Cheerilee's Study Session (Sobriquet541)

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Sobriquet541 is the author of this fabulous piece.


Oh hello sweetie... I'm glad you came to this private session Anon.. Now today we're going to learn about the words 'Lactation', 'Breastfeeding' and 'Mama.' Will you come over here and we can begin?

>"Sweetie"
>You didn't hate it when she called you that, but it never really sat right with you.
>You stood idle in the doorway and looked around the room
>You thought it odd that Ms. Cheerilee would be offering private after school tutor sessions in her own home; one would think a classroom would be better.
>So it was it especially odd that she wanted to do them in her bedroom
>From what you surveyed there was no writing desk or otherwise hard surface in her boudoir that you could place your books upon
>The kitchen seemed far more practical, but you decided against risking impudence to point out the obvious
>Ms. Cheerilee had so selflessly volunteered to help you boost your grades, after all. Couldn't be rude to your host.
>So, with all the courtesy you could muster, you responded
"Lactation and breastfeeding. Got it. I think I know what "Mama" means though. Shall I just sit anywhere?"
>Your darling teacher seemed a little taken aback for some reason
>You hoped you weren't being too presumptuous
>Though you though it may have been because she was feeling a little shy; she was, after all, sporting only a blouse and some panties
>But hey, who are you to judge how people dress in their own home
>"Uhm...actually, Sweetie, why don't you sit on my bed. I think we can get a lot more done in the bed if you *ahem* catch my meaning~"
"Well...it would be more comfortable. And we would have to sit side-by-side! I read somewhere that is meant to foster a stronger student-teacher relationship. No wonder we're not in the kitchen! Dang, you're a clever one Ms. C."
>You smiled and shook your head as you made your way over to the curiously well made, and lavishly cushioned bed spread of your teacher
>Funny, as you passed her you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of what was unmistakably a very confused and incredulous look on Ms. Cheerilee.

>You gingerly sat down on your teacher's bed
>It was clear she went through a lot of effort to make the bed nice so, being the considerate chap you liked to be, you didn't want to mess it up.
"I really like your bed, Ms. C!"
>"Oh? Is my bed the only you see that you like~?"
>You pondered the question and turned your eyes back towards Cheerilee
>She stood facing you, only a few feet away
>She donned a smile that affected an air of mysterious coyness and crossed her arms over her chest lifting her bust
>At this your eyes widened
"Oh! I really like your pillows, Ms. C!"
>Ms. Cheerilee giggled at your remark as though you were some kind of amusing child
>"Oh? And what about them do you like~?"
>She stepped a little closer to you
>Her eyes narrowed but possessed a certain...well, you would call it "hunger", you thought
>Odd
"Well, I really like how big they are! I've never seen ones so nice before."
>Your teacher giggled again as she stopped right before you, wielding still that coy little smirk.
>"Do you really think so, Sweetie? Would you like to...touch them?"
>Your jaw dropped
>She must be joking
"Can I really, Ms. Cheerilee?..."
>You teacher closed her eyes and let out what sounded oddly like a moan
>"Of course, my Darling~"
"Gee, thanks!"
>Overjoyed, you reached over and grabbed the nearest cushion
"Oh wow! They're so soft! And the stitching is amazing! Is this hand made? I really like the ornate patterns! It reminds me of-"
>A look at your teacher gave you the impression that she didn't really want to hear what you had to say about the baroque flourishes that spotted the pillows
>In fact, she looked a little in disbelief
>You wonder if it was something you had said

