Latin Lust a story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY
(MF, rom, cons, caution, anal, oral, preg, 1st)

Does it ever seem to you that whenever a female teacher has sex
with an underage male student that the male student gets
congratulated and patted on the back but if the same happened
with a male teacher, people would want to throw the book at him?
Why is that? Sure, some guys do nail some pretty damn fine
teachers. I imagine that is part of it. No doubt their need to
crow about it is why said teachers get caught. Why ruin a good
thing? Perhaps in a misogynistic way, we think every girl is a
damsel and her teacher is taking advantage of her and causing her
distress.

Everybody has a teacher that they had and wanted to nail. Boys
want it, girls want it, everybody’s equally horny. I remember
the teacher I fantasized about. She wasn’t actually my teacher.
I was 15 and I worked in her sixth grade class as her assistant.
Grade papers, clean up, basically work experience. Even if she
dressed modestly, I still imagined her naked. I’m a guy,
that’s just what we do.

My boss was a beautiful Latina woman by the name of Otilia. Porn
stars and others in our fantasies almost always are, aren’t
they? Even though she dressed modestly and tried to wear things
that didn’t accentuate her body, I knew she was stacked. Every
Latina I’ve known before or since had a pretty nice rack. She
had dark brown hair, brown eyes and the thoughts I had about her
while I looked over the class’s papers would probably have
caused my parents’ heads to explode. She had a face as cute as
Jessica Alba with the sexiness of Sofia Vergara or Penelope
Cruz/Salma Hayek. To top it off, she was probably one of the
youngest teachers. She graduated ten years before my projected
sentence’s end. That made her 25, 26 tops. She was married
(lucky bastard) but being looked at isn’t cheating. If it was,
she’d be the sluttiest, most unfaithful girl ever.

She was always nice to me. Some bosses I’ve had since, most of
them women, could be pretty bitchy. As for Otilia, I just wanted
to make her my bitch, be bound to her pussy the way dogs do as I
squirted my babies into her. As I said, I didn’t exactly have
the purest of thoughts around her.

I remember it all clearly, how it started. You know how we all
know our chances of winning the lottery are pretty slim but we
plan what we’d do if we did? That day was a little like that.

I walked in around 3:30 that afternoon, after my classes had let
out. All the children were gone. There she was, seated behind her
desk, head down. She didn’t even acknowledge my greeting as she
normally would. Clearly something was wrong. I came and stood
behind her, my hands kneading her sore neck muscles. Maybe she
was having a migraine. Whatever was wrong, and you can call me a
sucker for a damsel in distress, I wanted to make it all better.

Otilia sat upright when I put my hands on her shoulders. It was
the first time I had ever touched a girl without her express
permission yet I had just done it to the most beautiful girl I
knew. What was I thinking? She turned to me and I could see by
the smears in her makeup that she had been crying.

“Mrs. Rojas, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t concern yourself over it. It’s
personal. The papers to look over are on the table over there.
Forget about me.”

“Nonsense. Of course it affects me. You’re my boss. If it
affects you, it will probably come out in your treatment of me.
Spill!”

“This never leaves the classroom.  Do I have your word?”

“Obviously. You think I want to get fired from working for the
prettiest teacher on campus? I’m more of a gentleman than I get
credit for.” She smiled. I couldn’t see but I saw the muscles
in her cheeks move and I could think of no other reason they
might do so.

“Okay. Last night I got into an argument with my husband and I
do mean argument. You’d think we would have figured things out
before we got married. Children are something you discuss, right?
Well I said I wanted a baby and he absolutely refused. He made
out that I was selfish for wanting one and that I was a horrible,
ugly person. He said a lot of hurtful things. That’s why I was
crying.”

“First of all, I meant what I said about you being the
prettiest teacher on campus. Second, don’t believe what he
says. He might be your husband but that doesn’t make him right
about everything. Third, do you want me to kick his ass?”

She laughed at my offer. “He’s a Marine, got probably 100
pounds and at least a few inches on you, all muscle. If I told
you to try and kick his ass, I would be sentencing you to death.
Forget about kicking my husband’s ass. You’re far too young
to die.”

“Very well, but you definitely shouldn’t listen to him.
Nothing he says is true or useful.” I don’t know what
possessed me to do it but I knelt behind her chair and wrapped my
arms around her waist, avoiding getting too near her bosom, until
she settled down.

“This actually feels kind of nice. You shouldn’t do this you
know. You’re 15. That makes you underage and none of us want me
being arrested.”

“Relax! It’s not like we’re having sex. Besides, if anybody
knew what I now know, they couldn’t fault me for what I just
did. And if that door opens, I can drop my arms and hide behind
the desk lickety-split. I should go now though. My ride’s
probably waiting for me.”

“Thanks for everything. I don’t mind going over the papers we
didn’t get to. I need time to think. See you tomorrow Bob.”

“It’s Aaron, Arón in Spanish if you want to remember it that
way. Goodbye Mrs. Rojas!”

“See you tomorrow.”

I’ll admit that night that I masturbated to thoughts on Otilia.
I had been so close to those lovely, fleshy orbs she called her
breasts. If only I had touched them, accidentally, maybe I could
have passed it off as just that. Fortunately my teachers had been
merciful and I didn’t have too much homework. If there had been
more, I think my thoughts about my boss would have adversely
affected my work.

