Private Lessons with Mrs. Burdeck

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Tim let out a controlled sigh as he looked out the clear classroom windows. Winter flurries had begun outside, shrouding his field of vision to no more than 30 or so feet. The impending snowstorm carried with it an almost excited cozy feeling. Tim usually liked this sense of warmth. He would feel at ease if the stabbing worry at the forefront of his mind could be resolved.

With a nervous glance he had conducted too many times in the past hour, the clock confirmed the time to be 2:45. 15 minutes before dismissal. Recently, the winter nor'easters had brought brutal road conditions, and just last week, 3 buses, 2 crammed with kids, swerved off the road. In response, with near unanimous decision from the PTA board, mandatory individual transportation was enacted. In other words, parents could pick up their kid - and only their kid - or, students who could, drove home.

The latter option rang frustratingly in Tim's head, as even though he turned 18 several months ago and has been able to drive for a while, his car was trapped in his driveway. The forecasts only had foreseen a blizzard in the past hour or so, therefore, Tim thought it a great idea to carpool with his friends to school this morning. He could not ride back with them due to the strict school-mandated laws. As for his only other option, his parents, not heeding to the countless e-mails from the PTA, had gone to Florida a couple days ago.

Tim was trapped.

As the wind started a foreboding howl, Tim's eyes traced the lines of desks fit into the cramped room. English was his last class of the day, and he was glad of it. The 30 or so students occupied the classroom barely and noisily, at least, on a normal day. The present PTA guidelines enabled parents to keep their kids at home if they pleased, to do online work instead. Tim could not afford this luxury. He needed to be present in school to finish an art project and even if he didn't, his parents would never sign off on an opportunity to send Tim away, he thought indignantly.

As it stood, there were 7 kids waiting for the bell to ring, along with Tim. 7 kids and Mrs. Burdeck of course.

Mrs. Burdeck was the object of lust to all the boys at Appleton High, with her wide hips, full lips and piercing green eyes. It was with resent (and a little envy) the other female teachers often looked at her when she wore short sun skirts in May, or bright, attention-grabbing yoga pants in the cooler months. This morning, the stout Mrs. Quick nearly had a heart attack from shock at the show of cleavage displayed by Mrs. Burdeck.

"The lack of professionalism is astounding!" She thought, fuming. The black, form-fitting shirt, immodest by other standards, was second only to murder in the minds of many staff.

Standing at 6 foot, any amount of skin shown by the bold instructor was in contrast, a victory to any hormonal boy teenager. Echoing throughout Tim's mind often at night, were guilty thoughts pertaining to the brunette's figure. These thoughts were dimly present in him at the moment, as Mrs. Burdeck leaned over to speak quietly to Tim's classmate. As she spoke to the girl, the teacher seemingly unconsciously displayed a plump rear and full, luscious thighs. Tim shook his head at the intruding notions and focused at the task on hand.

Eyes darting to the clock, Tim realized with a start that dismissal began in 5 minutes. What could he do! He couldn't ask one of his friends for a ride. The severe punishment for disobeying the individual transportation rules threw the idea out of the picture. What then! If only his block-headed parents were in town, much less in state! It was always this way with them, Tim's needs later, their nee-

A tap on his shoulder shook Tim out of his inward rant. Looking upward at the source, those guilty thoughts earlier dealt with seemed to fight with all their strength to be the center of Tim's focus. Two objects however, won the battle for his attention.

An understanding of Mrs. Quick's dramatics ushered into Tim's mind. The crevice between Mrs. Burdeck's milky white breasts clutched his eyes for several moments, before the embarrassed adolescent quickly regained composure. Two encapsulating emeralds instead reeled in Tim's mind, the teacher's form leaning in to talk with him.

A warm smile opened to say "Do you have a ride Tim?"

The semi-enchanted look quickly was wiped from Tim's face in place of a sputtering and conflicted one. He couldn't tell Mrs. Burdeck that he DIDN'T have a ride... What would she say!

"Uh kinda... well i mea- Yeah... no, yeah i got one."

"Okay, sounds good," her deep voice resonated. Although cheating was commonplace among other subjects, no student ever plagiarized on one of Mrs. Burdeck's papers. Her confidant tone and impenetrable green gaze it seemed made a natural lie detector, and Tim suspected that she was somehow aware of his true situation. As she walked away, Tim's head couldn't help but nudge to accommodate a prolonged glance at her shifting hips.

