My Pupil's Parent

I used to be a teacher, teaching in a primary school at East Coast. I have left the service a year ago.

During my final year at the school, I was teaching a Primary 6 class. It was quite a big class, with 38 pupils. I taught them English and Mathematics. I had to prepare them for the PSLE.

We had our first Parent-Teacher Meeting after Term 1. All my parents were anxious of their child’s academic performance and PSLE preparation so all of them had made an appointment to see me. Things were usual at the meeting, which was held on a Saturday. I was hoping that it would all end soon so that I could in-line skate at East Coast Park.

There was this parent I really needed to talk to. That pupil’s academic performance was extremely weak, especially his English and Science. He was from Chongqing, China. He had relocated to Singapore for almost 2 years but his English was still atrocious! I wanted to speak to his parent about his condition and be mentally prepared that he might have to repeat Primary 6 again.

A tall and fair-skinned lady stepped into my classroom. She was wearing a Dior sunglasses, a white long-sleeve blouse with blue stripes, a black tailored jacket and tailored black pants. She was wearing a pair of Staccato black high heel shoes. I could recognise the brand of her black leather handbag tucked underneath her arm - Prada. She was also wearing light makeup. I could not tell if she was the parent of which pupil of mine.

She sat on the chair opposite me and introduced herself as the mother of the pupil from China. She moved her sunglasses up and laid it on her hair, just like a hair band. I noticed she had nice, silky hair. After she had identified herself, she extended her right hand towards me. I shook her hand with a firm grip. I noticed that her well-manicured fingernails were polished. She commented that she liked men with a good handshake and lamented that many young people these days do not even bother to shake hands properly. I concurred.

Before I could comment on her son’s academic performance, she jumped the gun by acknowledging that she was aware of her son’s poor academic performance and asked me what could she do to help him. I recommended her a few ways to improve her son’s English. While we were conferencing, she proceeded to remove her jacket and placed it on the seat next to her. I could faintly notice that she was wearing a bright red brassiere because her blouse was a little translucent. As she leaned herself forward (I thought to listen to me better), the top button on her blouse somehow became undone. I could not help but stared at her cleavage which was playing peek-a-boo with my eyes from her plunging collar.

As time was limited (the next parent was already waiting outside the door), she suggested if we could meet up for dinner that day - her treat. Of course, I jumped at this opportunity to get upclose and personal with this parent so I agreed. We exchanged our name card (yes, teachers have name card these days) and I promised to contact her to confirm the time and venue right after the Parent-Teacher Meeting.

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I heaved a sigh of relief after meeting my last parent. The Parent-Teacher Meeting was finally over and I was looking forward to in-line skating at East Coast Park. I quickly grabbed my haversack and my pair of in-line skates left under my table in the staff common room. I headed towards the school gate and waited for a taxi by the sidewalk.

While I was waiting for a taxi, my cell phone rang. I reached out for my cell phone in my trouser pocket. I looked at the number of the incoming call but I could not recognise who that was. I answered the call and a familiar voice boomed into my ear.

It was the mother of my student from China. I realised I had forgotten to contact her after my Parent-Teacher Meeting. I apologised profusely to her for not calling her. She replied that she could understand as I just had a very busy day, meeting so many parents. Fortunately, she was a very understanding parent!

I told her I was heading towards East Coast Park so she initiated our dinner there. She asked me if I were comfortable having dinner at McDonald’s and I replied that I was fine with fast food. She said that she was shopping at Parkway Parade and it would only take her about 15 minutes to reach there. Just then, a taxi stopped in front of me and I hopped into it. I told her I just got into a taxi and I could reach there in 5 minutes. So she apologised to me because she would have to keep me waiting. I replied I was fine with that and we bid each other farewell and ended the phone conversation.

During the short journey in the taxi, I tried to picture what her topic of discussion could be and tried to prepare myself with politically correct answers by anticipating her questions. Teachers these days must be very careful not to say things that could potentially be offensive to parents. One complaint a parent make to the MOE and the teacher’s career could be jeopardised.

I also had flashbacks of her look. I remembered her business attire and branded accessories. She gave me the impression that she was a working but rich mother. I remembered she had light makeup on her face and she looked like she was in her mid-30s. In my humble opinion, she looked like a MILF and my naughty thought told me that I would definitely not reject making out with her.

