My Sexy Math Teacher
Ms. Mosshadah is Iranian by nationality, but she prefers to be called Persian. Ms. Mosshadah escaped with her family after the Shah of Iran left during the Iranian revolution of 1979.
You can tell that she’s very, very wealthy. She looks very Italian. I’ve never, ever seen her without wearing anything that did not have an Italian label. Whether we’re talking about the Prada bags, the Gucci clothes, or the amazing Italian and Swiss timepieces, Ms. Mosshadah made everybody know, without saying a word, that she was very wealthy.
It was not like she was basically bragging. Instead, there was a simple elegance and sophistication about her that really radiated comfort, confidence and the fact that she viewed the world as full of possibilities.
When I was serving as her teacher’s aid a few years after college, that was the lesson that I got from her. That money is not something to be embarrassed about.
The funny thing about American culture is that we are so focused on personal achievement that if we were to inherit money or otherwise come upon it through no direct effort of our own, that wealth is looked at as something suspect.
I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. There’s a reason why the vast majority of Americans think “trust fund babies” or “socialites” are stuck up or downright piles of shit. There’s this ongoing all too American concept that if you have money, you better have worked hard for it.
I don’t have anything against this concept on a theoretical level, but it ultimately boils down to player hating. Seriously. What’s wrong with somebody being born into money? It’s not like they worked for it, it’s not like they had a choice as to who their parents were, so why not just basically live and let live?
Unfortunately, as Americans, we’d like to talk a big game about being the land of second chances and being the land of ambition. The most common American mythology, of course, is that if you simply choose to work hard and you believe in the American dream, you will claim, eventually, your slice of the American dream.
For the most part, it’s true, but it’s gotten so ridiculous that it has reached the point of becoming an American state religion. And the worst part to all of this is that we have begun to compartmentalize, judge and stratify people based on their relationship to money.
Sure, there are spoiled kids that basically waste mommy and daddy’s money, but what does that have to do with other children who inherited their parents’ wealth? Don’t they deserve to be looked at as individuals?
Either way, Ms. Mosshadah embodied the very rich Persian-American princess. I mean, she always drove a top line BMW. If it got older than 3 years, she was telling me she would trade it in for the newest model. She would always take a vacation to exotic locales during the summer break.
Instead of feeling envious or jealous or somehow questioning whether she deserves all that wealth, I couldn’t help but feel inspired by her because you have to understand that the real value of wealth is not the stuff that you can buy. Instead, it’s the experiences that are both possible and probable to you.
Make no mistake about it, if you wanted to travel all over the world, you can. Seriously. Look up any travel blog and I can bet you that a lot of those travel blogs are written by people who simply live check to check. In fact, a lot of them admit this.
There are many travel bloggers who would save a few hundred bucks, take the train from one country to the next, get cheap lodgings, and do some freelancing or do some affiliate marketing, get another pile of cash going, and then they would take the train and go on to the next country, and so on and so forth.
There’s something exciting about that and it has nothing to do with how much money you have. It has everything to do, on the other hand, with your sense of possibility. And that’s what I got from Ms. Mosshadah.
She had a sense of possibility and she was not a snob in the sense that, “Hey, I have all this stuff. Fuck you. You are beneath me.” No. It is more of like, “I have access to this and it enabled me to tap into my sense of possibility. And this is my path, but I’m sure that you can find your path and we can share the same result, which is that sense of possibility.”
That’s what I have always gotten from her and that’s why, regardless of the fact that she was about 30 years older than me, I’ve always found her sexy. Plus MILF Dating has always fascinated me.
So one night, she was fixing to leave and I had this huge amount of homework that I had to hassle with. Homework really pisses me off because I’m a firm believer that it’s completely unnecessary. If you want to test kids, then use a pop quiz. Use a midterm, use a final exam. Don’t fuck up their daily routine by giving them homework.
You’re not doing anybody any favors from that shit. It’s just basically disrupting their learning cycle. If you don’t believe me, look at Finland and how they do things. Homework is not part of the equation, yet Finland kicks America’s educational system all day, everyd ay. It doesn’t matter what kind of scoring system you look at, Finland always comes out on top. It really blows my mind.
So I was hassling with all this bullshit and I hear this thick Farsi accent telling me, “So Johann, where do you plan to vacation in the summer?” So we got to talking and I was telling her I was thinking of Tahiti and I got a few bucks saved up. And then she started telling me about her experiences in Tahiti.
Then I asked her about her other travels and it seemed that the more I asked about her travels and how it related to her sense of adventure, the things that she has seen, her relationship with her parents, her childhood memories of Iran, I began to notice that the tone of her voice changed. There seems to be a sense of vulnerability there. It seems that she got into my wavelength because she knew that I was really interested in her.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I was interested in banging her, although I’m sure that was way in the back of my head because I am a straight, single guy. But I was more interested in how she grew as a person as she traveled. And the more questions I asked, the more stories she told, the softer her voice got, and the more she started looking at me with those amazing almond shaped, deep brown eyes.
One thing led to the other and I was basically doing her doggy style in that tiny room. I had to close the lights to make sure no one saw us because one side is all glass. I wouldn’t want to give the janitorial crew a free live sex show.
She was beginning to groan and I felt that she was about to fucking yell in ecstasy, so I put my hand over her mouth and that seemed to even turn her on because she was like a fucking gusher. She was really wet around my cock.
I mean, normally I wouldn’t feel it. You just feel the natural lubrication, but she was like really, really wet that I felt it on the side of my thighs. She was that wet. And she must have popped several orgasms before I shot my load up there.
There’s just something about that unshaved Iranian pussy that just fucking got me hard again so I flipped her. We did it missionary, and she was just grunting the whole time and panting for breath.
We still keep in touch, but the memory of that time when I was her teacher’s assistant really blew me away because she taught me so many things. This older woman showed me basically how to approach life. That the real riches is based on how you carry yourself, your experiences and how you transcend it through those experiences.
Life is a process, it’s not some sort of destination. It definitely is not some sort of fucking formula. And I have Ms. Mosshadah to thank for that realization, which I still treasure.