Tempting Tutor: A Harem Adventure, page 1
Rex Sterling
Tempting Tutor
Copyright © 2024 by Rex Sterling
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Contents
1. College Bound
2. Homeless
3. Family Reunion
4. Apology Tour
5. Bickering Babes
6. Trouble with a Capital T
7. Friend Zone
8. Making Plans
9. Just this Once
10. Frat Party
11. Fuck the Rules
12. August Surprise
Also by Rex Sterling
One
College Bound
Today was the biggest day of my life. With a little luck, bigger and brighter days loomed in my future. In one week, I would attend my first college lecture.
That was just one of many firsts to come. It was my first time living away from what was my home for the past two years. There were too many firsts to list, but I sincerely hoped one of those first involved losing my V-card.
I surveyed my bedroom, noting the things I had left behind. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, palpable and electric, as if the room itself were on the cusp of transformation, mirroring the excitement brewing within me.
The moment passed, and I nodded in approval. Everything seemed in place. If Bella ever returned home, she would find her old room much as she left it. The girl was notoriously prickly, and I feared her wrath.
I had stuffed what few belongings I owned in hand-me-down suitcases Mrs. Monroe insisted I take. They now sat in an orderly row near my open bedroom door. That I could fit my life into a few suitcases was as sad as it was admirable.
When one came from nothing, one had nothing. But right now, that was the last thing on my mind. I’d spent the last two years in virtual limbo. That ended today, and now wasn’t the time to ruminate on my hellish past.
“Is your stuff ready? Dad wants us to help pack the car.”
The voice belonged to my best friend and savior, Luke Monroe. I turned around to find Luke standing in the doorway. His mopish dark hair nearly covered his eyes but didn’t conceal his excited grin.
“It’s all right there,” I said and gestured toward the rag-tag band of luggage. “Are both your parents driving us to school?”
“Just my mom. Dad is working.”
As if on cue, Nora Monroe appeared in the doorway behind Luke. Her expression was hard to read, but she had spent the last few days vacillating between tears and smiles.
Nora placed her hands on Luke’s shoulders and gazed down at my bags. Her smile cratered as sadness touched her eyes, leaving her pretty face gloomy.
At forty-one, Nora was young for a mother of four adult children. I believed her birth certificate was a liar. Nora Monroe didn’t look a day over thirty, and with a body built for an Only Fans page, her mere presence turned me inside out. Her long, silky, raven-colored hair flowed over her shoulders like molten obsidian gleaming under the noon-day sun. Not a single wrinkle touched her flawless, milky white skin, and she had eyes so blue that, had I not known better, one might think were cosmetic lenses.
Nora wore a pair of form-fitting, Capri style yoga pants and a modest black t-shirt that accentuated her legendary curves. Her slender waist gave way to hourglass hips on the bottom and double-D breasts up top. Her simple V-necked t-shirt strained where her breasts left it taut across the middle, and I quickly averted my gaze as my cheeks flushed with sudden heat.
“Are you boys almost ready?”
A hint of melancholy touched Nora’s sweet voice before she turned a forced smile in my direction.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. “This is everything.”
Nora frowned. “What about your bedding?”
“It’s in the suitcase,” I said.
Nora sighed and shook her head. “I wish you would let me buy you a few things for your dorm room. You’re as stubborn as your mother ever was.”
I grinned. “Then I come by it honestly. Seriously, Mrs. Monroe. Your family has already done so much for me. You don’t need to buy me anything.”
“Matt is a simple guy,” Luke said. “He’s got all the basics covered. Trust me, he’ll be fine.”
Nora rolled her eyes. “Matthew, how many times have I told you to call me Nora? And just because you insist on doing things on your own, doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I held Nora’s gaze, losing myself for a moment in her vivid blue eyes before blurting out what I had spent a month rehearsing in my head.
“Two years ago, you took me in.” My voice cracked, and I paused, trying to pull it together. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t opened your heart and your home to me. You and Mr. Monroe saved my life.”
Nora’s eyes welled with tears, and even Luke couldn’t hide the emotion clouding his normally stoic expression.
Nora gave me a watery smile and squeezed her son’s shoulders. “Sweetie, can you give Matthew and I a moment?”
“Sure thing,” Luke said. “I’ll start packing my gear.”
Luke disappeared, leaving me alone with Nora Monroe. Every time we were alone together, it was the same thing. I became flustered and tongue-tied, unable to string a sentence together. Like her three daughters, Nora Monroe was, objectively, a goddess, and I was an inexperienced virgin. Pretty girls flustered me. Stunning beauties like Nora Monroe, and her three daughters left me twisting in the wind, unable to even think straight.