>You placed the pillow back where you had found it.
>Clearly, despite what she had said, Ms. Cheerilee took no pleasure from watching you play with her pillows
>You marveled at her fickle behavior as she herself seemed to ponder something
>"You know, Sweetie. I'm feeling a little shy in nothing but my underwear here~"
"I wasn't going to say anything, Ms. C. It is your house after all, you can dress however you want."
>"Yes, I can, and you know what would make me feel a little more comfortable? If you too were in your underwear. It would...even the playing field, so to speak, don't you agree?"
"I don't know..."
>"If I'm more comfortable I'll be able to teach you better~"
>With your grades on the line you couldn't argue with that logic
>"You're right. And I need you at full capacity if I am going to pass your class."
>Cheerilee giggled and tussled your hair a bit
>"That's right, Sweetie, and if you want me at full capacity you're going to need to strip for Mama-I mean, ME right away."
>You had some reservations about taking your clothes off right in front of your teacher
>Things could get awkward very quickly
>You were about to object and suggest you disrobe in the closet or bathroom, but the look you gleaned in Cheerilee's eyes left little room for negotiation
>"Strip, Sweetie. Now."
>The acidity of her tone concerned you a bit, but you shrugged it off; you were wasting her time by not cooperating and the whole pillow thing has already set you back
>You stood up and wasted no time in taking off your shirt, placing it gently on the bedside table
>You turned to face your teacher only to find her gazing almost dreamily at you, scanning your torso, yet again sporting that mischievous little smile
>You were about to ask her if something was wrong when she instructed with her finger for you to turn back around
>Ms. Cheerilee bit her lip as you turned back
>Your boots and jeans were soon on the floor when you heard a command from behind
>"Turn...slowly~"

>Turn slowly?
>Shit, what had you done?
>With not a little bit of concern for an undue punishment ahead, you obliged your darling teacher
>As you turned you heard Ms. Cheerilee make what sound like a...growl?
>What a foolish thought. You quickly shook it from your mind as you turned to face your expectant host, now reclining back on her bed, legs crossed, as she looked you up and down with those lofty eyes.
"Is...is something wrong, Ms. C? Is something on me?"
>She bit her lip and muttered what sounded like "not yet" under her breath.
"Ms. C?..."
>She finally seemed to have finished her inspection of you and drew her gaze upwards, drawing herself upright in the process
>Ms. Cheerilee patted the bed next to her
>"Come, sit right next to Mama, Sweetie."
>You didn't argue with your better; though you did seriously consider the irony of her saying she would teach you the meaning of the word "Mama" when evidently she herself didn't quite seem to know how to use it properly.
>You sat down next to your teacher and, too your surprise (and discomfort) she slid closer to you, pressing her bare thigh against yours and sliding her arm akimbo to your own.
>This was a sign
>The last time an older woman did this when your aunt divorced your uncle
>Clearly she was in some kind of emotional distress
"Are you...alright, Ms. Cheerilee? Is everything okay?"
>"Oh, Sweetie, everything is wonderful~ Why do you ask?"
>She placed a hand on your thigh and leaned up into you and...sniffed your neck?
>Now you worried that despite your thrice daily shower regiment that you smelled bad. Oh well.
"Well, you just seem a little...and I mean no disrespect...but you seem a little needy."
>Your increasingly precocious teacher giggled at your remark
>"I know exactly what I need, Sweetie. And you're going to help me get it~"
>Your eyes opened wide and you shuddered as Ms. Cheerilee somehow managed to lick your earlobe.
>She is getting sloppy; she really DOES need your help.

"I'm happy to help if I can...but can it wait until after the lesson?"
>You felt her grip seize for a second on your thigh
>"Yes...the lesson. Tell me, Sweetie, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable before we..."hit the books?"
>You pondered
"Actually...I am a little thirsty. Do you have any juice?"
>Again, a look of disbelief flooded your teacher's face
>You thought to ask for something else
"Or some milk...er something?"
>She thought for a moment at that and smiled
>"Oho...Mama's little Sweetie wants some milk, does he? I think Mama can provide~"
>A sly giggle escaped her mouth as she traced the lapels of her blouse with her fingers like a magician about to reveal her latest trick.
>Who would have thought that your school teacher would be so enthusiastic about milk?
>You thought it may be pushing too far, but you did have a caveat to add
"With a bendy straw, please."
>You really have to think about what you say - every other sentence made your tutor wide eyed and stunned.

>It was one of your many idiosyncrasies; if it was in a cup you drank with a bendy straw.
>It was a more civilized way of doing it you always thought; Ms. Cheerilee did not seem to agree.
>But yet after only a few moments she stood up
>"Wait right here, my darling. Mama will be right back."
>With clearly deliberate hip swaying, a feature of girls you always found curious, your teacher exited the room.
>Idle, you did as ever you did; you looked around
>It wasn't long before something caught your eye: a book that sat half secluded on her dresser
>You retrieved the work and looked it over; a plain, purple bound journal.
>Without thinking you thumbed it open and eyed the contents of a random page
>"Oh, Anon, thy gorgeous hair
Doth flutter my heart, and fly, fly
All sense of right, no right I desire
No just cause be there, to have thee
Absent mine amorous yearn."
"Damn...this...this is about..."
>You thought back to your Honors English course and your A+ critical essay on poet prose.
"This is...a metaphor for the disparate juxtaposition of the socio-economic state between the upper class and the lower classes. Damn, you're a great poet, Ms. Cheerilee!"

