Naughty Mother

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Another terrible performance was given by my home student; I’m a teacher who provides private tutoring to students who needed extra help. As I said, this particular boy had a lot of problems. I thought he was capable of the work, but his head was always in another place.His concentration drifted very easily, the paper I had given him was for students a year below him, he failed even to get twenty-five percent correct.His mum was a nice lady, respectable or so I thought until that one day.I was also the student’s teacher at school, and the one who gave him his marks, these marks were the ones that counted, not the home paper ones. He needed to pass in order to get through to a football team for the school.He was good at football, but his marks in my lessons stank. I had taught the kid through quite a few evenings, one to one, for two months and although there was an improvement, it was very slow and very little. His mum would sometimes come into the room; she sat on a chair, drank her tea and read a book, and I think she also watched us. Well, I think she actually watched me. Several times I would catch her out the corner of my eye as she gazed across to me. I felt a bit uncomfortable but thought nothing of it.  We had just finished for the evening and I was talking to him when his mum came into the room and listened. I did not mind that as I wanted her to hear as well. I told the kid, he needed to buck up his ideas and concentrate a little harder; otherwise, a position on the team may not be open to him.I also told him that even without the offer of the football team, he needed to get through with good marks for a better future for himself, I said to him, “In the long run you will be the one who benefits from the efforts you put in now.”He looked at me as if it meant nothing, he ran out of the room and I heard the front door slam shut. His mum looked at me and shook her head, she said, “I know what you are saying, but I don’t think he is up to that sort of challenge.”I stood and looked at Ruth, the kid’s mum, and said, “I know he can improve, is it me he doesn’t like?”Ruth stood with her empty cup and began to walk slowly towards me she said, “You! What, you being black?” she sniggered.She walked past me and picked up my empty mug, she carried on into the kitchen and said, “I don’t think so, actually I know that’s not the case.”I walked and stood in the doorway of the kitchen and said, “I didn’t mean it like bahis siteleri that, I just meant me as a teacher.”She placed the cup and mug into the sink and walked back in my direction. She walked slowly and steadily, mainly because of her size, Ruth was a large lady, not overly obese, but a few pounds overweight.I knew Ruth was fifty-three years old, her skin was as white as white could be, the type that does not tan. She tried to look young; she dyed her blond hair with all sorts of different colours from month to month. This month she coloured it all and was an intense red, very vibrant, it was long and frizzy.As she walked she said, “Look, forget about that, I’m paying you a lot of money to see he gets a pass into that team. I’ll have a word with him when he comes back home.”I stepped aside as she passed me, I turned sideways to her. And holy shit, she grabbed my cock and said, “Otherwise I’ll have to think of something else to raise… his score.” She winked and moved on.I was a bit shocked, as I followed her out, back into the front room to pick up my books, I said, “Excuse me… sorry!” as I rushed past her.I picked up my books and briefcase, I said, “I’ll be going now, thank you for the coffee.”Ruth was not my type, I was single but Ruth did not interest me. As you have gathered, I am black and I’m twenty-four years old. I have typical short frizzy hair and body wise I’m just a medium, nothing special.I left and as I passed a field on the way home I saw the young lad playing football with his mates, and I understood why Ruth said ‘it was not because I was black.’ Looking at all his friends he was playing with, there were more coloured kids than white.The next tutoring evening I was back there, I felt very apprehensive and nervous, but nothing happened. Ruth without asking made me a coffee and just talked pleasantly. No hint or mention of what happened the other day.I gave more lessons and things had improved in the young boy’s attitude as well as grasping the subject matter a little better. I thought I was making some headway with the kid.It was the last home lesson before the final test paper at school. I spent most of the lesson tutoring him giving him some advice and pointers, while Ruth sat, drank and read. For the rest of the lesson, I talked to him about his concentration and praised him for his improvement, slight as it may have been.I thought it best to encourage him and give him a bit of self-belief canlı bahis siteleri and hope that would drive him on. As soon as I