The next day, Mrs. Rojas seemed better but she asked me to stay a
bit later after I finished grading the students’ work.
Obviously I said yes after I called my mother to tell her that I was working
late so she needn’t worry.

“Have a seat,” she said as she gestured at the chair behind
her desk. I took a seat as she’d requested and she backed
herself under the desk and pulled me toward her. I looked down at
her and asked what she was doing as she unbuttoned her blouse and
showed her fabric-clad breasts. They were enclosed in a black
lace bra that I’d seen in the Victoria’s Secret catalog.
I’ll admit that I’d spilled my share of spunk to those models
and you can’t really blame me. Lingerie sections were the porn
of those days before the Internet.

Looking down at her, at her bra, at her breasts, my erection was
now painfully trying to batter its way out of my jean prison.
Wordlessly she undid my zipper and fumbled around until she freed
me. “I’m repaying you for yesterday, silly goose. You gave me
what I needed and now I’m doing the same for you.”

“But I didn’t do anythi…” I lost my train of thought as
her hot, wet mouth took me inside of her. I knew this could get
her busted. This was no simple hug. I knew that if she did this,
I was eternally in her debt and out of a desire to protect her, I
would never tell. There was no need to say it.

Terror pierced my heart as the door opened and the principal
stuck his head in. “Have you seen Mrs. Rojas?”

“Yes, I think she went to the toilet.”

“Well tell her to lock up her classroom before she leaves. The
rest of the school is locked. What is that sound?”

“I think some of the students stuck paper into one of the vents
as a joke. Always sounds like this. We’re lucky they haven’t
tried to put them in the radiator. They might burn the school
down. I’ll make a note for maintenance. Good night Mr.
Principal sir. Happy Anniversary!”

He grunted his thanks and left. Surely he’d be back. He
couldn’t leave an underage student with a teacher of the
opposite sex, surely. Then again, anniversaries meant sex and
everyone knows that practically stops after you get married. He
might not get it again until next year. If actual sex felt
anything like what Otilia was doing to me now, I’d be just the
same as him. She’d started face fucking me. Deep throat if you
will. After I’d finished coating her throat with my slime, she
let off.

“Should we really have done that?”

“Probably not but are you going to blab and ruin things?
Besides, I’m Catholic. We might not condone oral but we
definitely aren’t fans of wasting sperm. You either swallow or
you take it in one of the other holes. Anal not as good as
vaginal. God doesn’t love you as much then, at least that’s
what the nuns used to say. Must have hated them since I know most
of them were probably all too happy to take it up the ass. They
were still virgins that way.”

“Mrs. Rojas…”

“Please. After what I just did, I think we’re on a first name
basis now.”

“But you’re an adult, that would be disrespectful.”

“So would telling. Besides, it’s just us. Maybe if we were in
public.” Now that my erection had died down, she took off her
skirt and showed me her panties matched her bra as she came and
sat in my lap.

“Otilia!”

“I’m glad you remember my name…for now.” As she said
this, she gyrated her ass on my pelvis and leaned forward, her
breasts right up against my face. I couldn’t help myself. She
smelled so good that I gave her a soft kiss on each of her
luscious mounds. She giggled.

“You’re so timid. I won’t break if you kiss them. At least
you’re honest down here,” she said as she wiggled her ass
against my stiff cock.

“H…hold on. If you do that, I will make a mess in my
pants.”

“Not if you make a mess in mine instead.”

“I really don’t think we should. You’ve more than repaid me
for yesterday.”

“Nonsense. There’s nobody here. We could run around the
school naked if we wanted to. The neighbors might complain
though. Besides, you’re not doing anything to me I don’t
want. We’re not doing anything that we should be ashamed of.
Just a boy and a girl doing what boys and girls have done since
time immemorial.” She leaned forward and kissed me, breasts
mashed up against me as she reached behind her back to unclasp
her bra.

She got up off me, breasts swinging free from restraint as she
dropped her panties to the floor. “Lie down on my desk.”

“Condom, shouldn’t we use one?”

“I’m Catholic. We don’t use birth control. Whatever happens
was meant to be.”

You may be tempted to think that, because of my age, I was raped.
No such thing occurred. I was more than capable of running. I
might have been confronted by the police for tearing out of the
school naked, might even have gotten Otilia in trouble though not
as much as if she’d charged after me. I wasn’t raped. I was
horny, she was sexy and willing. Nobody was raped that night.

I lay on her desk, always so clean she kept it, and felt its
hardness against my back. Not maybe as hard as me, but still.

“You’re sure it’s okay if I’m your first? You are a
virgin, right?”

“Yes,” I said ashamedly. “I’m still a virgin. Yes, it’s
okay if you’re my first. You’re the hottest girl I can’t
tell anyone about. If I tell anyone that I’m not a virgin,
I’ll just say there was a hot college girl on spring break who
wanted some no-obligation sex.”

Otilia blushed. “You really think I look that young?”

“I always think girls look younger than they are. Has never
gotten me anywhere with the ladies before.”

“Their loss, my gain. You’re sure? This is your last chance.
I’m warning you though, when you get a person this horny and
then don’t satisfy them, that’s very rude. Doesn’t matter
if male or female. If you say no, you’ll have to do other
things. You might not like those things but I will. You’re
sure?”

“Just do it already. You want it, I want it, we all want it.”
I looked down and noticed she was nearly hairless between her
legs.