Slowly, the company of Tim and Mrs. Burdeck began to dwindle. The storm had grown from a small flurry of snow to a full out blizzard and soon, Tim found himself in a room alone with the instructor.

The air actually seemed warm as Mrs. Burdeck came over to Tim to sit down. Tim, seeing this move, hastily planned a holey excuse in his head for his current predicament.

"Umm Mrs Bur- I mean... apparently my mom's car like, broke down or something a little bit ago and she hasn't responded since, Mrs. Burde-" His story was cut off as Mrs. Burdeck pulled up a chair and sat across from Tim so they were face to face.

"Honey..." she began, "Are you telling the truth?"

Tim's distracted gaze was wrenched from the valley of her smooth cleavage to knowing luscious lips. "Yes," he gave quickly.

"Okay, I believe you. Would you like to discuss the last read chapter of our book while we wait?"

"Uh- sure." The class was nearing the end of A Tale of Two Cities. Tim however, never payed much attention while Mrs. Burdeck's drawling tone delivered the words of each section. Her thick rump had always been a more enticing point to focus on, even if he did so unconsciously.

"So," her eyes locked his in place "What do you think are some motivating factors to Carton's change in character."

"Erm" he replied, climbing out of the depths of green he moments ago dived into. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Couldn't she see that he was obviously stressed out right now?

"Tim darling, have you payed attention at all to our character charts?"

Frustration found it's roots at an unknown source, and a taut, tight-rope Tim didn't even realize he was balancing on suddenly snapped. "So what if I don't have time to analyze every part of stupid Charlie Darnay and Jarvis Larry. So what if I can't focus on Lucy Manard's Prison cell when I'm at home! So what if i can't read any of Charles Dickwad's crappy book that doesn't even make sense when my parents are fu-"

"Tim!" A commanding tone stopped Tim in his tracks, and shame brought on by the fact that he almost swore to his teacher washed over him. Eyes downcast, Tim heard Mrs. Burdeck's chair scooch nearer to him and felt her knees connect with his own. A soft hand landed on his forearm and he peeked upwards. Uplifted eyebrows framed by curly brown hair marked her concern. "Are you okay?" Her deep voice requested an answer.

"Sorry, yes I am." But eyes automatically made moist after his earlier explosion gave him away. Mrs. Burdeck's knee began to rub slowly against his. He quickly pulled away.

"Tim, I think that you're very stressed right now and need some relief. I'm going to try a massage technique that my nanny used to perform on me. I need you to sit down on the floor crisscross and I'll join you in a second. Would you like to try that Tim?"

Her motherly tone seemed to wash away his concerns. But they emerged again a moment later. What would his friends think of this? He wasn't going to do some weird massage technique with his English teacher. Although, his outburst a minute ago definitely at least warranted harsher words than what she gave him. Mrs. Burdeck was always so nice and sweet to her kids... Tim decided he'd humor her for a little, and if things got too bizarre than he would make an excuse and leave. Besides, maybe a massage WOULD relive some stress. "Okay sure" he replied. She responded with a grin and got up and towards the thermostat.

"It's chilly in here, don't you think?" Mrs. Burdeck brought a damp towel to the thermostat. Tim had to jolt himself from the pleasant view of her tight form-fitting yoga pants to answer, "Yea- um yes!" He slowly arranged himself in a crisscross position.

The instructor slipped off what looked to be warm and fuzzy slippers, showcasing bare, pale feet. "You don't mind, do you?" Tim shook his head no and wondered what he was getting himself into. "It's not like I can get up and go home," the depressing thought echoed inwardly.

"Now, this method of massage therapy might get a little close and personal, but don't let that stress you out even more..." Mrs. Burdeck finally sat down behind Tim's back, scooching herself closer to him until he could feel her feet touching his outer leg. Soft, and knowledgeable fingers found their place on his trap muscles and began to squeeze, wringing a sigh from Tim's lungs. "Just focus on how good it feels." The voice's volume decreased with her closer proximity, and the way she dragged out the word "good" sent a shiver down the student's back.

Tim had to admit, this felt pretty amazing. Her kneading fingers knew exactly the points to tighten up, and rubbed the top of his neck to his lower shoulders. The air began to warm up as a comforting low pitch traveled to Tim's ears. "What's on your mind?"

