I thought I might have really screwed up. I’d told my mom about Miss Marty Muller, the English teacher I’d had sex with. And I’d told Marty that I’d had sex with my mom. Now, mom was showing Marty around the house. I’d grown more and more eager to have Marty over, COVID or no. We’d stopped seeing each other in late March as California locked down and my one attempt at phone sex hadn’t worked at all. Well, I came, of cours...

I walked into my mom’s bathroom wearing only my boxers. She stood in the shower, water raining down her back. Her eyes were closed – she simply reveled in the warmth, I think. Looking at her, my cock got even harder. She had long blonde hair that went down past her shoulders. While I could only see her from the side, I knew she had green eyes and a slightly crooked smile. Her breasts appeared otherworldly, identical and r...

Miss Muller’s hand lightly rubbed my thigh. It was down toward my knee, but still, it was a female teacher in contact with her sixteen-year old male student. I’m sure I tensed and she stopped. It was pre-COVID January, 2020, and we were in The Old Spaghetti Factory – me and Miss Muller and three cheerleaders. I wrote sports for the school paper. Miss Muller taught English and managed the cheerleading squad. The cheerleade...