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Why Won't You Call Me Mum? (Celina and RoleplayMaster)

Celina

Celina

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"I really hope they all did their homework today..." Celina said with a sigh as she looked up at the clock. 5 minutes until the bell would ring and her class would inevitably start pouring in. Or most of them anyway, she tended to have a few... stragglers. "Maybe I should be a bit... harsher..." she said lowly to herself.

Sure the kids loved her for her understanding and laid back attitude, but sometimes, she felt as if they stepped all over her. "Chris ALWAYS needs to go the bathroom at 8:15 AM. I mean... it just seems a bit convenient..." Still, she wasn't the type to openly criticize people, and as the bell rang, the door flew open and students poured in. Among them, she noted the face of her step-son, and she smiled brightly, particularly at him. Hopefully he had done his homework too.

Curtis had definitely brought something into her life for sure, a feeling to needing to be a mother. Okay so... maybe they weren't related by blood so she shouldn't have as strong feelings, but she couldn't stand being part of this boy's family now and not being able to be the maternal figure he needed. Though perhaps in his own thoughts, she was the 'motherly figure' he deserved...
 
Curtis entered the classroom, silent and doing his best to ignore his mother. Well, step-mother. He'd never consider her his real mum. His real mum had passed away a few years prior, and despite his father promising that she would never be replaced, here was his teacher, living in his home.

And of all people, did it seriously have to be his teacher? Now, everywhere he went, he was faced with the teasing that occurred with a teacher as your parent. Those that didn't mock him, talked about how hot she was. Which gave him very conflicting feelings. She was hot, and admittedly he had had a few thoughts of his own about her, before she had been intimate with his father. But while the sounds of them fucking a few rooms over should have eliminated his feelings for her, it instead only fuelled the lust and jealousy he felt.

He had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts, he barely registered sitting in his desk. He was a fairly quiet student, averaging good grades - usually Bs or As. But since her relationship with his father, it had turned into Cs and Bs. He stared at his phone as he waited for class to start, clearly not as involved with education as he once was.
 
Their relationship was... a bit strenuous to say the least. She had tried, time and time again, to be nice, to be a mother, and to be his friend. But she couldn't understand why none of those seemed to work... it was almost as if he was pushing her away every time she tried to do so. Not that she had any clue for his true feelings and what her relationship with her new husband was doing to him. In fact, that bright wedding band on her ring finger was probably an even worse reminder of what he had to deal with.

"Alright, everyone settle down," she said politely as the bell rang again a couple minutes later, indicating the start of class. "Please take out your homework and pass it up to the front of the class." She pointed to the whiteboard, where she had already written an assignment. "While I look over it, please do problems 1-10 and page 106 of your textbooks."

Probably another factor was the way she dressed. It wasn't provocative in its own right, though the tight white button up blouse and short black skirt certainly did wonders when fitted unto her curvy body. One of the youngest teachers in the school, and the nicest to boot, it wasn't uncommon for her to receive stares of course, but she just passed them over as she tried to focus on the task at hand. In particularly, she looked at Curtis, expectantly looking forward to see his math homework.
 
Curtis sighed as he read through the various pages on Facebook, finding a particularly amusing story before one of the students nudged him. Looking up, he realised what was going on and handed his homework to the student in front of him. Once Celina had found his work, she'd find it full of mistakes. Some simple, some not. Clearly a lack of effort, and it had been performed in pen - a 'nono' when it came to Maths work. With nothing crossed out, it seemed Curtis did all his work on the first try, not caring if he made mistakes.

Eventually, he pulled his textbook out and began to work, at least from Celina's seated position. But the way his face was lit in a light blue hue, it was clear that he was still looking at his phone despite having his pencil in hand.
 
"Thank you, Misty," she said to the last student with homework as she collected them from each student in the front row. At the same time, the students started to take out their books and get to the problems on the board while she sat down at her desk and started to go through them. While the majority of the class actually had their homework, a few students did not, the usuals. Sighing deeply, she'd need to call their parents later, as this behavior was really unacceptable, and she'd already talked them nicely about it.

When it came to the work involved, most of the students at least tried, though not all of them succeeded. Still, the effort put in made her happy, and she kept up her tune until Curtis' homework. "Hm..." Her eyes darted all over his paper, and the look on her face was one of discontent. Pen was just... not supposed to be used in this class! Not to mention his quick 'work' had clearly no effort put in...

Even worse, this was grounds for calling a parent, as he clearly didn't put in any effort ever. Though... in this case... she was the parent... and her face grew red with embarrassment at the thought of it. She needed to have a very strict talk with him. As strict as she could muster up, anyway.