In a state of relaxation, he let the words flow freely. "My parents never seem to care about me or my well-being. It's like, just because they know I would never do drugs or... flunk out of school or any crap like that, they think they can just ignore me all the time. I'm okay with being on my own a lot, but... I don't know- they don't seem to acknowledge that they have a child" Absorbed in his words and surprised at the ease of which they left him, Tim didn't consciously register his teacher's hot hands moving down from his shoulders to his arms and wrists.

"In your position, I wouldn't seek out their attention if it seems impossible to receive. I would just recognize that your parents love you, even if they don't flaunt it, and do things with an independent mind. If you're going to ace a test, don't do it because you hope that they'll say a couple more words to you that day. Do it for yourself. Imagine your best possible image and realize it. For yourself and not anybody else."

A cozy buzz filled Tim at her words. The kind of buzz that he seldom felt nowadays. So fixated on this feeling was he, that the gentle adjustment of her fingers to his lower back went unnoticed. "Thanks Mrs. Burdeck," he honestly gave his gratitude.

Tim sat on this gentle easy feeling for a while, and then his cheeks turned red as he felt Mrs. Burdeck's full breasts press cushion his back. She again initiated a scooch that closed any distance between them, and her thighs now pressed firmly against the outside of his. Tim sputtered out a complaint and was cut off.

"Shhhhhhhhhh, tell me how this feels." Her hot breath made the hairs on his neck stand, and the smooth hands traveled to his knees.

Gently pinching the tops of Tim's thighs through denim, he squeaked out, "Pretty nice I guess." He was telling the truth. The long fingers right below his knees seemed well versed in ways of pleasure.

"Good Boy." The message traveled with a moist air from a mouth brought almost to contact with Tim's ear. The message sent a pulse down Tim's back and straight to his pants. He felt his faded jeans begin to strain against his now growing member, and was absolutely ashamed. He had to leave now. This little back rub (which was quickly focusing on his legs instead) was a little too weird for his tastes. All he had to do was-

"Tim, can you be a nice boy and take off those pants for me? I can't penetrate deep into any knots with that rough denim blocking me."

Nope. This was too far. No way was- (Wow her hands felt good kneading his mid thigh like that. The stress was simply pouring out of him) -Tim going to take off his PANTS, FOR A TEACHER! And not just any teacher, his cock painfully reminded him, Mrs. Burdeck! Mrs. Burdeck! Who was always so pleasant. Mrs. Burdeck. Who had always given Tim extensions for missing assignments. Mrs. Burdeck. Who had, in all honesty, given him great advice a few moments prior... Okay. A couple more minutes. He would oblige with the pants request and then if things got taken farther he would simply say his ride was here and go hide in a closet or something. Tim sheepishly realized that he might've been employing mental gymnastics in order to maintain the feel of the two warm pillows smushed on his back.

After he had peeled the jeans from his legs, Tim settled back into position between her legs and pressed against her bosom.

"There we go." Hairs again stood up on his neck, and he became mortified as he realized the conspicuous nature of his hard-on against thin underwear-fabric. Relaxation quickly washed over the feeling though, as the teacher's fingers only felt better when they met directly with the skin on his leg. (Too relaxed was he to speak up on any complaints about the gradually descending location of her hands, which was now centered on the inside of his lower thigh.) Tim never tried any type of massage in his life. He knew though, that they could be beneficial to one if performed correctly. Tim was positive that this met any quotas in the massage world, only due to the fact that it felt so good. God it was amazing. Their slow, steady breathing soon fell into the same pattern, and Tim drifted into a trance-like state.

"I assume your mother was generally absent through your childhood, yes?" His back received vibrations from her deep voice as his ears accepted the close-up purr.

"Mhhm yeah..." Tim was totally slack. He was dimly disappointed to feel one of her hands lift up from his thigh and her breasts removed from his back.

"Never took care of you...? Never tended to your pleasures...? Never... Pampered you...?" She cooed.

Although still tranquil, Tim felt a twitch upwards in his eyebrow (and his cock) at her tone and words. "uhh... no I guess not... why?" Also distracting were noises of an indiscernible source. Only one hand was continuing attentions as he heard... clothes being removed...?

