I was living in the city, at my friend’s house. I had just turned nineteen and was looking for work. I found a job at a local fitness center. My friend Leo was a year older and had a similar plan. His seventeen year old sister, Isa and his mother were also residing in the house. His father was off working somewhere in the Pacific, hardly at home. While I was there, news broke out that he was having an affair with an intern at his office. He was honest enough to confess to his wife, yet had no intention of ceasing his extramarital situation. This crushed my friend’s mother but after a few months, she was coping rather well. Yet, she didn’t even hint at an impending divorce knowing the consequences it would have on her family. I call her Ma’am, simply because she taught at my school when I was younger. She was sweet, kind and innocent, everything you look for in a teacher. She had a Halle Berry skin complexion and tone, with the only exception of more flesh all around, on her breasts and ass to be more specific. Yet she had a more athletic figure with the slight trace of abs appearing on her stomach, nothing revolting, overall a perfectly toned figure from head to toe. These were observations I had noted from frequently seeing her at the gym and spa, since I was her personal trainer and masseur at the center. I even got to see her in a skimpy bikini at the home’s pool while she tanned topless, flaunting her perky nipples to the outside world. My position as masseur even gave me some poolside privileges, applying tanning lotion all across her back till her Anadolu Yakası Escort body glistened and sparkled in the sun’s light. My friend had no problem with the way I was around his mother. They were generally intimate people and my friend and I had regularly attended many orgies, picking up women and having tawdry threesomes and foursomes. He had developed a rather carefree, swinger-like attitude. However, the actual reason for my friend being cool with the way I was around ma’am was because he fucked my sister whenever she was in the city (which was quite often). I had no problem with it, because he was a friendly and amiable character… outside the bedroom. Hence, he had no issue with how I found his mother extremely irresistible, or the fact that I wanked fantasizing about her on occasion using a framed photo in the living room. In the photo, Ma’am was wearing a tight white bikini that was barely able to contain her breasts. Ma’am had no idea about this or how I felt about her, thinking that I was the same kid she taught Biology as I entered middle school, surprising given that I’m her masseur and gym trainer. This Monday morning was no different. Knowing that I was alone in the house, I grabbed the photo and dashed off to my bedroom. My friend’s sister was in school, my friend was away on his internship and Ma’am was away shopping in the city. I took off my clothes at a slow pace, knowing that I had ample time to finish up before anyone arrived, and put on a generous amount of lube on my cock and Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan balls. I got on the recliner and stroked slowly from base to tip, while I gazed into the photo poised on my right hand while my left hand was deep at work. Without the need for any effort, I closed my eyes and various scenarios played in my head. Each fantasy concerning Ma’am became more offensive, tawdry and abusive than the last. As I came close to cumming, I stopped before I went past the point of no return and when I approached the one hour mark my cock was throbbing and thrusting about violently, aching for a swift release. The head was swollen and enlarged beyond its ordinary capacity. When I knew that I couldn’t hold it in any longer, my strokes became more forceful and faster. Just then the door of my room flew open. “Jake, could you toss all your dirty clothes, I’m about to do the laundry…” It was Ma’am. The recliner was facing the door from a sideways angle so she could see me naked, with one hand on my cock, and a framed photo on the other. I immediately hid the photo behind my back and tried to cover my nudity by seizing the jeans laid down in front of me. “It’s ok. I’ll come back later,” she said with a voice that emanated shock and surprise. She quickly turned her head away, closed the door behind her and rushed off with the laundry basket cradled on her left arm. I was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed. After letting my mammoth erection subside, I put on only a pair of shorts and went downstairs; Escort Anadolu Yakası carefully forming the response I ought to give my former teacher. She was in the basement as she had said, getting the washing machine ready for the clothes. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry you had to see that, it won’t happen again,” I blurted out. “No, dear, it’s alright. It’s my fault for not knocking before turning up,” she replied sounding very understanding. “But still I feel ashamed of being in that position, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. You’re young; your testosterone levels are definitely raging and besides, all boys your age do it. I used to be a biology teacher. Trust me I know.” She then laid a hand on my bare shoulder to reassure me that everything would be fine. “Thank you for this.” I gave her a friendly hug and stood silent after letting out a sigh of relief. “A word of advice though. Better not use that photo of mine. You wouldn’t want Leo to find out that you have a crush on me,” she whispered with a hint of amusement. “What?” I replied, perplexed. “I saw the photo you were using. It’s fine. I won’t tell anyone. It’s natural for boys to be interested in older women, even if it’s someone like me.” “Don’t say that, you look tremendous for a woman in her 40s… Oh God what have I said?” I immediately had to bite my tongue lest I say something inappropriate again. “It’s alright,” she said laughing, “Besides, it’s good to know that you can still stir up a man’s feelings. I thought I was useless after my husband decided to fool around with that office slut.” She sounded both bitter and heartbroken. I consoled her and gave a warm hug, burying her face in my chest. It was somewhat ordinary for her to spill out all her troubles to me. Most clients of any masseur tend to open up while on the massage table. It was probably due to the effective, yet soothing touches placed deftly across a client’s bare back.