“WHO THE HELL IS IT?!” no sooner had James knocked only once upon her door did Mrs. Hiramatsu swing it open and open her big mouth to let out an even bigger yell. James nearly flew back from terror alone, but as he froze like a statue instead, fortunately that was followed by the MILF toning down her ire once she realized who was in front of her, “Oh, James, it’s you….how ya doin?” Just like that, she was smiling, as if the previous rage that was great enough to make her eyes go completely white had never been there to begin with. However, James wouldn’t dare comment on that, and instead tried to move forward, “I-I-I’m fine….Mrs. Hiramatsu.”
“Ah come on, James, I told you, when we’re not in school you can just call me Akiko. Do you have any idea how freaking old being called by my last name makes me sound?” Just like that, she switched over to glaring at him once that question was brought up, and James quickly shook his head and his hands in the hopes that she would know that he didn’t mean any disrespect, “I’m sorry, I forgot, REALLY! Look, if this is a bad time, I-
“Nah, are you kidding? It’s Spring Break and I’m free as a bird! WOOHOO! Come on in.” she said, and practically leapt back into her own house as she embraced the same bliss of freedom that all of her students were feeling….well, most of her students. One in particular had gone blank in the head as he slowly followed his teacher’s advice and stepped in. Closing the door behind him, James had to ask himself, “I don’t want to sound mean, but is she crazy or what?” He couldn’t help but ponder just what it was that made his teacher so nutty and unpredictable, but then his thoughts were halted when she suddenly called out to him from the kitchen, “Hey, James! You want some milk and cookies?”
“Yeah! That’d be great!” he responded, a smile now beaming on his young face. Just hearing an offer like that filled James with such a warmth that he never wanted to depart with. As he made himself comfortable, soon Akiko returned with a tray with two milk glasses and chocolate chip goodness. She smiled down at him as she placed it on the coffee table, and as James helped himself, she then said, “This is so great; for the next week, it’s gonna be nothing except what I want, and what I want is to munch on sweets, damn the consequences! Besides, I bet these’ll go right to my ass like everything else.”
James nearly choked on his cookie as soon as he heard that, but fortunately a quick swig of milk took care of that. However, his response did not go unnoticed, which led to Akiko to then talk about her seat instead of taking one, after a quick laugh, “Hahahahahahaha! Relax, James, I know my butt’s huge. How could I not?” If possible, James was now even more flabbergasted than before. Most of Akiko’s body looked normal for a lovely cougar like herself, from the long shimmering hair, to her lovely dark brown eyes, her lovely pale skin, and long and sleek legs, but as she stated, one particular area of her body looked expanded without even James’ help. Her wide child-bearing hips were only the tip of the iceberg that was her gorgeous bubble butt, composed of two cheeks that were as round as they were bouncy. With its size and the way it pushed out her red skirt, James wondered if she could have carried the tray of treats out while seated on top of her rump. However, that question paled into the one he was pondering after hearing a woman openly admit that her butt was big. WHEN did that ever happen?!
“I cannot tell you how pissed I get when I hear some young bitch going on and on about how perfectly tiny her pathetic little ass is. An ass that can’t shake is NOTHING to be proud of!” Once again, the wisdom of Mrs. Akiko shined through as she proclaimed that, and thus James now realized why she routinely through things at the snobby girls in class, all of which had next to nothing in the booty department. Also, he found himself agreeing with her, “I’m glad you see that to.” However, in spite of saying what he felt, James suddenly found his teacher looking very forlorn all of a sudden, and she then spoke in a quiet tone, “But there is one thing a lot of those brats have that I don’t.”
James did not know how, but he had apparently stumbled onto a rather tender moment for his teacher, and yet he did not let his guard down, fearing that one wrong step could land him right in the middle of an explosion of rage and frustration that could ram him like a speeding car at any moment, and yet he knew he had to respond. Gulping nervously, he asked Akiko, “What’s that?”
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