neither of your parents could make it out to your parent teacher interview, they’re far too busy. but you don’t mind, at least not really, because mamá flores offered to take you. she was your step-abuela from your mum’s last marriage. despite your mum not seeing her son anymore, she still keeps in touch if you ever need her. 

“how do you think you’ve been doing, mijo?” mamá asks as you sit out in the hall, waiting to be called in. 

“no sé,” you shrug, “i think i’ve been doing good.” she smiles softly, placing a hand on your back. 

“you need to have more confidence.” as she says that, the door opens and mr. ben pops his head out. 

“hola,” he smiles, “come in, please.” he leads you both into the classroom, offering mamá a hand to help her into her seat. she smiles, taking his hand and sitting down.

“muchas gracias, gaupo,” she winks at him, flustering him momentarily. he smiles awkwardly, a little put off by mamá’s brazen flirting but determined to remain professional. 

“de nada, señora,” he says, taking his seat behind his desk. he clears his throat and adjusts his red tie, moving to flip through the paper on his desk. 

“well, i don’t really have any bad to say here,” ben smiles at you, “you’ve been doing excellently in class, you’re behaviour has been good, you’re grades are good too.” he pauses and looks over at mamá, “you should be very proud of your son.” 

“oh– no, he’s not my son,” she says, flashing a coy smile at ben, “just a family friend. but i’m flattered that you think i’m young enough to have him.” ben’s tan skin flushes slightly as he realises his mistake. 

“perdón, señora,” ben chuckles, beginning to overheat under her gaze, “i just assumed– this being a parent-teacher interview. but it’s no problem, really, forgive me for assuming.” 

“claro que sí,” mamá smiles, “how could i not forgive such a handsome man?” ben feels the neck of his shirt tighten. he’s not used to such brazen flirting, but he’s not sure if minds it actually.

his flustered state fails to notice the way mamá’s hand slipped into your lap, curling round your thigh, edging closer with each compliment ben gave you. you froze, feeling a heat grow in your crotch as mamá’s fingers trace the inseam of your jeans. 

“gracias,” he mutters before turning to you, “i guess, i just want to say keep putting in the hard work and you’ll keep doing amazing this year. i’m very happy to have you in my class.” 

“muchas gracias, señor,” you smile, trying to ignore how mamá’s practically cupping your crotch, “that means a lot.” 

“mamá’s little genius,” mamá chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek that leaves a stain from her lipstick, “i think you deserve a reward for your hard work– don’t you agree, señor?” ben turns back to mamá, now noticing the angle of her hand under the desk. a lump forms in his throat as his cock twitches at the thought of how she’s touching you. 

“bueno– sí,” he stumbles over his words, “i agree. rewarding good performance is important.” 

“would you like to help me reward him?” mamá asks, no longer bothering to hide her touches. she grabs at the button of your jeans, popping it and slipping her hand in to cup your hardening cock. 

“y–you want me to…” he looks between you and mamá, seeing the lustful look in hers and the mild begging that’s begun to foster in yours, “okay– yeah. such a smart boy deserves a treat from his teacher.” you let out a whine at ben’s words, loving the way he so effortlessly slips into his role once he knows what it is. 

mamá picks you up by the waist and sits you in her lap. she lets you lean back against her, pecking lipstick kisses up the side of your neck as she takes your cock out of your jeans, jerking it in full view of ben. being masturbated in front of your teacher was not something you’d expected to happen ever, but you can’t say you’ve never fantasised about it. 

those edits the other students would make only showed half of how attractive mr. ben truly is. the way he’d push up his glasses and tuck his tie into his pants when he leaned over your desk to explain something to you made your cock twitch far too many times in class. 

“you wanna show this good boy how proud you are, señor?” mamá smirks, nuzzling under your chin as she looks at ben, “he deserves his cock sucked, don’t you think?” ben nods, mouth agape as he gets out of his chair. he rounds his desk and drops to his knees, placing his hands on your thighs as he looks up at you and mamá.