"Mrs. Teller, Curtis is on his phone again," one girl called out, a particularly nerdy one who took it upon herself to always be snitching on everyone. The typical teacher's pet. At this, Celina raised her view and focused in on Curtis.
 
Curtis looked up when he heard his name, breathing out hard through his nose at the frustration of being called out. Pressing the button which would open another window, one he had pre-loaded before class started, he simply showed that the screen had a calculator on it. "I thought calculators were alright?" He asked obliviously, wondering if his lie would work. If it didn't, he didn't really care if he was honest. The sooner he was out of Mrs Teller's presence, the better.

"Fine, I'll turn it off." He said a moment later, turning it off and putting the phone in his pocket. Giving the nerdy girl the middle finger, Curtis returned to his studies, reluctantly doing his work finally in the classroom. He sat near the back, which normally was the best spot to skip out on doing much work. But one of the other students took it upon herself to be the class sheriff, making her extremely disliked. "Fucking bitch." He mumbled under his breath
 
Celina gazed at him as he seemed genuine, but she'd seen that look before. As nice as she was, she wasn't stupid. It was more that she didn't tend to go out on the kids that did things like this, considering her 'nice' reputation. Frankly, she didn't approve of the girl policing her class, despite all of the other teachers loving her. "Thank you, Curtis," she said, nodding to him as he put his phone away. He already had enough problems as it was, so she didn't feel like calling him out on it.

Course, that also lead to a few mutters about 'that's fair...' After all, being her step son, the kids misconstrued it as him being her favorite, nevermind the fact that she didn't play favorites in the least and let them slide with as much as he did. Course, the girl was all proud of herself having gotten him 'caught' and she went back to her work, though kept throwing her usual vigilant eye about the class. At least she didn't have super hearing.

Finally, after ten minutes, she had finished going over the homeworks and grading them. "Alright class, you have five more minutes for the problems," she called out, even though half the class had already finished.
 
Smirking to himself as his step-mother thanked him, Curtis returned to his 'work'. Doodling random pictures in his textbook, occasionally answering things on the problems that the teacher had asked them to do. He was coasting through school, and wouldn't even mind if he got a D every now and then. Every failure in this class, felt like a failure for Celina's teaching, which was a win in Curtis' book.

When she called out that there was only five more minutes left, Curtis began to look around the room, wondering how everyone else was going. Some seemed to be hard at work still, others were doodling like he had, and some were staring straight ahead at the teacher. He wondered why for a moment, before noticing one of the buttons on her shirt looked close to popping off. It was a curious sight indeed, and he couldn't help but watch too curious if it would actually burst.
 
For her part, Celina had no idea the middle button of her blouse, over her chest, was just about to snap. It could've been from the other day, when she had asked Curtis to do the laundry, and the blouse had gotten caught for a moment. Still, it likely hadn't seemed like such a big deal at the time, particularly if he didn't care. Not that she had any of her underwear in there, she still did her own laundry in that regard, as if she didn't trust him with it or something.

Feeling a slight cramp, she leaned back a bit and stretched her arms out, her blouse tugging against her hefty breasts, to the point that the button couldn't hold anymore. It snapped right off, bouncing off her desk and rolling over between on of the girls in the front row's feet. As a result, as she sat back into place, her shirt lay semi open, as if a window to her deep cleavage had just formed. And they could also see part of the white lacy trim of her bra prodding over the edges as well. "One minute," she announced.
 
His eyes widened slightly as the button burst, he cock hardening at the sight. The hint of her bra showing beneath her blouse, her cleavage begging to be released. It was yet another inadvertent tease from his step-mother, something he found quite annoying, yet hot. He wished he was not her step-son, being yet another random student perving on the hot teacher. Why'd she have to marry dad?!

While this wasn't something Curtis had done, at least, if it was, it wasn't intentional, it did give him an idea. A way to possibly embarrass her, or at least entertain him. He often did the laundry at home, especially when his parents were out doing couple things. So it wouldn't be hard to do things to her clothing, that she wouldn't notice. Smiling to himself, he answered one more question incorrectly, before it was time to stop.
 
The looks some of the students were giving her were certainly... interesting... Celina blinked at them, as if she had something on her face. She tried to subtly rub her face with her fingers, but didn't find anything. Course, at some of the distances, it was difficult to know where they were looking, and she had no reason to suspect a wardrobe malfunction. As a result, she figured it was just something to do with their math problems or whatever. "Alright, time's up! Hopefully you got all the answers in!"