She crawled up onto the desk on all fours and gave me a kiss like
my mother never gave me then slid herself down to position
herself above me, my dick leaving a thin trail across her belly.

“You want to know why I have so little hair down there, don’t
you? Well, I don’t like to have too much but I didn’t want
people thinking I was a little girl. There you have it,” she
finished as her hot oven enclosed me.

“Oh, God!” I said, “this is even better than your mouth.”

“I know, right? Sex is the closest to heaven that humans can
get on earth.” She bobbed up and down, tits bouncing lewdly as
she moaned loudly, unafraid of anyone but us hearing. All of a
sudden, the muscles of her twat contracted around my member,
trying to milk me of every last drop. I held on somehow, barely,
until she leaned over and her breasts were in my face. I lost it,
spraying her insides full of cum and telling her things only a
woman in bed with a man should hear.

She lay on my chest, arms like wet noodles, unable to bear her
weight any longer. “I love you,” I whispered.

“No, you don’t. We just had sex. Of course you feel like
that. Love isn’t something that just happens like that. That
being said, let’s do it again.” She gave me the sweetest
smile. Perhaps it was softened by the fact she’d just had an
orgasm. It didn’t matter to me. She wanted to have sex with
inexperienced little me. Probably best that she was on top
because of that.

I pushed her backward on her butt and sat up, wrapping my arms
around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, her hard
nipples pressing themselves against my chest. “This is called
the Lotus Position in case you were wondering.”

In the back of my mind I heard her. But I must say that I was
preoccupied, kissing her neck, breasts and returning her kiss
when she kissed me. It wasn’t long before she was squeezing me
again in that special place and trying to bake my cock in her
baby oven. Once more and I spray-painted the inside of her hot,
wet, tight coochie when she came again.

“I love you,” she said.

“We just had sex. That’s what you said when I told you
that.”

“I know. Let’s give it time and see. I know you want to do it
again. But maybe not here at school. Was fun though. Bit of a
fantasy of mine. I know you didn’t mind.”

“I just had sex multiple times with the hottest girl in school,
what do you think? I won’t complain or tell if we do it
again.”

Reluctantly she got off of me and started cleaning up and putting
her clothes on. I followed suit. I was about to call my mom to
pick me up when she offered to drive me home in payment for
“services rendered”.

I waited as she locked up, protective of the woman who’d just
deflowered me, and then we walked to her little Datsun and drove
home. Before she let me out, she kissed me like an adult, her
tongue partly in between my lips. I walked up to the door with a
swagger in my step. It’s amazing how women can give you that or
take it away with just simple acts.

“Where have you been all this time? I was worried.” Typical
mom.

“I was spending time getting to know my new girlfriend.” Not
strictly true, but maybe she would understand.

“Well, try not to get her pregnant, son. You don’t want to
ruin her life or yours. Will I meet her at some point?”

“Probably. I have homework to do and I’m a bit tired. I’m
not hungry though so don’t wake me.”

“Good night, sonny boy. See you tomorrow.”

I didn’t really have homework. I just flopped on my bed and
digested the day’s events. This morning I was a virgin; a few
hours later and that all changed. Mrs. Rojas’ naked body danced
me to sleep and my dreams were now entirely about her and not
just mostly.

The next morning, mom woke me, unsurprised at the stiff dick
making a tent under the sheets. Well, mom must have seen her share
of morning erections. Her family was all boys except for her and
then she’d married dad. That her son might wake up with one
probably was old hat by now.

“Good morning, son. Breakfast is on the table. Come down when
you’re ready.”

When I came down to breakfast, both parents were seated around
the table waiting. Dad with his coffee and a newspaper and mom
just…waiting.

“Good morning,” I said cheerily.

“Good morning, son” said they in unison. Naturally it was to
be mom who pried into the events of yesterday.

“You seem awfully cheerful. This isn’t like you. Something
good happened with your girlfriend yesterday. Blowjob? Surely not
sex? That would be pretty slutty. This is the first I’ve ever
heard of her.”

“It wouldn’t be a crime for me to get laid or even get a
blowjob, geez. You’ll meet her, I promise. I like her and not
just because she’d be willing to do that with me. Relax. I
gotta get to school anyway.”

“Goodbye and have a safe trip. See you this afternoon.”

Today was Friday. Normally I wouldn’t have to assist today
since it was only a partial day but I stopped in to see Otilia
anyway. She smiled and thanked me again for yesterday. I assured
her that no thanks was necessary and I was now deeply in her
debt. She replied that sex wasn’t a game of keeping score.
That’s what marriage was for, at least for women, and that
perhaps hers was reaching a tipping point.

“You can’t destroy something that’s already crumbling.”

“Still, you’ve put me in a bit of a position. I don’t want
to be a home wrecker. Incidentally, my parents wondered why I was
so late last night. I told them I was with my new girlfriend to
cover for you and now they want to meet you. I thought of telling
them you’re a college girl which is basically the truth. You
are pretty young. Still not sure they would accept it but it’s
worth a shot. Will you come and meet them some time?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to make a liar out of you. Not
after I made you a man. ;) Besides, I kind of like the thought of
being your girlfriend/mistress/lover.”