>Minutes passed as you read more of her work
>Still she did not reappear
>She sure was taking a long time getting your milk
>Against orders, you decided to go investigate
>You opened the door and walked straight down the hall and found yourself in the kitchen
>Ms. Cheerille could only be in the living room or the bathroom, and a quick glance into the former left only the latter as an option.
>One ear pressed against the door later you were hearing what sounded...almost like moaning mixed with...well, it sounded like squirting.
>You hoped she was feeling well
>It was then that your stomach growled
>You had forgotten to eat lunch today, but, seeing how well Ms. Cheerilee was treating you, you figured she wouldn't mind if you poked around for a quick snack before she came back for the lesson
>You opened the fridge and glanced around only to find IT
>The magnum opus of food creation
>Your absolute favorite dish in the entire world
>With the unmistakable scent of bacon and the buttery, flakey crust, it could only be a bacon pie
>You mouth watered as you became enraptured at the sight
>So much so you didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the footsteps coming down the hall
>"S-Sweetie? What are you-"
"Ms. Cheerilee!"
>The school teacher, clad in her blouse that now boasted two mysterious stains on either breast, stopped dead in the doorway grasping what appeared to be a tall glass of milk.
>There was no time to question it, this was a very serious matter.
"Ms. C..."
>"Y-yes?..."
>You inhaled
"Can I eat your meat pie?"

>Ms. Cheerilee flushed, a smile not of coy mischief but of excitable delight donning her face as she approached you.
>"Sweetie. Bedroom. Now."
"But I can't-"
>You must have spoken out of turn for as she got to you she pressed a finger against your lips
>"Don't say anything more, Sweetie. Not a thing. Just let Mama take care of you~"
>She placed the milk on the counter beside you and like a panther pouncing shot her hand to your ass, squeezing you as she pulled you forward
>Directly to her lips
>With the fridge behind you and your teacher holding you closer before you there was nowhere to escape.
>Your eyes opened wide; hers closed shut.
>Your head swam.
>She kneaded your butt.
>You didn't know what to do.
>So you just froze, letting your school teacher's soft, moist lips hug your own
>Eventually she relented, a lewd string of saliva bridging your lips as she pulled back.
"I...gwah...uh...M-Ms....duh..."
>You must have looked as dumb as you sounded.
>"Shhh...no words, remember? Now drink your milk, Sweetie~"
>You were unsure if it was out of a twisted fear or learned obsequiousness that made you gulp down the glass of milk
>It was warm, thick and sweet and for some reason made your mind lofty and unclear
>You would have questioned why the milk was so...but you were cautious of the answer
>In a daze of disbelief, shock and - dear God, was it lust - you allowed Ms. Cheerilee, your school teacher, to lead you back into her room

>She left you stranded in the middle of her bedroom, guideless in the fog of your mind, as she closed the bedroom door and closed the shutters
>You stood, head fuzzy, heart racing, unaware that your eyes were tracing about the room after Cheerilee
>You did not register her moving back before you and planting another kissed on your lips before leaning over and whispering into your ear.
>"Now Sweetie. Get on your knees for Mama~"
>You obeyed, falling to your knees before the purple haired figure that was quickly becoming the idol of your boiling desire.
>Eye level with your teacher's crotch, Cheerilee spread her legs slightly before you.
>You looked up
>"Now, be a good boy and take off Mama's panties~"
>You blinked in consent, your mind still too lost in a haze or hormones to make an intelligible response
>You hooked your thumbs on her waist band and, before pulling down, drew your face in and breathed deeply
>The heady musk that met you abolished any remaining reservations (or coherent thoughts) that lay in your mind
>You thought you heard a playful giggle echo in your ears; you weren't sure.
>You WERE sure of your next move: clumsily, yet somehow still deftly, you pulled down your teacher's underwear to her ankles

