Science Part Two

Science: Part Two

The next day came and I rushed into school like a madman. Not only would I see the lovely Anne Jenson in biology class, but in our own little private biology session after school. I waited all day for the last period of school and finally it came. Biology. Now my favorite subject. But this was the clean biology lesson, surrounded by people. I had to wait for the private lesson. I walked into the classroom with my classmates and Miss Jenson started the lesson.

“Today the lesson is about genetics.” She said. She continued with a thoroughly fascinating lesson on genetics. The most fascinating thing was that we all might be from the same gene pool. The lesson ended and I stayed behind and asked her more about genetics. I was intrigued. Of course, genetics was one thing, mating was another altogether.

“Today, Andrew, I will teach you how to go down on a woman.” Miss Jenson said, getting undressed. I was drooling already and couldn’t wait to taste Anne. “Now, I want you to get on your knees and obey my every instruction.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said. Anne laid down on the table and splayed her legs, telling me to lick her pussy lips. I did this, gently. For some reason, I knew that women like it gentle down there. I licked up and down and felt Miss Jenson getting all hot and wet.

“Oh, yes, keep doing that.” She instructed. I hooked the top of her legs over my arms to get more leverage and continued my passionate assault on her lovely woman parts.

“Now, Andrew, please insert your finger inside me.” I did as I was told and Anne gave out a soft moan, which oddly seemed to fill the room. I continued with my licking and fingering when Anne reminded me of her clit.

“Remember? Gently does it.” I slowly and gently rubbed her clit and felt her cumming on my finger.

“OH God, yes don’t stop!” Anne screamed. It all went tight and the room was filled with her screams of ecstasy. This seemed to go on forever and I enjoyed the floods of juices that flowed into my mouth, lapping them up like I was sucking on an orange.

“Nice bit of multi-tasking, Andrew.” Anne panted. “Now it’s my turn.” She turned and undid my trousers and pulled my boxers down. She started by gently feeling up and down my shaft, getting me all nice and hard. Then she started kissing my cock and sucking my balls. She continued this tease fest for a while, before finally sucking on my throbbing cock. I moaned and Anne bit down on my shaft, ever so gently, making me gasp a bit.

“Was that sore?” She asked

“A bit, but if I can take a butt-fuck, then a cock-bite is nothing.” I replied. I must have said something that satisfied her, because she was going at my cock like this was the last day on earth. Not that I was complaining, it felt like nothing she had ever done before and she seemed to enjoy my cock hitting the back of her throat. With all this raw excitement, it wasn’t long before I came letting a torrent of white soldiers into her mouth.

“No sense in wasting this.” Anne gargled and swallowed the lot.

“Lovely to see you enjoying a meal.” I said, getting Anne back up on her feet and sucking her nipples. I looked at the clock and uttered an expletive.

“Time for me to go home.” I said.

“OK, same time tomorrow?”

“You bet, Miss and I promise, that arse is mine.”

“Sure thing, see you tomorrow, safe journey home.” Miss Jenson said. I decided to walk and have a joint while I was at it. I got home and was greeted by mum asking me where I had been and all kinds of parenty things.

“I was at the extra study classes, you know, I told you about them yesterday?” I replied.

“Oh yes, I remember. Who’s taking them?” Mum asked.

“Oh, it’s the new teacher, Miss Jenson.”

“Jenson, did you say?” A look of surprise spread on my mum’s face. “You er, wouldn’t happen to know her first name, would you?”

“Er, yes it’s Anne, why?” I asked, perplexed.

“No reason, so, what does she look like?”

“Wha? Well kinda tall-ish, green eyes, face kinda round, great set of tits and an arse that’s made for spanking.” I said.

“Oh. shit. What age would you say she is? Roughly?”

“Uhh, ‘bout a couple years older than you, I guess. What’s all this about?” I asked, thinking she must know this teacher.

“No no it’s nothing, any chance you could set up a meeting between us two?”

“Um sure, I’ll ask her tomorrow after school.”

“Oh good, it’s just a hunch I’ve got, that’s all.” Mum said, trying to reassure me or was it her? Well, evening turned into night and that turned into bedtime.

“I’m off to bed now, ‘night mum.”

“Goodnight Andrew.” Mum said, giving me a kiss and hug.

I got into bed and lit up another joint. I decided to put my computer on and see if anyone was on line. Nobody. Meh, might as well do the ol’ smoke and sleep. I opened the window so that I could just chuck the joint out when I was finished and went to sleep thinking of Miss Jenson, happy to be fucking that piece of ass.

Morning came and I got up, doing the usual ritual: downstairs, piss, skip breakfast ‘cos I can’t physically eat in the morning, read the morning paper for a bit and finally get ready for school.

“I’m off to school, mum!” I bellowed.

“OK, see you later, don’t forget the meeting you’ve to set up.”

“OK, later, bye.”

Another boring day of school, but now the fun began. But before, I had to set that meeting up. Here I go, into the classroom and mum is already there, talking with Miss Jenson.

“Oh, hey Miss, mum.” I said, surprised. “So what brings you here?” I ask, hoping for good news.

“Well, I’ve just been speaking with Miss Jenson, or should I say your Auntie Anne.” Mum
blurted. ‘Fuck’ was my exact thought. ‘fuck, I fucked my Auntie.’

“Well? Got something to say?” Mum asked.

“Well, not really, except for WHAT. THE. FUCK?!”

“Now, now, Andrew. This is not the time or the place for expletives. Let me explain.” Miss Auntie Anne Jenson said, in her sexy voice. No stop thinking of that, sicko!

“When I was in my teens, I ran away.”

“That’s not strictly true, is it, Anne?” Mum interrupted.

“Well, no not really, you see.” Anne searched around the room. “Good, nothing here. As I was saying, I was put into witness protection when I was younger, separated from the family, only allowed one call, monitored, mind you, per year and had no idea that your mum had married or even of your existence. It was a real heart-breaker. All I wanted was to get back to my family, but that stupid bastard murderer ruined that.” She explained everything to me. A pretty sad and sorry affair, if you ask me.

“So any chance you could come back to the house with us, or would that be a breach of contract?” I asked.

“Well, it’s only breach of contract if I know you’re my family.” Anne said with a wink
.
“Good, because I think we all need a good joint and a nice whiskey. I’ve a good ten-year.” I said
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“I agree, let’s go!” Laughed mum and Anne. We headed home and I whispered to Anne “we need to figure out where we stand with each other now.” Anne replied “Let’s continue the relationship. It’s more fun that way.”

Who would have thought it. Anne, my Auntie in witness protection and me inside my auntie. Now I really can’t wait for the next time we’re alone.