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“I’m Victoria. Just dropped my daughter here.”

“Brian… and I teach here.” He clears his throat, eyes flicking once more down the length of her body before he forces them back to her face. “Well, I will be teaching, would be more accurate. It’s my first day.”

Victoria keeps hold of his hand a second longer, letting him feel the strength in her grip, the calluses along her palm from years of skate laces and ice. The prominent outline of her inhumanly long cock is impossible to miss from this close, at this distance anyone can see where it hangs down the left leg of her jeans, the heavy thing pressing against the denim in a long, obvious ridge. Soft as it is, the tip still sits just above her knee, her plump, cum-weighted balls rest full and warm against the seam. She makes no attempt to shift or hide it. The morning air moves across the fabric and she feels every small adjustment of her dense meat as she stands there.

Brian's eyes flick at the obscene show for a split second before returning to her eyes, a new color in his cheeks. Victoria notices of course, but aside from a quint smirk that lasts but a micro second, she pays no mind to it. The two talk for a few minutes beside the crumpled bumpers. The young teacher explains that he finished his master’s in the spring, that Westbrook is his first real post, that he still can’t believe he has his own classroom. Victoria listens, one hip cocked, the solid curve of her ass pushing the denim tight. She tells him she coaches at the local rink, that her daughter is a freshman, that the parking lot is already proving more dangerous than the ice. Every time she shifts her weight the long, girthy slab of mommy-meat slides a fraction inside her pants, the bulging veins dragging against the soft cotton of her underwear, her seed-kegs rolling with the motion, heavy and insistent.

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“Did you get his number?”

Victoria snorts, reaches for the coffee, and takes a long swallow before answering. “Not yet...” She says. “But I know where he works.” She adds with a wolfish grin.

Liza’s eyebrows rise. “Already? You hit the poor man’s car not even half an hour ago and you’re already planning the next move?”

“He was cute.” The blonde, shrugs. She sets the cup down and leans back, the motion makes her medium, C-cup breasts push against the blouse, her trapped monster gives a slow, pulsing twitch as if it agrees. “Twenty four. First-year French teacher. Chestnut hair, blue eyes, gets flustered when a woman towers over him. And he kept staring at my dick like he’d never seen one that long before.”

Liza nearly chokes on her coffee. “Jesus, Vic, he probably hasn't. You were still soft, weren’t you?”

“Completely flaccid. I kinda wonder what he thinks right now. I'm sure my cock is living rent free in his head now.”

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The entire fat, slab of Mommy-meat is buried inside Brian, lodged so deep Brian can feel the raging head in his stomach. His hole is stretched obscenely wide around the base, his rim shiny and red and trembling. Victoria stays buried for a while, breathing slowly, letting him feel every pulse of the massive fag-maker throbbing inside his guts. She nuzzles the side of his neck, teeth grazing the skin. “There we go. All of Mommy’s cock. Every last inch. How’s that feel, little teacher? Still scared?”

Brian can only shake his head against her shoulder, a broken moan the only answer he can manage. His small cock is trapped between their bodies, leaking steadily onto her skin. Victoria smiles against his throat and begins to move, short, controlled rolls of her hips that drag the chubby fuck-pipe in and out just an inch or two, letting him feel the drag of every vein, the way the head kisses his deepest places on every inward push. “That’s it~” She purrs. “Just like that. Let Mommy fuck this hungry little hole nice and slow until you’re ready for more.” Her hands return to his ass, gripping hard, using the leverage to pull him down onto every shallow thrust. The wet sounds of his stretched cunt taking her cock fill the small bedroom. Brian’s whimpers turn into longer, shakier moans. His body is still trembling, but the tremors are no longer pure fear, they are the helpless, overwhelmed shudders of a man being opened and claimed by something far bigger than he ever imagined he could take.