>You looked in dulled enamor at the prize between your teacher's legs; fine, bald lips glistening with moist yearning
>Cheerilee stepped out of her panties and playfully kicked them away
>"Well, Sweetie, go ahead."
>She placed a hand on the back of your head and twined her fingers in your hair
>"Go ahead~"
>Though she pulled you forward, she needn't have; you placed your hands on either of her hips and pulled yourself forward
>Your tongue pressed firm and flat against Cheerilee's wet pussy, slowly trailing from bottom to top, repeating
>An audible moan that may be interpreted as "finally" livened the room
>You tongue lapped over and over, grazing over each wet lip, zig-zagging betwixt them, sometimes making a B-line right down the middle between them; a routine that she particularly enjoyed as you noted by how she pulled your hair
>The taste was...unreal
>Sweet, full-bodied, heady, a little salty, but most importantly it was a distinctly human taste - the kind that only a woman could offer you
>The kind you never knew you wanted so badly
>Your hands wandered down to her butt, a soft, round, supple part of her that you took no shortage of pleasure from squeezing
>This only pressed her pussy closer to your mouth
>Your tongue made a game of it, sometimes darting quickly up, other times slowly parading, dipping down into the middle to pleasure every part, but whatever you did you always finished with a sharp flick of your tongue against her surprisingly prominent clit.

>Soon Cheerilee's clit was the focus of your attentions
>You made a point to close your lips around it, sucking gently while circling your tongue
>You would release with a pop (and a quick moan from above) and continue by firmly pressing against it, darting back and forth against her ever so sensitive button
>So hypnotized were you that you ignored completely the pain of her pulling your hair.
>You would have gone on for ever, but...
>"Sweetie, Sweetie stop! Stop!"
>Obliging, you pull away and look up
>Your teacher breathed heavily, her face completely flushed but treating with a smile that betrayed her ecstasy.
>"N-not yet...Mama's...Mama's doesn't want to...yet."
>Bereft of words, you simply nodded, yet continued to caress her ass.
>"Up, Sweetie~"
>And up you went - slowly.
>You planted a kiss just above her nethers and proceeded to plant a procession of them up her body; over her soft stomach, between her generous breasts, up her slender neck and finally to her baited lips
>Lips that welcomed you - ravenously
>"Your turn, Sweetie. On the bed~"
>As reluctant as you were to turn away from her visage you obeyed
>Cheerilee took the moment to slap your butt as you walked, a motion that now, as not before, enticed and excited you.
>On your back you lay, resting you head on the same pillow that earlier you gushed over - you saw little interest in it now.
>Cheerilee wasted no time in crawling onto the bed at your waist and, with a greedy, almost impatient tug, robbed you of the last article you had been wearing.
>Your teacher grew wide eyed and grinned at the tower the stood upright and pulsating before her.
>"Oh my~ Mama has such a big boy to play with. She's so lucky~"
>Her fingers tightening around your girth sent warm shivers through you
>Head poised on the pillow, you looked down at your school teacher as she wrapped her other hand around your member and, both hands in unison, began to message up and down.

>You watched through half-open eyes as Cheerilee licked and lapped the head of your cock, joining her hands in their pleasurable labor.
>You body was not your own anymore (if indeed it had been at all for some time); you let out a gentle, long moan was the school teacher abandoned simple licks and began to daintily suck on the tip of your length.
>Her hand pumped faster, each finger coursing back and forth over pulsing veins and muscles aching to feel release.
>Her head bobbed more and more exaggeratedly as she took you deeper in her mouth
>You weren't quite sure how she managed it but her tongue danced around your stiff cock at the same time that she gulped you down
>Cheerilee became unabashed in her lusting for your member; she relieved a hand of its duty so that she may do further onto you, making lewd slurping noises as she sucked
>Noises that, far from being repulsive, made your blood brim all the more
>You gazed down through cloudy, lust filled eyes, studying your teacher
>It was then that, while she bounced and bobbed on your girth, she looked up at you and met your eyes
>That cinched it
>You body seized up; it was all you could do to place a hand on Cheerilee's head, lacing your fingers into her hair
>Your toes curled as a deluge of pleasure shot from your crotch to ever inch of your body
>You cock, veritable volcano, erupted into your teachers mouth, you hand holding her down on you as you shot strand after hot, thick strand into her expectant mouth
>You breathed heavily in the after math, you head, and whole body for that matter, floating weightless
>Releasing Cheerilee was only a side thought - something she did more of her own volition than you having allowed it.
>Looking up at you she swallowed, an audible gulp catching your ears as you watched fevered in your afterglow.
>And then that smile, the one that affected an air of contentment and absolute pleasure.
>"Mmmm. Mama loved your milk, Sweetie~"
>You simply groaned in response

