Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor

Duncan's mom had set up another tutoring date the day after next. He couldn't seem to find a way out of it. Duncan felt trapped in the arrangement. He woke up the morning of his next tutoring session hoping that maybe there had been a big snow while he slept. He crept over to the window and saw that not so much as a flake of snow had fallen during the night.

He decided during breakfast that the best course of action would be to not fight it. Let Miranda play video games and get her food when she asks, he told himself. By early afternoon he started to think about Miranda again. But this time his hormone-ridden mind was thinking about her body. Looking past her intrusive, abrasive personality, she had to be the hottest girl he'd ever spent so much time with. Duncan stroked his cock thinking of her curvy body and dreaming of ways he could be the one controlling her instead of the other way around.

In no time at all he heard the newly familiar sound of her loud clopping feet climbing the stairs. She was wearing a red sweater which fit quite snugly over her tits and a pair of black slacks. Duncan had his game system controller sitting on the chair pushed up to the television and a variety of snacks. He wanted to make this as easy as possible. "Let's play basketball," she said unexpectedly.

"Basketball? I don't want to. It's freezing outside."

"Don't be a baby. Yes, basketball! You have a rim on your garage, don't you?"

"Yeah," Duncan replied. "My dad put that up before he left."

Miranda, with sudden interest, asked, "So your mom's divorced. She's single, huh?"

"Ahh... I guess." Duncan was visibly uncomfortable with the question. "How are we going to play basketball when you're being paid to tutor me and my mom's right downstairs?"

Miranda opened his closet without asking and pulled a coat out. She threw it at him. "Get this on you big baby. Don't worry about your mom. I told her about this great one-day sale downtown. Emily and her will be gone for hours." The front door slammed only seconds after Miranda finished speaking.