“Dinner on Saturday, 7:00. Be there,” I told her with a brief
kiss and walked out the door. It was flattering to think of her
as my girlfriend. I, who was so undeserving of her but it was
semi-official now. I was helping her cheat on her husband. She
might not call it being a home wrecker but I still did. I felt as
if I’d become some sort of heinous douchebag while at the same
time feeling elated. You can’t own a woman without enslaving
her; women are sort of like cats in that regard. However, in my
own way, which I hoped not to involve blackmail, she was mine.
This sobering thought weighed on my mind through the trip home
and supper. Of course my parents noticed and I just said that
Otilia was coming for dinner on Saturday and went up to my room.

7:00 sharp, the doorbell rang. I had to admire her punctuality.
Mother was a gracious host and a good cook while my father sized
her up and gave me a wink behind her back. At least one person
approved.

“Your name is Otilia, right? With all the details our son
hasn’t told us, you’d think he was trying to hide you. A girl
like you should be shown off, not hidden in shame. He should be
proud. You’re just the kind of girl who would make beautiful
grandchildren.”

“Mom! Don’t jump the gun. This is why I didn’t want to
bring her over. We’re not that old of a couple. Much too early
to discuss children.”

“Fine, have it your way. What are you studying in school,
dear?”

“Elementary education. I want to be a teacher.”

“That’s a noble and under-appreciated profession. See,
you’re good with children. That’s also a gift.”

“Mom!”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Many teachers find it is enough
to have a classroom of kids and have none of their own. That’s
what I meant to say.” She glared at me and I waved her off.

“I do want children one day. Maybe when I find the right
guy.”

“See? All you boys shushing me. Moms want to know these things
and in the end they came out despite you.” She blew a loud
raspberry at us both and Otilia giggled like a schoolgirl.

“It’s getting late. I should be getting back home.”

“Nonsense. It’s Saturday. Stay the night. I’m sure Aaron
won’t mind.” I got up and took my girlfriend’s hand and led
her away before mom could ask any further embarrassing questions
like when she had her first period or whatever was going through
her addled brain.

“I apologize for my parents. Mom got a bit carried away.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just how moms are. Mine is just as
bad. Before I got married it was “when are you having children?
You’d better be married first.” all the time. Me, my sister,
my brother. Mom was almost non-stop in asking us what our plans
along those lines were. It was honestly great to move out and go
to college. Great for me, not so much for her. I’m sure my
siblings are still suffering through her questioning. ¡Diós
mio!” She crossed herself.

“I’ve never slept with another person in this bed before.
Never, never, never.” Until recent events, I’d never done it
anywhere, sleeping with someone.

“When you really love someone, you give them all of you. Maybe
I didn’t fully commit to loving my husband. I never let him
stick it in my ass. I want you to be the one that takes my
virginity.”

“I’m flattered. You’re very sure?”

“Of course. I’ve been reading up on it and I think most of it
made sense. You’re a great guy and I want you more than anyone;
that’s why I want you inside of my booty, plundering it.” She
fumbled around in her purse and brought forth a tube of anal
lubricant.

“You’re absolutely sure? This is a big step and so early in
our relationship.”

“Do you want me to write it out, sign a consent form for you?
Te amo mucho, papi. Estás mi amor.”

“I haven’t a clue what you just said, but you’re so sexy
when you talk dirty in Spanish. Even if it’s not dirty, it
still was sexy. Take your clothes off then. I can’t plunder
anything with all that fabric on it.”

She began her little striptease, painstakingly slow but still the
sexiest thing I ever saw. As each piece of clothing came off, she
got farther from being a teacher and my boss and closer to being
a common slut. It didn’t matter to me. Lady in the street,
freak in the bed. She was my slut.

“Otilia, baby, you are the absolute best thing that’s ever
happened to me. I want to do unspeakable things to you, get you
pregnant, fill those beautiful jugs with milk. You make me
evil.”

Mrs. Rojas laughed. “You, evil? You’re the nicest guy I know.
It’s not evil to say those things, it’s natural. Who says I
don’t want that too? Your mom’s not the only one that thinks
about you getting me pregnant.”

I motioned her over to join me on the bed, then positioned her on
her hands and knees, face-down, ass-up. “One day, baby. One
day.”

“You should be careful what you wish for,” she whispered as
lube filled her colon. “It might come true.”

I knelt behind her and positioned my dick at the sphincter of her
nice round tushy. Inch by inch I slowly impaled her. I leaned
over and held her fleshy chest in both hands, whispering in her
ear that I loved her and asking if she was alright. She only
moaned in response. Sensually, not painfully. I took that as a
cue to keep going.

In and out of my boss’s tight asshole I went. I knew she was
playing with her clit to try and make it better. I had of course
hoped that wouldn’t be necessary but I was entering an out hole
so definitely couldn’t blame her. Half an hour later, I finally
shot my load into her waiting bowels. She grunted as the heat
filled her intestines and went limp, biting the pillow fiercely
to keep from screaming.

Five minutes later she came out of her reverie. “Can we do it
again? I want to look at you this time. Many girls say anal hurts
but their boyfriends must have just stuck it in with no
preparation and fucked the poor things despite entreaties to
stop. On the other hand, some have told me it’s the best thing
ever. I always thought maybe some girls are just born to like it
in the ass and some aren’t. Now I just think it depends on the
guy you’re with.”

