Mr. Tucker

by Justine Elvira

  "I've missed this." His husky voice sends chills down my body.

  Landon has me ready to climax with just a few thrusts of his talented fingers. He's so in tune with my body and when he senses my body's response he quickly removes his fingers from my core. He pushes my skirt up until the material is bunched around my slim waist and then his sweatpants are being lowered and I can feel his hard erection against my backside.

  "I think you're ready for me, sweet girl."

  The sound of his voice is a powerful aphrodisiac and then he's lining his cock up with my center and thrusting inside me from behind. I'm forced to hold on to the edge of the countertop underneath the microwave as he roughly penetrates me, both of us unable to control the need we have for each other. Three beeps fill the room, indicating my pizza is heated and ready, but I ignore the sound, too worked up and waiting for what Landon will do to my body next.

  His hand releases my breast and moves lower as he thrusts inside me, over and over again with his long, hard cock that was made to pleasure me. My head feels heavy as familiar warmth spreads throughout my excited body. With one hand gripping my hips he dips his other hand down the front of my body until his thumb meets my swollen clit. He circles his thumb over my throbbing nub as he begins to kiss my neck again.

  "You feel so good, Savannah. God, I've missed your cunt."

  "Harder," I pant in response and Landon abides by my wish, hitting me deeper and deeper inside as he thrusts punishingly.

  I'm lost in the throes of passion. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my legs begin to quiver, and then I'm screaming Landon's name as I come all over his cock. He pushes inside me one more time as he groans out and fills me with his seed. The hand he has gripping my hip quickly moves to my mouth to muffle the continued sounds I make as I bask in the afterglow of a much-needed orgasm.

  "Keep it down, sweet girl, or River might hear you."

  Our home was built almost nineteen years ago when I found out I was pregnant with my firstborn, Meadow. It was an unexpected pregnancy but Landon and I were so excited to be parents. We had saved up enough money from living modestly those first few years and had enough for a down payment on our dream home. Our ranch isn't some fancy upscale home, but it's perfect for us. The four-bedroom modern ranch sits on almost two acres of land. Our daughter, Meadow, and our son, River, both have their own rooms and we use the fourth bedroom as an office. The office converts to a spare bedroom on the rare occasion my mother visits. I still send money to her when I can.

  The only downside to the ranch design is the house is one level. The rooms are basically on top of each other so you can hear everything that happens inside the walls. Our predicament has made for some interesting, creative lovemaking sessions between Landon and me over the years.

  I bite down on his hand gently and he hesitantly lets me speak. "Landon, we don't have to worry about River hearing us. He sleeps with the TV on. He probably didn't hear anything, and if he did maybe hearing his parents have sex will scare him enough that he'll hold off on doing the deed."

  I love my son but he's a typical sixteen-year-old boy. All of his decisions are made with the little head attached to his dick. Getting laid is on the top of his to-do list.

  "I've missed you so much, sweet girl. Never leave me again for an entire week. I can’t take the distance." Landon slips out of me and tucks himself back into his sweats. I slide my thong back in place and lower my skirt before turning around to face him.

  Even after all of these years he's still so devastatingly handsome. His face has aged, the lines and wrinkles are much more pronounced but for forty-eight he still looks fucking good. His hair is still styled in loose waves. He's developed beautiful silver gray hair at his temples and the color really makes his grayish-blue eyes pop. The flecks of purple stand out with the gray hair, too.

  He's not wearing his glasses, but when he has them on I can’t help thinking about all those times I was his student. I may have finally landed him but he still has no idea just how much he used to drive me crazy back when he treated me like just his student. He made me feel insane. Even now, when I'm feeling frisky, I role-play and pretend we're back in his class and he's still my Mr. Tucker.

  "I hate being gone for so long, too. This is the last one for a while. The next few projects I have are all here in Nashville."

  "Good." He leans in and gives me a chaste kiss on my lips. "Are you hungry?"

  "Starving. I heated up the pizza you left out and was just about to eat it before you distracted me."

  "You sound like my distraction was a bad thing."

  "Never. I love it when you distract me. I'll be ready for you to distract me again just as soon as I put some food in my stomach."

  He lets out a low growl and then leans in again, this time playfully biting down on my lower lip and sucking it between his lips.

  Dear Lord, the pizza can wait. I'm ready to have Landon again right now.

  My hands come up to his bare chest and I slide my palms up his muscular pecs, over his solid shoulders, and to the back of his soft neck. My fingers get lost in the hair at the nape of his neck as my lips caress his softly. We had our fast fuck and now I'm ready for him to make love to me. I smile against his mouth at the familiar taste of coffee and mint as our tongues tangle in a passionate way.

  I love this man so much.

  I'm disappointingly brought out of my Landon trance as the front door to our house slams shut and I hear the whiny teenage cry of our barely legal daughter. "Mom!"

  I sigh out against Landon's lips, rolling my eyes as I prepare myself for delayed gratification. Addressing our daughter I call back, "I'm in here, Meadow."

  I can hear her boots as she stomps on the floor, making her way into the kitchen. Landon takes a step back from me and adjusts himself in his sweatpants to hide his growing erection.

  Meadow storms into the kitchen and throws her burgundy suede purse on the kitchen counter. "Ugh...you're not going to believe what that man did to me tonight?" She moves to take a seat on one of the stools by the kitchen island.

  "Who?" I ask curiously. Her teenage mind thinks I have some impeccable talent for reading it. I've been out of town so I have no idea where she's been tonight or who she was out with.

  For the first time since she stormed in here Meadow looks over at her father and me. Her identical eyes to Landon's appraise me before wandering over to her dad. "Gross. I didn’t interrupt you two doing it, did I?"

