You were too lost in the heat of your moment to even notice the sound of Natasha's bedroom door flying open, but when you feel her suction suddenly cease you know something is wrong. You look up at her to see her pretty dark eyes wide with fright, and follow her gaze to find her mother, your teacher, standing at the other end of the room, her mouth wide open at the sight of her only daughter naked and with a boy buried halfway up her snatch.

"Mom..." Natasha's voice breaks with embarrassment. You don't even know what to say, trapped between her bare, milky-white legs for her mother to see.

"Natasha Johnson, I never!" Ms. Johnson declares sternly with her hands to her curvy hips. You've seen the expression on her face before, when you turned in an essay three days late. "I paid good money for this boy to be your meal, and here I find you playing with your food?"

Natasha stays silent, completely frozen. She hasn't even taken her right hand off your member and her left still rests over her clit. "I tried to eat him, mom, but he just wouldn't..."

"In that case you were supposed to let me eat him." Ms. Johnson struts towards the bed. You can't help but follow her mature hips as they sway left and right. She shifts her gaze to you, helpless with your legs held inside Natasha's womb, eying you like a feline ready to pounce on a mouse. "Looks like I need to teach you a lesson about sharing..." Her tone shifts darkly, and without warning she lifts up her fine black top and tugs her knee-length skirt down her pantyhose-strapped legs.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Natasha tries to sit up, but the extra weight in her lower regions halts her. She and you can only watch as Ms. Johnson slips off her high heels and pantyhose, then delicately slides both thumbs underneath her black panties, shrugging them down to her legs. She sits down on the end of the bed opposite her daughter, and tugs her turtleneck top carefully over her well-kept bun of hair before answering...