Okafor is Mrs. Oluchi's step son, she is a young bride who inherited her elderly husband's son. He is in a fix with a teacher that only his step mum can fix.
‘No thanks’, Okafor muttered.
The busty lady gagged a little as the teacher shoved his dick right into her throat, but she managed to keep sucking as Mr Wale pushed harder on the top of her head.
Suddenly, Mr. Wale gave a groan and his dick convulsed against Oluchi’s tongue, spurting uncontrollably into her sucking mouth.
The teacher rocked back in his seat and tightly gripped the top of Oluchi’s head by a handful of her hair, holding her head in place as he emptied his abundant cum down her throat.
Oluchi swallowed urgently, drinking down every drop of his cum to avoid choking on it.
Only when he was completely finished did Mr. Wale let go of Oluchi’s head and she could sit back up again.
Oluchi reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the packet in Okafor’s lap, eager to get rid of the taste of Mr Wale’s terrible cum from her mouth.
The nineteen year old didn’t turn his attention away from the movie screen, doing his best to pretend he hadn’t seen what his teacher had made her do.
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***
“We need to talk,” announced Oluchi as she and Okafor arrived back from her ‘date’ with Mr. Wale.
Okafor looked like he was going to vomit. “I’m so sorry he made to do that.”
Oluchi shook her head. “No, no, don’t worry about that. We need to talk about Mr. Wale. This can’t continue.”
“Oh…” murmured Okafor, he paused for a moment “So I am not blame?”
Oluchi rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Okafor, I know it wasn’t your fault..”
Okafor swallowed and nodded miserably.
Oluchi noticed uncomfortably that Okafor was looking at her chest. She crossed her arms in a weak attempt to cover her sizable breasts.
“We need to stop him. I’m not prepared to keep on letting him… from using me.”
Okafor nodded. “I know. But what can we do? He’ll expel me if you don’t let him touch you.”
Oluchi grimaced. “He did more than just touching tonight.”
“I know.”
***
“Well, do I look seductive enough?” asked Oluchi, spinning around to give her nineteen year old stepson a good look at her outfit.
Okafor’s jaw hit the floor at the sight of Oluchi. The shapely twenty-six year old was wearing the shortest skirt that Okafor had ever seen. It was little more than a belt, barely covering her ass, and as she spun around Okafor got a glimpse of her round buttock at the top of her thighs.
The skimpy miniskirt left the beautiful lady’s long and slender legs on display, and she was wearing impractically high black heeled shoes that accentuated her magnificent shape.
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The top part of Oluchi’s incredibly sexy outfit was a small blouse that left her flat stomach bare and barely buttoned up over her amazing cleavage. Okafor could see more than a hint of the lacy black bra that Oluchi was wearing beneath the blouse and her ample breasts looked as wonderful as ever.
Okafor didn’t think she could have looked sexier if she had been naked. She was a magnificent vision of wholesome lust.
Oluchi smiled, apparently pleased by her stepson’s stunned reaction. “Let’s go. We’ve got work to do.”
***
“Okafor? Miss Oluchi?” remarked Mr. Wale in surprise as the pair walked into his classroom just as he was closing for the day. The teacher’s eyes went wide as he saw how Oluchi was dressed.
“Mrs Oluchi,” corrected Oluchi, approaching the man. The heels of her shoes were so high that she could only manage to tiptoe along sexily at a slow pace, accentuating the suggestive sway of her curvaceous hips.
Mr. Wale frowned, his gaze roaming slowly over the sexy lady’s incredibly long legs and large cleavage.
“Ehmm… what can I do for you?”
“Okafor told me that you wanted to see me,” replied Oluchi, leaning on the edge of Mr Wale’s desk, jutting one hip out invitingly to highlight the captivating curves of her hourglass figure.
Mr Wale glanced over at Okafor in surprise. “I did…? Oh, yes, that’s right.”
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The teacher leant forwards, running his palm up along the outside of Oluchi’s bare thigh, sliding his hand over her smooth, soft skin from just above her knee, right up to the top of her thigh.
Oluchi even smiled down at him as his hand disappeared up the side of her short, black skirt and roamed over her bare hip beneath her skirt.
“I know you will perform outstandingly well at the university, Okafor,” said Mr. Wale as his hand reached around, sliding over the smooth expanse of Oluchi’s buttock. She was only wearing a thong beneath her mini skirt, as the teacher’s palm glided across the bare skin of her ass cheek he gave a small murmur of gratitude.
He licked his upper lip, the tip of his tongue running along his beards. He gave Oluchi’s ass a firm squeeze beneath her skirt, admiring the fleshiness of her buttock.
“Come here,” murmured the teacher, pulling Oluchi closer by the hand on her ass. She moved towards him, almost stumbling on her incredibly high heeled shoes.
Once she was directly in front of his seat, Mr. Wale slid his other hand up the back her other leg, reaching up under her skirt so that he had a buttock in each hand.
“Wow you’re sexy,” breathed Mr Wale, his hands kneading Oluchi’s firm ass cheeks. He looked up at the lady’s pretty face; he could barely see her beyond the shelf of her breasts.
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“Take off her top for me, Okafor,” ordered Mr Wale.
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