Since taking me in, she had treated me like a son, and I couldn’t help that my feelings for her veered into the X-rated category. Even in that moment, my cock stirred, aroused at simply being left alone with her.
Nora closed the door behind Luke, then turned to face me. She paused for a long moment, gazing at me as if considering her next words.
“Your mother would be so proud of the smart, handsome, and determined young man you’ve blossomed into. Jim and I are also incredibly proud of you.”
“Thanks Mrs. Monroe. Er… I mean Nora.”
Nora stepped forward until only a few inches separated us. She had to tilt her head upward to gaze into my eyes. “I swear, every time I see you, you’ve grown an inch.”
I stood just over six feet, two inches tall. That was a foot taller than I was three years ago on my sixteenth birthday. “I’m just glad I finally started growing. It sucked being such a late bloomer.”
Nora’s gaze traveled over my muscled chest and back up again. When her eyes settled on mine, her eyes registered with concern. “How are the growing pains?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I said.
Since moving in with Luke’s family and getting proper nutrition, my body had taken flight. My appetite fueled muscle growth, which rapidly layered atop my once skeletal frame. The manual labor job I took at Mr. Monroe’s construction company and my liberal use of the free weights in their home gym had turned me into someone nearly unrecognizable, even to me. When I came back from summer break for our senior year of high school, most of the kids Luke and I grew up with thought I was a transfer student.
Nora’s frown deepened. “Let me check your shoulders one last time, sweetie. Sit down.”
“I’m fine, really. I should help Luke pack the car.”
Nora pointed to my desk chair and shot me a stern, motherly glare. “Sit.”
The command in her voice left me no room to argue. Not that I didn’t enjoy her massages. I did — a little too much. Every time she used her professional massage techniques on me, I turned rock hard. Leaving my room with a massive hard-on wasn’t something I could easily explain away.
My stomach fluttered wildly, and my pulse quickened. Rather than argue, I slipped onto my desk chair and waited. “I’m doing the exercises you showed me. It’s really helping with the pain in my shoulders.”
Nora stepped up behind me, and her presence alone further agitated my growing arousal. “Good,” she said. “Keep doing them at school. I’ll come up and give you a massage every couple of weeks.”
She rested her soft hands on my neck and gently squeezed, igniting a wave of relaxation that curled
“Yes, ma’am,” I said and slumped forward in the chair.
Nora ran her thumbs down my neck and over my muscled shoulders, stoking my arousal like bellows to an open flame. “You have the video?”
My cock shifted, hardening in my jeans as it pulsed, rapidly filling my briefs. “Yes, ma’am.”
I had jacked off to the video so many times I lost count. Doing so had left a permanent imprint of Nora’s deep-stretch technique etched in my brain. I knew every frame of its fourteen minute and fifty-eight seconds duration.
Nora deepened her massage, working over my shoulders and neck as the heat from her body pressed up against my back. “That’s good, baby. I’ll send you another video just to make sure.”
My stomach flipped over with animal excitement. Another video for the spank bank? Yes, please. Wordlessly, I sank into the massage, letting my troubles float away as Nora Monroe’s motherly touch had hardened my cock to concrete.
Nora ran her thumbs up the back of my neck, and slid her fingers through my shaggy, brown hair, gently massaging my scalp before she next spoke.
“If you’re feeling any pain, message me and I’ll come right away. It’s only a two-hour drive to Ohio State. That’s nothing.”
As I melted under her magic fingers, my cock twitched and leaked a steady trail of pre-cum into my briefs. Words failed me as her fingers loosened every muscle in my body.
“That’s much better but let me give your chest a quick once over,” Nora said.
I mumbled half-hearted words of protest under my breath that Nora completely ignored. She circled around the chair and stood between my parted legs. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide, but Nora held her silence.
Nora pressed closer, stopping with her breasts an inch from my face. She grabbed hold of my shoulders from the front and traced her thumbs along my collarbone, gently massaging along the way.
Her warmth enveloped me, and her sweet scent filled my nose. It was a fragrance that reminded me of vanilla ice cream over warm apple pie, wholesome and maternal.
“How does that feel, baby?”
Her words floated through the air, sweet and fluffy, spiking my arousal into the stratosphere.
“Amazing,” I said.
It was a lame response, but what else was there to say? Had I tried to expand my answer, the words would have come out as gibberish.
Nora ran her palms over my pectoral muscles, gently squeezing and caressing away years’ worth of pent-up stress.
I kept my hands planted firmly on each knee, fighting the urge to grab Nora’s round, thick ass and give it a full-bodied squeeze. Visions of my hand sliding inside her t-shirt and squeezing her bra-clad mounds, broke through my resistance and my cock pulsed so hard it was impossible that Nora hadn’t noticed.