>Your teacher crawled up to you, discarding her blouse in the process, and planted a kiss on your lips
>She giggled and leaned in towards your ear
>"Now, now, you can't be done yet. Mama still hasn't gotten her's, remember?"
>She nibbled on your ear as she threw her leg over your, straddling your torso
>Any progress you may have made mopping up her wetness below was undone; you could clearly feel her moistness sliding against your stomach as she sat on you, kissing and nibbling your neck
>Cheerilee's wet, hot pussy...
>This was just the image you needed to get your second wind
>Your cock, revitalized, stood fast and straight again - something Ms. Cheerilee was quick to notice
>"Hmhm...that's Mama's big man~"
>She slid down your torso until she reached your base.
>You length pressed firm between her ass, a fact that Cheerilee playfully took advantage of, wiggly her butt back and forth against your stiffness, giggling at your reaction
>"Do you want Mama, Sweetie?"
>She leaned back in
>"...'cause Mama wants you~"
>It wouldn't have mattered had you even given a response
>Reaching back, the purple haired school teacher gripped your cock and raised her hips
>She positioned herself carefully, poising your cock right at the threshold of her hot, now dripping entrance.
>Slowly, she leaned back, biting hard her lip as she took more of you into her.
>Cheerilee was tight
>VERY tight
>And from the strained look on her face you grew half concerned that she wasn't going to be able to take you in.
>But she continued, your throbbing member stretching out your salacious teacher's pussy
>Soon she had reached as far as she could allow you
>She rested her hands on your chest; you rested yours on her hips.
>She began, slowly raising her hips back up your length before gingerly setting it back down, coating afresh your cock in her wetness with each repetition.

>Each time she took you in she groaned, though in pleasure or pain you could not tell
>Perhaps both - but honestly, your mind was not of a place to care.
>You squeezed her hips; a signal she must have interpreted to mean 'more', for soon afterwards her tempo increased.
>Ms. Cheerilee was, once again, bouncing on your cock, though this position you decidedly prefered
>This position gave you a view of her gorgeous breasts, generous, voluptuous, yet perky, and now bouncing with their master right in front of you.
>You caught a glimpse of something white stream down from a nipple, a curiosity you didn't spend long on as your attentions were pulled away by Ms. Cheerilee bucking against your pelvis
>had she been in pain before it was alleviated now; Cheerilee was riding your cock with an animalistic fervor that stirred excitement in you.
>You decided to up the ante
>You reached back and grabbed a hold of Cheerilee's ass yet again, if only because it served a better place to support her weight.
>Soon Cheerilee's bucking was joined in unison by your own thrusting
>Cheerilee really was going on a ride now; your hips pounded against her ass as you thrust upward into her aching pussy, her breasts bouncing with each forceful piston.
>To your surprise, Cheerilee shouted out; nothing that could be considered intelligible, but a primal exclamation of ecstasy.
>She attempted to make words, but anything she may have uttered was interrupted by a thrust of yours
>Her eyes shut tight
>Her hands clenched into fists
>She near collapsed onto your chest as you pounded ravenously into her.
>She gave one final cry before you felt it
>A tight pussy grew all the more tight as her body contracted and convulsed
>Her thighs and stomach quaked and shuttered; her body experienced what may be compared to an earthquake of euphoria.
>You eased your thrusts to a stop and observed the teacher that rested panting on top of you.

