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The strain of that uncertainty was also beginning to affect their two kids, five year old Justin and three year old Trina. Professionally things weren't much better for Jess.

Getting ready to start his fifth year as an 8th grade science teacher at the local middle school, the downturn in the State's budget had facilitated the need to close several schools, one of which was the other middle school in the county, meaning Jess' class size for the upcoming year was about to double even though his pay would stay the same given the statewide wage freeze.

Several teachers from the school being closed had agreed to come aboard to fill some gaps, but none of them in the science department.

Two weeks before the start of classes, Jess got the phone call that the school board had hired a handful of retired teachers to work part-time as teacher aides, one of which was a 65 year old veteren of the area classrooms named Helen Conway.

Jess had never met Helen, but instantly detested the thought on several levels. While he was sure the older woman would take some of his load off trying to keep the extra students inline three days a week, considering what he was going through with his Wife, the female species wasn't very high on his Christmas list at the moment, and the last thing he needed was what he was sure was an uppity, know-it-all dinosaur coming out of retirement and taking over his classroom.

For starters, Jess didn't realize the magnitude of having to deal with five classes each day with 30 plus students in them. It was akin to teaching in a large urban inner city with the swollen class sizes instead of the normal rural Montana classes he'd grown accustomed to.

For her part, Helen had also been the complete opposite of everything Jess had dreaded when first told about the idea.

For a teacher that had full control of a classroom for four full decades, she'd shown an inspiring amount of grace allowing a young teacher like Jess to pilot the ship.

Even though Helen had shown comfort sliding into the role as 'teacher's aide', Jess found himself marvaling each day at the older woman's ability to hold the attention, and respect, of the tide of 12 and 13 year olds that washed in and out of their room, often times doing it with a mere gesture, nod of her head or measured edict.

The more he got to know Helen in between classes and after school, the more he came to understand just how important it was for her to be back to work as well.

As time went on sharing a classroom with Ms. Conway, Jess discovered as series of life lessons, both professionally and otherwise, that he would use for years to come.

By the Spring of their first year as teaching partners, Jess had even allowed Helen a chance to babysit his two kids on occassion when his Wife was away, shacked up with her lover.

The environment around the Tuttle house had grown so toxic after the holidays, by the time the Winter started to break, allowing his Son and Daughter to run around and enjoy the expanse of Helen's farm seemed to give the kids a new lease on life, and with their grandparents living so far away, someone in a crazy way to fill that role as well.

Naturally, the time spent away from school built a fair amount of trust and camaraderie between Helen and Jess in the classroom also.

Helen provided a mentor role Jess had never quite had, and in return he seemed to provide Helen with a youthful vitality she'd been yearning for without really even knowing it.

It was still two months however before the depth of their budding relationship became apparent. Jess' Wife was off on another one of her weekend trysts with her Boyfriend and he decided since the weather was starting to get nice to let his Son do some fishing on the small lake Helen owned while she entertained his Daughter with some crafts.

Unfortunately, five year old Jacob Tuttle had started asking some tough questions about the comings and goings of his Mom.

Put in that difficult spot, Jess did his best to be as forthright as he could with his Son without completely throwing the boy's Mother under the bus.

The rage, hurt and helplessness continuing to boil under Jess' skin the more his Son went on and on, he finally told Jacob to drop it, that they'd talk about it when they got home.

Not liking the answer his Father gave him, still in his church clothes, young Jacob proceeded to go on a tirade spewing a litany of not so pretty words he'd learned from other kids since starting Kindergarten that year, none of which he truly knew the meaning of.

The fact that they seemed to push his Father's buttons was good enough for the time being. Even though Jacob had been restless all morning in church, Jess hoped the promise of taking him fishing would have made the boy behave.

Sadly for all involved, the young man's need to vent about the anxiousness he was feeling trumped any desire to reel in a bass or two that afternoon.

Fed up, Jess threatened Jacob twice with a spanking and when his Son didn't take the hint, Jess was left with no option but to follow through with his threat even though he was at Helen's house.

A Mother of three and Grandmother of several more, Helen Conway had been raised in the 'old school' so she didn't have a problem in the least with Jess' course of action, in fact if Jacob had been one of her kids, she would have probably done it sooner.

Watching Jess disappear with his Son to one of the backrooms of Helen's house, Helen quickly Sheppard Trina towards the kitchen to make a very awkward situation a little less so.

Having spent a good many years as a teacher when corporal punishment was an acceptable part of the schooling process, Helen frankly hated to see those days go.

Making small talk with Trina at the kitchen table, doing her best to keep the girl's attention diverted from the goings on in the spare room down the hall, Helen got the vague but certain sense from the girl this wasn't the first spanking her older Brother had gotten recently.

The echoes of several flesh on flesh slaps billowed through the old creaky house as Helen cut a slice of apple pie for herself and the three year old girl.

Each slap was quickly followed by Jacob's voice rising in pitch and straining urgency that he was sorry for his attitude and choice of words.

