Educating the Tutor (Patreon)

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At face value Peter Freamon wasn't anyone's idea of a tutor. Built like a linebacker and captain of the wrestling team his grades had been a solid B average since grade school. But outside of sports there was one area he excelled: Chemistry. It was through that unexpected aptitude he'd come to be the tutor for a handful of his classmates, chief among them Sarah Sweet. So after practice on Tuesday and Thursday he would drive across town to help her with her homework, lab analysis, and anything else that mught come up. Getting out of the sporty red car his dad bought him for winning the state championship the previous year Peter walked up the path to the front door. He was considerably earlier than usual but he couldn't imagine that mattering much. Every single time he'd come over regardless of how late, early, or on time he was Sarah was in her room playing video games. There was no reason to exepct any different as he knocked and waited. 

With a loud click the deadbolt slid aside and the door opened to reveal Veronica standing in the entryway looking confused and a touch annoyed. She had on her usual beige sweater dress that left her long tanned legs all but totally exposed and afforded anyone nearby an ample look at her impressive cleavage. Resting both hands on her wide, curvaceous hips she looked at the unexpected solicitor with narrowed green eyes for a moment. Her auburn hair was tied into an elegant bun that left only a few strands free, as if it'd been tied quickly. Crimson lipstick covered her plump lips and a dash of mascara covered her otherwise naturally gorgeous but still intimidatingly stern features. Having never met Sarah's mother before Peter was caught off guard, not only by their resemblance but by her undeniable beauty. It was easy to see from where his long time study partner got her buxom figure and unparalleled looks. He was so surprised he failed to say anything just long enough for Veronica to break the silence for him.

“You must be the boy my husband pays to tutor Sarah.”

“Yes I am, it's a pleasure to meet you ma'am.”

Veronica nodded and sized him up, “You're not what I expected.”

Pushing six feet and graced with the kind of muscle tone rarely seen in a college age man he looked more like a stripper pretending to be an athlete than any kind of chemistry tutor. With jet black hair shaved on the sides and parted to the right and a firm, hairless jawline it was hard for her to reconcile the mental image she'd crafted with the man standing in front of her. The smooth brown skin exemplified by his obvious Latin heritage stood out more than ever against his blue and white Letterman jacket and the dark black jeans he was wearing. With a plain white undershirt on underneath and a very casual handsomeness pervading his entire look Veronica half wondered if a prank was being played on her. It would be the first time one of her friends sent over a young, dumb hunk for her to play with. She'd certainly done the same to them on more than one occasion in the recent past. But one look at the book, notes, and folders held in one of his large hands proved well enough he was for real.

“I get that a lot.” Peter laughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“I'm sure. Well come in. You're an hour early though.”

“Right, practice finished sooner than usual and I thought it would be okay if I came over straight away instead of waiting around.”

“I see. Well Sarah's out with her brother right now and I don't think they'll be back until it's time for your tutoring session.”

“Oh . . . well I'll go home until then. Thank you for the head's up.”

“Don't be ridiculous, you can wait here until she comes home.”

“I don't want to impose.”

“You're gonna be here anyways. What does it matter if it's an hour longer.”

“Okay, thank you ma'am.”

“You're not getting paid for the extra time though.”

“Of course not!” He replied, sounding unexpectedly sincere in his response.

“All right,” She answered with a bemused smile, “Then come in. You can make yourself comfortable in the living room.”

Veronica eyed the handsome young man as he walked into the house. Sarah never mentioned or even hinted at anything romantic with peter but it was hard to believe something wasn't going on. Or at least it was hard for her to believe it. Just watching him walk into the living room and sit down filled her mind with a dozen different images of Sarah fawning over him. Or more likely him fawning over Sarah. Assuming his notable size carried over to every part of his body it was beyond unlikely she hadn't taken him for a ride once or twice in the past. The thought was actually quite amusing, especially when she considered he was functionally getting paid to fool around with her. If her instincts were on point, and they almost always were, Henry more or less hired a college age gigolo to fuck their daughter under the guise of teaching her. Veronica actually let out a snicker at the notion. It mostly covered the innate feeling of jealousy also flitting through her mind. When Peter looked at her she realized how strange it was to still be standing in the doorway staring at him like she was.