I was quite aroused by then and my thought moved to her white translucent blouse, bright red brassiere and the peek-a-boo cleavage. Before I could proceed my naughty thought further, I felt the taxi jerked to a stop and a low-pitched voice telling me I had reached my destination.

I paid the taxi driver and alighted. I looked at my watch. I took slightly more than 10 minutes to arrive instead. Since she claimed that she would arrive in 15 minutes, I might as well wait for her at the carpark.

Indeed, I did not have to wait too long…

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AIRAIS

I heaved a sigh of relief after meeting my last parent. The Parent-Teacher Meeting was finally over and I was looking forward to in-line skating at East Coast Park. I quickly grabbed my haversack and my pair of in-line skates left under my table in the staff common room. I headed towards the school gate and waited for a taxi by the sidewalk.

I was quite aroused by then and my thought moved to her white translucent blouse, bright red brassiere and the peek-a-boo cleavage. Before I could proceed my naughty thought further, I felt the taxi jerked to a stop and a low-pitched voice telling me I had reached my destination.

I paid the taxi driver and alighted. I looked at my watch. I took slightly more than 10 minutes to arrive instead. Since she claimed that she would arrive in 15 minutes, I might as well wait for her at the carpark.

Indeed, I did not have to wait too long…

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Hi TS, I’m also trying to picture her in my mind… Oooo getting arouse too

Indeed I did not have to wait long. A white BMW pulled over to the pavement where I was standing. The window at the driver’s side was wound down and she gestured to me, pointing her finger at a vacant parking lot ahead. I nodded in acknowledgment. What happened next tickled me to bits. She spent the next 5 minutes trying frantically to reverse park into the vacant lot. I could not take it anymore. I walked over and offered to park for her. She got off, I got in and I reversed her car into the lot in a mere 10 seconds.

After I got out of her Beemer and handed the key over to her, she locked her car and joked that I could be a car jockey if I ever lose my job! Brrr, I felt a cold breeze and I was left speechless…

We walked to McDonald’s. Being a gentleman, I opened the door for her and we walked to a vacant table at a corner. I told her I would place the order and asked her what she wanted. She replied that it should be her treat because I had been taking good care of her son. Not wanting to get into a disagreement, I told her I wanted a Big Mac meal, upsized and sat down. She stood up and walked towards the counter.

What a rare rear sight. I could see her hips swaying right and left as she walked away from me. Her tailored pants looked quite tight and the curvature of her hip was so evident! I started to fantasise how nice it would be if I were to do her doggie-style!

Soon, she returned with our food. She sat down and we started chatting as we ate. The conversation started out boring and routine. We chatted about her son’s progress, or the lack of it. We chatted about how she could provide more home support. Then came the interesting part.

She shared with me her difficulty in providing home support to her son. Her husband was hardly at home and spent most of his time in Shanghai, China. Her husband, also a Chongqing native, ran a business manufacturing plastic pails and basins. The factory was located at Chongqing but the company headquarter was located at Shanghai. They moved from Chongqing to Shanghai when their son was 2 years old. But for the sake of their son’s education, they decided to move to Singapore. They felt that Singapore is a wonderful place that provides English-speaking environment in a Chinese-dominated society. They also set up a registered company here that distributed their products to other parts of Southeast Asia. As such, her husband stayed at Shanghai most of the time, overseeing their China business while she was in-charged of the Singapore and Southeast Asia business. She also said that she would return to Shanghai with her son only during the June and December holidays.

I explained to her that part of the reasons why her son might not feel motivated academically was because of the lack of her husband’s presence. Another reason was that his son was basically left unsupervised after school as she needed to work. She agreed and hoped that I could suggest some alternatives. I told her she needed to get a private tutor to coach her son after school. As for the need of a father figure, I jokingly told her to look for a Singapore “father” for her son.

I was left in a state of bewilderment and I almost fell off my chair when I heard her reply…

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I was left in a state of bewilderment and I almost fell off my chair when I heard her reply! She replied that I actually fitted into the dual roles comfortably. She reasoned that since I knew her son’s academic weaknesses, I would be able to help him improve. She also explained that her son had been sharing my classroom lessons with her almost everyday over dinner and thus she had the impression that her son liked me a lot so I would make a good “father” to him!