“can i?” he whispers, desire ripe in his voice and glazing his eyes. you nod and ben leans forwards, maintaining eye contact, as he licks a stripe up your shaft. as he takes the head of your cock in his mouth your hands fly into his hair, curling into the soft locks. his lips are wrapped so tight around you and his cheeks are hollowed for a perfect suction. his tongue flicks round your sensitive head, making your breath hitch and your cock leak. 

as you watch your cock disappear into his mouth, you feel mamá’s hands slide under your shirt. her soft fingers find your nipples, rubbing them softly before pinching them. she watches in awe as your head lolls back and you let a moan slip past your lips. lost in pleasure, you lose any sense of self control you had and shove ben down hard on your cock, making him choke and gag. 

“lo siento,” you groan, letting go of ben’s hair, “i…i didn’t mean to.” ben pulls back and catches his breath before laughing.

“está bien, chico,” he smiles, gently caressing your inner thighs, “this is your reward. do whatever you like.” with a few kisses up your shaft and a deft fondle of your balls, ben’s mouth is back on your cock, taking as much of it as he can. 

“nghh– fuck– mr. ben,” you moan as you feel his throat convulse around your cock. he smiles up at you and you see his hand slip into his own slacks. 

“look at that, amor,” mamá whispers, “you taste so good, you’re making your teacher hard.” you whine, dropping your head back onto her shoulder. she dips down to kiss you, letting you taste the bitter remnants of the mate she drank before you left. 

ben choking on your cock, the twirl of mamá’s tongue in your mouth, and the swipe of her fingers on your nipples overwhelm you. your hips buck into ben’s mouth and mamá pulls back, tutting softly as she gazes down into your blissful eyes. you whimper and she shakes her head.

“para, señor,” she says to ben, gesturing with her hand for him to stop, “we can’t have our boy finishing so soon.” he pulls off your cock with a pop, sitting back on his knees, hand working his cock as his mouth hangs open with hunger. 

“no, we can’t,” ben breathes, clearly struggling not to cum himself. mamá can tell, smirking softly. 

“such pretty boys,” she coos, “you wanna ride ben’s cock, baby?” you watch as ben pulls his pants down further, letting you get a full view of his hard, leaking cock and the curly expanse of his untrimmed pubic hair. 

“mhmm,” you whine, your cock twitching at the thought of have ben inside you, “please.”

“so polite,” she whispers, patting you gently on the ass, “go ahead, cariño.” ben holds out his arms for you as you hop off mamá’s lap. his hands cup your hips and he lowers you down into his lap, leaning in to kiss you as he does. your lips meet, moving together gently as you feel his thick cock press against the crack of your ass. you roll your hips forwards, smearing precum across his tie as you both make out and grind together. 

“turn him around,” mamá says once you both part, “i want to watch.” ben nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek, over the lipstick stains that mamá left, before picking you up and turning you around. you’re met with the sight of mamá’s unbuttoned shirt and her hand on her cock. 

“fuck she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” ben whispers, rubbing his cock against your tight hole, “wanna taste her while i fuck you?” 

“nghh– fuck,” you moan, nodding, “yes– por favor, necesito…” mamá smiles, beckoning you and ben closer as she unclasps her bra, letting her tits fall out for you. 

“wanna suck them?” she asks, cupping them in her hands, squeezing them gently. you practically drool at the prospect, nodding as you tilt your head up. mouth opened wide, you let mamá place one of her tits in your greedy mouth while you massage the other. you relish in the soft moans you draw from her as you pinch and suck at her nipples. 

she grabs your free hand and wraps it round her cock, guiding your hand at the right pace and pressure. as you fingers flick over the head, you can already feel how wet she is for you. 

mamá’s moans and soft whimpers get to ben, his hand no longer suffices. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck as he whispers softly. “i’m gonna put it in now, baby. just relax for me.” he runs a gentle hand up your side as the other guides his cock into your ass. the stretch of his cock burns at first, making you lose your grip on mamá. but as he bottoms out, the feeling of being full and the nudge of his cock against your prostate surpass any pain. 