“So you tutor people in Chemistry?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“You can call me Mrs. Sweet. Or Veronica if that's too formal.”

“Sure thing Mrs. Sweet.” He said with a small nod.

“Are you always this polite?”

“Of course.”

“You must not be a very good . . . football player?”

“Wrestler.”

“Right. You must not be a very good wrestler then.” She teased.

“I can stop being polite for that.” He admitted, grinning as he spoke.

“I can imagine that being a useful skill for tutoring as well.”

“Maybe, but Sarah's always been very easy to teach.”

“Oh?”

Looking a little sheepish Peter looked down at his book for a moment, “I think she really likes Chemistry. Even if she's not the best at it.”

“More likely she really likes you.” Veronica thought. “That makes sense.” She said aloud.

Peter nodded, unsure of what to say next. He was more intimidated by Mrs. Sweet than he expected. No doubt the many stories he'd heard from Sarah had colored his impression of her. But none of the anecdotes ever went into detail about how she looked. Why would they when it was her daughter telling them? So reconciling the ferocious ball busting dragon lady she sounded like with the drop dead beautiful and quietly confident woman he was suddenly alone with was nearly impossible. Just glancing at her made him feel more nervous than the first time he'd tutored Sarah but unlike that memorable afternoon there was little in the way of common ground or humor to be found with her mother. Each time their eyes met it felt like Mrs. Sweet was looking right through him in a manner that reminded him of the strict teachers he'd grown up with in Catholic private school. Eventually that stare wore him down and he was forced to look away by feigning a sudden interest in his book.

With a triumphant smirk he couldn't see Veronica turned away and set about making herself something to drink. It was too early for wine or anything alcoholic so she settled on some tea. Since her guest was clearly too polite to say anything she made a cup for him as well. Even if he didn't like it there was little chance of him refusing. Of course he would like what she made. Most Americans didn't know what proper tea was until someone from England made it for them. And she already felt confident that wouldn't be the only thing she educated him on in the time they had. Several minutes later two steaming cups set in some of her favorite saucers were brought to the living room on a tray with a few sugar cubes and some honey. In case he wanted something sweet. Veronica set it down on the coffee table and smiled at the look of surprise on his face. Apparently his act of staring at the Chemistry book in his lap hadn't been quite as fake as she assumed.

“Would you like any sugar or honey?” She asked as he picked up his cup.

“Yes please. If it needs it I mean. I don't drink tea so I don't know how to take it.” He said with a nervous smile.

“Well have a taste and see how you like it.”

He took a sip and nodded, surprised at how good it was just by itself, “I don't need anything else thank you.”

“You're welcome. It's flattering to know I can still make a good pot of tea.”

“It's very good Mrs. Sweet,” Peter said. He had another, longer sip and winced as the scalding liquid burned his tongue and the roof of his mouth, “Thank you!”

“You can let it cool for a minute,” She laughed, “It'll be just as good.”

“Right . . .”

“So Peter . . .” She started a short while after he followed her recommendation, “Have you been sleeping with Sarah?”

Her perfectly timed question caught him just as he was taking a sip, her guest sputtering and coughing uncontrollably for several seconds before choking out a simple “No!”

“Really? A handsome young man like you and a beautiful young woman like her spending all that time alone? It's quite hard to believe.”

“I swear Mrs. Sweet! Nothing like that has happened with Sarah! She's a friend! That's it?”

Not believing him but playing along regardless she said, “Interesting. Is she not your type?”

“What?”

“Well you deny it like it's absurd. Is my daughter not good enough for you?”

“No! That's not it at all! I just—”

“Don't have a thing for girls your own age?”

“My last girlfriend was only a year older than me!”

“Was she now?”

