Let me tell you, it all started when my husband and I were having dinner one night. Our son was struggling in his math class, and we didn’t know what to do. That’s when I had an epiphany – why not just fuck the teacher and make him give our boy a better score?
At first, my husband was horrified at the idea. “You can’t just sleep with someone to get your kid ahead,” he said, shaking his head. But I just smiled sweetly and told him not to worry… because that’s exactly what I planned to do.
So I started leaving “accidental” notes for my son’s teacher in his mailbox – you know, the kind of dirty messages that make a guy hard in seconds flat. And sure enough, he started responding with some filthy texts of his own.
Before long, we were meeting up at the teacher’s house whenever my husband was out of town on business. And let me tell you… this man knew how to fuck!
He’d bend me over the couch and slam into me hard and fast, just like my son does when he’s pounding his girlfriend in the ass. I loved every second of it, moaning and screaming his name as he filled me up with his hot cum.
But here’s the kinky part… sometimes I’d pretend that he was actually my son instead of a grown man. “Mmm, yeah baby… give mommy all your cock!” I’d whisper in his ear as we fucked, imagining that it was really my boy spreading me open and making me cum like crazy.
And you know what? It worked like a charm. By the time our boy’s next grade came around, he had improved dramatically – and I knew exactly why.
