Home School Ch. 01

I had a very different childhood. It wasn't bad, but it mostly depends on your point of view of it. It was different because I was home-schooled all the way through high school. Now it isn't as fun as it sounds, parents who home-school their kids treat the situation just like any other school. There's a curriculum to follow, class scheduling, fair grading system, and everything else that you would find in a regular school. There are a few differences, the school hours are shorter, fewer classes that the teachers (or the parents) don't need to teach, just to name a couple, but all in all I got the same education as any other kid. And I did have a normal social life, I had friends who I played with after school and hung out with, I did have an after school job in my "high school years", and I did date, although not very much because it was very difficult to meet other girls since the only girl that I was seeing most of the time was my own mother who was my teacher.

Home-schooling is pretty much set up as a regular school and by law if my mother issues me a high school degree it is recognized. It's not as easy as it sounds, not anybody can give away a high-school degree, there are some protocols and lots of paperwork and you have to check out your own state or district laws to see what is involved. It wasn't until I got to community college I got to see what going to a classroom was really like, in my first semester I was so nervous I only took classes that my friends were in so I would know somebody in that class. I got the handle of it pretty fast and took my second semester classes on my own.

As I mentioned, my mother was my home-school teacher and I was her only student. My father died from diabetes when I was younger so it was just me and her this whole time. My mother has a trust fund that has kept both of us financially stable all these years, but she does have a side online job selling nutrient supplements. And as I mentioned before because was the only woman that I have contact during the school year, you can imagine that this has created some very unusual feelings for her. She was a very attractive woman, in her early forties now, long-hair brunette, and a nice hourglass figure; her breasts weren't huge but a good size C-cup.

Starting when I was about 14, my mother was my central fantasy figure. She was the woman that I used to imagine when I touched myself at night. Of course I always felt guilty when I thought of her that way, but she was the only attractive woman that I really knew during those years what was a guy to do. And she didn't make it easy for me by the way. Because she was so used to me being around she apparently thought it was no big deal to walk around in her bra, or sometimes change in front of me. This usually happened when she woke up in the morning, or was about to go to bed at night, sometimes during the day after she came back from the gym and was getting ready to shower. She never got naked when she changed in front of me, except for one time she did change her bra in front of me but she had her back turned so I saw nothing. And the bras she wears were not your standard white bra that covered up everything; they were colored ones that would leave a fair amount of cleavage to be shown. Like I said before, what was a guy to do when he's put in a situation like that? All I could think about was how much I wanted to touch her body, for her to touch me in return, to touch and suck on her beautiful breasts, for her to put my prick in her mouth and have her swallow my cum, and just make love to her in different positions.

Over the last couple of years I have tried to move away from those fantasies; I've downloaded lots of porno clips onto my computer, I've been spying on my next door neighbor who doesn't seem to know that from her window she can be seen changing or having sex with whoever she's dating. I've also been dating a lot more and fulfilled my sexual frustrations on them; nothing big, I just got to feel up a few of them and I got a blowjob a couple of times.

But it didn't completely distract me from thinking about my mother. Because of my home-schooling I couldn't meet that many girls to go out with, my sexy neighbor would eventually move away, and I would have to periodically delete the porno from my computer because my mother was very good with computers and she would eventually find them if she wanted to. Not only that, the more time I spent with her, the more I got sexually frustrated thinking about her.

It wasn't until my senior year of home-schooling, just after I turned 18 that something finally happened. My mother and I were sitting at the dining room table (that's were she gives me her lessons) going over my calculus lessons. I have been doing very poorly in that subject for several weeks and my mother was getting very frustrated with me.

"What is going on here?" she demanded to know. "You knew this stuff yesterday, what has changed?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I've just been having trouble concentrating on this stuff."

"Why are you not able to concentrate on this?"

"I just don't know."

I did know, a week ago I had to delete the porno of my computer yet again, I haven't had a date in a while, and because the weather has changed and the temperature had been rising my mother has taken to wearing really small shorts and tank tops.