Realizing something was going on but completely unsure of how to approach things Peter continued digging the hole she'd started for him, “Yes! But I have no problem dating women my age!”

“They're not women at your age,” Veronica said after a delicate sip of tea, “They're girls.”

“What's the difference?”

“A girl plays games to get her man to come. A woman plays games to take the man she wants.”

“I-I don't . . . I don't . . .”

“Know what to say? Boys never do.”

“W-what about men?”

“Well . . .” She slowly stood up and crossed her arms beneath the massive bosom Peter was suddenly finding very hard to ignore, “They know better than to get in their own way. Or more importantly get in mine.”

Not knowing how to fashion a response to that Peter set his teacup and saucer down, “Maybe I should—”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

Stand up.” She repeated.

Since he'd have to do that in order to leave Peter rose from his seat at almost the exact same moment Veronica did. The sudden yet smooth movement of his intimidating hostess didn't startle him nearly as much as her unmistakably devious smile. He was both aroused and a little terrified. Women like her were completely foreign to him and the smooth English accent added even more unfamiliarity than he was consciously aware of he. It felt like he was about to be pounced on by a wild animal or thrown into some sort of horror movie. Only instead of being ripped apart or tortured he'd be assaulted by sexual advances. Hardly a bad thing under normal circumstances but certainly not anything he was equipped to handle. When she wordlessly reached towards the neckline of her dress and pulled the fabric down until her ample breasts were exposed to his eyes covered only by a sultry black bra he just about fell back onto the couch. As if she'd known what would happen that day Veronica was wearing the kind of undergarment boyhood fantasies were made of. The sheer fabric left so much of her skin visible Peter was certain he could see the upper portions of her nipples past the flowery patterns. Even if he couldn't the cut was so low she might as well have been covering them with her fingers. His open mouthed stare didn't wave as she stepped closer to him with a single long stride. Veronica moved in so close he was forced to stare almost straight down to keep his eyes on her practically naked tits. Her hands lightly rested on his shoulders and he finally looked up to meet her stare.

“You can tell me if you're a virgin,” She cooed, “I'd like to be your first.”

“N-no I'm not a virgin!” He stammered.

“Uh huh, but you're not exactly familiar with sex are you?”

“No . . .”

“Well then, allow me to teach you something. It may not be as complicated as Chemistry but I promise it's going to be much, much more fun!”

“But a-aren't you married Mrs. Sweet?” He asked, putting a little extra emphasis on 'Mrs' when he spoke.

She smiled at him, stepped back, and wordlessly lifted the hem of her sweater dress, flashing him a full view of her lacy black thong, particularly the sheer fabric much of it was made of and the tuft of brown hair that sat exposed by both the see through cloth and the general sluttiness of her underwear. His mouth fell open and he stared like it was his first time seeing such a thing. Which considering he most likely used to insecure college and high school girls may very well have been the case. Enjoying his attention the way she enjoyed every lustful stare and hungry look her body inspired Veronica moved in closer than ever, her body almost close enough for him to touch. For a moment she saw his hands twitch like he was going to reach out. The level of self control he showed was downright adorable. And slowly wearing it down would make the sex so much more fun.

“Do you really give a damn about that?” She whispered in a voice like honey.

“I-I . . . I-I . . . no . . . no I don't . . .”

“So if I'm not worried . . . then you shouldn't be either . . . right?”

“I g-guess . . .”

“Good boy.”

For his unspoken reward she grabbed one of his wrists and pulled his hand towards her. She felt the slightest amount of hesitation as his fingers brushed against the skin above her panties. It vanished before she could playfully chastise him and Veronica continued without missing a beat. Peter swallowed several times in quick succession and watched his hand slip into the waistline of her underwear. He naturally extended his digits as it happened, the resulting feeling of her soft pubic hair feeling like a shock to his system. When she guided him lower and he felt the first wet edges of her plump outer lips it was like an out of body experience. Some part of him knew he was touching something special, outside of the obvious fact that it was a vagina of any kind, when she subtly tensed and a shiver danced through her body. He pushed against that spot again and the feel of his fingers against her clit regardless of their inexperience made Veronica squirm. She almost wanted to stop and let him fumble his way around until she came. But that might have been too advanced a 'lesson' for him at that point. She'd start with something simple and work her way towards that if there was time.

