Teacher Tickled

Cathy was a teacher, but she taught kids that had dropped out or had to leave and wanted their diploma/GED. So, all her students were at least 18 some as old as 25. She had anywhere from 5-10 students. This time she only had three. All boys. Peter, Mark and John, John was both her husband and son's name.

These three boys however were the rowdiest class yet. They made crude comments and were constantly touching her.

Cathy was a bit on the heavy side, with long sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and wore glasses. She also had big tits and fat nipples that were often hard, and that was the main motivation of the boys as far as she could figure.

The boys were really acting up. It was the last class, and they wanted to leave early, but they had one more exam to do.

"We promise to behave," John said. "If you show us your tits."

This got a laugh from all three.

"Yeah, pull them out!" Peter shouted.

"Come on we just want a look," Mark said.

"Um yeah, no," she said.

"Why not?" John asked. "Are you embarrassed?"

"Are they ugly?" Peter asked.

"What? No!" Cathy said a little too angrily. "I'd get fired and then who would teach young adults like you?" she asked.

"Obviously we wouldn't say anything," Mark said.

"And we're all over 18 and no one else is here," Pete added.

"Still, I don't know," Cathy said. But thought I am curious about the reaction of an 18, 19 and 20-year-old to my 40-year-old boobs.

"They look really nice in the shirts you wear," John added.

"Nice one. Fine, you can look but no touching!" she said. Then walked back to her desk and lifted up her shirt. She hadn't been wearing a bra because all of hers were dirty and it was supposed to be a short day.

"Come on, Mrs. Reed, we want to see them up close, not 20 feet away!" Pete complained.

Cathy sighed and moved closer to the boys.

"Oh my God!" John said.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Peter.

"They're bigger than I thought," Mark replied.

"And look at those fat nipples!" John said.

"What are those bumps around your nipples?" Pete asked.

"I don't know. There's some medical term for them, but I don't know what it is," Cathy responded, loving the attention.

"All the girls I've been with had smooth whatchamacallits," Mark said.

"Areolas?" Cathy said.

"Yeah, those. I know you said no touching but I'm just curious how they feel. Can we all feel that area, Mrs. Reed?" Mark asked.

Cathy sighed again, "Fine". She couldn't let on how much she was enjoying this.

Soon all the boys had their fingers all over her breasts, areolas and nipples.

She moaned and then laughed as one of the boys poked her.

"Oh, are you ticklish?" John asked, poking her in the ribs. Cathy burst out laughing.

"Now come on boys. This is getting out of hand."

But soon Cathy found herself stripped and tied to her own desk while three boys tickled her all over. They loved watching her tits bounce all over. Well, when they weren't grabbing them, sucking on them or flicking her fat nipples with their tongues. They even lifted up her boobs and tickled her fat nipples with her own hair.

Her feet were tickled. Her armpits were tickled. Her boobs were tickled. They even tickled her hairy pussy. Then while Pete and Mark sucked on her tits, John licked her pussy until she came. Then one by one the other two ate her out while the others sucked on her boobs.

Cathy was then untied and forced to kneel and suck each of the three boys while two of them grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. All of the boys were pretty average in the cock department, although John was bigger than the other two.

After swallowing the come of all three boys, Cathy was stood up, spun around and bent over her own desk. Her ass as grabbed, pinched, tickled and spanked. Then she felt her cheeks being spread apart and someone was rimming her.

John got on the floor and pulled her onto his cock. Pete stood in front of her while she slobbered on his cock.

"Thanks, that should do," he said. Then Mark shoved his cock in her face. She sucked his cock and then felt her ass being spread. Pete had got behind her and was shoving his cock in her tight asshole. She cried out then got used to it. Soon they fell into a rhythm, and it didn't take long for them all to come.

After they caught their breath, John said, "Okay, were ready to take the test now."

Cathy not believing what just happened handed out the tests to the boys. Twenty minutes later they were all done. They all passed. They already knew the material. They just wanted to fuck her and play with her tits.

Before they left they all wanted to titty fuck her. She let them. They had gone this far, after all. By the end of it her tits were covered in their cum.

She cleaned up in the bathroom after the boys left.

She went home exhausted but satisfied. She wondered if her husband was ticklish. She might have to find out.

"Hey, mom," her 19-yqer-old son John said.

"Oh, I didn't realize you'd be home," she said.

"Gee, nice to see you too," he joked.

"Sorry, long day. Where's your father?"

"Fishing all weekend," John reminded her.

"Oh yeah. Darn."

John laughed. "What's up? You're acting kind of weird."

"Oh, some of my students tickled me before they left, and I guess I'm still reeling from that." Obviously, she didn't tell him everything that happened.

"Okay. I'm going to go play my Xbox."

"Wait. So, it turns out I'm pretty ticklish and I just wondered if it ran in the family," Cathy told her son in a rush.

"Don't know. Can't you like look it up or something?"

"Or I could just tickle you," Cathy said.

"Mom you're being weird," John said.

"Come on I just want to try it. I'll take you to Olive Garden if you're not," she offered.

"You're taking me to Olive Garden either way. Especially if I'm ticklish." John said.

The next thing he knew was he was tied to his in only his underwear.

"Really mom?" John said.

"What? I need access to your skin."

She started with his feet. Nothing. Then his ribs. Still nothing. Finally, his armpits. No luck.

"Ha, ha. can we go to Olive Garden now?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," she said and left the room.

She returned with a hairbrush, his electric toothbrush and some feathers.

Cathy applied the hairbrush to his feet and John burst out laughing. The results were the same with the toothbrush and feathers. Especially when she ran them between his toes. When she touched the toothbrush to his bellybutton that's when he really thrashed on the bed. That was the worst spot.

"Okay, you proved your point. Can we go?" he asked.

"But we're having so much fun," she said and grabbed his thighs and tickled her son.

"It looks like you're having lots of fun," Cathy said reaching up and tickling her son's balls. His cock was hard as a rock.

"Oh my God, Mom, what are you... Oh shit!" John said. Then she put the toothbrush on his cock. Soon a wet spot appeared.

"Ooh, a little precum for Mommy?" Cathy teased. Then bent down and licked her son's cock through his silky boxer/briefs.

She left and came back and cut off his underwear. Then watched as her son got even harder while she stripped off her own clothes.

Cathy placed the toothbrush on her son's balls and tickled the head of his cock until he shot his load. Then she tickled him until he was hard again. She then untied him and of course he went straight for her tits. John sucked on his mother's breasts while pinching her nipples with his thumb and finger. His tongue made circles around her bumpy areolas then used it to flick her nipples. They got into a sixty-nine and both made the other come. His mother swallowed his load while she came all over his face. They fucked in every position, and he emptied his seed into her cunt while he fucked her from behind. Finally, he too shot his load all over her tits. After a shower they went to Olive Garden. On the way home at a stop light, he pulled down her top and let some guy feel her tits who was walking.

Her classes got a lot more fun after that. And more crowded. It seems like the boys had talked after all. If they were too many students, she'd hold two or three back or as many as five of the good-looking ones and tell them they'd get fifty percent credit on the final if they played her tickle game. No one said no.

Her husband started tickling her too. And when he was away her son filled that void.

Both husband and son often brought their friends to join them.

Cathy a once normal teacher became a tickle slut accidentally when she showed her tits to some students. Who knew that was going to happen?