would gladly offer themselves to you. Why Elsie?"

"I can't say."

"You must say. Why? I don't mind. Don't think that your mother is an old prude. I bet I've got more things to tell you than you have to to tell me. Now what is it about Elsie?"

"Her mouth."

"You mean she gives you blow-jobs? Pardon your mother's crudity, but is that what you like about her?"

"I guess so." Boy, Gary is something. He's probably groovy in bed, but he's up-tight out of it.

Now this cock I would love to suck. It would freak him out, I'm sure of it. So come sucks him off all the time. I guess women don't always realize how important it is to have a good tonguing technique. Lots more guys like that more than they think.

Elsie is probably finger-fucking herself, I bet. I know my sister. When we were younger, I would catch her fucking herself with whatever she could find that would slide up her cunt. She once fucked herself with a broom handle. It was glorious to watch. Her pussy got so hot and wet, that I started to fuck myself just watching her.

"Can you get all your meat into her mouth?"

He's turning redder still. He never heard his mother talk this way. Well, I'm learning how to be the kind of person I always wanted to be, and it feels good.

His cock hasn't gone completely soft yet. He must have had a raging hard-on when I rang the bell. He's trying to hide his erection from me, but he's not doing a very good job of it. I wouldn't mind seeing that cock again. It looked terrific for that second when he dashed into the living room, not expecting to see anyone but Elsie.

"Tell rue what Elsie does to make you want her."

"You know."

"Tell me. I want to hear it from your own lips. Otherwise I won't be sure that we're talking about the same thing."

"She likes to suck me off. Okay?"

"No. Do you like it?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because she's very good at it. She's better at it than any other woman I've ever known. Even better than Betty, and Betty was tops when it came to cock-sucking."

"So Elsie can really give you head. Well, good for her. And you've been coming here just to get your cock sucked?"

"Mother! Don't talk like that."

"Why not? You do it, so why are you embarrassed to talk about doing it? You're a funny guy, Gary. Sometimes I simply don't understand you. You've got a lot going for you, and yet you don't always take advantage of it. I've learned only recently, but you've got to learn to confront yourself and be honest with yourself. You shouldn't be ashamed to admit that you like getting your cock sucked."

"I'm not ashamed of it. I enjoy getting blow-jobs. That's why I come over here. Elsie really knows how to please me. Her technique is fabulous, Mother. She can really suck a mean dick."