Yet despite what she was thinking there was no harm in letting him sheepishly paw at her clit for a few seconds. It allowed her the perfect motivation to lean in and press her breasts against his chest. When he pushed back instead of shying away she smiled even wider. Soon after she resumed her guided tour of the pussy he'd soon be enjoying in detail. Mostly by slipping his fingers between her puffy outer lips to press them against the wet, pink folds between. Just as before he didn't take long to react, this time more strongly than ever. Finally somewhere he was at least a little familiar with Peter slowly pressed his middle finger against her cunt until it naturally dipped inside. Little more than the tip actually slid inside but that didn't stop him from looking adorably surprised at what he'd just done. As though that was some sort of point of no return where rubbing her clit had just been approaching the line. She fixed him with a teasing smile and firmly pushed his finger deeper inside, correctly guessing he was going to try to put a stop to things. That urge became less and less plausible with every centimeter of his digit that glided inside her. By the time it was completely buried within her pussy he couldn't imagine doing anything to stop it. He was utterly transfixed by the feeling of her slit clamped down around him and the confident look of arousal such a thing warranted from her.

“How do you like my body?”

“It's—you're very nice . . .” He said lamely.

“Thank you.” To his surprise she promptly removed his hand from her panties and stated, “You felt mine, now I get to see yours!”

“W-wait I don't—”

Anything else he might have said was rendered moot when she dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down to reveal a neatly groomed yet completely soft dick “Well that's disappointing . . .” She lamented.

“I'm sorry ma'am,” Peter murmured, “You make me very nervous.”

“You're not the first to say that. And you won't be the first to get over it either.”

Quietly praying the size of his flaccid cock wasn't as telling as she thought Veronica wrapped her lips around his member and started sucking. For good measure she lightly groped his balls with one hand while the other reached around to grab a handful of his muscular ass. At the very least she could enjoy how weighty his sack felt against her palm and the undisputed tightness of his buttocks. It took considerably more effort than she was used to but eventually his member started to swell. Evidently her demeanor had affected his nerves more than she realized. Regardless of everything else it was hard for her not to take some odd sense of pride in that. At least when paired with her equally gratifying ability to overcome it. 

Little by little his cock swelled and she was given more to suck on with every passing second. Soon it was big enough to fill her entire mouth. Her constantly bobbing head was forced to move further back after each pass. Then it was thick enough to strain her soft, juicy lips. A little bit of spit dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as full control of the situation was gradually pulled away from her. Next came the precum oozing from his swelling tip at a steady rate. Suitably tart and salty it had an underlying sweetness that a woman as familiar with dick as Veronica knew meant a rather healthy diet. Finally he reached what had to be his full size after a minute of non stop oral sex. The change was so gradual she scarcely noticed how big he was until she found her hands comfortably gripping the base with enough room left over for deepthroating his shaft. Once that piece of information entered her brain she pulled back with as much dignity and composure as she could. Her body shivered in delight as she stared at his twelve inch prick like it was an object of worship. Such a fantastic piece of meat on such a handsome young man was like winning the infidelity lottery for her.

“Oh you're going to learn so much from me!” She exclaimed. “Luckily for you I'm a 'learn by doing' kind of woman.”

