Inspired by a foreign short story, author’s own adaptations.
Lunge
I knew I didn’t have much time, so I had to finish it quickly. We were about to leave. I needed to get it out of my head so I wouldn’t have to worry about it all night.
I was standing next to the bed, furiously lubricating my penis with one hand while I propped myself up on the headboard with the other. My mom and I were getting ready for dinner with my dad, and from the dress my mom was wearing and the cleavage she was showing, I figured if I didn’t take care of it now, it would hurt later. I had to release the pressure.
But it just wasn’t working. My cock was hard, throbbing, but I just couldn’t get it up. Maybe it was because I was in a hurry, or I almost expected my mom to interrupt me by yelling that we had to go. I kept jerking off, but still nothing.
Then the door opened.
“Are you having fun?” she asked. I jumped up in surprise. Mom was standing in the doorway. She looked amazing in that black dress, the thin fabric flattering her body and making her look comfortable and casual. The thin straps exposed her arms and most of her upper chest, showing a good amount of cleavage without being indecent. The dress ended just above her knees and she was wearing black high heels, so her legs looked great. Her hands were on her hips and she didn’t look happy.
I realized again how intimidating she could be. Mom was never strict, but if she had been, she would have scared the hell out of me. I would have been afraid of her. I could only imagine what Mom’s life would have been like if she had taken a different direction, if she had used her talents for evil. I can picture her as a domineering principal, a cruel boss, or a twisted dictator.
Her body was so seductive and fit, with curves in all the right places, that it made her a formidable force. She used her sex appeal as a weapon, and it was the most dangerous thing she could use on a man.
Mom was too big a mouthful for any man. No man could handle her. Mom could probably beat a football team in the bedroom and be the only one left standing. I thought again that maybe Mom was right.
I couldn’t handle it.
“You said you needed a few minutes… and this is what I found?” she asked. She looked at my cock, which was sticking out, and at my hand, which was wrapping around it. On the other hand, she didn’t seem unimpressed by my size.
“Mom, I… I… I… I…” I stammered. She looked at me for a moment, as I stiffened under her gaze. She looked down at my slippery, lubed penis, then back into my eyes.
“You can’t get it, can you?” she asked. I shook my head, red-faced. She slowly walked into my room, confident that she had everything under control. “I read an article a while ago. It said that… when a man confesses to a sexual obsession with someone who has natural power over him, like a boss… or a teacher… or even a mother, and when this authoritative woman rejects his desire and tells him it’s wrong, these men naturally convince themselves that this desire is wrong. But… they just can’t stop thinking about the women they desire. This leads to the problem where these men have a desire built up inside them, but there’s a mental block that prevents them from expressing that desire. Simply put, these women with power quite frankly own these men, from their brains to their balls,” Mom explained, slowly walking around me.
“And so these men were told it was wrong, and they started to believe it. They can’t come because they’re not allowed to,” she continued, standing behind me. “And that’s where you’re at now. I told you it was wrong, that it was just wrong, just disgusting, and you’re starting to believe it,” she said, moving closer behind me and lowering her voice. “So you can try whatever you want, you can jerk it off as much as you want, but it’s not going to work anymore.”
I stiffened as I felt her breasts press against my back. “The only thing that can help you right now is… me,” she whispered in my ear, and at that moment I felt her fingers wrap around my cock. As she continued to speak, her fingers gripped me tightly. “All you need is one… motherly… caress.”
With those words, her hand slowly, agonizingly stroked my penis in one long, firm, perfect motion. And it was perfect. Like a musician mastering his instrument, my mother’s hand drew the cum from my balls. As her firm, feminine hand traveled over my penis, the cum followed it, traveling through my urethra, my penis swelling with desire… and need. And finally, as her fingers reached the tip and tickled the spot just below the head of my penis, she released her fingers. And it was as if she had removed a blockage.
“Fuck!” I growled as streams of cum began to squirt from my cock, one after another. It sprayed everywhere, onto the carpet, the trash can, and even my sheets. As I was experiencing this powerful orgasm, Mom grabbed my cock again and started to jerk it off, each movement rewarding her with streams of cum spraying out of me. She jerked me hard and fast, causing a lot of cum to squirt out of me. Finally, all the tension left my body and I began to relax. Mom led me to the bed and I sat up and caught my breath. I looked at Mom examining her hand. She had some cum on her fingers and was examining it before looking at me. She looked almost disappointed at how completely she had me.
