remember it vividly. It happened a while back when I was teaching. A mom called to ask about her son's progress. I told her he was doing okay, no issues. She pushed for my number, saying she needed to text me if he was absent. There was something in her voice, a hint of flirtation, but I kept it professional. She was a 45-year-old single mom, plain-looking but there was something about her.

A few days later, she invited me over to her place around lunchtime. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I went anyway. She offered me coffee, and as we sat down, she suggested I call the school to say I was sick for the afternoon. I laughed and said I could only stay for an hour. She smirked and said, "An hour is better than nothing."

She moved in close, her lips on mine before I could react. Her hand was on my cock, rubbing through my pants. I was hard in seconds. She unzipped me, pulled out my cock, and took it in her mouth. I groaned, the sensation of her warm mouth driving me wild. She pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in just her panties. I could see her nipples hard through the thin fabric.

I pushed her back onto the sofa, my body covering hers. I fumbled with her panties, pulling them aside just enough to get inside her. She was wet, ready. I thrust into her, hard and fast. She moaned, her nails digging into my back. The room filled with the sound of our fucking, the slap of skin on skin, our ragged breaths.

I came quickly, the urgency of the situation overwhelming me. She followed soon after, her body convulsing beneath mine. We lay there, panting and sweaty, the taste of lust still heavy in the air. An hour flew by in what felt like minutes, and when it was over, we both knew it was just a quick, dirty fuck.