Choosing to demonstrate what she meant in the most direct way possible Veronica swallowed up his cock again, the full length disappearing into her throat like some sort of magic trick. Peter barely had time to be amazed before the wonderfully tight confines of her mouth and esophagus were wrapped around his cock. He could still manage a fair bit of incredulity at both the distension of her neck that made her formerly petite throat bulge outwards and how little she seemed to gag in the moments following her action. In his limited sexual experience Peter hadn't met a single woman who could do what she did without twenty plus minutes of working up to it. And at that point he was almost universally ready to cum so the blowjob didn't last long. With Mrs. Sweet's skills he was still at least a short ways away from blowing his load which meant there was plenty of time to experience all of her oral skills. Something she was counting on while she gradually pulled back. Tendrils of saliva dripped off his cock as it gradually exited her mouth. The force of her continued sucking on whatever remained kept his prick firmly horizontal despite the size, causing her to lean further and further away until her back was arched like a gymnast's. She couldn't hold that position for long but thankfully she didn't need to as her own special brand of tutoring all but forced her to move in straight away.

With a rhythm rather firmly established she was free to slid up and down his cock at her leisure. So naturally she mixed up her patterns and tactics every few seconds to keep him constantly guessing. At times she'd take the entirety of his member inside in a single movement and others she'd bob along his tool moving a couple of inches forward each time before pulling back. Wet gurgles constantly emerged from her overstuffed mouth and only a small portion of them were added for effect by her. The rest simply occurred as his cock perpetually glided into and out of her mouth as she saw fit. Similarly the spit dribbling down her her face to pool on her tits and disappear into her cleavage was also a happy side effect of her deliberately sloppy blowjob. Her mouth simply produced copious amounts of saliva any time she had a thick shaft to suck on. In much the same way her pussy was like a broken faucet any time there was juicy dick to ride. Their current situation afforded both circumstances and her body was more than up to the task. A puddle was already forming between her legs and growing wide enough to gradually seep into the nearby carpet as well. And despite not being able to see it all Peter could definitely feel the effects of her arousal as her lesson continued.

Perhaps the most obvious manifestation of her enjoyment, from his perspective at least, arrived when her hands subtly crept back into play. The first came to rest beneath his balls, her soft fingers cradling his sack and lightly squeezing it with an almost loving tenderness. The second was far more insidious and went completely unnoticed until he felt a lone digit slipping between his buttocks. Peter tensed a moment too late and the tip of her middle finger slipped inside his ass. All his muscles seemed to seize at once but the reaction she cared about most was reserved for the massive and uncontrollable surge of energy that hit his cock. It throbbed mightily between her lips with so much force she actually gagged for the first time since she started. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes but she smiled up at him, as much as was possible, as if it was nothing. He looked down at her flushed cheeks and dick filled mouth with equal parts confusion and shock. That expression amplified considerably when she impishly pushed a few more centimeters of her finger into his butt. It was delightful how hard he squeezed her and just how unabashedly aroused his body seemed to get from such a simple addition. She wasn't even touching his prostate yet and already his dick felt like it was about to burst. 

From Peter's point of view it was as if she'd hit some magic switch inside him. His cock ached like never before and he had to grab Mrs. Sweet's head with both hands to steady himself. Once he had a firm grip on silky hair it was beyond difficult not to start thrusting at least a little. He resisted purely out of concern that he'd ruin whatever she was trying to do, completely missing the way she pulled back several inches as if to give him room to do exactly what he was fighting against. Mildly disappointed but relatively unfazed Veronica resumed the skillful movements that'd served her well up to that point, a plethora of slurps, moans, and whimpers filling the air. She made sure to take every chance she could in the process to slip as much of her finger as possible into his ass until she was almost knuckle deep. To her amazement he not only took it but seemed to actively enjoy it after a while. Much more so than Henry or Jack ever did. That alone was enough to turn her on even without the blowjob, teasing, and general illicit nature of what she was doing. The ultimate reward for her efforts arrived when she finally hit that special little place most men didn't know about. The moment her finger pushed against his prostate he realized why she'd been so hell bent on doing what no other woman had ever done. Her mouth was perfectly positioned to catch the resulting and spasmodic spray of precum her massage created straight on her tongue. Basking in how much sweeter it tasted compared to his earlier offerings Veronica rubbed his prostate once more and like a candy machine dispensing treats after being given a quarter more of his seed leaked out.