“You have five minutes,” she said. “Calm down, get changed, and then…” she paused, looking at the mess I had made. “When you get home, you’ll clean up the mess.”
She carefully walked around the cum-soaked carpet and left. And when I looked up, I swear I saw her put her cum-stained fingers to her mouth. I watched her full lips part as…
I woke up.
Another dream about her. Now the dreams seemed too real. And this was almost worse than the dreams where Mom was a horny, scantily clad slut begging me for cock. Mom in my dreams had changed. At first she had been like my normal mother. She was a sexy version of her, but she was still her. But now in my dreams she had changed into something else. Someone cruel. Intimidating. Heartless and indifferent to my situation. In my dreams she seemed ten feet tall, looking down on me as if I were a mere subject, not her son. She commanded me, she controlled me. She had become a movie villain. An evil witch. A perverted temptress. A terrifying force of nature that could not be stopped.
I always saw my mother as a warm, friendly, flirtatious woman, and I liked that about her. And she was mostly that. When she had to be a normal mother, she did it. But I exposed her dark side. She showed me her true self, she revealed her true face. She showed me that she was capable of crossing the line to sadism. Behind her sexy, hot motherly facade, she hid the ability to scare me with her art of teasing me, destroying me with a hint of cleavage and a teasing smile.
I didn’t know what to do anymore. I was afraid to take any step for fear of her inappropriate reaction. I had to be sure of what I was doing. My aim had to be precise to have any effect. Mom was confident in her abilities, unwavering in her defense, her will was iron. She was invincible. Insurmountable. There was nothing I could do. I had no idea how to make her even flinch.
She was Goliath and I was David. I had no chance with her. But I wanted to win. I had to prove her wrong and I was right—that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I had to become better than her. Superior. And most importantly, I had to actually be better. At that moment, all I had was self-confidence, and that wouldn’t be enough to beat her. I had to make her admit that I was better.
And the worst part was that, just like in my dream, I was running out of time. The end of the school year was approaching, my graduation and my departure to college in another city were approaching.
Mom’s behavior was still erratic. I couldn’t tell anymore. Most of the time she was cool and normal. But when the opportunity arose, she didn’t hesitate to tease me, either with her sexy body or with teasing innuendo, and just tease me a little. And when she did, just when I thought the game was over, she pulled me back into the game and forced me to face the fact that I could never have her. This game had long since stopped being cool. I think Mom wanted me to get mad at her. To snap at her and tell her. And God, I really wanted to. But I knew that if I did, she would know she had me wrapped around her finger. She would know she owned me. So I had to stay calm and disciplined, not let her know it was affecting me. Not give her what she wanted. I had to find a way to get what I wanted.
And then… the plan literally came to my doorstep.
*
It was the last day before the final exams. I was home alone, studying. It was around six o’clock. Dad was on a business trip and wasn’t supposed to return until after the exams. Mom had some errands to run and called to say she would be late. When I answered the call, as soon as I hung up, the doorbell rang.
I walked to the door, a little tired from the pressure of exams, and opened the door to see a familiar face.
“Hello, how are you?” I asked. Mrs. Karla was standing by the door, looking absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a brown blouse with a few buttons undone, a dark gray skirt that hugged her legs tightly and ended a few inches above her knees. She also had fishnet stockings that hugged her legs, and black high heels. Her hair was done and she looked very good.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“Is your mom here?”
“She just called. She said she was going to be really late. Were you supposed to meet?” I asked.
“Yeah, she didn’t mention that?” she asked.
“No, not really. Maybe she forgot,” I said.
“Well, we made an appointment a few weeks ago. I should call her,” she said. “Can I come in?”
“Yes, of course,” I said, stepping aside to let her in. As I closed the door, she looked back and glanced at me.
My mind was racing. My mom had changed my calm, relaxed nature into that of a tough war general. Now all I could think about was tactics, strategy, a plan of attack. The plan was starting to come together. That was my next move. Right in front of me.
