Connie put her arms around the older woman's shoulders as Vivian broke down and started crying.
"Come on, honey," the young girl whispered softly, consoling her teacher. "Everything will work out. You'll see. Andy was just surprised by what was going on. He'll come around."
Vivian's body trembled with quiet sobs. The four youths standing around the room began glancing around sheepishly. One by one, they picked up their discarded clothing and dressed. Then they started filing out of the room until only Jack and Connie were left with the sobbing woman. Jack pulled his shirt on and left for a minute, returning with Vivian's bathrobe and bending over to drape it over her shoulders.
"Look, Mrs. Glenn," he said quietly, glancing in embarrassment at his girlfriend as the young cheerleader continued holding Vivian and stroking the woman's hair, "I'm really sorry. I don't know what the hell I thought I was doing. I shouldn't have called those other guys. I shouldn't have let things get this far out of hand."
Vivian reached up and took his hand, squeezing it softly.
"Jack," she said softly through her sobs, "this is just as much my fault as it is yours. In the end, I suppose I wanted you and Connie to do what you did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have joined in with it in the classroom this afternoon. There's nothing to do but face up to the consequences now."
"Maybe if I talked to Andy," Jack said.
"I doubt that it would help, honey," she sighed, finally bringing her tears under control. "He's really upset right now, and I think that anything you might say would be useless under the circumstances."
"Well, hell," he said, turning to leave the room, "it can't hurt to give it a shot anyway." Connie raised the lovely redhead's face and kissed her softly on the lips.
"We'll be going as soon as Jack comes back," she whispered. "But if there's anything I can do to help…"
"That's sweet, Connie," Vivian said, leaning forward to kiss the young girl again.
There was no longer any use in pretending that things hadn't happened between them. She really cared for the girl, felt love and longing for her sweet young body. Vivian kissed her deeply, sliding her tongue gently between Connie's full lips. Her right hand strayed up, cupping the girl's full tit mound, brushing against the nipple. She felt the girl's hand move upward to grasp a tit, touching it gently, lovingly.
Vivian's hand slid down, and Connie opened her thighs as her teacher pushed her fingers deep into the girl's dripping cunt. The pussy lips were still greasy and slick from the load of cum that had filled her pussy that night. In only an instant Connie's breath had grown shallow and panting as Vivian found the cheerleader's clit and began milking it softly.
"Yesssss, Mrs. Glenn, yesss…" Connie purred in a husky whisper.
Almost unconsciously, the young girl began humping her ass forward and back to meet the insistent torment of the older woman's fingers. "Unh, unh, unh!" she grunted softly as the waves of orgasm ran like fire through her pussy. Vivian could feel the streams of cunt cream running over her fingers as the young girl came one more time.
As they finished, Vivian heard Jack clearing his throat quietly.
"Looks like you were right," he said, walking back into the room. Vivian noticed a huge red spot on the boy's left cheek.
"Oh, honey," the lovely woman said, rising to touch the spot with her fingertips. "Andy hit you?"
"You'd better believe it," Jack said, grinning wryly. "I never would have thought he could move that fast. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. As soon as I walked into the room, he came up off the bed and laid into me. Knocked me flat on my ass with one punch and then just stood there demanding that I get up and fight him. He cooled down pretty fast, though. When I left, he had just turned his back on me and sat back on the edge of the bed. He was staring out the window."
Vivian looked depressed.
"I think maybe Connie and I should leave. And by the way," Jack added just before leaving to go downstairs, "you can consider those photographs destroyed. I'll burn them as soon as I get home." The youth smiled apologetically at his teacher before disappearing around the corner of the door.
"He's right," Connie said, giving Vivian another quick kiss as she grabbed her jeans and put them on. Then she pulled her shirt on over her head and stepped into her shoes. "Maybe you need to have a long talk with Andy. At least, he won't give you a punch in the eye."
I would understand if he did, Vivian thought as she stood there alone in her room. Downstairs, she heard the door close as the two teenagers left the house.
What could she say to Andy right now? What words could she use that didn't sound like nothing more than a pack of excuses? She knew that the boy must feel positively betrayed at the moment. Vivian groaned inwardly as she thought about what she must have looked like when Andy waked up to her door. Four of his friends shooting their hot cum into his mother's body at the same time. A beautiful cheerleader sucking at her hard nipples. She shuddered as she thought about it.