She enjoyed her own, private cum dispenser for a few another minute or so before finally pulled her finger from his ass and her lips off his cock, “As much as I'd love to continue it's time you did a little something for me . . .”

“What?”

“Sit down.”

While he plopped bare assed onto the couch she stood up and casually removed her bra. Peter sharply inhaled upon seeing her full, unobstructed breasts for the first time. Everything from their impressive size to the much lighter skin tone forming an unmistakable bikini outline was breathtaking. He stared at them like it was the first pair he'd ever seen, his eyes following them down as she bent over and then back up when she straightened. Only after a wet pair of panties landed on his cock as it was draped across one of his legs finally pulled his attention away. It took his brain a few moment to process what it meant and even after it put everything together he didn't truly comprehend until he saw her naked pussy for the first time. Looking every bit as amazing as he'd thought and more Peter audibly gasped upon seeing those soft outer lips and the rivulets of clear juices clinging to them. He repeatedly licked his lips as his salivary glands went into overdrive and his cock throbbed hard enough to lift an inch or two off his thigh. Her ego nicely inflated by his response Veronica decided to give him a little treat. She lifted her foot and rested it against the edge of the coffee table while bringing both hands down to her slit. At first it looked like she was going to cover herself up but instead she used the angle and his vantage point to spread her already opened lips even wider so he could see every centimeter of her sex at once. He looked from those soft little strands of brown hair atop her pussy all the way down to the hole his finger had been inside like his eyes were feasting on the sight. Which in many ways they actually were. His focus could only be pulled away by her commanding voice once more instructing him.

“Hold your cock straight up,” She said, “And keep it straight.”

Peter did as he was told while she silently enjoyed the fact that it required both his large hands to keep that massive prick turgid. More excited than ever to ride him Veronica climbed onto the couch and slowly squatted over his dick. Part of her wished there was some sort of mirror behind her so could see just how fantastic her ass looked when she squats but sadly the meager reflection of the television would have to suffice. In theory at least since he was far too absorbed in the warm pair of breasts all but enveloping his face. But given the size of his shaft it wasn't long before he felt the wet, tantalizing heat of her pussy and his focus was pulled to where it belonged. Like always he worried about how much she'd be able to take before it started to hurt and tried to prepare himself to pull out. Of course the position she'd chosen gave Veronica pretty much every ounce of power and it was unlikely he'd be able to do much of anything. Her toes curled against her feet and her legs started to shake just a little bit as his tip slid inside her experienced pussy. She widened her stance just enough to keep her feet from touching his thighs and continued to lower herself down. Peter tried his best to pay attention to her reactions and thaat inevitable moment when she'd wince and hit the end of her rope. It never seemed to arrive and slowly but surely his member disappeared inside her amazingly tight cunt. Mrs. Sweet was almost comparable to the girls he'd been with despite having two kids and being nearly twice their age.

Just as she was nearing the base of his cock Peter reached out to grab her ass. The concern was evident on his face despite there being almost no way she would stop so close to the finish line. Luckily for him Veronica knew what he was trying to do and stopped him dead in his tracks. Her hands darted to his wrists and pulled them up above his head, crossing them over one another like he was being tied up and holding him in place against the back of the couch. A moment later her perfect bubble butt came to rest against his legs and he momentarily forgot what he was trying to do. The sense of amazement at finally encountering a woman who could take his entire dick without slowing was rapidly overshadowed by just how fantastic it felt to be inside her. Something about being utterly dominated by the mother of the girl he tutored made her already breathtaking slit something nearly transcendent. Suddenly he was moaning louder than she was. He looked about ready to pass out and she knew there wasn't much time to waste. 