Nudging Trina to get her to eat her piece of pie as the spanking continued, Helen finally took a deep breath and tried collecting herself when things fell silent in the other room.

What she saw when Jacob walked back into the kitchen was a changed young man. While the still moist trail of his tears covered both his beet red cheeks, Helen was certain it would be a while before another curse word slipped from Jacob's trembling lips.

With his slice of apple pie sitting in front of him, eventually even Jacob put his fork through the golden crust and gooey center before taking a hulking bite, signaling all would be well for the rest of the day.

It was well after Midnight and a gentle breeze was flapping the bedroom curtains like two lazy flags. Curled up and sleeping in somewhat of a fetal position on her left side beneath a sheet and light blanket, it looked as if her eyeballs were two spastic marbles racing behind her closed eyelids.

Her left hand cinched tightly into the pillow under her head, Helen's right began a blind crawl down the length of her body as if it had a mind of its own.

The exhales of wind swooping through the screen of the window every few seconds, the sleeping woman's feet started to rut into the mattress below, as if trying to gain a foothold of some sort.

The images behind Helen's wall of sleep were cloudy at best, but the feelings tingling through every nerve ending in her body were crystal clear.

For whatever reason, Helen's most virulent sensations of arousal came when she was asleep. Having been reared in a home by very strict and religious parents, any discussions of a sexual nature were few and far between.

Even after she married, it had been to a man from a very similar background as hers, and even though they did have three kids together, the topic of lust rarely came up.

From doing her chores around the farm first thing every morning, to teaching school, to raising her children along with everything else she was expected to do as a wife and homemaker, exploring her sensuous side wasn't something Helen really had never preoccupied herself with.

It was when she was asleep that many of those natural urges and longings would subconsciously begin to percolate through her loins and bleed to the surface.

Many a night the slickness of her arousal would leech from her pussy, soaking the crotch of her underwear before drizzling down the insides of her thighs.

That Spring night in bed was one such occasion. Wedging her right hand between her upper thighs as she snored away, Helen lips parted and a low, rolling 'oohhhh' sound began seeping from her gut when she grazed her fingertips across the puffy folds of her labia.

In her dream, Helen felt as if she was laying naked in a lush green field, her arms and legs outstretched as if in acceptance of a blinding white light that descended down upon her.

Every molecule in Helen's body pounded as the heat from that imaginary orb steadily engulfed her. Dreaming she was overcome and helpless, once she was in the safety of the heavenly aura, Helen felt safe unleashing a lifetime's worth of repressed want.

It was a frequent course of Helen's dreams, almost a liberating mechanism in a way, allowing her to sample many of the base instincts she'd hidden away in her mental catalogues for the previous six decades.

Flaring her fingers through her pussy as she bathed in the heat of her dreamscape, the pounding in every nerve ending in her body gradually became more narrowed and focused until it was singularly concentrated on the rounded part of her left asscheek.

Letting out an audible groan beneath the sheet each time she imagined a large hand coming down on her behind, Helen Conway's clitoris grew to the size of a throbbing pea between her fingers as she sleepily masturbated herself to orgasm.

The rumble of an approaching storm stirred her awake a few minutes later. Shaking the cobwebs out of her eyes as she saw on her alarm clock, Helen pulled her covers back and rolled out of bed to go and put her bedroom window down after hearing another grinding echo of thunder.

The instant the older woman's feet hit the floor, she nearly felt herself toppling over from the post orgasmic tremors still racing up and down her legs.

Holding on to the bed frame then the nightstand as she negotiated her way through the dark, Helen finally put her hands on the window sill and looked out to see the crackle of the approaching lightning in the western sky.

Almost like a teenager having wet dreams, Helen had grown accustomed to busting her nut, so to speak, in the middle of the night.

Feeling how raw and hard her pussy continued the throb as she braced herself against the window, Helen knew she'd just woken up from an especially potent fantasy.

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Getting ready to start his fifth year as an 8th grade science teacher at the local middle school, the downturn in the State's budget had facilitated the need to close several schools, one of which was the other middle school in the county, meaning Jess' class size for the upcoming year was about to double even though his pay would stay the same given the statewide wage freeze.

Several teachers from the school being closed had agreed to come aboard to fill some gaps, but none of them in the science department.

Two weeks before the start of classes, Jess got the phone call that the school board had hired a handful of retired teachers to work part-time as teacher aides, one of which was a 65 year old veteren of the area classrooms named Helen Conway.

Jess had never met Helen, but instantly detested the thought on several levels. While he was sure the older woman would take some of his load off trying to keep the extra students inline three days a week, considering what he was going through with his Wife, the female species wasn't very high on his Christmas list at the moment, and the last thing he needed was what he was sure was an uppity, know-it-all dinosaur coming out of retirement and taking over his classroom.