“If you weren’t married, I’d grab you up in a heartbeat.
You know that I would.” I grabbed her left arm in my right
wrist, turning her as she’d asked me to so I could look deep in
her eyes while I plundered that booty again. Her sexy lips were
pursed so they looked like her pink pussy, no doubt trying to
keep it down for my folks. By the time we’d finished up,
showered and collapsed naked in bed, it was 3 in the morning. As
she lay against me, I thought that even if she’d never had sex
with me or she made me wait until I turned 18, if I could lie in
bed with her like this, it wouldn’t feel like a waste of 3
years.

Mercifully, breakfast wasn’t until 9. Mom knocked on the door
and let us know and my companion and I got dressed. Wearing the
same clothes as the night before, what a tramp! Fortunately for
her sense of propriety, she hadn’t really worn her lingerie for
too long the other day. Those were still good to go.

Over our bacon, eggs, potatoes and grits, mom asked how we slept.

“Your son is a perfect gentleman. You should be proud of how
you raised him. And we slept like babies. It was quite nice to be
with a man for once.”

“Well, I can’t take all the credit for how he turned out. He
had to make some decisions on his own. Just glad they produced a
desirable result. Please, you’re welcome here any time. Come
back again.”

“You’re too kind. I shall of course. You’ve made me feel
like family and I do love your son.”

“Please do stay,” I said, reluctant to let it be over even
though I knew she had lesson plans to go over to be ready for
Monday.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have studying to do. I really
enjoyed my visit. See you tomorrow Aaron.” And with that, she
was gone.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I like her.” That was mom
again. “Try not to let her get away. College girls have tons of
options.”

“Will do my best. I like her too. I’m surprised you didn’t
complain about an age difference.”

“Oh, tosh! You think age should stand in the way of true love?
I saw the way she looked at you. Even if she were twice your age,
when a girl hangs on your every word like that, you keep her.
She’s not a very good liar though. I guess that’s a good
thing. There’s no way a guy your age was a perfect gentleman
with a girl like that in his bed. Gentleman, maybe, but far from
perfect.”

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss-and-tell. I have homework. May I be
excused from this inquisition?”

She threw her napkin at me which failed hilariously as she
hadn’t wadded it up to overcome the air resistance. “Fine,
for now.”

I didn’t have homework; I needed a nap. Though I’d slept well
with Otilia by my side, sex really can drain a man. More so if
it’s good sex.

I drifted off to sleep, dreams of Otilia’s milk-filled breasts
and swollen belly lulling me into peaceful slumber. What if I had
impregnated her? She was still a married woman. What would that
mean for all of us? I can’t imagine her husband would take the
news calmly that she was bearing another’s child. He might find
out whose it was and come and kill me if he had a temper.
Fortunately, Otilia had never mentioned him striking her. He
might make her cry but he hadn’t done the unforgivable.

Three months into our relationship, April 20th, Otilia told me
that she was pregnant. She said her husband thought it was his
since she’d seduced him and he and I had some similar features
but that I was the true father as my seeds had a big head start.

“I’m sorry,” she said through her sobs, “I deceived you.
Latinas are pretty much always fertile but the day I was with
you, the day after my argument, I was especially so. It’s
yours. Please don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Sure, I’m shocked but in a good way. I told you
how I wanted to make you pregnant and you said to be careful what
I wished for, that it might come true. You knew all along. I’m
sure mom will be happy. Not so much at the circumstances but once
she settles down, I’m sure she’ll be very happy about it. I
think she was always hoping this might happen since she first saw
you. Or we could lie to her, just not tell her.”

“N…no. I…l…like your m…mom.
H…he…s…said…pay…child support. Baby’s…his.” I
didn’t know how much longer I could listen to her stammering so
I kissed her to shut her up.

“I told you…I’m not mad at you. It kind of turns me on that
I knocked you up. Let’s just hope mom is just as happy, if we
tell her. How do you think she’ll take the news her sophomore
boy knocked up an older girl?”

“I think she’ll take it better than you think, especially if
she knows neither of you will be financially tied to the child
due to my deception. She likes me, you know this. I think
secretly she was always rooting for this to happen. All moms want
to be grandmas one day. It’s in the mom handbook.” I took her
hand and led her into the classroom. I had plenty of places on
school grounds I wanted to make memories with her in but the
classroom seemed like the safest place. With the shades drawn and
the lights out, if she kept quiet then nobody would suspect
anybody was in there.

“I’m sorry I tricked you. I didn’t want to get knocked up
like this. I feel like a whore. A deceitful, slutty whore.”

“I said it’s fine. You’re my deceitful, slutty whore. Take
your clothes off and lie on the desk.” She did as she was told
without protest. “If you ever think worse of yourself than you
deserve, I want you to tell me. I’ll know what to do. You’ll
like it, I can promise you that. I’m your lover as well as the
father of the love child growing inside you. How it got there
doesn’t matter. As long as it is loved and cared for, what baby
could ask for more?”

I traced the lips of her pussy lightly with my fingertips. She
quivered and shuddered under my touch but I knew it was a good
sign, not a bad one. I bent over and kissed her as I buried the
length of my sword in her sheath. I could get used to being on
top not that it made being on the bottom any less fun.

“Since you’re already pregnant, I guess I don’t have to
worry about you getting pregnant when I finish off inside now.
You can’t get more pregnant.”

“It has happened before but it’s pretty rare. Fire away, mon
capitan!”

“Just for that I’m definitely going to cum inside.” She
pinched my arm roughly and it was all I could do not to cry out
in pain, my hips developing a rhythm to try and love her as best
I could. As I would near orgasm, I would stop, let the feelings
subside a bit and continue on. It was always such fun having sex
with my boss/girlfriend that I never wanted it to end. All good
things must though as I splattered her cervix with hot spunk.

