Mother Son Teacher Conference at school

It was just after I turned 18 and never forget when my mother Mary Lou and I went to a student/parent teacher conference at my school. My mother was all in white - white jacket, long white pants, white slip on sandals. She also had on her trademark gold hoop earrings and as usual she looked beautiful.

I know my teacher must have been tired of the matronly and slovenly moms that he had a conference with because when he called for Mary Lou and my mother got up his jaw dropped. My mother extended a hand and said ‘Thank you for inviting me. I’m Mary Lou and my son Peter and I are very close.’ He tried to kiss her hand but she wouldn’t let him.

As he got settled my mother asked ‘Would it be OK if I got comfortable? It’s been a long day.’ And the teacher said of course. Well…my mother slipped off her sandals, in just bare feet. And as she went ‘mmmmm’ she took off her jacket to reveal herself in a white halter top that showed off her back and her sexy belly - a little saggy but still very sexy. Then she undid the belt on her pants and lowered them a bit as my teacher’s jaw dropped. She had a glistening diamond pastie over her belly button but put her hand over it to tease him. In the end her pants sat low on her waist and the diamond pastie was two inches over her waistband. She sat back and crossed her legs as if she was ready to begin the meeting.

The teacher I could tell was aroused by the erection in his pants which both my beautiful mother and I observed. After some pleasantries my mother decided to massage her right foot, again moaning ‘mmmmm’ as she rubbed it. Then the teacher started tripping up. He asked ‘So MILF how are you today?’ ‘Would you like a glass of MILF?’ He did say Mary Lou was a beautiful name which my mother thanked him.

Then as she was massaging her feet the teacher asked ‘So are you ready to discuss Feeter’s progress?’ ‘Glad you could come to our feeting today.’ This was when Mary Lou stopped massaging her feet and asked ‘Is there a problem?’ and the teacher, not used to having such a beautiful woman in his office told her ‘N-no….Im fine.’

Then the teacher went back into the discussion. And my mother put her right index finger in her mouth and started touching around her bare belly and her bejeweled navel….eventually going across it and then in her own world again she moaned ‘mmmmm…’And the teacher, fixated on my mothers midriff and the pastie over her belly button, slipped up again and said instead of ‘how do you like your cherry wood table’ he said ‘I really like your Mary Lou’s navel.’ My mother - in her bare feet, long white pants, halter top and pastie over her belly button asked ‘Excuse me?’ And again the teacher ‘S…sorry Mary Lou….’ And my mother told him ‘One more of your innuendos and Peter and I are leaving.’

We talked for a while more. He let a few MILFs slip as well as a few references to ‘bare Feeter’ but my mother ignored it, as my mother put her index finger in her mouth and touched around her belly pastie, and over it - like I’m sure he wanted to do. Then instead of saying ‘Stuck on very blue jelly muffins’ he said ‘suck on Mary Lou’s belly button.’ Then, indignant, my mother got up, in her bare feet, halter top, bare belly and belly pastie over her belly button and said ‘That’s it. Come on Peter, we’re leaving.’

In desperation I could see the teacher begging my beautiful mother to stay. ‘Mary Lou…Mary Lou…please stay.’ When he stood up I could see a large stain in front of his pants, no doubt when he was begging my beautiful mother to stay. Then in front of everyone, and as beautiful and desirable and erotic as I had ever seen her proceeded to scold the teacher. ‘How unprofessional and disrespectful of you,’ she said, her belly button pendant moving up and down with every word as she scolded the teacher while every man was staring at her. Then she repeated the dirty words he said. ‘MILF. MILF. A glass of MILF. Your son Feeter. Bare Feeter. MILF. Peter’s friend Mommy. Mary Lou’s navel. How do you like Mary Lou’s navel. Suck on Mary Lou’s belly button.’ And I loved standing there as she was as sexy and beautiful as I ever saw her as she scolded him in front of everyone. ‘Well I never. What kind of lady do you take me for anyway? I’m leaving! Come on Peter, let’s go.’ And my mother got her jacket and sandals and we walked out as my teacher came in his pants again. And Men watched her from behind in her halter top, her long white pants, the back of her feet - while some women, envious of my mothers effortless beauty, laughed at our teacher with a large stain in front of his pants.

My mother and I laughed when we got in the car and I tried to give my mother a kiss but she put her finger in front of my lips. Then we found an abandoned parking lot. She gave me one of her knee weakening smiles and we kissed deeply, her tongue in my mouth, in a way a son is never to kiss his mother. Then she giggled to me. ‘Peter….Feeter…(and she giggled) want to massage your mother’s feet?’ And she put her bare right foot on my lap and as I massaged it she played with me down there and just like in the office moaned ‘mmmmm…feels so good…’

Then she whispered to me in her phone sex voice…’Peter…do you want to see Mary Lou’s navel….do you want to suck on Mary Lou’s belly button..?’ And I took the pastie off her belly button baring it to me - a beautiful tiny round innie - and she said ‘I’ve never let anyone see it - not even your father - but…mmm….I love to show it to you..:now Peter….suck on Mary Lou’s belly button…” and I went down and kissed it, licked around it, as she moaned softly ‘that’s it Peter…what your teacher embarrassed himself for, what made him cream his pants…and you and only you get to see it, touch it, suck on it…:’. And I said ‘I love to see your belly button Mom’ and she said what I loved to hear her say ‘Call me Mary Lou…Peter…call me Mary Lou..,,’

Then she took off her pants and lowered her panties and I went to her womanhood and her g spot as she gasped. ‘Oh Peter! Oh my God! I feel like such a woman that no one has ever made me feel like!” Then she took my pants down and said ‘Fuck me…fuck your mother…I was so aroused in that office that I made every man come and every woman envy me…’. and I entered her and she screamed ‘OH YES! OH MY GOD!! Fuck your mother Peter..:fuck me…I want you to give me your seed…’. And as she gripped me inside I exploded inside of her like I never had…and I still had enough to come inside of her twice more. And I would say to her ‘Mary Lou…I love your name…:I love you like I’ll never love anyone..’ and my mother said ‘I love you too Peter..I’m yours forever….’

Even now when my mother goes out she’ll wear her long white pants and slip on sandals and her halter top - either high on her waist or low with a pastie over her belly button. Sometimes she’ll wear her jacket and delight at the stares that she gets when she reveals herself. Sometimes she’ll introduce me as ‘my boyfriend Peter.’ And men always stare at her sensuality - her beautiful face, her knee weakening smile, her soft voice - and women envy her effortless beauty and how she’s oblivious to it all. And she has a number of belly button pasties to go with her outfits.::ones a sapphire one, ones an emerald one, and for her birthday I got her a white and gold one which she wore one night we went out. - all to keep her belly button ‘from prying eyes’

I love my mother and I wouldn’t trade her for any woman in the world. And she wouldn’t either.

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