"Let's go sit over there," Ethan said to Alex, nodding towards a table at the back of the classroom.
Alex followed without question, feeling a bit nervous at the sudden shift in Ethan's demeanor. He took a seat beside him, looking a bit confused.
"Dude, what's wrong?" he asked, placing his hand on Ethan's shoulder.
"Oh, it's nothing," Ethan replied, not looking at Alex. His gaze was fixed on Tobi and Lisa's backs. "That jerk," Ethan murmured to himself.
Tobi suddenly looked over his shoulder and noticed Ethan staring right at him. But even then, Ethan didn't break his gaze. They locked eyes, neither of them showing any expression—just facing each other. Noticing Tobi's stare, Noticing Tobi's stare, Alex whispered to Ethan, "Oy, dude?" But before he could say another word, the classroom door opened, and Ms. Megan walked in. The sound of her heels clacking against the tiles snapped Ethan out of his trance, and he turned to face the front.
"Good afternoon, class," Ms. Megan said, her voice like a bell, immediately silencing the room. She was a young teacher with a figure that had every boy's eyes glued to her whenever she walked down the hallways. Her blouse stretched so tight over her soft, full breasts that the buttons seemed like they were hanging on for dear life, and her mini-skirt clung to her hips, barely covering halfway down her thighs—just enough to mess with every teenage brain in the room.
"Let's get started with the lesson, shall we?" she said, scanning the room. When her eyes landed on Ethan, she felt her cheeks flush. She had always caught him staring at her. But Ethan had always thought she never noticed. Ms. Megan gave him a slightly naughty smirk and turned to write on the board. That smirk made Ethan feel a bit hot under his collar, his eyes drifting to her shapely legs and the way her skirt rode up as she leaned over.
Alex leaned in closer to Ethan. "You okay, man?" he whispered, noticing the look on his friend's face.
Ethan nodded, his eyes still on Ms. Megan's ass. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice a bit hoarse. "Just...thinking."
The class went on as normal, but Ethan's mind was racing with thoughts of Luna and Lucy. How is he supposed to get in there? As the bell rang, marking the end of class, Ethan and Alex packed their bags. "Let's walk down the street today," Alex said while placing a hand on his tummy. "I'm feeling a bit hungry."
Ethan nodded, his mind still absent, pondering over the situation. "Sure," he replied with a distant voice.
They left the campus and strolled down the path, surrounded by the vibrant colors of autumn leaves. The air was filled with the scent of crisp fall air and the faint aroma of food from the nearby stalls.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Alex asked, noticing Ethan's lack of interest. "You've been pretty...preoccupied."
Ethan sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Well...it's nothing serious."
Alex raised an eyebrow at him. "Then why do you look like someone just ran over your favorite dog?" "Let's focus on the burger shop, will you?" Now walk fast, or they will be sold out," he said, trying to lighten the mood.
They reached the burger shop and bought their usual, the "Double XL Meal" with extra mayo. The warm scent of the burgers filled the cool air as they walked towards the lake. The crunch of their shoes on the gravel path was the only sound that broke the silence of their contemplation.
"Come on, man," Alex said as they reached the bench, unwrapping his burger with a grin. "You can't just leave me hanging. What's up?"
Ethan took a deep breath, the scent of the greasy burger mixing with the freshness of the lake water. "Yeah, let's eat." He took a bite. "Damn, it's freaking good!!" Ethan said, with a mouth full of food.
Alex nodded. "Finish the burger and see everything's going to be fine." Ethan took a deep breath and nodded.
After finishing their food, Alex looked at Ethan with a hopeful glint in his eye. "Hey, remember last time we played that game? You totally cheated, man!" He chuckled, playfully poking Ethan in the shoulder. "Come on, let's go to my place, and I'll show you who's boss this time!"
Ethan couldn't help but laugh at his friend's enthusiasm. He knew that Alex was dying for a rematch. "I don't know, man," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I've got something to do at home."
But Alex wasn't taking no for an answer. He literally began to beg. "Come on, Ethan! I've been practicing all week."
Ethan sighed inwardly. He knew he had to keep up the façade, even though he was planning to give his mother a good sloppy fuck. "Alright, alright," he finally relented. "But only if you promise not to cry when I beat you again," he said with a smirk.