Standing up, the peach of her skin was even more obvious contrasted against the opening of her blouse, and as she stood up, the slight bounce of her breasts was more than readily available to be seen, while it had tended to be hidden within her top. "Let's go over the problems one by one. Now, can I have a volunteer for question 1?" she asked as she turned around and start to write it out on the whiteboard, presenting her rounded posterior bound tightly within her short black pencil skirt. Despite this, there was a severe lack of pantylines available, possibly a hint that she wore pantyhose over them, though the boys could probably imagine their own scenarios.
 
Curtis, of course, was not going to volunteer for any questions. He was too busy watching his step-mother as she moved around the class. A few of the ballsier students were taking photos of the teacher, claiming to be taking notes by photographing the whiteboard. Smart. Noticing that the excuse worked, Curtis did the same, waiting until she was facing the class before zooming in on her cleavage to take the photo. As several students had already taken photos, it was not too noteworthy that he was too.

The nerdy girl that had outed Curtis' phone use earlier, offered up her answer for the question on the board. It was a simple question, but had a trick to it if you weren't careful. 15 + 15 x 3. "Ninety, Mrs Teller." The girl called out. Curtis couldn't help but snigger. "It's sixty. You times the 3 by the 15 first, then you add the other fifteen. The nerdy girl stared at the problem for a moment, crestfallen when she discovered her mistake. Curtis laughed again, as she couldn't tell him off for being wrong.
 
Peering over her shoulder, she noted the phones, though oddly, it seemed only several of the boys were doing it. "Uh..." she started to say as she turned back, staring hard at each one. At least until they offered the same excuse, to which she couldn't exactly say no. Besides, Curtis was also doing so.... maybe it actually would work. Any other teacher would give them flak for their bullshit, but she was far too nice not to allow these millennials to do things their way.

Still, she subtly tugged at the back of her skirt, fearing that it had slipped up or something, since they had taken out their phones while she was turned around. While she had been on the right path... her logic backfired and she instead continued to face the class as she stepped aside to let them resolve it, giving them all the time they needed to archive this once in a life time session.
The interactions in the back of the class made her frown, first because the overconfident girl messed up, and then because Curtis called her out and was right for once. Even though he never called out for any answer. "Yes, that's correct," she said, probably fearing Curtis would start gloating. Maybe she should move one of their seats. "Okay, next question."

Most of the class time would be spent going through the questions.
 
Thankfully, the rest of the class was uneventful, the male students and even one or two females grabbing some material for their respective wank banks. Hearing the bell for hometime, Curtis stayed in his desk and waited for the students to file out, and then for his mother to finish packing, before step-mother and son drove home. "God she's annoying." Curtis commented once on the drive home, talking about the nerdy girl that told him off. "Never bloody minds her own business."

"Did you want me to do the washing when I get home?" He asked after a bit of silence, with a tone of reluctance in his voice. He never liked doing chores, so sounding eager to do them would have been suspicious.
 
No one had the decency to inform her of her problem, and as the class up and left, they left her to her devices. A long, drawn out sigh came from her as class was finally over. It had been somewhat painful but they did get through it. Even as they went through the halls, no one said anything, everyone just stared, students and teachers alike. Luckily for them, none of the harsh old grandmas came around, who surely would've called her a harlot, as a way of letting her know.

So even as they sat in the car as they went home, her blouse remained open, drawing dangerous attention from passing drivers. One guy in a fancy porsche even had to serve to avoid a slowed down car as he stared at her from his view. "So irresponsible..." she groaned about him, but alas, what was there to do. As Curtis brought up the girl, she did agree but didn't say so. "If you're having problems with her, I can switch your seats," she said. Celina was already planning to do it but... she felt like she at least had to tell them first.

Though as she stopped at a red light, her ears perked up as she heard what he said. Though the very first thing that hit her was it was certainly an odd request, considering he had been so hesitant to do the laundry in the past, she remembered he actually answered a question in class, so... in her mind, she positively thought that maybe he was starting to turn around. A bright smile formed on her face as she nodded. "Sure, that would be so helpful, Curtis! I really appreciate it!" Perhaps she was more gullible than he had thought.
 
"Yeah, that would be good. Put her up the front and leave me where I am." Curtis suggested enthusiastically, hoping that her need to please him would drag the annoying girl away from her favourite spot. He hadn't asked her to do it, so the fact that she offered was definitely a good sign. "Dad working late again?" he asked her, never being able to keep up with his schedule. He had many late nights working, which meant that it was just him and Celina most nights. It was frustrating, having the teacher he had a bit of a crush on, as the only other person in the house. Not to mention that the few days Dad was home early, the two would be in their room fucking like rabbits.