"Ok, listen lets take a break for now. Go make yourself something for lunch, I'm going upstairs to take a shower, I'm sweating like a pig here."

"Ok mom."

"When I come back, we're going over those two chapters again, you hear me."

"Yes mom." She walked upstairs while I went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. As I was looking in the refrigerator I realized that what I wanted really wasn't a sandwich, what I wanted to do was to jerk off.

I heard the shower turn on and all I could think about was my mother naked. I didn't know what at the time, but I found myself walking upstairs. Her bedroom door was open halfway and I could hear her humming a tune in her shower. Slowly I walked into her bedroom; I could feel my heart beating harder in my chest as I got closer to her bathroom door. The bathroom door was also open, I was nervous as hell but nothing was going to stop me now. I peaked my head over the side very slowly and saw the bathroom mirror and reflected on it was my mother, in all of her naked beauty, soaping up her body. Her shower doors were clear glass and I could see everything, and it was just as perfect as I imagined it would be.

My cock was harder than it has ever been before, I couldn't resist the urge, and I quickly dropped my pants and began stroking myself as I watched her. My biggest worry was that I would suddenly shoot my load and get caught, but still I didn't care. My mother was now washing off all the soap from her body and was just standing there letting the water run down her face. Suddenly, in an instant my mothers face changed. She threw the door open ran across the bathroom, reached over the door and slapped me as hard as she could across the face. I fell down immediately; it took me a moment to realize what had just happened. It turned out that from the angle of the bathroom mirror my mother could see me just as clearly as I saw her.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She yelled. "I'm sorry," I said as I tried to stand up while trying to cover my cock at the same time.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!"

I got the hell out of there, but it wasn't easy running and trying to get my pants up at the same time.

I got my pants on when I left the room and ran back downstairs. I sat there in the dining room scared as hell about what was going to happen. I thought about getting out of the house, but where would I go. And even if I did leave, eventually I'd have to come back to face the music anyway so I might as well get over it now.

It took forty-five minutes, and it was the longest forty-five minutes of my life, before my mother finally came downstairs. She walked into the dining room and sat down at the table besides me wearing a white silk bathrobe. The bathrobe ended at the knees and it was thin enough that when it pressed against her breasts you could see her nipples pointing. I couldn't help thinking why she was wearing this robe after what had just happened.

"So I guess that explains it," she began to say in a surprisingly calm manner. "That explains why your grades have been suffering lately."

"I'm sorry about what happened, I --"

"Shut up," she interrupted me. "I guess I shouldn't blame you too much really with the setting you've been in. It's not like you get to meet a lot of other girls like some boys your age in regular high school. Me being your main female contact, it was bound to happen. And I guess me walking around in my underwear didn't help either."

I was surprised at how calm she was and how correct she was about everything. I started to relax a little, thinking I was in the clear. "But that still doesn't excuse you spying on me." Maybe not too much in the clear.

"I'm sorry—"I began to say before she interrupted me again.

"Its alright, you're forgiven. But now we have to see what we can do about fixing your grades."

"I don't understand."

"Since the beginning of this semester you're grades have been slowly slipping away and now that I see why, we can now come to an understanding of how we can solve this problem with a little incentive program."

"I still don't understand."

"Well son, you're not the only one here who has urges."

I was totally confused at this point; first I thought she was going to yell at me and maybe smack me around a few times in the face, and it would've been well deserving, but now she's speaking in a way that's entirely uncharacteristic of her.

"Can you please explain? I'm really confused right now."

"What I mean is your midterm exams are coming up in a couple of weeks and it's a perfect time for you to pull up your grades," she said this as she put her hand on my knee and slowly moved it up my thigh. "If you pass all of your midterms with flying colors, I will reward you in a very amorous way."

She had a very wicked smile on her face as she said this, and with her hand moving up my leg I was afraid she would notice the raging hard on I was having.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Like I said, you're not the only one with urges around here. Even I have to find a way to relieve them once in a while. But I will only relieve both of our urges for a price, and that price is your grades."