“You look relaxed,” she said with a laugh as she picked up the phone. I lowered my eyes. I was barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
” Well, it’s going to start tomorrow, I can’t take it anymore. I’m done,” I said.
“Well, good luck,” she said with a smile and dialed the number on the phone. I went back to the living room when I heard that she had reached Mom. I listened to her part of the conversation.
“Hi, honey,” Mrs. Karla said. “Yeah, I’m at your place… yeah, I got it… no, that’s fine, that’s fine. When are you coming back… hmm… well, I don’t know if it makes sense to go home and then come back… well, it’s much easier to go in one car… I could stay here, Tom will keep me company… . Don’t worry, I’ll handle it… Okay, see you… Okay, Tania, bye.”
While she was talking to her mom, I watched her. No other student saw her the way I did. I saw her in a sexy outfit, ready for a night on the town. She had her back to me on the phone, shaking her ass. That shaking was enough to set my plan in motion.
I wanted to fuck Mrs. Karla.
Not just because she was insanely sexy, but also because it served a greater purpose. I couldn’t break through Mom’s defenses. But I could attack her allies. I could fuck her best friend. I could fuck Mrs. Karla so well that she would become more attached to me than to my mom, her best friend. Mom kept telling me that my maneuvers wouldn’t work on any real woman, only teenage sluts. But if I impaled Mrs. Karla on my dick, I would prove how vast my powers of seduction and sex were.
Mrs. Karla was a real woman, and screwing her would show Mom what I was capable of. I could fuck Mom’s friend and show her what kind of damage I could do. Make her pay a little for what she put me through. I could ruin Mom’s friendship, piss her off, and get what was without a doubt the best pussy I’d ever had.
How could I resist?
“Well, Tom,” Mrs. Karla called out, turning her attention to me, “it looks like I’ll be staying here a little longer until your mom gets back.” I stood up as she joined me in the living room, her heels clicking on the floor.
Mrs. Karla was no longer just my mother’s friend. She was in my sights, and it was time to treat her like all the other women I wanted to get into bed with.
It was time to turn on the charm.
“Great,” I replied, welcoming her into the living room and inviting her to sit down. She walked towards the sofa.
” So, did you survive your last year of high school?” she asked with a smile.
“I’m fine. How did you survive another year full of students awkwardly flirting with you,” I replied. Mrs. Karla laughed out loud at that.
“Yeah, Tom. And they almost got me this time,” she said sarcastically.
“ Maybe next year,” I replied, sitting down on the couch. As she sat down on the couch, she replied,
“Yeah, maybe… maybe next year someone will finally win that bet,” she said coquettishly.
“Oh, so you know about that?” I asked with a smile.
“You mean the bet on who will be the first student to get me? Yes, I’ve heard of that,” she said. “What’s in the bank, anyway? Money?”
“You know, I really don’t know. Respect, I guess. Legendary status at school. But in your case, I’m sure the journey will be much better than the destination,” I said. She tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, and smiled.
” Slow down, Tom. You’ll get in trouble in college for talking like that,” she smiled. “By the way, I heard the good news! You’re going to my alma mater!”
“Yeah… I can’t wait,” I said with a smile.
“Maybe I’ll see you there, I’ll show up there from time to time.”
“That sounds like a good plan, Mrs. Karla,” I said.
“ Tom, you can call me Karlo, without the lady, I’ll come across as an old woman,” she said for the thousandth time.
“Mrs. Karlo, I don’t know if I’ll ever feel comfortable calling you Karlo,” I told her.
“Well, maybe when you’re away from school for a while, you’ll get used to it,” she said. She stopped, looked at me, and shook her head. “Look at you. I knew you when you were this little!” she said, raising her hand about two feet above the ground. “You’re going to university now. But like I said, you should be careful. A guy like you could get into trouble.”
“ I hope so,” I replied. “I love trouble.”
“Who doesn’t?” Mrs. Karla replied promptly.
“Well, Mrs. Karla, you shouldn’t. You’re a teacher. A responsible member of society. You can’t get into trouble. Going on night outs with my mom,” I said.
“Look, don’t worry. I behave well in public. The only trouble I get into is behind closed doors,” Karla said coquettishly.
