Modest wife, I finally gave in to a boy

This is my first short story, and I decided to tell my story because I needed to vent, and I'm embarrassed to do it with a friend who might think I'm nuts. I'm 40 years old, I've been married for 17 years, and we have two children, 15 and 12 years old, and I'm the normal kind of woman, with a life like other wives and mothers. I'm a teacher at a public high school, and this year I had to teach a problem student, and Edu is 18 years old, and all the classmates told me to be careful with him, because he was a little outsider. After a few lessons I realized that he was an intelligent, sensitive and respectful boy who had just had a hard life with a father who drank too much and beat his mother. At the end of one lesson he asked if he could vent his feelings to me through the Internet at night. I added him that night and we started talking regularly. As time went on, we became closer and he began to praise me, saying that I was a very beautiful woman and I liked compliments. Until one day, he asked me for a picture of me with all my makeup on, and I said I wouldn't send it. The next Saturday, my husband had gone to play tennis and my kids had gone out with friends and I called Edu on Skype and he asked me again to send him a picture of me and I didn't think about the consequences and I sent him a picture of me in a bikini. He said that I was very hot, and that triggered my desire, but then my husband came and I hung up. In the next few days, we talked more often. Whenever I was alone at home, we called each other on Skype and sent him more pictures of me. We talked about sex and he sent me a picture of him, just in his underwear, with a huge volume and with his hand holding the stick, which should be hard. He told me about the sexual experiences he had with girls from school and I was impressed with his experience with the boy. I had more than 40 years of experience with this volume. I used to do one thing in the bathroom at night and I would masturbate to the bathroom, and I didn't go to the bathroom. I was going crazy. Sending pictures to him and masturbating was too much. For the next few days I didn't call him on Skype. But the next Saturday, again alone at home, I couldn't resist and I called him again on Skype and I got up the courage and asked him to show me more. He said that I would only do it if I showed him my breasts. I opened my shirt, and he said that I would only show him my bra. The worst thing was that the bra was lace and half transparent and he could practically see my thighs and my brown aurae. He said that I was leaving him on, and he turned the camera on and showed himself naked, only in bermuda, and then he started to turn it off, and then he showed me his panties. He lowered his panties a little bit, he liked to tease me, he showed me only his head, hard roll, talking to himself. I realized how huge Corrietta had to be. He wanted to show me more while I was kissing him. I opened my shirt, and he said that he would only show me my bra. The worst thing was that the bra was lace and half transparent, and he could practically see my thighs and my brown aurae. He said that I was leaving him on, and he turned the camera down, and then he started to masturbating me, then he started to show me his panties. And then my phone rang, and it was Edu, telling me to open the door, and it was at the door of my house, and I said I was crazy, I wasn't going to open the door, but I thought this, I had to open the door and convince him to leave before my husband arrived. I was in my underpants with a strapless sweater. I opened the door to convince him to go away. As soon as he entered, still in the hall, he pulled me against him and kissed me on the mouth. I retaliated. He put his hands on my back and went down to fill them in my buttocks. Then I told him that he had to go away. He then went down the bermuda, discovering his hard roll. Logical that I looked. It was huge and fat. I got static looking and he took my hand and took it to his roll. I held it and began to masturbate him slowly. With his hands free, he released the straps of my shirt, and I was with my heels having discovered, he began to pass his hands, holding them, sucking them, kissing them and I was asking him to go down until he filled them in my buttocks. Then I told him to go away. He went down the bermuda, discovering his hard roll. Logical that I looked. It was huge and fat. I got static looking and he took my hand and brought it to his hard roll. I held it and started to masturbate him slowly. With his hands free, he unfastened the straps of my blouse, and I opened my heels, and having discovered my he began to pass my heels, he started passing his hands, sucking them, sucking them, and kissing me, and kissing me on my feet, and I asked me, and I told him to let my feet, and he was going to let my knees, and in the hard rolling my feet, and in the hard rolling, and in the hard rolling, and in the hard rolling, and in the hard rolling, and in the balls, and in the balls, and in the balls, and I just a little bit, and in the balls and I knew that was going to stop, and I was going to give my knees, I took him to the living room. On the way I took off my panties. I said I'd let him scrub, but I couldn't penetrate me. I turned my back to him, and he with the roll between my thighs rubbed, sometimes touching the roll right at the entrance of my roll and realizing how drunk I was and insisting that I let him in. I rubbed myself now with my finger, now with his stick. I was hallucinating. I couldn't take it and with my hip I made a move backwards, he realized and forced forward and I felt the boy's roll go all the way into my little mouth. I was really crazy, I knew I was doing something wrong, I couldn't help it and the boy, with his strong grip on my little mouth, grabbed me by the balls. And I let the boy whimper, and in a little over three minutes I was able to fuck myself, like my husband. I got out from under him, and I walked away feeling guilty, and he was sticking his hard nut in front of me, smiling and talking about how nice it was to get in my pussy, and I was telling him to go away, and then he started asking to make fun of my ass, which I had made fun of and he hadn't, and it was fair, but I couldn't put myself at his mercy again, he was going to make fun of me again, and I wasn't going to resist, so I told him to make fun of my breasts. Despite his protests, the boy kept on masturbating and rubbing the roll on my breasts. My hands would press my breasts on his roll and he would go back and forth while asking me to kiss just a little bit of his roll, which was just a kiss and I laughed at the way he insisted, I held his roll, lowered the skin back a little bit and passed my tongue on the head of his roll. I went crazy with the smell of the sex of the boy's penis, I could not resist, I sucked it while he was stabbing it slowly. I stabbed it slowly and made those loud sucking sounds, driving the boy crazy. I told him to let me know when he was coming, and I kept sucking him, running my tongue through his bags, sucking him again, and all of a sudden I felt a jet of shit hit the roof of my mouth, and I pulled his roll out of my mouth, and before I could complain more jets of shit hit my eyes, my hair, my breasts, and I didn't know a man could accumulate that much shit. I hope you liked it, and if you vote for my story, I'll send you more pictures of me and tell you what happened next.