“Oh, I love it when you finish inside me. I don’t know how to
describe how it feels. Get off for a second, I want to try a
different position.”

Now it was I doing what was asked of me. Mrs. Rojas got up and
bent herself over the desk. “Take me now, take me and make me
your bitch.” Once more I positioned myself at the entrance to
heaven, roughly impaling her and hitting a fiercer rhythm than
before. I wished there was a mirror on the wall so I could look
at her. She was angelic always when she came.

“Ay, papi! Te quiero mucho mucho mucho! Pone su niño en mi
ahorra! Te amoooooo!” Who would have thought she was such a
dirty, dirty girl. Though I had no idea what she said, I’m sure
I gave her what she wanted as I filled her tight box with cum. I
pulled out and spread her lips wide to see what I’d done. The
pool of white up against her cervix was impressive. Futile, but
impressive. I took a plug from my back pocket and inserted it
effortlessly into her and taped it so she couldn’t push it
out.

“I’ve decided that since you’re such a slutty teacher that
your penance is for one of the students you sleep with to get you
pregnant: me.” I pulled all our clothes toward us as we hid
behind the desk just as the door opened and the principal peeked
in.

“Strange, thought I heard noises from here. I gotta stop
working late. Does my head in. Clearly I’m going bonkers.”
The door closed and we were safe.

“Shh, that was close. We’ll have to sneak out the back so we
don’t get seen.”

“Was all this tape and all really necessary?”

“No, but if you saw how much cum was in there, would you want
it coming out and ruining your panties?”

“Of course not. I know how much is in there. You came in me,
remember? I can feel it all inside me, trying to reach an egg
that’s already been fertilized.”

“We should still go though. When should we tell my parents?”

“I come over to your house pretty often. I’m sure it won’t
be long until your mom is sure I’m pregnant. We should do it
soon.”

“Saturday at 7:00?”

“Seems early but I guess that’s best. I look forward to it.
I’ll drive you home. How can we spend so much time fucking?”

“Because I have no money to spend on you, I give you my time.
You’re worth every second. All worth it you know. When you
cum…”

Otilia aimed a punch at my chest that I twisted out of the way of
deftly. “Honesty. I thought girls liked that stuff. As I was
saying…I get so turned on when you cum. There’s no better
aphrodisiac in the world than your “O” face, I’m
serious.” I pulled her toward me, still naked, tight against my
body and kissed her until she closed her eyes and surrendered to
me. Too close to get leverage to punch me, not far enough to
evade me playing with her hard little nub before we donned our
clothes and left. Until Saturday, I guess.

Fortunately, since her first visit, Otilia had become sort of a
regular at our house so neither of my parents thought it unusual
for her to have dinner with us. Our news would certainly come as
a shock.

We sat at the table and even though it wasn’t Thanksgiving, mom
had cooked all the usual Turkey Day fare. We had mashed potatoes,
turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, baked yams with marshmallows,
green beans, rolls and I’d seen mom cooking a sweet potato pie.
We preferred them to pumpkin any day. We all held hands as dad
said grace and then we all thanked mom for all the work she’d
put into making such a bounteous feast.

“Otilia and I have an announcement to make.”

“Surely you’re not getting married. She already has a husband
and you’re too young. We love you, dear, don’t get me
wrong.” This said, looking at my girl.

“He might not be my husband for long. But my husband drove me
into the arms of your son. He offered the comfort I needed at a
time I was most vulnerable and I repaid him with sex. Call me a
lech but it was the only way I could think of. No, not the only
way. It was the way I wanted to repay him. Even then, he gave
more of himself to me than I gave to him. Until recent events and
that’s the announcement. I’m pregnant and it’s Aaron’s.
My husband thinks it’s his due to some actions on my part. It
will even look sort of like him due to their similar builds but
the baby is definitely his. I took his virginity but he gave me a
baby, the same thing my husband and I argued about and he
comforted me through. In that respect, I took advantage of your
son. Not in the sense usually conveyed by that phrase but I used
him to get me pregnant for my own selfish reasons. For that I am
sorry.”

“I knew something was different about you. When you’ve had
children, you recognize the signs. Congratulations seem to be in
order and how appropriate to have a thanksgiving meal. This news
bears celebration.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Heavens, no. I told my son he should keep you. I just as
selfishly wanted grandchildren as you wanted a child. Can I blame
him for his part in this? No, I’m sure you look even better
naked than you do with clothes on. Sure, your husband will think
it’s his. That’s on you. Sure, if the truth were found out,
you’d be in heaps of trouble. But even if you’re not married
to my son, we think of you as our daughter-in-law. We love you,
you’re family and families have each other’s backs. Welcome
to the family, daughter. This will be our family secret.”

I knew my mother. To her, family was everything, family secrets
even more. She’d kept the circumstances of her brother’s
dog’s death a secret until her brother’s passing. She’d
kept secret her other brother knocking up his girlfriend and her
subsequent abortion from her parents. If you didn’t want loose
lips, my mother was Fort Knox.

“We know you can’t drink but news like this deserves a
celebration. I think we have a bottle of sparkling grape juice
around here. Let me go fetch it.” I heard fumbling in the
refrigerator and then mom returned with the bottle, nicely
chilled. She poured out the grape juice, we all clinked our
glasses together and she said “Cheers! Here’s to new life and
our beautiful new daughter who is carrying it.”