had finished he ran off, to his mates in the field I presumed. I stood and took my empty mug into the kitchen.As I walked back into the room, Ruth was standing by the table where I had my books and briefcase. She looked at me and said, “Thank you for giving him that talk, but I know that won’t improve his marks. I’d like to be of some… help!”I looked at her quizzically as I was not sure how Ruth expected to help her son. I said, “Yes, I think he needs all the help he can get; whether that’s from me… Or you.”She said, “I can see you’ve tried your hardest, so if you don’t mind I’d like to add my little push for him.”She grabbed me with a hand behind my neck and pulled me towards her, she kissed me. I was taken by surprise and pushed her back, I said, “Ruth… Please… What are you doing, please don’t. It won’t help, this won’t help!”She still had her hand on the back of my neck, and she said, “Oh it’ll help, maybe not him…!”She pulled me back and tried to kiss me again, and again I pushed her away saying, “Ruth please, please don’t.”And although she was a large lady she was strong with it. She pulled me back to her lips, she didn’t kiss me, she spoke close to my lips, they touched as she spoke, “We’re going to have a little fun. Just you and I, right now… Get upstairs!”I had to push hard to even budge her a bit, I said, “Whatever you have in mind, please understand, I can’t, I’d lose my job.”She let go of my neck, but she grabbed my hand in a very tight grip and led me, she said as we walked… well… she walked, I got dragged, she said, “How on earth is anyone going to find out!”She passed the front door and locked it, she turned and winked to me and said, “He won’t be home for another hour, but just in case.”She then dragged me upstairs into her bedroom; she left the door open and pushed me in. She said, “Don’t think of running Harry, cause if you do I’ll report you for negligence. There only has to be one bad egg in the basket, but it touches the others. Scars run deep, Harry… then see if teaching remains as your profession.”I knew that was not right, but what was I supposed to do… apart from play along. She obviously wanted sex and for some reason, she wanted it from me. I could only think she was doing it for her son, but something was telling me she just wanted sex… maybe canlı bahis she didn’t have a regular boyfriend… or just no male friends who would service her.She had already started to take her clothes off. She had on a long dress which she had slipped off and was in her knickers and bra in no time.Her bra strained to contain her enormous boobs, her stomach lightly folded over the waistband of her knickers. She had her hands behind her back to undo her bra as she shook her head from side to side, flicked her red hair back from her face.She brought her hands forwards and took hold of the cups of the bra. She looked at me and said, “Look here, Harry… now you’ve seen my bosoms,” she pushed them together, and said, “let’s get a look at that black cock that’s going to shuffle between these.”I was stood frozen to the spot; I just looked at Ruth as she walked up to me, her face close to mine; she started to undo my belt and zipper as she spoke to me, “Men! I have to do everything myself.”She kissed my lips and stepped back; she got hold of my waistbands and pulled down my trousers and pants in one. My cock was in full view, I was not aroused, I was still in shock and disbelief. I stared at her as she looked at my vertically drooped cock.She stepped back, then closer and again… Close to my face. With a finger, she stroked my cock and said, “Would you like me to wake this up?”I stared at her face and said, “I can’t do this.”She then got a bit ratty, she grabbed my cock in her fist and yanked it several times as she said, “Look here… this… this is happening. Get with it.”I closed my eyes; her yanking of my cock was taking effect. My cock gained rigidity with every pull she gave. She was still close to my face, she said, “See… your cock wants a piece of me.” Not much of a hand job, just a hand that was trying to yank my cock out from its root.In my head, it was totally wrong and not the right thing to do or accept. But my cock in her warm chubby fingers had a different idea; it seemed my cock was going to do the thinking for the next events that Ruth had in mind.      She took a step back and looked down, she placed both her hands on my cock and looked up and said, “Fuck me Harry, nice cock. I’ve never had a cock where I can place both my hands on a thick shaft.”I was almost fully hard and I had to give in. Either I protest and fuck her, which would be a bit disappointing for both of us, or I play along and get involved. After all, I was sure that that was going to be a one-off, so why not enjoy it, my mind weakened but my cock was solid.I knew she was not my type, if I walked down the street and she passed me, I would not have looked at her twice.

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