“i’m gonna move now,” he whispers, nuzzling his head into your neck as he moves a hand round to jerk you off, “just focus on pleasing her, and i’ll focus on pleasing you.” ben’s hips withdraw and then snap forwards, filling you up again in an instant. you let a moan slip and as it vibrates around mamá’s nipple she hums. 

“good boy,” she breathes, taking her tit out of your mouth to feed you the other, “you’re doing so good, baby.” she runs a hand through your hair, her cock throbbing in her hand as she looks into your watery fucked out eyes. 

what was supposed to be riding has been completely taken over by ben– not that you care much. your back is pressed up against his while his hand works your cock and he pounds into you like a feral dog. his sweet moans in your ear and the slam of his cock against your prostate make your eyes roll back. 

“oh fuck,” ben whines, his thrusts quickly getting sloppier, “shi– so fucking tight.” 

“make sure he cums first,” mamá firmly, “this is about him.” she smiles down at you, cupping your cheek as she kisses your forehead. the soft feel of her tit in your mouth coupled with the way ben feels inside you and the way he’s stroking your cock makes you go dumb in their embrace. 

ben heeds mamá’s words, holding himself back, focusing purely on bringing you to your release. he latches his lips to your neck, sucking sweet hickeys there as he angles his cock just right and continues to jerk you off. as you get closer, your movements on mamá’s cock get awkward and your suckling gets more desperate. noticing, mamá moves your hand off her cock, taking over.

“let go, amor,” she whispers, “i got you.” she pulls you off her tit and presses you into her bosom. as you breathe in her strong perfume, ben tips you over the edge and you’re cumming hard into his hand. you let out a symphony of moans against mamá’s skin as ben fucks you through your orgasm. 

“good boy,” she whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear, pressed between her tits. 

ben can’t hold back any longer. he pulls you back against his chest in a tight hug, his face buried in your neck, as he cums hard, deep inside you. you’re pliant in his arms, letting him milk his cock dry with your hole and you relish in the aftermath of your orgasm and the warmth of ben’s cum as he lets out whimpering grunts. 

as you come to focus on mamá again, you see her brow furrowed and her lips between her teeth. she’s close, jerking herself off in the clear direction of your face. “can i cum on your face, baby?”

you nod, opening your mouth and letting your tongue loll out for her. she moans as you do and with a few more pumps is shooting her load across your face. you lick your cheeks clean and then lean forwards to lap at the remaining drops on her cock. 

“such a good boy,” she hums, caressing your cheek as you clean her up, “hope you enjoyed your reward.” 

“i did,” you smile, leaning back against ben to give him a thank you kiss, “muchas gracias.” 

“you earned it,” ben chuckles, running his nose up your neck as he rubs your waist, “if you keep it up you might earn another reward at the end of the year. how’s that sound?” 

“sounds great,” you say, looking over to mamá who nods in agreement. 

ben helps you off his cock, grabbing some tissues off his desk to wipe up the cum from his hand and cock, and his load that gently pours out of your hole. he gives your ass a soft kiss and a pinch before pulling your pants up and standing up. as you help mamá clean up, ben tucks himself back in and sits back down at his desk. 

“well, this has been the most…interesting parent-teacher conference i’ve ever had,” ben says, clearing his throat, “i guess i’ll see you in class tomorrow, and you, miss…”

“ms. flores,” mamá smiles, doing up her cardigan.

“ms. flores,” ben smiles, his boyish charm shining through, “i hope to see you again.” 

“i’m sure you will, señor,” she winks, “buenas noches, amor.” 

“hasta mañana, señor,” you smile, waving good bye and following mamá out the door.

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