My MILF Tutor Caught Me Looking at Porn...Then THIS Happened!

I'll never forget the moment my tutor, Ms. Banks, strolled into my room that day, clad in a tight-fitting dress with a low neckline, her lustrous skin and overflowing cleavage accentuated by the dim, golden glow of the table lamp. I could hardly believe my eyes. Ms. Banks - my prim, proper, somewhat stern savior in academics had transformed into this smoldering (and slutty!) woman before me.

I swallowed hard as she sauntered in, her hips swaying sensuously, her eyes locked on mine. She tossed her mane of braided hair behind her shoulder and said, "Well, young man, I see you're keeping busy these days."

The words hung in the air between us, the subtext heavy and thick. She had caught me with my pants around my feet (literally), my computer playing a video of a black MILF riding a young hunk's cock.

"What might Freud say?" she asked under her breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." She leaned in, looking at the video. "Play it."

"Huh, this? I got a link to it that said this was for a study guide for one of my classes. I was lied to," I fibbed, assuming that if she believed my lie, she must also believe in the tooth fairy.

"Uh huh…right," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "No, seriously, let's watch the video. If not, I'd be happy to tell your parents about it."

She winked, and my stomach dropped. I knew I was busted, but fuck, I wanted her so badly in that moment.

Playing the video, we both watched as the young stud mounted the busty MILF from behind, the camera zooming in on his crotch as he railed her with it. Her moans and screams were theatrical, although the passion was hot.

"Stop!" she blurted out. "Rewind it back a minute."

I did so, and we watched it again, her brown eyes locked on the screen with some type of impish interest. "He's really beating that pussy up, isn't he?"

My eyebrows shot up, seeing how this was coming from a woman who had never cussed in my presence before.

"I, uh, I was, uh, too disgusted to watch it," I bullshitted.

"Ha!"

Leaning over to take the mouse into her hand, her cleavage floated near my face like a pair of fleshy watermelons. Rewinding the video, she scrolled through, stopping when it was on an oral sex scene. "This is what I like," she quipped, playing it.

The video showed the woman's tongue dancing around his erection, his moans filling the small bedroom. "That's it, lick that cock," she said, watching with interest.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ms. Banks, my uptight tutor, saying the word "cock" and watching pornography? What had gotten into her?

Before I knew it, she leaned in closer to me and whispered, "I can do that you know."

"What?" I asked, my voice shaking with desire.

"Teach you, I mean," she replied, looking at me with a seductive glint in her eyes. "You're almost an adult now, and you need to learn how to please a woman.

Plus, I haven't had a good deepthroat in years," she admitted with a wink.

Ms. Banks' words struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending electric shocks straight to my cock. My heart pounded in my chest as I processed her words - my tutor, my mentor, the closest thing I had to a second mother wanted to give me a blowjob.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, I nodded silently. She stood up from her chair and closed the door behind her, before walking towards me with a predatory grace that stole my breath away.

Ms. Banks was no longer the prim and proper tutor I had always known, but a seductive vixen who seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

Groovy!

"Well, aren't you going to undress me?" she asked, her voice like a purr that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded dumbly, unable to believe what was happening. She took a step closer, closing the distance between us, and reached out to touch my face.

I could feel the heat radiating off her body, her scent intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, taking in the mix of vanilla and sandalwood that was uniquely her.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, needing to hear her say it out loud.

She looked deep into my eyes, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, I'm sure," she said, her voice firm and decisive. "I want this. I want you."

I didn't need any more convincing.

My cock was already straining against my pants, the bulge clear and obvious. Ms. Banks' eyes flicked down to my crotch, her gaze lingering on the tented fabric.

"Well, someone's excited," she murmured, reaching out to touch the outline of my cock through my jeans.

I bit back a moan as she traced her fingers over the fabric, her touch light and teasing. I could feel the warmth of her hand, the gentle pressure against my shaft.

"For an 18 year old, you seem to have a big cock," she quipped, rubbing.

"All the more to fuck you with," I rejoined, grinning.

CUMTINUED SOON...