"Well, there's nothing to do but face up to it," she said finally, squaring her shoulders and pulling the sash of her robe tight around her waist.
Andy was still sitting where Jack said he had left him. The boy was staring blindly out the window as if his mind was a thousand miles away in some place where there was no personal pain, no betrayal by those he loved.
"Andy," Vivian said softly. "Honey, I think we need to talk."
Her son made no indication that he had even heard her voice. He continued staring. When the woman sat beside him on the bed and put her arm around his broad shoulder, he remained frozen in position.
"How the hell could you do that?" he said, finally breaking his icy silence. "How could you let them do that to you? And with my friends, too. How the hell am I going to be able to look any of them in the eye." He finally turned to face her and shrug her arm aside. "Now they've all had you in bed."
"Honey," she said, searching desperately for words, "I can't excuse away what has happened. I can explain it in one way, but I don't know that the explanation will be of any help to you."
Vivian drew a deep breath and looked down at her hands as they twisted in her lap.
"You see, darling," she finally resumed, "when your dad and I split up, I thought it was the end of the world. Everything seemed to have gone crazy. Everything that I had known was changed. I dealt with it as best I could, but maybe I wasn't dealing with it at all. Maybe I just shoved the whole mess back into some corner of my brain and pretended that it had gone away. I decided that I didn't need your father or any other man. I was wrong, and something happened today that showed me just how wrong I really was. Before I knew what was happening, things were moving too fast for me to stop them. The result was what you just witnessed."
Vivian stood and walked over to the window to look out at the night. It was so quiet and peaceful out there. Why couldn't some of that calm spill over into her own soul?
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Andy," she said. "I'd give anything to have spared you that, but I can't change it. It's out now, and I can't think of what to do to help you. I needed for something to happen, anything that would bring me back to my awareness of being a woman."
There was no response from her son.
"I wouldn't have chosen for it to happen that way, Andy," she said, wrapping her arms around herself and holding herself against the cold numbness that had swept across her body. "But I needed a man. I needed someone to take me and hold me close. I needed someone to take me as a woman, to make love to me and drain all that tension that had built up over the months. Your father wasn't around anymore. It just had to be somebody."
"Mom," Andy said, walking up behind her and putting his arms around her to pull the trembling woman close, "why couldn't it have been me?"
The boy's hands moved across the front of her body, and Vivian felt her breath catch at the touch of his hands. She wanted to tell him to stop, to deny the feelings that rushed through her flesh.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, as she felt the boy's left hand slide through the slit of her robe to cup one of her huge mounds of tender tit meat gently while the other worked its way down and between her thighs. "Honey, it's… it's just not right. I'm your mother."
"I don't care," Andy whispered huskily, nuzzling at her ear and the side of her throat. "We love each other, and there's no reason we can't show that in every possible way."
The beautiful redhead found herself reaching down to pull the sash of her robe loose and allow the garment to spread open. She could feel her son's hard cock pressing into the crack of her firm ass. Through the denim of the boy's jeans, through the material of her robe, his prick prodded and poked at her. In that instant, Vivian spun around in his arms and pressed her open lips to those of her teenaged son.
"This has to be done right," she groaned as Andy's hands clasped at her ass, pulling the dripping mound of her cunt hard against his rampaging prick. "It has to be slow and swift." Shrugging, she slid the robe from her shoulders. The moonlight streaming through the window made her skin look as pale as alabaster. Her thick red hair had come undone from the time that she had put in to hold it up. In the darkened room, it fell across her shoulders and down her back like the shadow of her wanton hunger. The crimson forest of Vivian's cunt mound was a secret darkness below, hidden from the light.
One by one, the woman undid the buttons of her son's shirt, finally pulling it out of his jeans and letting it slide off the youth's shoulders. Oh God, Vivian thought to herself, his chest is so beautiful. So smooth and broad.
It made her think of the boy's father as a young man, and that memory made her hungry for his flesh. Leaning down, the eager woman began licking and sucking at her son's chest. Andy groaned softly as his mother's teeth and tongue moved teasingly across his skin. He ran his fingers through her hair softly, lovingly, pulling her lips even tighter against him.
