Mom Caught Me pt. 5_(1)

Mom Caught Me pt. 5

Detention with Miss Hunter was always brutal. She had a very commanding presence in any situation and had absolutely no tolerance for horseplay. I quietly pretended to read something in my history textbook and prayed she would not begin interrogating me about being late to class. My prayers were not answered…

“Jeff, why were you late to my class today?” she sharply inquired, not lifting her focus from the papers she was grading.

I almost wanted to tell her the truth, just in spite of her cocky attitude, but I didn’t. That would have opened a whole new can of worms.

“Miss Hunter I was only like two min-“

“Jeff I don’t care how late you were!” she cut me off abruptly, looking up quickly from her papers as she spit the words out. “And honestly, I don’t like your tone either.” She pursed her lips together tightly and stared silently into my eyes.

Miss Hunter was gorgeous in the face. Her demeanor made her fairly undesirable to fantasize about, but I still tried. She wore very unflattering clothing, undoubtedly to cover her more distracting features. The few fantasies I did have of her were fueled by one fateful day when she actually wore a slightly form-fitting outfit. Although it was a long-sleeve turtleneck sweater and a fairly long black skirt, it still showed that she was packing a fairly immense set of titties and a nice, tight hourglass figure. I jerked off a few times imagining her peeling those tight layers off for me and showing me her big, fat tits.

“Well, I’m sorry Miss Hunter. It won’t happen again..” I tried to say what I thought she wanted to hear.

“Jeff this is the 5th time this quarter. I don’t think ‘it won’t happen again’ is good enough”. She sat in thought for a few moments, arms crossed, staring at me firmly.

“I’m calling your mother” she finally spat out as she began picking up the handset on her desk. “This behavior needs to stop immediately”.

Great… That’s all I need. More awkwardness between mom and me. I figured mom wouldn’t care too much that I was 2 minutes late and would understand that Miss Hunter takes her job way too damn seriously. I still didn’t want mom to think I was messing up in School.

“Hi Sharon it’s Miss Hunter, I have Jeff with me this afternoon and just wanted to have a word with you about his punctuality these last few weeks…” The conversation went on for a few minutes and I began to ignore the pointless back-and-forth between my mom and Miss Hunter, until suddenly-

“Yes that would be fantastic if you wanted to come up and have a chat.. Right now?.. Yes that would be great I’ll see you soon” Miss Hunter stared daggers into my eyes as she slowly hanged up the phone. The left side of her mouth curled into a slight smirk of satisfaction. She was definitely passionate about her craft, I had to give her credit for that.

My stomach churned as the seconds ticked by. Some crazy stuff had gone down with mom the last few days, but I knew it was coming to an abrupt end and I would be grounded for a while after this.

After about 10 minutes there was a light rapping at the classroom door.

“Come on in, Sharon” Miss Hunter called from her desk through the closed door. Mom tentatively stepped into the classroom and shut the door behind her. She looked at me with disappointment.

“The guilty suspect, huh?” She said to Miss Hunter while still staring at me. Miss Hunter didn’t laugh at my mom’s attempt to loosen the tension in the room. Instead she intended to get straight to business.

“Sharon have a seat please” She gestured to the seat directly in front of her desk. Mom obediently did as she was told. “Jeff has been late to this class 5 times this quarter. I take punctuality very seriously and it is my role as a teacher to instill good values in my students.”

“Miss Hunter, I understand but-” Mom was quickly cut off.

“I believe there could be something at home causing Jeff to think it’s okay to defy his superiors and I’d like to get to the bottom of it” The last line seemed to shock mom a bit. Miss Hunter was being pretty presumptuous. I think mom took it as somewhat of an attack on her parenting as she straightened up in her seat and began a counter-attack.

“Miss Hunter, Jeff is a good kid. I will have a word with him at home about getting to class on time, but I don’t believe his tardiness is indicative of something deeper. He just.. had something to work on this morning before school” Mom faltered a bit at the last line and I knew exactly why.

“Jeff, come sit down next to your mother” Miss Hunter shot at me firmly and gestured at the seat right next to mom. I quickly ambled over and sat down obediently.

“If you’re late again I may need to take further actions, do you understand?” She said with conviction. Mom reached over and put her hand on my thigh to comfort me. She knew Miss Hunter was taking this too seriously.

“Yes Miss Hunter” I said quietly with my head down slightly. Mom began stroking my thigh up and down comfortingly. “I promise to get to class on time from now on”

Miss Hunter began to rant at mom and me about the importance of punctuality. Frankly, I was completely ignoring every word. Mom continued to lovingly pet my thigh as she also ignored Miss Hunter’s ranting as well. I glanced over at mom and was greeted with a welcome view. She was wearing a fairly tight button-up blouse that was showing off a sizable swell of cleavage at the top. Also, from my vantage point and because the blouse was a bit too tight for her chest, the opening between two buttons right at her tits was pushed open a little. I could see right through to her lacy bra. Her generous tit flesh was slightly spilling over the edge of the bra cup and was swelling up and down with each breath she took. This view coupled with mom’s hand gently grazing up and down my thigh began having an unwelcome affect on my cock.

My dick started its slow and agonizing growth down the leg of my shorts. I was afraid to move or adjust my shorts in any way in fear that it would bring Miss Hunters attention onto me, so I just let my cock gradually reach down the length of my thigh. It actually felt pretty nice, slowly grinding along the inside of my boxers and against my warm thigh. I started to get a bit concerned that it was growing closer and closer to my moms hand, absentmindedly sliding up and down my thigh. I continued stealing glances at my moms soft, inviting looking breasts, and that’s when I felt it. Her hand bumped into the head of my still-growing dick. It sent a slight tingle up my cock shaft and served to aid in the growth of my hardening member.

Mom didn’t seem to even register what she was doing, but each stroke up my thigh caused her hand to gently graze the head of my cock.