"Oh... I was just going to say... in all your years..." Many things happened in quick succession. The hand that was stroking Tim's upper leg made the quick and short journey to his underwear. It slipped inside, and swiftly wrapped around his cock. Mrs. Burdeck's thick legs swung over Tim's and tensed, so that he was trapped where he was. Bare boobs smashed into his back, two nipples to be felt with the hot, milky flesh. "You've never really had a mommy?"

Tim awoke from his dreamy state and quickly lurched forward. He was not going to let this happen! This road led to a weird and dangerous path for both of them, and Tim was not going to be a part of it! Imagine if his friends saw him righ- Holy shit that feels so good ... Mrs. Burdeck's slender fingers worked magic around his prick. Okay! It doesn't matter! Under no circumstances was he to let this occur!

"Please.. oh god... s- stop Mrs. Burdeck." The arm that wasn't pumping (and feeling fucking amazing) initiated a loose choke hold around Tim's neck. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was certainly constricting.

"Not until you call me by my real name Tim."

What! Does she mean her first name? If only Tim could remember an- A warm thumb stroked over a sensitive gland on the front of Tim's cock, jumbling his thoughts.

"What - ahhhh - do you mean?"

"Call me mommy."

"No way." Tim once again tried to break free of the ridiculously tight hold he was in. Mrs. Burdeck's thick leg muscles were just too strong.

"Have it your way." She tightened up her legs and arm over Tim's neck. The soft fingers stroking Tim's sex increased their speed dramatically, and Tim responded with gasps for air.

"Guhh... Fine..." Tim had obviously been masturbating regularly for some time now, being a teenage boy. But this type of pleasure was unlike anything he had ever felt. If she kept up her attentions... Tim thought desperately where he could find another pair of underwear. "Mommy please... ple- holy shit... please let me go."

"But this feels good right?" A twist at the tip made Tim's body curl up.

"Well.. er- yeah, but I want to... Mrs. Burdeck I need to leave now!

"Why?" Tim's hips involuntarily bucked into the squeezing, shifting sheath.

That's stupid! Obviously he couldn't be here right now! Because... Because... Why did he have to leave? The thought of letting her take control, of giving up his body to Mrs. Burdeck... to mommy... never occurred to him. Why did he need to leave when it was SO much easier to sinkkkk...

"You don't want to leave do you? You're going to stay here and let mommy fuck you into the ground... won't you?" Pre-cum drizzled out of Tim's dick at the growl-like, possessive tone, which voiced the latter part of Mrs. Burdeck's statement. That sounded so nice... Wait. This was Tim's teacher! He had to leave the room right now! No wa- The new-found lube allowed swift digits to enact a twisting technique that quickly scattered the obtrusive thoughts.

"That's a good boy. Give in. Let mommy take over for tonight." Why didn't he? It was SO easy to just lay back into the two warm pillows and let mommy's hand guide Tim to an orgasm. And holy shit did it feel good. If this was what one on one time with the instructor meant, Tim would certainly need extra help in the days to come... Briefly, Tim recalled confusion over dazed, sleepy looks that kids would sometimes have when exiting the plump teacher's room after an optional additional-help session during lunch. This new comprehension was cut short when The fingers around his cock slowed up and hot, wet breath wafted into his ear.

"Tim, would you like to come in mommy's tits?"

If ever an idea sounded so heavenly, Tim could not recall it. Mrs. Burd- mommy, slowly rose to her feet and Tim followed suit.

Consciousness slowly came back to Tim, and with a start, he realized he could run right now. She wasn't holding him down like before. He could dart away, hide, and leave this whole mess. He quickly turned towards the door.

"Tim baby..." The husky, seductive siren's call came from behind him. "Come to mommy..."

Looking at the wooden door, decorated in ornaments relating to the upcoming holidays, Tim remembered that this was his favorite teacher in the whole school. Mrs. Burdeck was the sweetest lady he knew, and she was probably lost and going through a tough time. If she was preying on her students, she deserved no empathy. Still, Tim couldn't help but feel a twisted pity that he couldn't explain. He was certainly not going to be her latest victim, but... It wouldn't hurt to say goodbye. He hesitantly swiveled around to look her in the eye.

Tim would like to say that he maintained eye-contact for a solid second, but that would be a lie.

Creamy, squishy, orbs captured his gaze almost instantaneously. They jiggled with a purposeful shake from momm- Mrs. Burdeck. "Like what you see?" The question was dripping with arousal, and Tim registered that his prick was still throbbing.