Lower, and even lower, the lovely redhead moved her soft lips across the boy's chest and belly. Finally, she found herself at his navel and buried her tongue in the sensitive dimple.
Her desperate fingers pulled and tugged at the snap of the boy's jeans. She pulled so frantically at his zipper that she felt one of her fingernails break against the metal. Vivian didn't care. No pain, no distraction of any kind, could pull her away from her goal. Finally, the pants were unzipped all the way, and like a mad woman, she tugged at them and pulled them down until her son could step free.
Vivian heard her own breath catch in her throat as she finally tuned her eyes to his crotch and allowed herself to gaze at her own son's cock.
"Oh God, Andy," she sighed, "It's so beautiful, so long and thick. I want to taste it, baby." She leaned forward to plant a soft and feathery kiss against the pulsing knob of her son's prick. "I want to feel your cock buried deep in my mouth, resting on my tongue."
The woman hefted the thick weight of her son's cock in one hand, palming the sac of his balls in the other. She ran her tongue all the way around the cock knob.
"I want to drink your cum, Andy." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper. "Feed Mommy all that hot sweet jizz."
"Oh, God!" the boy groaned as his mother buried her beautiful lips between his legs and started licking and lapping at his swollen balls.
"Ummm-hmmmnun," Vivian agreed, sucking first one ball into her drooling lips and then the other. Back and forth, she moved teasingly.
Turning her head, she buried her face in the boy's crack and began rooting tad grunting as she licked and sucked at the tight hole of her son a shitter.
"Oh Jesus, Mom," Andy grunted. He sat down suddenly in the chair by the window, and Vivian found herself kneeling on the floor. Her lovely face was slimed with spit from licking between her son's legs. It was covered with a thin film that shone in the moonlight through the open window.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, suddenly alarmed at the way the boy had pulled away from her. "What happened?"
"Mom," Andy sighed, bending forward to pull her toward him, "I've wanted this for so long that I was getting weak in the knees from it actually happening."
He leaned down to kiss her long and sweetly. His hand moved down to cup her tits. "Please, Mom," he said, nuzzling her ear with his lips and tongue, "suck my cock."
"Oh yes, honey," Vivian said, almost weeping for joy with the awe that she felt for the boy.
She purred, lowering her face and running her long hot tongue across her son's cock head. "Feed Mommy your cum."
Everything went into slow motion for Vivian. She felt the boy's prick knob pushing slickly between her lips, felt the first touch of it against her tongue and the walls of her mouth. My God, she thought to herself, he even tasted like his father. But she knew that had to be nothing more than imagination. Surely there could be no way she could actually remember how her ex-husband's cock had tasted.
As she slid downward on the boy's slab of cock meat, the lovely schoolteacher remembered the first time she had been with David, Andy's dad…
Their families had always been close, the parents belonging to the same club, their homes very nearly next door to each other. The young Vivian had had a terrible crush on David from a very young age, and even though she thought she hid it well, everyone in the neighborhood knew about it. The parents thought it was all very cute, figuring that someday the two might actually get serious. Vivian had all sorts of dreams about what would happen when she got old enough to marry David. She could see him in college, getting a diploma, establishing a career. She envisioned herself setting up housekeeping in a home not far from where their parents lived in the small town, having David's children, the two of them rowing old together.
Then, the war in Vietnam came along. David was torn between two worlds. On one side was his love for Vivian and his hopes for college and an education. On the other side was what he felt to be his duty to his country. At the age of eighteen, the confused boy enlisted in the Marines. He had arrived home from the recruiter's office, proud of his new status and anxious to have his family share in his pride. Vivian had been crushed by his move, and ran crying from the house.
She had no idea where she was running. She had only known that she had to run as far from her beloved David as she could. Far enough to take her away from the nightmare of her fears for his life, her fears of the separation that might wind up splitting them forever.
Standing in the shadowed woods about a half mile from her home, she had leaned against a tree and sobbed until her breath was short and her eyes swollen from the tears. Suddenly, she had felt David's hands on her arms. She knew them even though her back was turned when he walked silently up behind her.
