It was a lovely afternoon, one week after Eugeo had left, and we were chilling in Sinon's room.

Our brunette hostess was lying at the edge of her bed, with her feet on the floor, casually browsing through a magazine she was holding above her head. She was wearing a black, jean skirt and a crop top the same color that left her belly exposed.

Asuna and I were lying on the couch, sideways, her purring in my arms, with her back turned to me. She was wearing her summer, white, one piece dress. I was wearing a white t shirt and long, black trousers.

Lisbeth was lying in a prone position on the rug, playing with her cellphone. She was wearing a red, one piece, long sleeved dress that left her legs exposed nonetheless. She was lazily swinging her raised calves.

Seven was sitting cross legged on a chair and studying something on a laptop. She was wearing her school uniform.

Leafa was wearing a white t shirt and green shorts. She was lying on her back, with her legs raised and her bare soles touching the wall. She was playing a makeshift game, throwing a tennis ball at the wall, then catching it when it bounced back before throwing it again. 'Aaargh, I'm so bored,' she moaned in boredom.

Sinon turned to her. 'You're free to leave, princess,' she said sarcastically. The blondie retorted by casually sticking out her tongue.

'Oh!' Seven exclaimed at some point, drawing everybody's attention. She turned to face us. 'Did you fellows hear whom Quinella's heirs decided to appoint as the new principal?'

'No,' Lisbeth answered, stopping swinging her calves but keeping them raised nonetheless.

'Err, you didn't have to answer,' Seven sighed. 'That was a rhetorical question; I intended to tell you anyway.'

'Hey, I'm Seven, I know a lot of stuff,' Sinon did an impression of the 12 year old.

The preteen was annoyed, but, being too mature to stick out her tongue like Leafa, she just rolled her eyes. Then she proceeded to let us in on the info: 'The new principal is professor Zeliska!'

We all were surprised. We had expected someone older to take up such an important position. Zeliska was one of the youngest teachers in the institute. I don't think she was beyond her late thirties. And very attractive indeed! She had expressive, red eyes and grey hair that curled a little at the edge.

'Oh, good choice,' Asuna commented while she was enjoying a caress from me and a kiss on her red hair. 'I think she's a really nice person.'

'Well, her beauty aside, she's not exactly my favourite teacher,' I disagreed. 'She often makes me meet her at the study hall at hours that are supposed to be free time, because she claims I'm a weak student and I need extra work and private lessons.'

'Or maybe she does this because she likes you,' Leafa stopped tossing her ball and gave me a meaningful wink.

'Come on, this is bullshit,' I laughed.

'Is it, Kirito?' Leafa raised an eyebrow, smiling. 'Is it?'

'Shut up,' I laughed again, throwing a notebook at her, which she evaded with a squeal.

With my backpack sloppily hanging from my shoulder, I was halfheartedly walking to the study hall. Another boring afternoon of 'extra work' was awaiting me. I crossed the hall's entrance.

The chamber was empty. Not that that was surprising. I mean, who would prefer to spend a sunny, spring, lovely afternoon like that indoors? Not even Seven!

But why was not even Zeliska here? Wasn't she the one who had called me there? Was it possible she had forgotten? Oh, God, that would be wonderful! But I decided to make sure first, just in case. 'Hello?' I called out. 'Is anybody here?'

That moment, I noticed a mattress on the floor. WTF? Why would anyone bring a mattress to a study hall? Before I could wonder this any further, I heard the door slamming behind me.

I turned around, shocked. Another, even greater shock, awaited me. Principal Zeliska was standing before me, wearing only a transparent nightgown that rendered her black underwear visible! She locked the door!

I unconsciously dropped my backpack in shock. 'Miss... miss Zeliska... what are you doing?' I managed to stutter.

'What do you think I am doing?' she asked in a low voice and started removing my school uniform suit.

Although I didn't really try to stop her, I asked her: 'Are you always so bold? Aren't you afraid of me reporting you to the police for sexual harassment?'

'You're too kind to do such a thing,' Zeliska giggled with determination, having tossed my suit away and proceeded to remove my shirt. 'Besides, I don't see why you wouldn't like to give me what you give so many girls!'

My mouth wide opened. 'You... know?' I stuttered.

