Being a single mother is not easy, especially when the child is in his teens. It is also not easy to find lovers when they know you have a teenage son, especially when you are looking for lovers of the same sex.
I am a thirty-nine-year-old woman, and I am a lesbian. The one time I tried cock, he got me pregnant. I don’t mind too much as I got my wonderful son, James from it. The bustard that got me pregnant, disappeared when he heard I was pregnant, so I was left to raise my son alone.
It wasn’t too hard for me as I worked from home. I was a saleswoman through the internet when it first started to be becoming a retail heaven. I started working in the late nineties when eBay and Amazon were only a few years old. It still amazes me how easy it is to buy things online now. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
So, being an at home mom and still being able to work made life easier, and my lovely son could want for nothing. I doted on him and he got nearly everything he wanted.
Then he started school. Schools do this thing where one night, every term, they have a parents evening. You go to the school and talk to every teacher, in turn, on how your child is progressing. Of course, I never missed a night. I went every term and was always happy to find out that my son was progressing well. He was never the top of his class but was never in the lower half.
My son was fourteen years old and was in grade nine. He had told me about his teacher, a gorgeous woman about my age. Every day he would have something else to say about her, even using vulgar language about her, which I didn’t condone.
I knew he went through puberty without a hitch and even knew about some of his friends. But the way he was talking about his own teacher, I did not like one bit. I gave him a bit of a telling off, and I could see he didn’t like it. He told me he was sorry.
“But you have Parent’s evening this week, you’ll see.”
The rest of the week my mind wandered, it kept going back to that sentence. I was actually looking forward to seeing her for myself.
The evening of the parents' evening came I got dressed in my sexiest trouser suit. I always wore suits to parents' evening, but I usually wore skirt suits. I was already horny, so the trouser suit was more for the seduction than anything else. The trousers hugged my legs and crotch and showed off my round ass exceptionally well.
I said goodnight to my son and drove the five minutes to the school. Most of the meetings went the usual way, talking about James’s grades and how he could improve. I made notes and spoke about a few things relevant to my son’s education. I was at the school for more than an hour before I got to go to the teacher’s class.
I walked into her class and looked around. I saw her standing by the board, writing things with chalk. I could see my sons name up on the board with things written underneath. She turned to me and I could not think straight anymore. She had dirty blonde hair, tied up. She had amazing sharp blue eyes and a mouth that was just made for kissing. I wanted her.
She sat down, and I sat opposite her by a small table. We seemed to speak, but I couldn’t really hear a word. I was lost in her eyes and my head seemed to move forward with her every word. She seemed to be moving towards me too, and it wasn’t long before I could feel her breathing on my face.
Our lips touched, it was like an electric shock and everything seemed to come back into focus. We were making out, full on. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths and my hand reached up to hold her face.
Then, all at once it stopped. I pulled away, apologizing to her. I didn’t mean for it to happen, I didn’t even know if she was into girls like I was. She seemed to blush too as if it was unprofessional of her.
She stood up and gave an awkward cough. I watched her walk to the door and look out the window. To my surprise, she locked the door and walked back to me. She held out her hand to me, so I gave her my hand. She led me to the back of the class and stood me against the back wall. She gave me a weak smile and then slid her hand up my trouser leg and cupped my crotch.
She smiled at me as her hand started to massage at my crotch, and she leant forward to kiss me once more. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, breathing heavily on her face. We must have been kissing for a while before she pulled away from me. She didn’t say anything, she just got to her knees in front of me and pulled down my trousers and panties together.