For starters, Jess didn't realize the magnitude of having to deal with five classes each day with 30 plus students in them. It was akin to teaching in a large urban inner city with the swollen class sizes instead of the normal rural Montana classes he'd grown accustomed to.

For her part, Helen had also been the complete opposite of everything Jess had dreaded when first told about the idea.

For a teacher that had full control of a classroom for four full decades, she'd shown an inspiring amount of grace allowing a young teacher like Jess to pilot the ship.

Even though Helen had shown comfort sliding into the role as 'teacher's aide', Jess found himself marvaling each day at the older woman's ability to hold the attention, and respect, of the tide of 12 and 13 year olds that washed in and out of their room, often times doing it with a mere gesture, nod of her head or measured edict.

The more he got to know Helen in between classes and after school, the more he came to understand just how important it was for her to be back to work as well.

As time went on sharing a classroom with Ms. Conway, Jess discovered as series of life lessons, both professionally and otherwise, that he would use for years to come.

By the Spring of their first year as teaching partners, Jess had even allowed Helen a chance to babysit his two kids on occassion when his Wife was away, shacked up with her lover.

The environment around the Tuttle house had grown so toxic after the holidays, by the time the Winter started to break, allowing his Son and Daughter to run around and enjoy the expanse of Helen's farm seemed to give the kids a new lease on life, and with their grandparents living so far away, someone in a crazy way to fill that role as well.

Naturally, the time spent away from school built a fair amount of trust and camaraderie between Helen and Jess in the classroom also. Helen provided a mentor role Jess had never quite had, and in return he seemed to provide Helen with a youthful vitality she'd been yearning for without really even knowing it.

It was still two months however before the depth of their budding relationship became apparent. Jess' Wife was off on another one of her weekend trysts with her Boyfriend and he decided since the weather was starting to get nice to let his Son do some fishing on the small lake Helen owned while she entertained his Daughter with some crafts.

Unfortunately, five year old Jacob Tuttle had started asking some tough questions about the comings and goings of his Mom.

Put in that difficult spot, Jess did his best to be as forthright as he could with his Son without completely throwing the boy's Mother under the bus.

The rage, hurt and helplessness continuing to boil under Jess' skin the more his Son went on and on, he finally told Jacob to drop it, that they'd talk about it when they got home.

Not liking the answer his Father gave him, still in his church clothes, young Jacob proceeded to go on a tirade spewing a litany of not so pretty words he'd learned from other kids since starting Kindergarten that year, none of which he truly knew the meaning of.

The fact that they seemed to push his Father's buttons was good enough for the time being. Even though Jacob had been restless all morning in church, Jess hoped the promise of taking him fishing would have made the boy behave.

Sadly for all involved, the young man's need to vent about the anxiousness he was feeling trumped any desire to reel in a bass or two that afternoon.

Fed up, Jess threatened Jacob twice with a spanking and when his Son didn't take the hint, Jess was left with no option but to follow through with his threat even though he was at Helen's house.

A Mother of three and Grandmother of several more, Helen Conway had been raised in the 'old school' so she didn't have a problem in the least with Jess' course of action, in fact if Jacob had been one of her kids, she would have probably done it sooner.

Watching Jess disappear with his Son to one of the backrooms of Helen's house, Helen quickly Sheppard Trina towards the kitchen to make a very awkward situation a little less so.

Having spent a good many years as a teacher when corporal punishment was an acceptable part of the schooling process, Helen frankly hated to see those days go.

Making small talk with Trina at the kitchen table, doing her best to keep the girl's attention diverted from the goings on in the spare room down the hall, Helen got the vague but certain sense from the girl this wasn't the first spanking her older Brother had gotten recently.

The echoes of several flesh on flesh slaps billowed through the old creaky house as Helen cut a slice of apple pie for herself and the three year old girl.

Each slap was quickly followed by Jacob's voice rising in pitch and straining urgency that he was sorry for his attitude and choice of words.

Nudging Trina to get her to eat her piece of pie as the spanking continued, Helen finally took a deep breath and tried collecting herself when things fell silent in the other room.

What she saw when Jacob walked back into the kitchen was a changed young man. While the still moist trail of his tears covered both his beet red cheeks, Helen was certain it would be a while before another curse word slipped from Jacob's trembling lips.

With his slice of apple pie sitting in front of him, eventually even Jacob put his fork through the golden crust and gooey center before taking a hulking bite, signaling all would be well for the rest of the day.

It was well after Midnight and a gentle breeze was flapping the bedroom curtains like two lazy flags.

Curled up and sleeping in somewhat of a fetal position on her left side beneath a sheet and light blanket, it looked as if her eyeballs were two spastic marbles racing behind her closed eyelids.

Her left hand cinched tightly into the pillow under her head, Helen's right began a blind crawl down the length of her body as if it had a mind of its own.

The exhales of wind swooping through the screen of the window every few seconds, the sleeping woman's feet started to rut into the mattress below, as if trying to gain a foothold of some sort.