From Math Teacher – to Online Whore

I had to stay after school. I was beating the erasers on the chalk board in detention. I looked up to see the male teacher was falling asleep. It was close to 4pm. I only had a few more minutes before the last bell to go home. I had just moved in my Grand Mothers basement about a week ago. She was always out playing Bingo or at church. It was a good thing. My parents were no longer in the picture. I was going to drive my old clunker home. It was a late model with some huge rims and big speakers. It god bad gas mileage but it turn heads.

I was still single. I had just broke up with a girl at the beginning of school. She caught with her Mom having sex. She walked in her Mom bedroom to see me fucking her Mom in the ass. Damn her Mom could fuck. After that she started some rumors around school I was a bad guy. No harm. I was not looking to get tied down. I was over skinny high school girls. I was more into curvier ladies. The bodacious hottie with the voluptuous curves. The wider the ass and the bigger the boobs was my new motto. It was hard to find these girls at school. But there were around my small town. You just had to look.

Ring! Ring!! “OK! You can all go now. I hope I don’t see you tomorrow.” said the male teacher. I walked out into the hallway. I headed down to my locker. I picked up my gym bag and put on some sun glasses. I walked out into the parking lot. All most everyone had gone home for the day. I walked over to my car. I slipped in the front seat. I looked out my rear view mirror.

I took a big gulp. There was my new math teacher getting into her mini van. Mrs. Amber Hills. She was in her mid forties but could pass for much younger. She had just started a few weeks ago. She got all the guys in math class attention when she first walked in. She had on a super tight sweater. A long skirt that covered her long curvy legs. She was maybe 5ft 8 with long blonde hair passed her shoulders. She had on a small wedding ring. She did not wear any makeup. She dressed very conservative but you could tell she was packing some large breast and a huge ass under her clothes. I changed seat to be near the front to check her out more. I always handed her my home work with a big smile.

I had to go talk to her before she went home. I quickly got out and walked to her mini van. Today she was wearing a super tight pair of brown pants that hugged every curve. She was wearing a brown sweater that was super tight on her breast. “Hi! Mrs. Hills. Leaving for the day?” I said. “Oh! What! Hi! Buck. What are you doing here?” she said. “I got detention. Had to stay after. How about you?” I said. “Detention hun! I got my performance review today. I guess it went OK.” she said. “Cool!” I said. She put her purse on the roof of her mini van. She was putting her key in the driver side door. I stood behind her checking out her round ass. “Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” she said. “Yes! I study last night and in detention.” I said. “Buck! Why were you in detention?” Mrs. Hills said. “It’s a long story but I asked a certain person at school something I should maybe not have. She took it the wrong way. Then she sent me to detention.” I said.

Earlier in the day. I was stopped in the hallway by the Vice Principle. Mrs. Vicky Tanner. She has been out to get me since my freshman year. I turned down her daughter to go out with another girl to the prom. Ever since then she had a personal vendetta against me. She asked me how I always seem to have money. I told her I was pretty smart with the Internet. I was starting a new web site. She would be perfect for. She had the perfect assets for the web site. (44DD – 30 Waist – 44 hips/ass) She saw me looking at her big breast. Next thing I knew I was in the Principle office. Then off to detention. If I was to guess. I had to say Mrs. Hills might be bigger than the Vice Principle.

I stood a few inches behind Mrs. Hills. “Well I am sorry you were in detention. You have been such a model student in my class. You do make it a joy to come in every morning to teach.” she said. I smiled. Mrs. Hills turned around. “Was it bad? Did you say something terrible? I just love good gossip. Was it a teacher?” she said. I could tell she wanted to know. She was moving her plain fingernails on the door. She was leaning her big ass on the door trying to keep her balance. “I’m not sure I can say. It would be very embarrassing for her. It was not a teacher. I have know her for sometime at the school. Mmmmmm……long pause. OK. Mrs. Hills I can see you want me to say…..she….wanted….to know if I could help….her make some extra money. She lost some money to a scam online. I told her about my new web site and how she could earn some extra money after school. Then she got mad. I got detention.” I said.

“Oh I see. Well that is unfortunate. How much could she have made?” Mrs. Hills said. “Depending on how good she was at it. Maybe a couple of hundred a session.” I said. “Wow! That sounds like allot. I can’t believe I keep asking these questions. Is this a bad wed site. One of those adult sites. Buck tell me the truth.” said Mrs. Hills. “Mmmm no! Not a bad site. Just good clean fun. Nothing she has not done with her husband. She could have made $300 tonight after school.” I said. “Oh Buck! I need to go home before I get into trouble. Step back young man. I can’t believe we talked. It’s no wonder she sent you to detention. I most go. We never talked. Good night!!!!” said Mrs. Hills.

I stepped back as she climbed into her front seat. I watched as she put her mini van in drive. She hit the gas to go pass me. I moved my head to follow her licence plate. A second later. Her purse fell at my feet. It rolled against my sandals. I bent down to pick it up. I looked back up to see no sign of her mini van. I opened her purse. I was going to try to call her. She must have a cell or a home phone. I looked through a bunch of bills in her purse. I could not find a number. I picked up one bill. It was from the power company. It was a final notice. They were going to shut off her power tomorrow. I pulled out a few more bills. They were all similar. Final notice or urgent marked on all of them. There was even a stub from her husband unemployment check. After last week. His benefits ran out.

I smiled as I put Mrs. Hills purse in my car. I pulled out her power bill. I put her address in my cell. I got directions to her house. I pulled in her driveway. She lived at the end of a long street. I only saw her mini van parked in front of the garage. I took out her purse. I put it under my arm. I put her power bill in my back pocket of my cargo shorts. I pushed the small toys off the sidewalk. I rang the door bell.

Ring! Ring! “Your back! All ready! What! Oh! Hi! Buck! I thought you were my husband with the kids. He took them to the town fair tonight.” said Mrs. Hills. “You dropped your purse. I figured you might want it right back. It fell off the roof of your mini van.” I said. “Thank you! Please come in. I don’t want my neighbors to see you. They are all very nosey. How did you find my house?” she said. “I looked at one of your bills. I was going to take your purse to the Principle office. But I thought they might see all the Final Notices on your bills. That might not be good for your review.” I said with a smile.

“Thank you. My husband lost his job. We have two small kids. I had to go back to work.