Nora continued, gliding her hands over my chest and up my shoulders before once again, sliding her fingers through my hair.
“You seem much more relaxed,” Nora said.
I nodded and licked the cottony dryness from my lips. “You’ve not done the head massage before.”
Nora giggled. “Oh, that. Yeah. I stole that from my hair stylist. She gives the best scalp massages.”
A sharp knocking came at the door, but Nora didn’t flinch, and I resisted the urge to jump up, overwhelmed by guilt.
The selfish side of me let Nora handle the interruption as she continued the informal massage, undeterred.
“Come in,” she said.
The door creaked open, and a frustrated sigh shattered our private moment.
“Jeez, Nora. Leave the poor kid alone.”
It was Jim Monroe’s voice, but the sight of his wife running her fingers through my hair didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
“He has growing pains,” Nora said. “They don’t just go away on their own.”
“Fine,” he said. “Let me grab Matt’s bags and I’ll finish packing the car. I’ve got to head out to the project site.”
The world snapped back into focus, and I realized how the scene must look. “I’m much better now, Mrs. Monroe. You can stop.”
Nora pursed her pink, full lips and narrowed her eyes, studying me like one would a lab specimen. “Fine but promise me you’ll keep doing those exercises I showed you.”
“I promise,” I said.
Nora’s gaze flickered to the bulge in my pants before she settled her eyes on her husband. “Take the heavy bag. Matthew can take the other two. He’ll be there in just a minute.”
“Roger that,” Jim said.
He pushed the door all the way open and grabbed the heaviest suitcase with a grunt. Nora backed away and came around the chair before sitting down on the edge of my bed.
I took the break to adjust my raging cock, positioning it in such a way that it stayed as hidden as possible. Satisfied, I stood and went around the chair to grab my last two suitcases.
Nora watched me, stealing furtive glances toward my still hard cock. “Sweetie, there’s one more thing I want to ask, and you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Was this her way of buying time so I wouldn’t have to face her husband and son sporting a monster hard-on?
“Ask away, Mrs. Monroe.”
Nora shifted on the bed and folded one long limber leg over the other and gave me a concerned stare. “Have you heard anything from your father?”
I winced as if physically struck. After their divorce when I was two, my father was absent from my life until cancer took my mother’s life. Even then, he disavowed me, telling the courts that I wasn’t his real son. A DNA test disproved that notion, but still my father refused to have anything to do with me. I served a year in his house, enduring his verbal abuse before Luke’s parents took me in.
“Thankfully, no. It’s been a year since he even tried reaching out.”
Nora sighed as if with relief. “Good. I thought he might make trouble for you. I’m glad I was wrong.”
“Why would he make trouble for me now? He wants nothing to do with me.”
“Because he’s spiteful and filled with hate. Why does he do any of the awful things he’s done? I don’t trust him not to sabotage your future.”
“Thankfully, that chapter of my life is over. It’s time for a fresh start.”
Nora smiled, stood, and pulled me into a hug. She gave me frequent hugs, and I never grew tired of receiving them.
Her warm body pressed against mine, and I was aware of her massive breasts pressed tightly against my chest. Still, I squeezed her back, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and drawing her close.
Her sweet scent enveloped me, and my head buzzed with untethered desire.
“Thanks for everything,” I said, whispering into her ear.
Nora sniffled, and I felt her warm lips high on my cheek. “I love you, baby,” she said, whispering back. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Two
Homeless
The drive from Cincinnati to Columbus took a little over two hours. Since Luke had more stuff than me, we moved him in first. His dorm was just down the road from mine. Our pick of dorms and that we weren’t rooming together were decisions we made intentionally.
Moving Luke in took a little longer than I expected, since Nora made a fuss with the decorations and posters. She also made his bed for him, hung his posters, and managed a dozen other details that wouldn’t have dawned on Luke.
Still, by mid-morning, we settled Luke into his new dorm room before making the short drive down the street from Baker Hall West to Baker Hall East.
The three of us hauled what few items I owned onto the elevator we crammed into with the deluge of freshman all moving in at the same time. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived on the third floor.
Nora scanned the hallway ahead while Luke and I followed close behind, lugging my suitcases. I had to force myself not to steal glances at her ass, and mostly succeeded.
Nora scanned the narrow hallway ahead. “What’s your room number, sweetheart?”
“I’m in room 369,” I said.
Luke chuckled. “Dude, sixty-nine? That’s an awesome room number.”
Nora gazed over her shoulder, staring daggers at her son. “Really, Luke?”