  "No," I deny at the same time Landon says, "Yes. So please get on with your story so I can have sex with my wife."

  He's always been a little too upfront with our children where I tend to disclose very little. After twenty-three years together Landon and I still fuck like bunnies and unfortunately this is not the first time one of our kids has walked in while we were trying to get it on.

  Thankfully Meadow is used to her father and ignores him as she sets her sights back on me. "I was at the outdoor mall having dinner with a few of my teammates when Coach Thompson walked in and embarrassed me in front of everyone."

  "Coach Thompson. Is that the new coach that graduated from college last spring?"

  "Yes. He graduated from–"

  I interrupt her again. "Isn’t he the teacher that all the mothers in the booster club are crushing on?"

  "Yes, Mom. Most of my teammates and the other girls at school think he's hot, too."

  "I see."

  "Is there a point to your questioning, Mother, or can I continue?"

  "I'm sorry, baby, continue." She starts to play with a long strand of her brown hair and bites down on her full, bottom lip before continuing.

  "When he walked in he immediately spotted us and of course had to come over to our table. He's so damn nosey. Anyway, he called me out in front of everyone about my time at our last meet and how it was nowhere near my PR time. As if the man doesn't see me enough in his math class and at practice, now he wants me to meet with him one-on-one. He wants to work with me until I get back
to running the three-mile near my best time."

  While I want to listen intently to my daughter I can’t help but block her out as I'm hit with the feeling of déjà vu. Meadow is beautiful. She has curves like me but is tall like her father so she has long, toned legs that even a super model would be jealous of. The boys have been after her for years. If the rumors about Mr. Thompson are true then he's a gorgeous young man. I understand why the two of them find it hard to–

  "Mom! Mom, you're not even listening to me."

  I stop myself from confronting her about what I know and instead answer, "Of course I am, dear, but what do you want me to do?"

  "Can’t you get me out of it? You can pretend I have some religious conflict that makes practicing with him against my beliefs."

  "So you don't want to be alone with Coach Thompson?" I ask suspiciously.

  Her face flushes bright red with embarrassment as she tries to hide a shy smile. Clearing her throat she adds, "Forget it. I'll just handle it myself."

  In typical teenage fashion she hops off the stool, grabs her purse, and storms out of the room. We can hear every step as she stomps down the hall and makes it all the way to her bedroom before slamming the door behind her as she enters her sanctuary.

  "I don’t know how I feel about this, Savannah. Maybe we should call the coach and tell him she can't practice alone with him," Landon says concerned.

  "What good will that do? You were there two weeks ago when Mr. Hill stopped by to tell us what he saw. They're seeing each other outside of school, Landon. Stopping individual practices with him isn't going to change that."

  Mr. Hill is the old man who lives next door to us on his own couple acres of land. He's like our own neighborhood watch. A couple weeks ago he witnessed Mr. Thompson dropping Meadow off in front of his house, I'm assuming so Landon and I wouldn't see his car. Instead of it being a quick goodbye, Meadow and her coach stayed parked in front of Mr. Hill's house for ten minutes as they made out in the front seat.

  Landon drags a hand through his hair in frustration. "That still doesn't make it okay. I'm uncomfortable with the situation. She's our little girl. You need to talk to her, Savannah, and I should go talk to him–man to man."

  I understand were he's coming from but I also know my daughter is an adult, capable of making her own decisions. We raised her right and until now she's brought us no problems.

  "Don’t you feel like a hypocrite? You and I snuck around and did the same thing. Meadow and Coach Thompson are only four years apart. You and I were seven."

  "I'm allowed to be a hypocrite when it comes to our daughter, sweet girl." He grows angrier and angrier as each second passes. "Where is this relationship going to lead anyway? He only wants her for one thing?"

  Raising an eyebrow I glare at him curiously. "You mean like you only wanted me for one thing?"

  His face softens. "That was different, sweet girl. You were different."

  "Maybe Meadow is different to Coach Thompson. Maybe they feel an undeniably strong connection between them. We did." I move closer to Landon and wrap my arms around his strong torso as I look up into his beautiful face. "All I'm saying is Meadow is eighteen. She's allowed to make decisions for herself. We need to support her and be there for her when she comes running to us for advice."

  Landon's quiet for a moment as he reflects on what I've just said. "Yeah, I guess you’re right. Meadow is so much like you sometimes. I just hope she's as smart as you were back then."

  "Honey, she's smarter than I ever was. Now let's stop worrying about this tonight. I have a much better way for us to spend the evening and it requires us to be in bed naked. We can discuss how much Meadow is like me in the morning."

  My hands slip in the band of his sweats and I fist his cock in my hand, stroking his erection back to life. My lips graze along his chest and then he's picking me up, his hands cupping each of my ass cheeks, and he carries me to our bedroom.

  I forget all about my hunger for the pizza sitting in the microwave and focus on the hunger Landon stirs deep within me for his body. It's not until hours and multiple orgasms later that I'm finally sated and able to sleep, with the love of my life by my side–Mr. Tucker.

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  No.

  It's a small word that says so much.

  It's a word most of us don't use when we should.

  It's a word that could have kept my life on an easy path.

  No is the word I should have said...

  But it never left my lips that night.

  Now I'm torn between two men. One is tender, sweet, and dependable. The other is rough, dirty, and unreliable. One man will lead me to the life I've always planned. The other man will lead me to a life with wild new experiences.

  I'm in this mess simply because I didn’t say that one word at the right time. I couldn’t resist him.

  It would have been easier if I had said no.

  I should have said no.

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