>You weren't quite sure what to do
>You thought, though, that it might be appropriate to comfort her
>She did just go through an ordeal, after all
>You released your grip on her ass and, far from tossing her off, mustered something of an embrace.
>You wrapped your arms around the exhausted figure on you, rubbing her back in what may be misconstrued as a tender, even loving motion.
>Cheerilee, having regained some of herself, raised herself from your chest with tremulous arms.
>And there it was, yet another smile. Though this one was different from the coy mischief or the complete satisfaction that had preceded them.
>This smile was a warm, almost thankful smile.
>You yourself had regained enough of your mind to return something of smile.
>Cheerilee seemed speechless; as were you.
>In lieu of words, you both found it more interesting to kiss, your lips locking around one another in a lengthy kiss.
>One that others may fear spoke of passion instead of lust.
>Your teacher broke the kiss and sat back up, gently pulling your still semi-hard length out from her.
>She removed herself from you and took a place laying to your side, locking an arm with yours and pulling herself close.
>And there you both simply lay for a while, breathing away your exhaustion.
>As you regained your senses the full weight of what you had done dropped on you.
>You had just fucked your teacher.
>In fact, here she was snuggling against you.
>This was bad. This was trouble waiting to happen. This was...
>This was oh so good.
>Soon enough you broke the silence.
"Sooo...you were going to teach me about lactation and breastfeeding I believe..."
>Cheerilee sat up and looked at you with an affected smile.
>"Why yes, Sweetie. I suppose I was."
"Could you...demonstrate it...Mama?"
>You had never seen such a look of delight in a woman's eyes.
>"Of course, Sweetie. Come here and let Mama show you~"

>Beckoned by something more than your teacher, you crawl towards her, eyes fixated on your large, heathing goal.
>Cheerilee sits up and wraps a head around your head as you draw in close
>Perhaps from the previous excitement, or perhaps from thoughts of excitement to come, Cheerilee's nipples were raised and firm, little droplets of milk preemptively peaking out.
>You take her right breast in your left hand and place the other on her hip
>Without further hesitation your lips close around Ms. Cheerilee's waiting nipple, your tongue quickly lapping at the beads or milk that greeted you.
>Though you couldn't see her face, you needn't do so to read her mood.
>Short of a moan, the school teacher exhaled deeply as you closed on her breast, her fingers curling through your hair as you began to suckle gently.
>Cheerilee reclined a little; you instinctively followed, desiring not to lose your prize.
>What flowed from your teacher was, in your mind, ambrosia. Sweet, thick, warm.
>The taste reawakened your earlier miasma and you were faintly aware that you were slipping back into a lust-drunk stupor.
>You didn't care. In fact, you welcomed it.
>You closed your eyes as you drank, sucking almost greedily on Cheerilee's nipple, swallowing smooth mouthfuls of her breastmilk.
>She breathed noticeably different from earlier; her breathes were long and deep. Perhaps even peaceful.
>However calming it may have been for her it was also sexually tantalizing; the familiar scent of her loins wafted up to your nose to queue this.
>Cheerilee let escape a silent groan as she tilted back her head, twisting and playing with your hair as though it were the only thing she could do to idle her body.
>If she was getting off to this you were partly to blame; you not only sucked but, in your eagerness to receive the welcomed taste, you pressed and flicked your tongue against her sensitive buds.
>In short, you were both in absolute delight and undeniably enraptured.

>Engrossed as you were with your hungry work, you did not notice your other hand had left Cheerilee's hip and had planted itself on her other breast.
>It mimicked its partner, gently kneading, groping, and caressing the supple mound.
>Able to do what its brother was not due to your head, your hand rubbed, pinched and squeezed the school teacher's free nipple, teasing her on one side while pleasuring her on the other.
>If had not been all along you certainly cracked a smile as you felt a warm sensation dribble down your other hand; Cheerilee was lactating in tandem.
>"Oh...yes. You're so...so good, Sweetie. Drink all you want~..."
>You had every intention to do so.
>Warm breastmilk trickled down Cheerilee's torso from her unoccupied breast, pooling in the crevasse where her leg joined her body and dotting the nice purple linen bed sheets you both sat upon.
>You didn't want it to end, truely.
>But eventually even you had become full. Your tummy was bloated with her warm milk.
>With your last suckles you filled your belly with the sweet nectar and reluctantly released yourself from the stiff nub that you had nursed from.
>Cheerilee, her head still tilted back in pleasure, poised it up to look at you, ever with a smile of calm satisfaction.
>You met that smile with your lips and, according to your plan, shared with your host the treat you had stored in your mouth
>A treat that, though a surprise, she did not scorn. Indeed, she closed her eyes and welcomed it, going so far as to probe your mouth with her tongue to get the last drop.
>You broke the kiss and looked dreamily into her eyes.
"That was delicious. Thank you...Mama."
>She giggled
>"Anything for my little Sweetie."
>She moved forward and pressed herself against you, wrapping her arms around your back
>"Anything~"