Since she was already teetering close to an orgasm of her own thanks to that long stretch of inattention her pussy had gone through Veronica didn't hesitate for a moment to start riding him like a wild stallion. In much the same way she'd given him a blowjob her hips started to rise and fall with a controlled but seemingly erratic movement that sent his dick plunging into her fast, hard, slow, smooth, and everything in between. Her ass smacked repeatedly against his legs and a pleasing jiggle reverberated through both her buttocks and tits with every ministration. More often than not the head of Peter's shaft would collide rather suddenly with her cervix and it never failed to make both of them jump. For vastly different reasons though, a bolt of pleasure lancing through her body and a sudden pressure unlike anything he'd encountered hitting him. In a more rational state he could probably guess what was happening based on simple anatomy but as distracted as he was his overloaded mind simply attributed it to yet another facet of Mrs. Sweet's abilities. Much like the unabashedly pleasure filled moans constantly spilling from her lips that contained nothing but enjoyment without the slightest hint of discomfort. If anything her ecstasy seemed to grow with every gyration of her hips and each weighty smack of their connected bodies. She repeatedly called out half finished words and incomplete thoughts punctuated by the telltale sounds of intense fucking until a somewhat coherent statement finally managed to break through.

“Oh fuck!” Veronica whined, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Upon seeing the look on her lover's face she quickly added, “I'm gonna cum!”

Quietly amazed that she was able to climax so fast Peter was hardly in any position to do much more than watch and enjoy the results. It'd take much, much longer for his other partners to orgasm and he wasn't totally sure their pleasure had been genuine. With Mrs. Sweet it was nearly impossible to take it at anything other than face value. Between the furious gyrating of her hips and the sudden increase in pressure from her pussy there was little evidence of anything but sincerity. The breathless moans spilling out of her mouth sounded similarly genuine, even if they did remind him of ones usually heard in porn. When juices started gushing out of her slit in thick streams he felt all but sure her pleasure was genuine. Yet despite that when she suddenly threw her head back to cry out and smothered his face with her tits at the same time he was still caught off guard. He continued trying his best to thrust upwards to add some kind of effect to her ecstasy. But the ferocity of her hips more or less pounded him back down against the couch over and over again faster than he could keep up. It was less like a woman cumming on top of him and more like a wild animal. One with such an amazing pussy, soft breasts, and beautifully rapturous expression he had to fight not to cum.Her unfettered passion lasted a brisk thirty seconds yet even in that short amount of time she soaked them both in sticky, pungent fluids. Not to mention obliterated any sexual urges she'd been feeling for at least the rest of the day. Perhaps less if Henry came home in one of his horny moods. Either way when her faculties returned she promptly stared down at him with a smile.

“Mmmmm now I know you don't see that kind of fun with your slutty little college girls!”

“No ma'am.” He answered honestly.

She squeezed his wrists a little harder in warning even while her pussy involuntarily gripped his cock harder with arousal. Being called 'ma'am' while she was fucking his brains out was oddly sexy, “Call me that again.” She whispered. 

The silkiness of her tone and the look on her face made him nervous but the pleasure of her body managed to override the previous assertions, “Yes ma'am!”

“Good boy!” She moaned. After bending down for a quick, lust filled kiss she bit her lip and looked deep into his eyes, “Now it's time for you to cum.”

The sudden twitch that coursed not only through his dick but much of his body was almost as nice as the orgasmic tremors still bouncing around inside her. Almost. Veronica's grip loosened ever so slightly while her focus returned to riding him until the couch, his dick, or her pussy broke. She rose along that meaty pole all the way to the very top and slammed herself down with an echoing slap. Her plump ass jiggled like mad and flecks of juices splashed everywhere. Both of them gasped in mutual pleasure, though his was far more animalistic than hers. Confident he wouldn't last long she glanced at the clock on a nearby wall. As usual her timing was all but perfect. He'd be cumming with a few minutes to spare and she could walk away without any risk of being caught. Although as she glided up and down his prick once again 'walking' was looking more like 'hobbling'. Not that she could complain about that sort of thing. The spasms rushing through her couldn't rival what she'd just experienced but they were certainly stronger than what she usual felt. And even with little frame of reference for how he reacted she could tell Peter was having the time of his life. Just looking at the way his fingers constantly curled into fists then relaxed in time with her movements was proof enough. But just to be safe she paid extra special attention to the way his dick was straining against her inner walls as though trying to lift her into the air by sheer force of will. It was both her mission and delight to tease those visceral reactions out as much as possible. Something she proved to be better at than she realized.