“Mom, you were expecting this news all along, weren’t you?”

“I had my suspicions. I’ve got maternal psychic powers.”

Otilia giggled. She had such a cute laugh. “Oh, mom. Can I call
you mom? You’re so silly!”

“Of course you may, dear. I find it weird to be called by my
first name except by my husband and coworkers. You and Aaron are
my kids. Calling me by my first name would be disrespectful. And
just because I know you and my son are involved and since he
can’t exactly get you more pregnant, his room is your room. You
might not be husband and wife but I think of you as if you were.
More than the husband Aaron’s told me about.”

“Speaking of bed, after that lovely meal which probably has
added as much to my waistline as the baby has, I’m feeling a
bit sleepy. Mind if I retire for the evening?”

“No problem dear. I’ll send Aaron in to you in a moment.”

“Well,” started mom, “congratulations. You’re going to be
a daddy.”

“You’re not going to chew me out over knocking up a girl
I’m not married to?”

“Haven’t you been listening all night? She’s the one at
fault. She’s the reason I’ll have grandchildren before I die.
I’m sure whatever she did to get you inside her was
irresistible. I wouldn’t expect you to resist. She’s very
pretty. Sure, it’s your baby in her. You helped some but in the
end it’s mostly her. Nobody seems to be suffering. Everyone’s
getting what they wanted. Just remember, if you treat our
daughter badly or fail to care for her, you still live with us.
We can still beat your ass.”

“Yes mother. May I be excused?”

“Of course. Don’t keep her waiting or she might take matters
into her own hands. Yes, we know what you guys do in there.
We’re not stupid. You might be a gentleman but not a perfect
one.”

“Good night mom.”

“Good night son.”

The next few months were great. Otilia grew bigger and bigger in
the belly and because her divorce was now finalized, she slept in
my room nightly. She kept her ring and since her husband had
given her his ring after their divorce and it matched my finger,
she gave it to me. We couldn’t legally marry of course but she
said it could be like a promise ring until then.

The night before school was to start up again, August 20, my baby
squeezed my hand with a grip of iron and told me her water just
broke and she was going into labor. Mom and dad rushed us to the
hospital. The baby was coming fast, lucky for all of us, and one
hour after we arrived at the hospital, our little girl was born.
We named her Olivia Grace. Grace was my mother’s name and
Olivia was a name that my fiancee had always liked. I was
officially a father!

For her father’s name, she had Otilia’s ex-husband’s name.
Didn’t have genetic testing back then. We knew though and
that’s all that mattered.

The baby and Otilia didn’t live with us forever. She found a
nice little apartment, a place I visited often, and after the
baby was weaned, Otilia got me nursing on her. It was a bit of a
turn-on for her and exactly what I’d wished for for so long.
With her breasts even bigger and more beautiful when she was
lactating, it was my turn-on as well.

Olivia grew like a weed. I did my best to visit as I knew her
“real” father was sort of missing-in-action from his
“daughter’s” life. I became the father figure she needed as
she grew up. Though I was old enough to marry her mother, Otilia
had decided we should remain only secretly married so as not to
confuse Olivia. It was fine just so long as I was the one nailing
the former Mrs. Rojas (and I did!).

In Spanish cultures, it’s common for a girl to have a
quinceañera when she turns 15. Literally a quinceañera is a
girl of 15. The honored party dresses up, often in a very nice,
almost wedding gown-like dress depending on the country, and she
and her family celebrate her becoming a woman. Many girls were
married by the age of 15 when the festival was first created and
even though they’d been bleeding monthly for years, reaching
the age for marriage was what was considered adulthood then.

The feast was huge with family from all over coming to celebrate
my daughter’s coming-of-age. There was food, there was music,
Otilia had really outdone herself for her little girl.

Traditionally, the girl and her father dance and then she dances
with other family. If no father is present, usually she will
dance with a father figure which was deemed to be myself. Though
it was a waltz, when the music ceased, she came in close before
whispering in my ear and dancing away.

“Meet me in my room when the dancing is done.”

Those words, what could she want to talk to me about that
couldn’t be said here? With the volume of the music, I
couldn’t imagine it would be too much quieter there. No matter.
I just watched her as she twirled and flitted gaily about the
celebration, loved and admired by all, the jealousy plain on the
other girls’ faces as today was all about Olivia.

When the dancing had stopped and other activities that didn’t
interest me nor required Olivia’s presence commenced, I made my
way up to her room. A minute or two later and she joined me
before closing the door behind her. This made the music only
slightly quieter but I could hear her.

“Hello, father!”

“What?”

“You think I didn’t know that you’re my real father. You
visit mom and I more often than the father whose name is on my
birth certificate. You have a ring, but I’ve never seen a wife.
Oh yeah, that ring matches my mother’s. Do you want to know my
earliest childhood memory? It’s you and mom having sex on the
kitchen table. ‘She’s too young to remember.’ That’s what
you told each other, but guess what? I did!”

“I’m sorry that’s your first childhood memory. Not exactly
one of my better moments.”

“You think? From all the noise she was making, I thought you
were hurting mom. But I couldn’t tell you to stop. I was too
young. Now I’m a woman and I know what you two were doing. I
found the tapes too.”

“The tapes?”