“ Oooh, so tell me more about the trouble you’re getting into?” I asked, leaning in to her. She laughed.
“I guess not. That discussion is for adults only,” she said.
“Look, I’m an adult now,” I began. “Ask Mom. She knows about it,” I joked.
“Yeah, I will,” Mrs. Karla replied with a laugh. “And besides, I’m getting into a lot less trouble now. I have a boyfriend now.”
“ Yeah, I’ve heard of that. Some successful doctor or something?”
“Yeah, he’s a surgeon. He works a lot, so I have time off and can enjoy myself with the girls,” she replied.
“Well, maybe he should work less. Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll get into if you go into town without him?” I said.
“I can take care of myself,” she replied curtly.
“ You sure can,” I said. There was a short silence before I spoke again. “What do you do when you go out with your mom?”
“We usually go for a few drinks. Nothing crazy,” she said.
“No flirting with guys?” I asked.
“Haha… not anymore. Before I met Ron, maybe, maybe a little flirting and dancing,” she said.
“Did mom join in?” I asked. She smiled.
“You know your mother better than I do. She’s such a shameless flirt, she does it all the time. I just have to keep up with her,” she said. “But don’t think anything bad. She’s just playing. She’s never crossed any boundaries,” she added hastily, and you could tell she was a little nervous.
“ I know, I trust you,” I began. There was another pause before I spoke again. “So, doctor, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “And he’s great. A friend introduced us, and he’s really nice. It’s not every day you get to meet one of the best surgeons in the country.”
” Wow,” I said. “Is this the guy who’s going to get Mrs. Karla in the lurch?”
“I don’t know. We’ve only been together a few months, so it’s not like we’re headed down the aisle. Plus, he’s a little older than I’m used to…” she said.
“ How old is he?”
“He’s about 45 or something,” she replied.
“Yeah,” I replied. “You’re not into older men?”
“Usually not. I mean, I don’t mind a few years, but I’ve never been with a man that much older than me. But like I said, everything’s going great, so what do I know?” she said.
” So you prefer younger men?” I smoothly switched to poking.
“Wait, wait, wait…” she started to back away with a smile. “I don’t make any distinctions. But no… don’t take it that I date younger men. Don’t tell all your friends. In a few days, the whole school will be saying that I fuck eighteen-year-old boys,” she laughed and when she realized the expressive word she had used, she blushed a little.
“ I would never suggest that. I would never tell my friends that you were fucking eighteen-year-old boys,” I said. She poked me and laughed.
“What about you? Is there a girl you’re interested in?” she quickly changed the subject.
“Uh…” I started, wondering how to go about it. I thought for a moment before deciding, whatever. “Uh, yeah, she is.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me about her. Do I know her?” she asked.
” Well…” I started. “I guess not.” I lied. “Oh yeah, there’s this girl I like. She’s a little, well, a little older. And… she’s just perfect. But… she doesn’t give me anything in return. She makes me jump when she whistles. She’s the type who likes to play with boys.”
Mrs. Karla nodded because she knew the type.
” I’m not sure how this is going to end. Is she just playing with me, or is there going to be some kind of reward at the end? I think she’s the type who wants to be won over. She wants to be, you know, seduced. She wants the guy to deserve it.”
“Is she married or something? Because I know a few like that, and they’ve always been married,” Mrs. Karla said.
“Well…” I began. “No comment.”
“Tom,” she said warningly. “You’re on thin ice, be careful.”
“Believe me, I know, but like I said… I love trouble,” I said.
“Tom, I’ve known you for years, and look at you now. Let me just say, you’re dealing with some very adult stuff here. And you’re only 19. You have your whole life ahead of you. There are much safer waters for you to explore,” she said.
“ That’s the problem. She thinks I’m a boy. And believe me, I’m not,” I said. I think she’s just now realizing that I’ve been on her mind for a while.
“Tom,” she began, “I hate to break it to you, but you’re still just a boy.”
“I’m not!” I said firmly, startling her again. “I’m an adult.”
“Adults don’t have to prove it, Tom,” she replied. “There’s a difference between wanting to be something and actually being it.”
” So you’re saying… let things flow naturally?” I asked.