My mouth and eyes were wide open at this point; I had absolutely nothing to say. Actually there was plenty for me to say, but I just couldn't get the words out of my mouth because I was so surprised.

"Now, I have to go upstairs and get some clothes on," she said as she stood up. "Why don't you go over where we left off in your calculus until I come back? And when I come back I expect you to do these problems much better."

She turned around and walked out of the room. It took me a moment to get myself together again before grabbed my pencil and textbooks and began studying, and studying I did. By the time she came back, my calculus was much better.

For the next two weeks I barely left my room. I studied every one of my subjects over and over again, going over every lesson, every piece of homework, every little note no matter how small it may have seemed. I did all of this while trying not to think about my mother's proposal which was hard to do because she didn't change her dressing habits. And occasionally she would remind me of the proposal which only distracted me even more.

On the morning of my midterm exams I went over everything I knew three times after breakfast, I wanted to make sure I didn't miss a thing. Around 10am I was at the dinner table getting ready to take the exams when my mother walked in.

"Honey, are you ready?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," but all I could do was stare the small amount of cleavage she was showing from her blouse.

She saw this and snapped her fingers to get my attention. "I don't think you're entirely ready," she said. "I think you're too wrapped up in the proposal that I offered to concentrate."

"Maybe a little distracted, but I'm alright."

"A little distracted is still too much of a distraction. When was the last time you jerked masturbated?"

"Um—"I tried to think. I'm pretty sure I hadn't since the time she caught me two weeks ago.

"Ok, I need you to go upstairs and jerk yourself off."

"What?" I asked.

"You're too distracted. You need to do this to make sure you can only concentrate on these exams and nothing else. Trust me; it's for your own good."

"I'm not sure—"

"If can't concentrate on the exams you'll have trouble passing them all and if that happens I can't fulfill my proposal."

"I'll be right back," I said as I ran out of my chair and up the stairs to the bathroom. I dropped my pants, sat on the toilet and started thinking about every sexual position of every naked woman that I've ever seen online. But what really got me going was thinking about my mother in the shower. After about 15 minutes I ejaculated, and my mother was right my head was now clear. I cleaned myself off with toilet paper and flushed the papers down the toilet. After I washed my hands I went back downstairs where I sat down to take my midterm exams. My mother offered to let me study for another half hour but I felt I didn't need it.

The first few exams took me a couple of hours to finish. After that I was given a 45 minute lunch break, during which time did study while I ate, I went back to take the last few parts of my midterms. When I was done I went upstairs to my room to relax and watch TV while my mother graded my exams. It wouldn't take her that long; I was her only student so it wasn't like she had to spend the whole weekend grading. I tried to just concentrate on the movie that I was watching but my mind slipped back into thinking of my mother's proposal. I kept wondering how she was going to reward me in an "amorous way" like she said she would. I found myself thinking about her again, thinking about her in the shower and then thinking about having sex with her in the shower. I couldn't help myself; I went to the bathroom, dropped my pants and jerked myself off to completion again before I went back to my room.

At around 6pm mother called me downstairs and I came running. We sat next to each other with my exams in her hand.

"I have to say you've done very well in your exams," she said.

"Thank you," I said with a big smile.

"You've got a 97 in calculus, good job. 98 in English, 96 in history..." she went on and on to tell me of all my grades, each one in the high 90's, and each time she said it I just kept getting happier and happier. "But, unfortunately you got an 89 in your chemistry exam."

"What? No, I can't—"

"I'm sorry honey," she said.

I was so pissed off, I studied so much, and I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I slunk back into the couch completely disappointed in myself.

"I can't believe this." I turned to my mother, "I guess this means no incentive rewards huh? I guess you're off the hook, you don't have to do anything if you were really intending to."

"Its Ok honey, I'm letting that 89 go."

"What?" I asked as my excitement returned to me and I sat right back up.