“Oh, surely you remember. Mother would keep one of her 6th
grade girls behind. She had a video camera recording the whole
thing. You popping her student’s cherry, mom teaching her how
to eat pussy and the two of you kissing over said girl. Then
you’d switch. You’d be on the desk, mom would ride your cock
and you would eat the girl out while the two of them kissed.
Last, mom would be on the bottom while her student used a
strap-on to fuck her and you would throat fuck her. You can’t
tell me you don’t remember doing something like that.”

“I might. Why are you telling me this? Blackmail?”

“I don’t think it will come to that. I’m just showing you
that I have evidence if I ever have need of it and you’ve got a
history of perversion. Mom is not any better.”

“I never said we were perfect. So if you don’t want money,
what is it that you want? I’ve been there for you.”

“I…want…you. Only you.” Her lips pressed against mine and
my mind went fuzzy. She was my little girl but she kissed me like
a woman. “Lots of girls are molested, raped or lose their
virginity at their quinceañera. It’s tradition. I thought,
‘Why shouldn’t I get to choose the worthy man?’ and then I
saw you. She placed my hand inside her panties and the moisture
my fingers found there was undeniable.

“You’re sure this is what you want? I am your actual dad
after all.”

“Of course, stupid. I chose, you won. Come get your prize
before someone finds and stops us.”

I’ll be honest, even though I knew she was my daughter, the
fact that she wanted me, her father, to have sex with her had
pushed me past the point of no return. I was already straining at
my pants and she still had her clothes on. She reached beneath
her dress and removed her panties and I unzipped.

“Keep those. You’ve earned a souvenir.” I held the
discarded article of clothing up to my nose and inhaled. I was
only physically making her a woman. The scent clinging to her
underwear told me she already was one after a fashion.

“Don’t get any ideas about eating me out. I’m already ready
and we might not have the time. I know you love to take your
time. I’ve seen you with mommy, remember?”

I nodded, leaned over to kiss her and drove the pointed end of my
spear into her flesh.

“AUGH!” my not-so-little girl cried out.

“Sorry, honey, did I hurt you?”

“Not so much as I made it seem. I was being melodramatic. Come
on now. It didn’t really hurt like I was told it would. Keep
going. Please!” How could I refuse those puppy dog eyes?

I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs until both of them were
on either side of her head. I had never tried it with Otilia but
I’d been told girls enjoyed it sometimes more than missionary
as it angled the penis directly into the G-spot. I kissed her
tenderly as her face was right in front of mine.

“I love you very much, sweetie. I want you to know that.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

“I’m going to cum. You’re so tight and wet, honey. You make
daddy feel really good.”

“It’s okay. Me too.”

Catholic like her mother, I knew she didn’t want me to pull out
so I emptied my balls deep in my little girl’s pussy. She let
out a small scream as she came and I felt a warm wetness against
my crotch. This was the fabled female ejaculation? Such a
turn-on!

I let her ankles go and they flopped to the bed on either side of
me. She was out like a light. I envied girls and their orgasms. I
never came that hard. Then again, she was also my precious
daughter and I always wanted the best for her.

5 minutes later, her eyes opened as she came to. “Fuck!”

“Yes, but language young lady. It is a succinct summary
though.”

“I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Truthfully, neither did I. Thank you though.”

“You’re welcome daddy. Consider it your reward for always
being there for mom and I these many years.” I looked between
her legs and didn’t really notice any of my sperm coming out of
her gash. I guess I had cum rather deep inside her. Oh, shit!
When I did that to her mother, we’d gotten Olivia. A blessing
sure but she had tricked me. With my daughter’s ankles on
either side of her head, I’d perfectly positioned her so that
my semen would drip down her cervix to any egg lying in wait.

“Olivia, honey…”

“Yes, daddy?” She said stuffing her sopping panties in my
jeans pocket.

“Did I just get you pregnant?”

“A Latina girl is always fertile, just sometimes more than
others. We’ll see.”

“Oh your mother is going to kill me if you are. I’d better
get out there before we’re missed.”

“I’m going to rest here for a bit, if you don’t mind.”

“Take as much time as you need sweet thing. I’ll explain to
your mom.”

“Good night,” and she slipped into a blissful, untroubled
sleep as I closed the door behind me.

I joined my darling Otilia poolside, the party not having paused
for the absence of the honored guest and her father.

“How was she?”

“She’s taking a nap. She said the party’s great but she’s
worn out.”

Otilia snorted. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I think we should make it official, get married for real. She
knows I’m really her father.”

“And yet she let you knock her up despite that.”

“You can’t mean…”

“Just as fertile as my first time with you. I guess she takes
after her mother more than she knows. When she asked if I would
be okay with her first time being with you, when she confessed
she was in love with you, I never expected her to go through with
it. I just assumed it would be her first painful unrequited
love.”

“I’m serious, we should get married. How long have we been
lovers? I’m definitely over 18 now. I’ve started a family
with you. I want to complete it.”

“With your daughter too, by the sound of it.”

“You’re both devious.”

“Didn’t stop you either time. Of course I’ll marry you. I
want us to be a family as much as anything I’ve ever wanted.
Besides, don’t you remember how much fun it was with my
students?”

“She wasn’t making that up? That really happened?”

“Of course, stupid. Now, how would you like to go pay Olivia a
visit, mommy and daddy? We’re going to have a great life
together, the three of us!”