>Anything.
>You liked the sound of that very much.
>You amused yourself with a reverie of what the two of you could do when a thought occurred.
>You had lost track of the time
>A glance at your watch showed that, indeed, it was late past the hour you should have returned home.
>You fought with the idea of whether or not you really cared about that.
>You concluded that, in light of recent "circumstances" you really couldn't care if your mom yelled at you for coming home late.
>That being said, you should be on your way.
"I'm sorry, Mama, but I have to go. I should have been gone a while ago."
>You turn around and sit on the edge of the bed, scanning the room for your clothes.
>Cheerilee, apparently dissatisfied with that, approached from behind and weaved her arms across your chest, her breasts pressing against your back serving as a reminder of what you would be leaving behind.
>"Oh, Sweetie, you can't go without letting Mama give you a parting gift. Will you stay? Just a little bit longer? For Mama~?"
>A woman wanted you to stay; you would not begrudge this gift.
>Or perhaps you were still under the spell of that sweet mother's milk.
>Likely the latter, you reasoned in a haze.
"Alright...but only for a little bit longer."
>The school teacher smiled and pecked you on the cheek as she stepped off the bed and knelt down in front of you.
>You cock was still stiff as stone from your earlier escapades; a fact that you both would benefit from.
>"Just lean back and close your eyes, Sweetie~"
>You did as you were told. Lost of your sight, you sense of touch was all the more acute; something that made what happened next all the better.
>Your cock was engulfed, pressed between two soft, pillowy mounds.
>You needed guess what they were, nor need you speculate as to the pleasure that what was about to come would bring you.

>You laid back deeper as she began.
>Those soft, generous mounds were soon pressed firm against your cock and began to slowly raise up and down your length.
>A warm, slippery wetness coated the tip of your member, gently coating down it's throbbing sides, lubricating the friction that so pleased you.
>Saliva always did make for great lube.
>You tilted your head back and groaned as Cheerilee's pace quickened, the firm mounds coursing up and down your length, her flesh grazing against the increasingly sensitive head of your cock.
>Cheerilee giggled under her breath.
>She began to change her game; alternating the direction of one breast over the other, occasionally stopping to lick or suck on the head, sometimes putting her whole body into her upstroke so that your entire cock would virtually vanishes between those heavenly mounds.
>It could be argued that she was enjoying this more than you, a notion that made you smile and that you weren't sure you were against.
>You once again lost track of time, so when you felt yourself on the verge of climax it felt only too soon.
>The bed sheets balled in one fist as the second gripped at your hair.
>Your whole body tensed for a second time as tendrils of pleasure coursed through every vein.
>You released your load as violently as the first time; stream after stream shot up, falling back to rest upon the very breasts that had brought you to climax.
>By the time you were finished and regaining yourself Cheerilee had a fine coating of your seed on her chest, and not a little bit on her cute, blushing face as well.
>You poised your head and took in the sight with a blissful smile, one derived only from afterglow.
>You thought to say only one thing
"You give the best parting gifts, Mama."
>"Only the best for my little Sweetie~"

>Much as you wanted to stay, you could not.
>In a flash your clothes were back on and, a far cry from the cordial 'thank you' you expected to give her upon your arrival earlier, you "thanked' her with a lengthy kiss.
>As you made to leave, you stopped on the threshold of her bedroom and looked back
>There was your teacher standing, hands crossed before her modestly, the school teacher in her perhaps returning slightly in the aftermath.
>You looked her over the same way you now realized she must have looked over you when you stripped earlier
>Those breasts, soft, bountiful, perky.
>Those hips, slender, yet soft and welcoming.
>And, as though she could read the reference that you alluded to, she did a slow turn for mirroring the one she had you do earlier. This she did, you know, for a singular purpose.
>And there, to behold, that firm, round ass.
>Her turn complete, she faced you once more, smiling now the coy smile she sported hours ago.
>You thought to say something, but nothing came.
>Cheerilee was not so limited
>"Don't be late tomorrow morning, Sweetie~"
>The school boy in you returned in full, you blushed a deep red, turned on your heel and exited, a gentle giggling following on your heels.