My name is Preetam. It is a fictional story about how a sex-deprived single mother will have sex with her son’s teacher from school. The names of the characters are Shifali (the mother), Rohan (son), and Varun (the teacher). The story is told from Shifali’s point of view.
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I am Shifali, 35 years old, a single working parent with no sex life. One day, I received a call from my son’s class teacher regarding his academics, and he asked me to come in for the next PTA meeting.
The next day, I attended the PTA meeting to discuss my son’s performance with his teacher, wearing a saree outfit with a hint of cleavage. When I saw the teacher, I noticed he was a handsome hunk, well-dressed, and I couldn’t help but think different thoughts about him. During the PTA meeting, we discussed my son’s performance, and I requested him to focus on my son a bit more. After some persuasion, he agreed.
As a gesture of gratitude, I invited him to dinner later that night. He agreed after I insisted. On my way home, I shopped for dinner and bought some special lingerie for myself.
As dinner time approached, I prepared everything and went to my room to freshen up. After a hot, refreshing shower, I admired my body in the mirror for a while. Then I put on my special lingerie, a deep-cut white blouse, and a black, transparent saree. I also wore pearls, loop earrings, a nose ring, deep red lipstick, and heels to complete the look. After admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn’t resist touching myself.
Just in time, I heard a knock on the door; I looked at my watch and realized it was dinner time. I opened the door to find my son’s class teacher standing there, dressed in formal attire, with a wine bottle in his hand.
He stood there for a while, admiring my appearance with his eyes. I noticed this, broke the silence, and invited him into the house, thanking him for the wine. I asked him to sit in the hall.
After a while, I called him for dinner, and my son, the teacher, and I had dinner together. I poured him wine, and as dinner proceeded, we discussed my family, his family, and other topics. After dinner, I asked my son to go to his bedroom.
My son’s teacher and I continued our discussion in the hall. We sat on the couch and sipped wine where conversations about my husband and other things arose. I revealed that my husband and I divorced due to his affair with a friend; I caught them having sex in our bedroom. I couldn’t take it and applied for a divorce, and my kid and I separated from him. I took on the responsibility from then on. I thanked the teacher for agreeing to focus on my son, and he said he was happy to do it.
As I poured more wine into his glass, I asked about his relationship status. And he said he was in a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend. After hearing this, I had some kinky thoughts. But I wasn’t ready to take risks yet, as he was my son’s teacher.
Under the influence of wine, he admired my appearance and asked why I had never considered another relationship. I said I never had time for another relationship, being busy with work and raising my son. But I had a few one-night stands – you know, the body needs it.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how hot I looked. He placed his hands on my thighs and slowly rubbed them. With the wine’s effect and my sex deprivation, I didn’t resist him. He took this as a yes, came close, and kissed me on the lips. I thought for a while and then responded to his kiss. We continued kissing for a while, and I said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” After we both entered the bedroom, he closed the door. Then, he pinned me to the door, kissed me vigorously, threw me on the bed, and came behind me. He slid my hair while kissing my neck and pressed my breasts from behind over my saree. I couldn’t stop moaning as he took over my body.
Because his long-distance relationship had left him craving sex, he was in no mood to stop. He dropped the pallu of my saree and tore my blouse. He came in front of me and pressed my breasts hard over my bra. My moans grew louder than ever. He tore my new bra, sucked my breasts and nipples, and put one hand between my thighs to begin rubbing my pussy over the saree.
My moans kept increasing throughout the night; after sucking my breasts and rubbing my pussy, he put me on my knees and gave me his hard cock to suck. The way I sucked his cock made him moan, and he was on top of heaven.
He caught my hair and deep-throated me, making me gag, fucking my face so fast that I gasped for breath. I tapped out for breath, and he released me. I took a moment to breathe. And without warning, he slapped my face, commanding authority over me. I told him that this was the best someone had dominated me so far. He said he was much better than his girlfriend and that MILFs were the best for sexual satisfaction.
He made me lie down, spread my pussy, and licked it, slapping and slowly pushing his fingers into it one by one. He finger-fucked me slowly and then increased the speed after a while.
My moans were out of control; I was in heaven as he used his fingers in my pussy. I couldn’t control myself anymore and had an orgasm, squirting all over his fingers. I took his fingers in my mouth and started sucking my juices off them.
Without any shame, like a slut, I asked him to put his hard cock in my pussy, saying I couldn’t wait any longer. I told him to fuck me like I was his whore and to use me the way he wanted. I said I was his whore and slave.
He put me in the missionary position and slowly pushed his dick inside my pussy. He was fucking me in the missionary position, looking into my eyes. I was going crazy, moaning at the top of my lungs. After a while, he increased his speed, with his cock touching the core of my pussy while maintaining eye contact. It made me crave more of his dick.
Then, he put me in doggy style and started fucking me from behind. My moans were echoing through the room. As he started fucking me more vigorously, the sound of our thighs clapping was audible between our moans. He spanked me hard, and tears came out of my eyes, but I didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, I asked him to spank me much harder.
After fucking me in doggy style for a while, he said he was about to cum. I asked him to fill my pussy with his cum, saying I wanted to feel his cum inside my pussy. As I said this, he filled my pussy with his cum and stayed in that position for a while. Later, I went down to suck his cock dry and winked at him.
We both slept in bed, cuddling each other. I thanked him for taking special care of me and my son. I said that the more improvement I saw in my son’s marks, the more he would see a new level of whore in me. He said I should be ready to be a whore, then. He got ready to leave, and as he was about to exit, he pinched my nipple and slapped my boob, saying he couldn’t wait for the next time. I told him I felt the same way.
The end.
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