"Vivian," he said, "it's not as bad as all that." But it was. It was as bad as anything she had ever known… and worse. Instinctively, the boy seemed to know her thoughts, to feel her fears and know how to cope with them. He turned her in his arms and held her close until her sobbing quieted and she breathed easily in his grasp.
"When do you leave?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," he said softly. "There's a big rush to get new recruits trained and ready for their assignments."
"Then this may be the last time we'll have together," she said, very nearly crying again at the thought of never seeing David anymore.
"Don't be silly," the boy said, smiling softly and giving her a peck on the forehead. "We'll have a whole life together after I get back. And what's more, my G.I. benefits will pay for college and help us get started with a family."
"I don't want to wait, David," she said. The lovely young girl began opening her blouse. "I want to start right now."
"Honey," he whispered, taking her hands in his and stopping her from completely unbuttoning, "you don't have to do this, you know."
"I know," she said, her voice becoming almost pleading, "but I can't stand the idea of you leaving without the two of us becoming as close as we possibly can. I want you to be the one to take me David. I don't want to have something happen to you and have nothing more than a photograph and a few letters left."
With no more arguments, Vivian finished unbuttoning her blouse. She unhooked the snaps on her bra and pulled it aside. The girl heard her lover's breathing become harsh as she raised his hands and used them to cover the full mounds of her young tits. The moist warmth of his palms set Vivian's pulse to racing as he rubbed gently, twisting easily at the swollen pink nipples and bending to lick them.
"Oh, David," she begged, "make a woman of me."
Lowering her to the pound, the handsome youth raised the girl's skirt, tucking the material into the waistband. He pulled her panties down and off of the firm length of her pale legs. With gentle fingers, David played and prodded between Vivian's legs. He rubbed between the swollen virgin lips of her cunt. He played and teased at the thick nubbin of the girl's clit. Vivian felt that no woman had ever felt such pleasure before. She knew nothing about what men and women did together, and she was open for whatever her David might demand of her.
"There are lots of ways that people please their lovers," the older and more experienced boy whispered.
"I want you to teach me, David," she pleaded. "Show me how to please you. Teach me what to do."
With that, the boy's lips moved down her stomach as I kissed and licked his way to her unexplored pussy. Almost instinctively, Vivian seemed to know what was coming. She bent her knees and braced her feet wide apart in the sweet carpet of forest grass and pine needles. David kissed and sucked her cunt, licking at the flesh of her clit and sliding his juice-greased middle finger into her virgin shitter. For the first time, the beautiful young girl had an orgasm at the hands of a man.
It was as if the explosions in her cunt were never going to stop as the trembling rolled like waves through her sensitive loins.
"Yes, David," she grunted in her young lust. "Oh, David, lick me, darling. It's coming again and again."
David continued, sucking and drinking gladly at her creaming pussy until the girl could stand no more.
Then the boy showed her the woman's side of making love with lips and tongue.
"It's a normal part of making love," he whispered as the young girl looked at the size of his prick with wonder and a small amount of fear. "Think of a baby nursing at its mother's breast. Just make love to it with your mouth lick and suck. Experiment a little bit. It comes by trial and error."
Tentatively at first, then with growing lust, the girl took the swollen cock knob between her lips and laved it with her hot wet tongue. Immediately, she realized that she actually loved the tastes and smells of David's prick and balls.
There seemed to be something so musky about the odors, something that could only be defined as male. She suddenly knew that by taking him into her body, she was making him her man. Nothing would ever be able to change that.
Suddenly, she felt David's body stiffen as his balls exploded with their first blast of hot cum. The jism took her totally by surprise, but she swallowed it hungrily. It made her know that at last David was totally hers. That he had given himself to her as much as she had surrendered her body to him.
When her lover had finished, Vivian lay quietly with the length of his prick still buried between her lips. In a few minutes, she started sucking again until his cock suddenly started growing hard again and pushing farther and farther into the back of her throat. This time, however, David had other ideas.
"It's time you really lost your virginity," he growled huskily as he rolled the beautiful young redhead onto her back and spread her thighs wide. He planted the thick knob of his prick between her virgin cunt lips and moved it up and down.