"I always knew you'd be having trouble with chemistry, it was never your strongest subject. So I made a deal with myself, if you get at least 85 I'd let it go as an A. Not for your official grade, it's still an 89, but I mean for this incentive I promised."

"Does that mean you are going to give me what you promised?"

"Yes," she said with a big smile.

I jumped up in excitement, cheering and thanking God for everything. My mother stood up and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Easy there," she said laughing. I was acting a little ridiculous. "Now, this is what I want you to do. At around 10 tonight I'll be coming into your bedroom, I need you in your bed under the covers, with no clothes on."

"Yes ma'am," I said and then ran upstairs.

I spent the next few hours getting ready. I showered, I shaved, I jerked off at one more time thinking it would make me last longer, which it usually does. I did as my mother told me to do, right before 10 I got naked and jumped into bed under my covers. I had the lamp lit low to set the mood, but not too low I wanted to see everything clearly. I set my computer to play some soft R&B music, I know its a little cliché but I couldn't resist. At exactly 10pm I heard a nock on the door.

"Luke," my mother called. "Can I come in now?"

"Yes, you can come in."

She slowly opened the door and walked into the room. She noticed the lighting and music and commented how she liked it. She was wearing her silk bathrobe again, it was slightly open from the top that revealed a decent amount of cleavage, and again I could see her nipples pointing through it. She wasn't completely naked underneath; I could see that she was wearing black panties through the robe. She slowly walked up to me and stood by the bed, giving me that wicked smile again. She was wearing her best perfume; it was exotic smell which only aroused me even more.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"More than ever," I replied.

She undid the belt on her robe, the slowly in a very burlesque way, dropped her robe to the ground. She looked so much more beautiful up close than when I saw naked two weeks ago. Her body was so perfectly shaped; it was like looking at a piece of art. She grabbed my blanket and pulled it aside to reveal my own naked body, I was already stroking myself at that point.

"Very nice," she said.

She sat on the bed by my hips, removed my hand from around my cock and replaced it with hers. She began stroking slowly at first, and then little by little she increased its speed. Her hands were so soft and held a good firm grip around the shaft. I just laid back looking watching her stroking me and every now and then looking back at her lovely body.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Would you like me to go faster?

"Yes please."

And she went faster and it was wonderful, I never felt such pleasure before.

"Are you ready for some more?"

"Oh yes, please give me more."

She slowly lowered herself downwards until her head was directly above my cock. Her lips slightly touching the edge of my foreskin, I could feel her warm breath against the shaft as she began to slow down her strokes. She kissed the foreskin a little then flicking it with her tongue. My heart was pounding through my chest; I was mostly afraid of blowing my load early into her face, but I was just as concerned about dying of a heart attack right there. She stopped teasing me as she opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head until my cock completely disappeared into her mouth. She held it in there for several seconds before lifting her head back up off my cock and looked right at me.

"Yummy," she said.

She put my cock back into her mouth and this time she didn't tease me, she just went straight to sucking my cock like a pro. Her head was rapidly bobbing up and down on my cock, her lips were tightly sealed around the shaft, her tongue not only lubricated the shaft but she seemed to be using it to massage the shaft as well. She moaned and moaned in a heavenly tone which only served to make the sensation even more enjoyable. As she did this her hand was massaging my testicles, alternating from touching them softly to squeezing them hard, but not too hard.

I couldn't resist the urge I put my hand on my mothers head and grabbed her hair as she was sucking me off. She didn't need me to guide her she knew exactly what to do, but it still felt great having it there. I realized that she was close enough that I could touch her breast with my other hand so I slowly reached out for one of them. I first touched the tips of my fingers against her breast to make sure it was OK with her; she didn't seem to mind she was having just as much sucking me off as I was receiving it from her. So I reached out and grabbed her right breast with my hand and it was amazing. For a woman of her age, not only did she have an incredible pair of breasts, but they felt like that of a younger woman as well.