'Whoever in this academy has eyes and ears knows what you do with the girls, Kirito,' she playfully scolded me as, having removed my shirt too, she knelt to lower my trousers.

Soon, I was left with my underpants only. Zeliska stood up and dropped her nightgown, making my jaw drop as well. Her body was awesome beyond conception.

My heart was pounding. Oh, God, was I really going to do it with my professor? Was I really going to do it with an older woman?

As if she had read my thoughts, she said: 'Less contemplating, more lying down on the bed!' And, with those words, she raised her leg and placed her bare sole on my belly, making me close my eyes and sigh in pleasure. Then, with her raised foot, she pushed me, forcing my back on the mattress behind me. I let out a small cry of surprise.

Zeliska got on top of me and we started making out. I groped her back as she held me by the neck. My hands descended to her ass and her thighs. Zeliska descended and enjoyed my chest with her palms and lips.

My desire to enjoy her front side as well was so great that I mustered the strength to turn her over and get on top. I kissed her neck and her belly. I planted kisses along her arm, until I reached her lovely hand, which I groped and kissed.

Zeliska overpowered me again and turned me over. Once more, we were making out with her on top. Suddenly, I broke the kiss and interrupted the action. 'Waitwaitwait,' I snapped. 'This is wrong. Just wrong.'

Zeliska raised an eyebrow playfully. 'Is milf action a taboo to you?' she asked, caressing my nape.

'It's not that,' I explained. 'So far, every time I had sex with a girl, we chatted a little bit first, we got to know each other better, at least at an elementary level. But now, we just went at it, without having ever chatted in our lives, without knowing anything about each other.'

'No problem, sweetie,' Zeliska chuckled, not getting off me. 'We can chat and get to know each other as we go.'

Past that point, imagine us making out, groping each other, rolling on the bed, with our legs tangled, talking with pants among our kisses:

'So, tell me about your childhood,' Zeliska enquired.

'I'm not complaining,' I replied. 'I was raised in an ok family.'

'How was your relationship with your mother when you were little?' she asked.

'I used to snuggle between her bare breasts or use them as pillows. In a totally innocent way, though,' I replied. 'However, when my sister had grown up enough to know how to talk, she was like I want mommy breasts too. So she stole my privilege and became the one to rest her head on mommy's breasts or position it between them. She had become mommy's favourite. That was so unfair!'

'Oh, poor little soul,' she pouted.

She interrupted our intense making out session. 'Don't worry, my little one. I'll become your mommy!'

'Really?' I sat up with a childlike smile full of hope.

'Sure,' she winked. She turned sideways and removed her bra. 'Come on,' she motioned with her finger. 'I'll show you what mommy's breasts are like.'

I lay down in a lateral position too, facing her. I leant my head towards her awesome chest and started playing with her wonderful boobs.

'This is mommy's breasts,' she whispered tenderly.

'I love you, mommy,' I whispered.

I don't know how long I enjoyed those undescribably beautiful boobs. Anyway, at some point, Zeliska descended and removed my underpants. My eyes widened as I remembered a very important detail! I didn't have condoms with me. 'Umm, mommy, please tell me you have protection!' I said, sweating in agony.

Zeliska got off the bed and stood up. 'Don't worry, sweetie,' she laughed. 'Mommy has taken care of everything.' Before my surprised eyes, she took out a wrapper from underneath her silky underpants. She tossed it at me with an abrupt, seductive exhalation.

As I put it on, I was watching her removing her underpants slowly, with her back turned to me, swaying her hips in a seductive dance.

'Comeherecomeherecomehere,' I cried in agony, quivering.

She laughed and approached me again. I got on top of her and started entering her womanhood. 'This is where you came out of when you were born, honey,' she whispered.

'Fuck where I came out of! Literally!' Yes, I did make that pun!

She seductively wrapped her legs around me. We fucked until the sun had set! I don't know how many more times I called her mommy. 'Mother and son come together,' she screamed, tossing her head back, as we finally reached our simultaneous climax, her riding me cowgirl style. Thank God the library was soundproof.

When we got out, in the evening, we saw some bypassing students looking at me with sympathy for being forced to have private lessons. We exchanged meaningful smiles. If only they knew!