“Yeah, for now you should stick to girls your own age,” she replied.
There was a long pause.
“ I’ve already held on to every girl my age at school,” I said proudly, sitting down next to her, my hand resting on the couch behind her. She rolled her eyes and moved a little further away from me.
“I’m looking for a challenge.”
“Ugh,” Ms. Karla said. “I didn’t need to hear that. And… besides, judging by the girls in your class, that’s not that impressive an achievement.”
“ I mean, Ms. Karlo. To evaluate your students like that,” I replied.
“Look, I’m still human,” she began. “Just because I’m their teacher doesn’t mean I ignore the facts.”
“Look, you’d be surprised what kind of girls I’ve been with,” I boasted.
“I don’t want to know,” she said, disgusted by the topic of conversation.
“ I think Barca was in your class, right? One of your favorite students… one of the five girls who took your advanced math class? The best student?” I said.
“Yeah, sure,” she said, suddenly interested when I mentioned one of her favorite students. “No offense, but I don’t see her as your type.”
“Well, like I said…” I began, reaching for my phone and scrolling through the photo gallery before turning it so she could see it. “I’m full of surprises.”
“ Yuck. Yuck, yuck, yuck…” she repeated, looking at my phone, then turning away, standing up and stepping back in disgust. On my phone was a photo of Barca’s cute, smiling face, covered in my cum. “I didn’t need to see that! That’s disgusting, Tom.”
“Look, you doubted me,” I replied confidently. “Like I said, I’m full of surprises,” I repeated.
“It’s clear you’re full of something else,” she replied.
“You have no idea,” I replied with a smile.
“I think I should go. You’re clearly crazy,” Karla said, walking over to the table to pick up her purse. As she reached out to take it, I stepped between her and the table. Her outstretched hand jerked, moving dangerously close to my crotch. She stood up and adjusted her blouse. She glared at me.
“ Tom,” she warned me, the humor gone from her voice. “Stop it while I can still think of it as a bad joke.”
“I’m not kidding, Karl,” I began, slowly moving closer. “Trust me, I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re flirting with me. You’re twirling your hair. You’re winking at me. I know you want it. Let’s cut the crap and get to it.”
“Keep dreaming, Tom,” she sneered. “I’ve been dealing with cocky little shits like you for ten years.”
“Do you want to know why those guys always go after you?” I began, slowly approaching her. “It’s not just because you’re hot and have big tits.” She looked at me, shocked that I was allowing myself to do that. “It’s because you obviously want it. They can feel it in you. I think you’re hornier than all of us teenagers at school. I think you’re just like that woman I told you about. You love games. You want to be conquered. You want one of your students to step out of line and take you like a real man.”
Karla listened intently as I spoke, it didn’t even look like she wanted to slap me anymore.
“You’re both acting like that because you know how exciting it would be. Some brash, arrogant young jerk who’ll rip your panties off in a fit of rage. You’re dating a rich, talented surgeon, but there’s that annoying part of you that knows you’d risk everything to get fucked by some high school football player with a huge dick.”
Karla’s eyes were glassy with desire, so I knew I had hit the nail on the head. As she backed away from me, her bottom hit the glass kitchen table, and I stopped a few inches in front of her. I continued my offensive.
“ Just admit it, Karla,” I began.
“Admit it. I can see it in you. You act like a slut to all the students who are into you. You push them away, but at the same time you want to draw them closer. You want it. You can’t stop thinking about it. The idea of a teacher fucking a student drives you crazy. Every week you go to the bar, shaking your sexy ass and those big tits, hoping you’ll bump into one of those high school studs you’ve been craving. You hope they’ll see you acting like a slut on the dance floor. You’re playing at being in a full-blown relationship with some doctor, but deep down you want it hard and fast, right? Right?” I asked, moving closer to her, our bodies only inches apart.
She took a deep breath. Her full lips slowly parted, a single line of saliva connecting them before they parted. She leaned her head closer to my ear and began to whisper.
” You asked me earlier if I prefer younger or older men. I told you I don’t discriminate.” She paused, her lips inches from my ear. I could feel her breath as she whispered in my ear.