They took the bus to Alex's house, which was only a few stops away from Ethan's place. Ethan figured being a little late wouldn't be a big problem. He could fuck her senseless before his dad gets back from the office.
Alex lives with his sister Haley and their parents in a two-story house. Mrs. Johansson, Alex's mother, is a pretty stunning woman. Despite being a mother of two children, she didn't gain a single roll of fat on her belly. If anything, aging only made her more attractive. Her long legs, wide hips, and those gigantic bosoms were just out of this world.
There's no count of how many times Ethan jerked off thinking about her—those plump lips, both horizontal and vertical. Every time she bent over or leaned in too close, his thoughts went wild. He always played it cool, but deep down, every inch of him wanted to slam her mushy pussy.
"Hey, Mom!" Alex called out as they walked in, dropping his backpack by the door.
Mrs. Johansson came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron. She had a warm smile on her face that made Ethan's stomach flip. She looked at Ethan, and her eyes lingered for a moment, making him feel like he was the only one in the room. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve of her body, and the apron did little to hide the swell of her ample breasts.
"Hey, Ethan," she said, her voice a slutty purr that sent a quiver down his spine. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder; her hand held there a little longer than it should have. "It's been a while," she said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch before looking back up at him.
"Hi, Mrs. Johansson," Ethan greeted her, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face, but damn—those tits were making it hard to focus. Barely held in by her tight top, bouncing with every breath she took.
"Oh dear, how many times have I told you? Call me Janice." Mrs. Johansson leaned closer to Ethan, her breath warm and sweet, like a freshly baked cookie. "You know, a handsome boy like you shouldn't be so formal with a lady like me," she said, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently.
"Damn… my dick's gonna burst right here," Ethan thought, struggling to keep his eyes off those plump, jiggling breasts practically begging to spill out of her top.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, let's go set up the games," he said, tugging on Ethan's arm and leading him to the living room. Ethan couldn't help but feel his dick hardening at Janice's touch. Behind them, Janice bit her lip. Her hand slipped between her thighs, pressing right against her soaked panties as she gave herself a needy squeeze while looking at Ethan's broad back.
Once in the living room, Ethan took a moment to compose himself while Alex set up their video games.
"Here you go, guys," Mrs. Johansson said, strutting in with a tray of warm cookies and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. Her hips swayed sensually, drawing Ethan's attention to the curve of her plump ass. She placed the tray on the coffee table and bent over slightly, giving Ethan a clear view of her cleavage. He couldn't help but stare.
Mrs. Johansson giggled, straightening up and leaning against the couch. "What's got you so distracted, Ethan?"
Ethan coughed, his cheeks reddening. "I'm just...thirsty," he said, reaching for a glass. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his eyes on the juice as he poured himself a glass.
Janice took a seat next to him, her thigh brushing against his. "So, tell me," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "How's college treating you?"
Ethan took a sip, the cold liquid sliding down his throat, trying to cool the fire building within him. "It's good," he said, his voice a little too high. "Just a lot of...studying."
Janice leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. "__Holy shit, I'm losing it.__" Ethan thought to himself. "I bet it's not all just books and studying, is it?" she whispered, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "I remember college. It was full of...other activities."
Alex looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his mom cozying up to his friend. "You guys okay over there?"
Ethan nodded, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Janice's body. "Yeah, we're just catching up," he said, his voice a little too casual. His eyes quickly darted back to Janice, and his thoughts raced again. "Gosh, I might just rip her clothes off right here."
"Well, don't let me interrupt," Janice said, her hand sliding down to rest on Ethan's thigh. "I'll just...watch the game."
The room felt like it was closing in on Ethan as Janice's hand began to move up and down his thigh, almost closer and closer to his growing erection. Ethan's breath hitched as Janice's hand moved closer to his erection. "Fuck, is she doing this on purpose?" He could feel the heat of her skin through his jeans, and his mind filled with the images of her naked body, begging for his cock.
"Ah, Janice," he said, his voice strained. "I think I might need a...a break."
Mrs. Johansson giggled, her hand moving away from his thigh. "Of course, dear," she said, her voice a purr. "Why don't you go use the bathroom?"
Ethan nodded, standing up quickly and practically running to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, his breath coming in short gasps. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispered to himself. "I can't even think straight with her around."