Of course, I could not accept her “indecent” proposal. I declined her politely, stating the reasons that it is an unwritten MOE policy that all teachers are not allowed to tutor their own pupils so that would get me into trouble with my school principal and “I did not know how to be a good father”.

She said she would be very grateful if I could tutor her son and she promised not to let my school know about such an arrangement. She said that she was willing to pay me above the market rate. She had confident that her son would learn better under my tutelage.

The focus fell onto me. She asked me why I was still single. I explained that working as a teacher was taking up too much of my time so I hardly had any time to socialise but I told her I did have romantic relationships in the past. She asked me why my past relationships did not sustain and I explained to her that I could not provide enough time to accompany my ex-girlfriends so I was eventually dumped by them instead.

Next, she asked me what I thought my ex-girlfriends were attracted to and I jokingly replied that my ex-girlfriends were attracted to my “bed skills”! I said that deliberately to gauge her response and reaction. She raised her eyebrows and gave me a wry smile. She proceeded to ask me how good my skills were. I replied, “For me to know, for you to find out!”

I told her I would agree to her request to tutor her son. She thanked me profusely and said that she was so grateful to me. She continued to say that she could feel I was a very caring teacher and the woman who married me would be so lucky.

So I commented that she must also be lucky to have married her husband. She shot back immediately, “No!” She shared with me that her husband was away most of the time and he only cared for his business and not them. She felt tired having to operate the Southeast Asia business all on her own. She said that her husband was like her boss and gave her lots of stress and pressure to increase the sales figures in this region. She found her life lacking of a purpose and felt guilty neglecting her son and not being able to spend more time with him.

Next, she asked me if I were a good swimmer and I replied, “Yes, I used to be my JC’s swimming captain!” She asked me if I would be available the next day because she planned to take her son to her club for his weekly swimming lesson. She said that she would usually swim alone in the recreation pool while her son was taking his 1.5-hour swimming lesson in the competition pool. She would feel more motivated to have a swimming buddy as compared to swimming alone. Of course, I jumped at this golden opportunity and agreed! Imagine seeing this mama with a sexy body in a swimming costume! What a turn on for me and I was definitely aroused then.

By then, we had finished our food and getting ready to leave. She asked me if I usually hang out with my friends on Saturday nights. I thought she was trying to hint something to me, so I replied that I usually do but not that night. I was right! She commented that the night was still early and she wanted to take a stroll on the beach as a form of relaxation and asked me if I would like to walk with her. Wow! I could sense something happening brewing! Of course I agreed!

By then, the sky had darkened and we had spent almost 30 minutes walking along the beach at East Coast Park. She shared with me about her loveless marriage and her anger at discovering that her husband was having an affair with a young Shanghainese. She did not want to confront her husband because she owed her success to him. She also did not want to jeopardise her marriage and family. She wanted very badly to keep this family intact, for the sake of her son, but yet could not fill up the existing void in her marriage. She told me how much she longed to be loved and cared upon, like any other women in a marriage. I could see her tears welling in her eyes. I saw a vacant bench ahead and suggested a break there.

After she had sat down, I took out my tissue paper and passed it to her. She wiped her teary eyes gently so as not to smear her mascara. I sat next to her and deliberately kept such a close distance, my shoulder rubbing against hers. Without any warning, she put her arms around my neck and her forehead on my shoulder. She began to sob softly again. I placed my arms around her waist and whispered to her, “It’s ok. I will take care of you.”

Upon hearing that, she embraced me tightly. Boy, I could feel her boobs pressing against my chest…

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I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to a fellow Samster brother who upped my reputation points without leaving his name. Whoever you are, if you are reading this, I would like to say a word of thanks to you.

Upon hearing that, she embraced me tightly. Boy, I could feel her boobs pressing against my chest. The feeling was lovely and heavenly. I could feel that her boobs were not small at all. At least a C cup, I thought. I could also feel that she was not wearing a padded brassiere. I could seriously feel her soft but firm boobs, not sponge padding!

I remembered a fellow colleague from China telling me that women in Chongqing and Szechuan areas are the best endowed women in China. So it came to me as no surprise that she, who hailed from Chongqing, was truly well-endowed.

The silent embrace lasted quite some time actually. I just froze there. I was not sure how I should react further. I did not want to overact and jeopardised a potential opportunity like that. So I waited until her grip loosened.