“But… I lied. You’re right… I like younger guys. I love it when young guys, my students or… college fraternity boys… I love it when they turn me on. I love it when they ignore girls their own age and prefer a real woman like me. I love it when they have to go home and satisfy themselves with the thought of me.”
My cock hardened at this confession. I continued.
“How often do you indulge yourself with younger men?” I asked.
“Not often enough,” she whispered.
“Never with a student, but I’ve thought about it. They’re too weak. They don’t have the balls to go through with it.”
“But I do…” I began. “You know I do.”
“I know,” she whispered, pulling her head away.
“That’s why I have to leave before I do something I’ll regret,” she added, her voice returning to its normal tone.
She came over to me and walked around me. As she went to get her purse, I spoke.
“Oh, I knew it!” I exclaimed excitedly. “I knew you liked me!”
She looked back at me and smiled.
“Your mom has no idea what a perverted young man she raised,” she said with a smile.
“I think she does,” I replied. I looked at her, waiting for her to confess the truth.
“You’re a handsome young man… okay? You’re sexy! Okay? Are you happy? But you’re a student and my friend’s son, so you’re taboo to me,” she said, taking her purse.
“But that’s even better, isn’t it?” I began. “Doing something forbidden… something so immoral… so dirty… so wrong… breaking the rules, that’s even sexier.” She looked at me lustfully for a second before shaking with shame.
“ Goodbye, Tom,” she said, turning on her heel and heading for the door. I quickly ran in the opposite direction and slipped through the front door just before she reached it. She stopped and smiled nervously.
“Tom, this is impossible,” she began. “Now, please step aside.”
“You don’t want to go anywhere.”
“ Tom…” she began, placing her hand on my shoulder, her fingers lightly stroking my firm muscles.
“Ask me in a few years. We’ll talk then,” she teased me.
“You don’t want to wait,” I began.
“You want it now. Just like me. What you said before was nonsense. You want to be taken… quickly… and completely. You want to go upstairs, right now, and finally see the dormitory.”
“ Tom… please. Step aside,” she asked impatiently. I looked at her, hesitated, and nodded.
I stepped aside so she could open the door. She opened the door just a crack, and I spoke.
“But before you go, there’s something you should look at.”
Instead of just walking out the door, she turned and looked at me. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my toned frame, tanned by the sun from training and toned by daily weight training and exercise. She took a deep breath. Her eyes traced the muscles in my lower abdomen and down to my crotch. Before she could say anything, protest, I loosened the drawstring on my shorts, which had fallen to my ankles.
“What the fuck is this?” she cried, smiling slightly in shock as she stared at my throbbing cock. It was hard as a rock and pointed straight at her. Her eyes devoured every pore of it.
I took a step forward. She leaned against the door, as far away from me as possible. She might have been afraid of him, but that didn’t stop her from staring hungrily at him.
“You’re a high school teacher. I’m just some stupid kid who should wait a few more years. Isn’t that right? You’re supposed to be better than me. Or does looking at what’s between my legs change the situation? Now you know how much of a real man I am, right? I’m more of a man than anyone you’ve ever met. And you’re a disgusting, dirty slut who wants to be destroyed by this young, hard cock. Isn’t that right? Tell me, Karla!” I said confidently, slowly approaching her.
I felt her fingers run over my abs, near my belly button. They moved down toward my penis before moving slightly to the side, toward my wrist. With a firm tug, she pulled me closer until her breasts were pressed against my chest and her face was only inches from mine.
” I’m the professor to you,” she whispered in a hoarse voice, almost mockingly.
I smiled. Within a second, her lips were hard against mine and she forced her tongue into my mouth. Her hands dug into my bare back as I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her back and the other gripping her juicy ass. She pushed me back until my back hit the wall hard, causing the decorations on the wall to rattle. I tore my lips from hers and leaned towards her neck to suck it.
” Oh, fuck!” she moaned, pulling at my hair. I bit her neck furiously, rubbing against her.
“Tom… Tom… wait… wait.”
I continued, afraid she was trying to push me away. “Tom!” she called, pulling my head back so I could look at her face full of desire. She was breathing heavily. Finally she spoke.
“Tom…” she said in a hoarse voice. “Take me to your room and fuck me!”
I smiled to myself. Mother was definitely on her way…
