My Mom is a Biology Teacher. Part 2

My Mom is a Biology Teacher. Part 2

For me the minutes stretched into hours. Time moved very slowly, as if I had ended up on the event horizon of a black hole. That’s the comparison, ha-ha. But in reality that was how it was.

I was very anxious and nervous. Five minutes passed. Ten. Twenty.

The ad said a girl starts to feel arousal almost immediately, but twenty minutes had already gone by and Mom still wasn’t there.

For some reason it seemed to me that Mom, sensing something was wrong, would come to me. I hadn’t thought that she might go off somewhere private with one of the colleagues who were at the party.

“Maybe she’s fucking someone right now… Got turned on by the pills and asked the first colleague she ran into to fuck her… somewhere in an office.”

That thought turned me on a lot. I felt my jeans start to tighten in the crotch. Afraid someone might notice my hard-on, I stepped aside so that almost no one could see me. My imagination kept working.

“I need to go look for her. She’s probably already gone off with someone. Almost half an hour has passed. And if the stimulant worked, she should already be at the peak of arousal and dripping like a hole in the Titanic. Damn it, why didn’t I think of that sooner. I should have gone after her right away, to watch her and not let her out of my sight…”

I took a few steps toward the exit, but then I saw Mom’s silhouette in the gym doors again. There she was. She’d come.

“So the stimulant doesn’t work,” flashed through my head. “I knew it was just a scam. It was obvious from the start that it was a con. How could I fall for it?”

But when Mom came closer, I realized the pills might have worked after all.

“How are you doing here, dear?” she said in a low, pleasant voice, almost a half-whisper. “Everything all right?”

I almost immediately noticed something unusual in the way she spoke. Usually she sounded completely different. Right now her voice was so dark, feminine, sensual. I even got goosebumps from it. Though maybe the goosebumps were a result of my strong overexcitement and the thrill.

“Everything’s fine, Mom,” I answered after a short pause, staring at her and trying as hard as I could to make out anything that might show a change in her state. “How about you?”

“I’m fine too, heh-heh.”

Mom’s cheeks were red — I don’t know whether from the alcohol or from the pills. She was smiling, almost glowing, as if something very good had happened to her.

“Haven’t you danced enough yet? I thought maybe we could go home?”

“Home? It’s still early. And you need to keep an eye on everyone.”

“Well, I asked someone to cover for me. So we can leave.”

“She’s probably worried about her condition and wants to slip home, to a safe place. No way. I’m going all the way.”

“I still want to stay here a while, Mom.”

“But you’re not even dancing.”

“I am dancing. I’m just resting right now.”

“Mmmm… I see. Well, all right, as you say.”

“Don’t you want to dance?”

“Me?!” Mom was surprised by my question.

“Yeah. It is a disco, after all.”

“Well, I danced a little upstairs. With the teachers,” she added after a pause.

“Come on,” I don’t know where I got the courage, but I took Mom by the hand and pulled her into the crowd of dancing students.

“What are you doing? Ha-ha. You’re not serious, are you?”

But I pretended not to hear her. At first Mom came reluctantly, then she stopped resisting. We reached the center of the gym, where my classmates and the students from the parallel class were dancing. Almost everyone was already eighteen.

“Oh, you decided to dance too?” one of my classmates asked.

“Vadik dragged me here,” Mom said defensively.

“And he did the right thing.”

A few chuckles went through the crowd. My mom giggled too. She was still smiling, but stood almost motionless, looking now at me, now at the other students.

“Come on, Mom. Dance.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” she said, still smiling, fairly loudly, trying to shout over the music. “What do you want?”

“I want you to have a good time.”

Mom resisted. It was obvious she doubted that dancing at a school disco with her own students, the ones she had given a biology lesson to only yesterday, was a good idea. I saw those doubts. And I understood I needed to give her a push so she would decide.

Taking her by the hands, I started dancing with her. Standing opposite her, I made various dance moves, with my whole manner urging her to do the same. And my plan worked. At first almost imperceptibly, then more and more clearly, Mom began moving her hips to the beat of the music. That was my little victory.

But five minutes later everything changed. Mom stopped and said she wanted to go home. To my questions of why and what for, she said she didn’t feel very well. Her face was red.

“Is this it?” I thought to myself. “Is this the stimulant working? Is that why she flushed like that? Is that why she wants to go home? Afraid she might lose control of herself?”