My patience paid off. She looked at me in my eyes and apologised for her “abnormal” behaviour. I replied that it was alright and she must have been keeping her tension within herself for a prolonged period of time. I added that it would not be healthy for her to restrict all her emotions and feelings inside. I told her I did not mind if she vented all her pent up emotions and feelings at me.

My cunning words were rewarded. She held my face with both her hands, moved her face closer to mine and stuck her tongue inside my mouth! We were frenching like there were no tomorrow! Her tongue was fighting for space with my tongue inside my oral cavity. I could feel her strong and powerful tongue overpowering mine. I felt like I was going to lose that battle so I forced my tongue into her mouth. She quickly protected herself by withdrawing her tongue inside her mouth. Many people described frenching as a tango between 2 tongues but ours were like a battle of a crusade!

I withdrew my tongue and started licking her earlobe. Slowly, I moved my tongue down the side of her head and straight to her neck. She started to moan softly. All that while, my hands were placed around her waist but I guess it was time for my hands to be mobilised for battle. I moved my hands from her waist up to her boobs. I fondled her boobs a little outside her blouse. She slid her hands to my hands and guided my hands to the collar of her blouse. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, starting with the top button, while I nibbled at her neck.

My slurping-wet tongue moved down slowly from her neck. As I was about to reach her brassiere, I could feel her breathing heavier and panting more. I lifted both her boobs out of the brassiere. For the first time, my eyes were staring lustily at her melon boobs!

I could wait no longer, I immediately plunge my mouth onto her boobs. I suckled on her right nipple while tweaking her left nipple. She was really enjoying herself silly! Her body was moving and her back was arching when I was working on her boobs. Her moans were also much louder than before.

All of a sudden, she stopped me and…

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I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to fellow Brother Sadesade and another fellow brother who did not leave his name behind for upping my reputation points. If you are reading this, I would like to say “thank you”.

I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to the following brothers who upped my reputation points:

1. Bangkok Master

2. Nightfall

3. Geminiz

4. and 2 brothers who did not leave their names

Thank you!

All of a sudden, she stopped me and quickly covered her boobs with her jacket. Before I could even start wondering why, there were 3 cyclists approaching in our direction from the direction behind me. When they passed by our bench, one of them spoke in Malay and whistled at us. Then they broke into laughter as they vanished into the dark.

Wow! I was amazed at how she could multitask - enjoying my oral attack on her boobs while watching out the surrounding for Peeping Toms! I wondered if she could also multitask on the bed while making love!

After making sure that nobody was in sight, she placed both her boobs into her brassiere cups and adjusted it. Without buttoning up her blouse, she covered herself up with her jacket, stood up and told me it was time for her to go home. I looked at my watch. Damned, it was almost 10pm. Time flies when you are having fun!

We took a slow and leisure walk back to the car park. We looked up the moonless sky above the sea and admired the stars. Something bright streaked across the sky! “Did you see that?” she asked. “Yes, I did”, I replied, “It was a shooting star!”

She stopped walking and closed her eyes. I knew she was making a wish. I do not usually believe such old wives tale but no harm trying, right? So I stood next to her, closed my eyes and made my wish too.

When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me with a sweet smile. She asked me what I had wished for. I asked her the same question too. She said, “No, I asked you first so you tell me first!” I lied that I wished her happy and good health forever. Of course I bet you knew that I wished to have sex with her. I guess she felt touched by my answer because she hugged me and kissed me on my neck! She loosened her hug and continued walking towards the car park. She shared with me how she knew her husband.

She was a fresh graduate from a university in Chongqing and he was recruiting marketing staff for his newly start up business. She told me she should have known that she had it coming then. He was her boss then and he kept trying to get fresh with her. Once, he told her to stay behind for overtime work. She did not suspect a thing even though she was the only employee left behind. While she was sorting out the purchase orders, she felt a pair of hands grabbing her boobs from behind!

She was shocked! She shoved his hands away, stood up quickly and moved to a corner. He stretched his arms wide and told her how much he loved her. Then he pounded forward and restrained her with his hug. She told me he was a big man, standing at 1.85m and weighing close to 120kg. She could not break free from his gripe. He carried her into his office and tossed her down onto the big leather sofa at a corner of his office.

After proclaiming his love for her again, he sat next to her and started grabbing her breasts…

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