Peter let out what was unmistakably a climactic moan. Still grinning from the tremors of her own orgasm Veronica slammed herself down on his cock with more enthusiasm than ever. Her efforts were rewarded a moment later when most of his body went rigid. Only the wildly throbbing member buried in her pussy continued to move. An expression of surprise and pleasure lit up his face and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a mixture of laughter and satisfied moans. She gradually slowed her gyrations until his entire prick was snugly enveloped by her pussy just in time for the first gooey load to erupt inside her. Shuddering at the volume in that first spray Veronica was reminded just how rewarding it was to fuck men who didn't have sex often. Every throb of his shaft sent another deliciously huge jet into the deepest parts of her cunt. Some of it trickled back out of her pussy thanks to the equally wild contractions coursing through her own body but the rest seeped into her womb where it would stay until absorbed. Like so many other cumshots she'd taken over the years. In the ten seconds or so he was cumming he'd given more seed than the last handful of men she'd been with. Of course perhaps it wasn't fair to judge Henry's business partners so harshly. Most of them weren't nearly as well endowed or as youthful as Peter. That divide was only made more clear when he stopped ejaculating but his dick remained almost completely rock hard inside her pussy. Almost subconsciously she started rocking back and forth against him as she contemplated riding out another orgasm for her and possibly, if there was time, one for him as well.

“I'm home!” Sarah suddenly cried from the entryway.

Both Peter and Veronica froze like statues, his fearful gaze staring up at her while she looked towards her daughter's voice, “Shit.”

“What do we do?” Peter asked in a low voice.

“Well I was thinking of inviting her to join us.” She replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Huh?”

“Obviously we get dressed, Hand me my bra! And put your cock away! Just act natural and she won't suspect a thing.”

“Mom? Are you talking to someone else because I can't hear you if you're talking to me!”

The two of them frantically tried to hide the evidence of their little affair in the short time before their unexpected mood killer entered the living room. Since he had less to clean up Peter was noticeably more successful than Veronica but neither of them passed it off particularly well. When Sarah came into view she was struck by the rather odd sight of her flushed and slightly flustered looking mother sitting with her legs crossed across from a very shameful looking Peter. Both of them were holding mostly empty cups of tea and looking like two people trying to be inconspicuous. 

“H-Hey Sarah!” Peter finally greeted.

“Hey Peter . . .” She replied with a bemused tone, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Oh n-no worries. I wasn't here long.”

“All right cool. Hi Mom.”

“Hello sweetheart,” Veronica said in a calm voice completely at odds with her appearance, “Where's your brother?”

“I dropped him off at a friends house. He said he'll be back in time for dinner.”

“Good. I'll start working on that now. It was nice talking to you Peter.”

“Y-yeah, it was nice talking to you too Mrs. Sweet.”

Doing her best to keep cum from dripping out of her overflowing panties Veronica gathered the teacups and carried them into the kitchen on the same tray she'd brought them in on. Sarah watched her mother walk by with a growing suspicious. When she turned back to Peter and saw him looking more embarrassed than ever she quickly sat down on the couch next to him. She could smell the sweat and fear on his body, a fairly unusually characteristic for the otherwise well maintained tutor. Leaning in and speaking in a conspiratorial whisper she decided to ask him what she already knew.

“She wanted to know about us didn't she?”

“W-what?”

“My mother! She asked about you and me right? She always assumes I'm dating any handsome guy I bring home.”

“Oh . . . well yes she did ask about that . . .” Peter answered honestly.

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth,”

Sarah chuckled and nodded, “I bet she didn't believe a word of it. But thanks all the same.”

“No problem. S-should we get started on today's lesson?”

“Yeah totally, let's go up to my room though. It'll save you from any more awkwardness.”

“That would be fantastic.”