Once the two got home, Curtis asked his mother to gather her laundry if she hadn't already. Once or twice, she had noticed her panties go missing, but with the missing sock or two too, that eventually he'd let get found in the machine, he made sure it was 'only a matter of time before they reappeared somewhere.' While he waited for her to do her laundry, Curtis gathered his own, as well as one pair of panties he had managed to ruin with his own semen. Absolutely drenched them in cum the night before. Hiding them under a shirt, the boy carried it to the laundry room and waited for Celina to bring hers.
 
"I'll see what I can do," Celina said with a nod. So in all likelihood, it meant yes, as long as that nerdy bitch didn't put up a fight. He knew she didn't like to fight, just about anything. Hell, if his dad hadn't stepped in, he likely wouldn't have done the laundry either. At least... not until now. "I'm afraid he is, Curtis," she confirmed with another nod of her head as they neared home, "He works very hard to support us, you should know." While her salary was fine, it wasn't enough to live off of in this nice town. At least, not the extent they did.

Getting home, she went to fetch her laundry and though she typically separated out her underwear from her clothing, she figured that if he was willing to do it, it wasn't so bad. After all, if she had been his real mother, he would've been doing it anyway. Still, she felt a bit embarrassed about it, particularly as she liked to wear white lacy panties with a few cute designs here and there, so she did her best to mix them up so it wouldn't be so obvious.

Bringing them to him, she placed her bundle in a basket for him. "Alright I'll get started on dinner, I'm really thankful, Curtis!" she said with a smile, believing they were finally turning a page. With that, she turned and headed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving him behind and alone.
 
"No problem, Miss Teller." He smiled, taking the basket from her and watching as she left the area. Shutting the door behind him, Curtis went to work. The basket she handed him had most of her school shirts and skirts, her bras, and a couple of panties. Smiling to himself, his thumb ran across the material of one pair, enjoying the softness, and the slight dampness too. Slipping it into his pocket, he found the cum-stained panties and left them to the side. They were damp, but with no visible markings to show they had been messed with.

The boy chucked the rest of her laundry into the washing machine, ensuring to adjust the settings as Google suggested not to do, to make sure the clothing inside shrunk a bit in the wash. It wouldn't go to child-like sizes, but it would be enough for more buttons to burst, or a bit more skin to show. Or anything in that sense. With her bras shrinking too, she may begin to believe her breasts are growing too!

Once her clothing was finished, he laid out the ruined panties on top, remembering how she had complained that her favourite pair went missing. They wouldn't be damp for much longer, but still damp enough for if she wore them tomorrow. And with how they were so soft and 'cute', he wouldn't be surprised if she chose to wear them tomorrow even if they were slightly wet.

Going out to the living room, Curtis laid out all the clothes to dry off, and then returned to the laundry, fixed the washing machine settings, and did his own load of clothing.
 
The whole time the dastardly situation arose upstairs, Celina unsuspectingly worked on making dinner. And by making dinner, she meant taking a prepackaged lasagna and putting it in the oven. She'd never been much of a good cook at all... and the last time she tried to cook something, they ended up going to a fast food joint to get rid of the horrid taste. Still, she was proud of putting out anything with any flavour, even if it wasn't homemade.

As the lasagna baked, she turned her head and noticed Curtis laying out the clothing in the next room over. Celina couldn't help but smile proudly, only seeing a helpful step son finally starting to grow a liking to her. "Very good job!" she called over to him, her smile never fading. Course, she also didn't know what he had done, and the blissfully oblivious woman went about preparing plates and forks for dinner. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!" she called additionally.

Even still, her blouse laid open. She really wasn't going to find out until she decided to strip or take a shower, it seemed.
 
Thanking her for the praise, Curtis gave a nod, laying out his own clothing too. "I'll go jump in the shower real quick and I'll be out by the time dinner's ready." Curtis told her. Pausing as he walked past her, he had an idea. As she prepared some veggies, Curtis walked up behind her, getting on his toes and reaching into the cupboard above her. His body pressed against hers, a noticeable lump running against the centre of her body. "Don't forget the salt and pepper." He warned, taking the two shakers, his cock rubbing against her ass on the way down too, and placing them onto the kitchen table.

He left without another word, but once in his room, he was in shock that that had just worked. His cock was rock hard, aroused beyond belief about what he'd just done. Stripping down, Curtis went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Now, it was tempting to jerk off, release the tension he felt right now. But he didn't have his phone with him for those beautiful photos he took in class. But he had another idea instead.