“I’ll go upstairs now and let the other teachers know I’m leaving. If you want, you can stay and have fun with your classmates.”

“Come on, Mooooom.”

“I really don’t feel very well. I’m dizzy.”

“Let’s dance another twenty minutes and then go home? Just twenty minutes. Pleeeease.”

Mom fell silent. I pressed even harder, and in the end she gave in.

“All right, another twenty minutes. But then we’re going home.”

“Yes, okay. Thanks, Mom.”

Slow music came on. Looking around I saw many students heading toward the gym walls, not wanting to take part. Only a few couples stayed nearby, no more than ten, who, embracing, began slowly stepping from foot to foot, dancing a slow dance.

“Maybe I should ask Mom?” I thought.

But something happened that I had not expected at all, and that made me rejoice inside. My classmate Sanya came up to us and, a little embarrassed, asked my mom to dance. At first I thought he wanted to ask me something, but as it turned out he was interested in the biology teacher.

“May I ask you to dance, Tatyana Vitalyevna?”

“What? To dance?”

Mom was shocked. She certainly had not expected one of her students to ask her for a slow dance, that anyone would have the nerve.

“Yes,” Sanya answered. “Shall we dance?”

I didn’t hear what Mom answered, because I decided to get out of there as fast as I could so she wouldn’t have a chance to leave with me and thereby refuse the invitation. When I turned around, I saw Mom still standing in the center of the gym, half-embracing my classmate and resting her hands on his shoulders. Sanya’s hands were on her waist.

At the sight of that my heart started pounding so hard I could barely hear the music. The rhythm of my heart thudded in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the scene unfolding in front of me. My classmate was holding my mom. They were dancing a slow dance. I watched his hands closely, waiting for him to dare lower them, closer to her buttocks.

Sanya was bold. Probably the boldest in our class. He had started smoking and drinking early and led a fairly idle, wild life. He often didn’t show up to class, and when he did he always sat at the back desk and never paid attention to what the teachers were saying. He didn’t care about school. And he was the perfect candidate to do this with my mom. If anyone was capable of going all the way and not backing down when it was time to take the decisive step, it was him.

I moved closer to the booth the music was playing from. It was hard to notice me there, but I could see very well everything that was happening with Mom. I decided it would be better if I didn’t catch her eye. That could ruin everything. Let her think I wasn’t nearby.

They danced, and I watched. At first everything was fairly ordinary. Well, that is, a teacher dancing with a student was already something unusual in itself, that was clear, but they were dancing exactly the way a teacher and a student are supposed to dance, that is, rather reserved and as if keeping each other at a distance. But after about a minute everything started to change.

Sanya’s hands began to move over my mom’s body. First he slid down a little, carefully, apparently testing the ground. Mom, from the look of it, didn’t object at all, because he didn’t take his hands away. A little later he lowered them further. Now they partly touched the teacher’s buttocks. And this time too Mom apparently said nothing to him, which pleased me a great deal.

“Go on, move further,” I encouraged Sanya mentally. “You can see she’s not against it at all. Put your hands on her ass and squeeze her buttocks.”

I was probably a bad son for wanting something like that for my mom. But I’m telling it as it is, not exaggerating at all and hiding nothing from you. I wanted it with all my heart. I craved for him to start coming on to my mom, to start groping her, touching her everywhere. And I hoped very much she wouldn’t be against it. After all, she was on the stimulant which — I wanted very much to believe — was working.

The palms moved again. I held my breath. Lower. Still lower. There they were, almost fully on her ass. And she, judging by what she was doing, wasn’t against it at all. She kept dancing with him as if nothing was happening. There it was!

I saw it. My classmate’s hands on my mom’s buttocks.

My cock was hard. I had already been quite aroused watching their dance, but now… Now I was simply at the peak. My cock stretched the fabric at my crotch. I felt the heat coming off it.

“What’s next? How far will this go?”

I hoped very much that my classmate would be able to pull my mom’s panties off that evening. But I also doubted very much that she was in such a bad state that she would let that happen.

The music ended. The couples kept dancing a while longer until a new track came on, fast and driving.

The end?

No, it wasn’t the end. Because my mom… she was leaving with Sanya toward the gym exit. Leaving in a hurry. Several times she looked back, apparently trying to find me with her eyes, but she didn’t. A few seconds later they disappeared behind the door. I followed them, feeling my heart was about to leap out of my chest and my cock was about to tear from the excess of arousal.