Vivian had been almost afraid when he first turned her onto her back. But the more he slid the head of his prick through her still-dripping cunt gash, the more her fears disappeared. They were crowded out by the young girl's own hunger as fiery fingers traced paths of heat through her belly again.
"Oh yes, David," she panted. "Take me. Use me. I want to be totally your woman."
The boy fucked her, showing the beautiful girl more pleasure than she had ever imagined could exist in the world. At a young age, Vivian became a woman in the only real sense of the ward.
Now, here she was repeating the process, allowing her womanhood to be reborn. This time, however, it was with Andy, her own son. The differences were unimportant. The emotions, the feelings, the tastes and smells, were all the same. Vivian felt that she was learning the sweet joys of sucking a man's cock all over again.
Down, down, she impaled her lovely face on her son's cock. She gobbled at the huge slab of prick meat, reveling in the taste of hot flesh and the odors of cum and sweat and piss that rose from his crotch.
Vivian sucked and drooled over the length of her son's cock meat until finally, she found that the whole of it was fucking in and out of her panting mouth. Her nose and chin were buried in the thick blond hair that grew like a forest around the base of the boy's cock.
"Oh Christ, Mom," Andy grunted, reaching down and under to fondle his mother's bobbing tits and pull the nipples out into a delighted mass of tormented flesh. "Suck me, Mom. Eat my cock all the way down. I'm gonna blow your head off with my cum!"
"Mmmph, mmmmph," the woman grunted as she prayed silently for her beautiful son to feed her hungry mouth.
Again and again, she slid her face up, leaving only the knob of his prick buried between her lips. Then she would dive downward again and bury the cock head all the way into the back of her throat until the stiff crotch hairs were scratching at her nose and chin.
It's delicious, Vivian marveled silently. I can hardly wait for his load of cum.
As it is, she didn't have long to wait at all. Vivian was caressing and massaging gently at the boy's balls all the time she sucked at his length of prick meat. Suddenly, she felt them start swelling in her hand. Andy's prick was growing even thicker with each downward plunge of his mother's face. The cock knob itself had grown so large that it was all that Vivian could do to swallow it all the way down.
In a frenzy of rut-hunger, Andy started humping fiercely against the woman's face. Like a meaty piston, his prick was driven back and forth through the hot wet sheath of her dripping mouth. Then the youth went mad.
"Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" he grunted, nearly coming out of the chair as the first blast of his hot jism boiled upward from the depths of his balls.
Vivian felt her mouth immediately flooded by the huge wave of cum.
Oh yes, baby, she sighed silently as the muscles of her throat worked convulsively to swallow down all the boy's hot sweet cum. Give it to me, honey. Give your delicious cream to Mommy.
Over and over, the thick gouts of cum splashed into the woman's gasping mouth. As hard as she tried, Vivian couldn't swallow it all. Heavy gobs streamed out of the corners of her lips and ran down to collect in the forest of blond hair around the base of Andy's cock.
Finally, Vivian felt her son's tremblings begin to subside. Milking hungrily, she forced the last few drops of cum up from the boy's balls and lapped them up like a starving animal.
Then, she lowered her face until she could bury her lips in the thick forest of her son's cum slimed cock hairs. Licking and sucking, she cleaned Andy's crotch of every delicious drop of cum.
"Don't you think that maybe it's your turn now?" he asked as she raised her face.
"Oh, I do indeed," Vivian said, standing and pulling her bathrobe back on. "But there's something else I think we should do first."
"What's that?" Andy asked in confusion.
"Don't you think that your grandparents and sister might be starting to wonder what in the world has kept you for so long? What was it that brought you back to the house anyway?"
"Oh, I just wanted to pick up the jacket I had forgotten," the boy explained.
"Well, I'd say you picked up a lot more than just your jacket," Vivian smiled down at her son. "Why don't you go ahead to bed? I'm going to call Grandma and Grandpa and tell them not to worry. I'll give them some excuse about you staying here tonight and then going on back over to their house tomorrow morning. They'll probably buy that."
Vivian kissed her son and left the room. Walking down the hall toward the phone in her room, she found herself shaking her head in amazement at the complications of life, at the eternal and unending nature of love that can show up suddenly from the most unexpected sources.