So when Celina called him out for dinner, she would find her step-son walk out, still wet from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. His groin area had a lump where his cock was, a noticeable outline for his erection. "Thank you." He smiled happily, sitting down and beginning to eat as if nothing was wrong.
 
Well, at least vegetables were something she could do! It was hard to mess up just cutting them up, it was simple math, of course! Though she definitely tended to get a little too anal about it and needed precise cuts, as well as long wind ups for insurance. They would take more than 10 minutes for sure, and so focused she was on them, practically bent over the cutting board and, by extension, the countertop, that she barely noticed him approaching, particularly with that expression of his.

It wasn't until she felt him prodding up against her that her eyes widened. What was that feeling against her butt? She heard his voice but couldn't place what that stiffness was. "Oh right..." she said lowly, feeling a further prodding as he moved down and away. A slight glimmer of confusion ran down her body as she inquisitively peered toward him, only to see him already gone. "What... was that..." she muttered lowly to herself, now not able to take her mind off of it.

At least, until the oven blared in her ears. "Ack, alright alright, I'm coming!" she cried out, leaving everything behind to get the lasagna out before it burned. So as a result, she went back to chopping the vegetables by the time he came downstairs, the casserole already ready to serve himself. Hearing him, she looked over to him to welcome him. But her words caught in her throat as she noticed that bulge under his towel. Not to mention it was very odd for her to see him this way.

A noticeable blush formed over her face, and another low stare made her realized what had rubbed against her. "O-of course..." she uttered in dismay as she quickly patted out of the kitchen and started to absent-mindedly start folding the laid out clothes, which were dry by now.
 
He watched Mrs Teller as she left the room, face flushed, and it make the boy smile to himself. He hated the relationship his dad had entered into, so ruining it would be a dream. How he did it, he was unsure of right now, but he had a few ideas for sure. Diving into the food, it was... decent. About as much as he could expect, if he was honest. But it wasn't that bad.

Once he finished, he went to his room, one that thankfully had a lock on it, and finally jerked off. With how much he had been on edge, it didn't take long, and soon he had ruined yet another set of her panties, the ones he had stolen from her laundry basket. Finding her in the living room watching television, Curtis quickly snuck into her room, folding her panties and leaving these ones on top of her pile, ready for tomorrow.

Returning to the living room, Curtis approached her and sat beside her, perhaps slightly too close. "So what's the plan for tonight?" He asked, wondering how much he could put her off, or turn her on.
 
Leaving him to eat by himself, Celina sulked in the living room, wanting to avoid him for now, hoping that IT would go down by itself. She was a teacher, after all, and she had also been through that phase. She understood hormones perfectly but... she couldn't exactly say she was ready to see her step son, the boy who she wished was her own, like this. Especially in front of her.

Of course she'd heard him in his room, it wasn't hard to hear moans when passing by. But that was a normal thing, in her book, and healthy for sure. Particularly if he didn't have a girlfriend. Which reminded her of something she wanted to talk about with him. As a result, she waited it out for him to go upstairs before taking her lasagna to the couch to each it while watching a lifetime movie.

And that's where he found her, still with a bit of the food on her plate. His question ambushed her, and she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "Hm?" The movie she was watching was, oddly enough, about a boy obsessed with his mother, in a VERY creepy way. "Oh did we have plans tonight?" she asked, scratching her head. When there were no plans, she typically just left him in his room, to do whatever he wanted. She hoped it was homework but...

At that point, the screen flashed with the boy pouring sleeping pills into his mother's drink, his face distorted into an extremely creepy expression. Though his talking had distracted her and she missed that part. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..."
 
Curtis glanced at the movie his mother had chosen to watch. It was a very... interesting film choice for her, to say the least. Watching it for a few moments, he heard her say that she needed to talk to him about something. Sighing, he had a feeling that whatever this was would be either annoying, embarrassing, or both. "Fine, sure." He said, grabbing the remote and muting the TV. "What's up?" he asked curiously, his eyes flicking down to her exposed cleavage for a brief moment.
 
She had her own sigh to take, which should've been very odd as they didn't really discuss all too much. Biting her lip, she started, "Curtis... I've really tried to be your mother since your father and I got together. I know we haven't been on the best terms but... I really feel like I can trust you now. I feel like there's a bond we're starting to develop." She looked at him just after he had glanced down at her chest. "I think it's about time we talk about girls. I know this may be embarrassing but... I think you're old enough."

Celina analyzed him, searching in his eyes for a response. She hoped he would at least be open to talking about it. "I know you don't have a girlfriend. Maybe I can help you find one?"
 
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