Parent Teacher Date Night
I checked my phone. It was almost seven pm when I arrived at Miss James' house. I had dressed up for the occasion, and made sure to buy some flowers (after checking with Freya about her mum's taste). I cautiously pressed the door bell, suddenly feeling nervous and semi-erect.
As the door opened I was glancing down to see how visible I was. Looking up I saw that it was Freya who answered the door. Her tiny, pink dress did nothing to hide her athletic figure.
“Hi sir” she smiled “you look nice tonight.”
“Thank you” I managed to respond.
I noticed her eyes moving down my body. “Nice flowers” she said and quickly closed the gap between us. Her fingers lightly moved over my, now fully hard, cock “I'm impressed.”
Before I could say anything else her mother appeared at the door. “Freya darling, you're going out tonight, you better go check that your cousin is ready.”
“Fine, mum” the girl rolled her eyes, and reluctantly moved her fingers. There was a slight sway in her step as she walked away.
“Miss James” I spoke, hoping she hadn't caught me checking out her daughter.
“Please” she replied “call me Emma, unless of course you're turned on by calling me miss.”
This time I closed the gap, purposely pinning her against the wall, only a small bouquet of flowers between us. I leaned in closer, making sure my cock was rubbing against her apron, the only piece of clothing she had on.
I gently lifted her chin “oh, Miss James, I'm so excited to see you.”
“I can tell” she moaned softly into my ear “but first let me check on our dinner.”
“Okay” I reluctantly replied. I followed, enjoying the view of her exposed bum and thighs.
Soon we were in the kitchen. I carefully placed the flowers into a pre-prepared vase while she leant over the stove.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked casually.
“Yeah” I moaned slightly, my hand subconsciously moving down to adjust my trousers.
“That's good” she held up a wooden spoon and took a long, slow lick of the red sauce she was making.
“Aunt Emma” a shocked voice spoke.
I looked around to see Freya's cousin standing in the doorway. She was wearing a similar tight dress, this one navy blue. Unlike her cousin she was not so much athletic as she was a bit chubby. Not that I was complaining as my eyes worked their way up her thicc thighs to her exposed cleavage and finally...
“Ashlee?” I asked, looking into her familiar eyes.
“That's right, sir” she smiled.
My memory started to stir as I took in her face. She had grown her hair out since school, was wearing more make up than I remembered and had put on a few pounds. I couldn't help but smile at our unlikely reunion.
“It's so good to see you” I said genuinely “it's been... how many years?”
“Four years since I graduated, sir.”
“Wow” I managed to get out “you look... amazing” that was close, I thought. My former student and I was very close to saying 'very fuckable'. She looked into my eyes and I saw a new type of recognition. She knew exactly what I was thinking. Luckily I was save by Freya.
“Come on Ash” she grabbed her cousin's arm “can't you see they have a romantic evening planned?”
“Oh” Ashlee seemed disappointed.
“Don't worry dear” Emma added “you can stop by after you finish clubbing.”
“Thanks Aunt Emma” Ashlee replied “I'll see you later sir.”
“Yes” I replied, watching her walk out, arm in arm with Freya “I'll see you then.”
“Food's almost done” Emma distracted me from my thoughts “can you set the table?”
“No problem” I took the two warm plates that she'd set aside and started looking for some forks in the top draw.
A few minutes later we were both seated at the table, a large pot of red sauce pasta sitting between us.
“It's penne” she said seductively.
“It smells lovely” I commented.
“Thank you” she replied “however, I dread to think of it spoiling that suit your wearing. You needn't have dressed up so much.”
“Oh” I looked down at one of only two suits that I owned “I hadn't thought of that.”
“No matter” she laughed “just take it off.”
“Um...”
“Seriously” she leaned towards me “take all your clothes off, it's not like I haven't seen you before.”
“Yes, of course” I managed to reply. I stood up and slowly began to undress, carefully folding my clothes on a nearby bench.
“Good boy” she leaned back casually, lifted her glass and took a satisfied sip of her dark red wine.
A few minutes later I was sitting upright in my chair, my cock standing up like a ship's mast. Emma reached into her apron and carefully took out a small, square packet.
“Could you put this on for me?” she asked seductively.
“Of course” I took the small packet and removed the clear condom within. Carefully I placed it over my erect mast.
“Perfect” she purred affectionately while moving around the table “that's my favourite thing to sit on.”
I leaned back in my chair so that she could straddle me. I couldn't help moaning loudly as she slid herself onto my erect member. Awkwardly we managed to adjust the position of the chair so that we were both side on with the table.
“Now” she pouted slightly “could you feed the poor, tired real estate agent?”
“Of course” I managed to say, taking a fork as she began serving from the large pot into the small bowl in front of me. I held the fork up to her mouth. She opened slightly, but some sauce spilled onto her lip as the fork entered her mouth. She chewed a few times and then swallowed.
“Oh no” she said in mock embarrassment “how clumsy of me.”
Playing along I replied “oh yes, such a silly girl to spill her food. Let me clean you up.”
“Thank you, sir” she replied as I gently lifted the sauce off her lip with my finger. Carefully I put my finger into her mouth, which she sucked on enthusiastically. “Am I being a good girl, sir?”
“Yes, Emma, top of the class.”
“Yay” she responded, clapping her hands “can I have some more now?”
This time I took a large fork full with extra sauce. The result was worse (or maybe better) as the sauce dripped down on the top of her apron, some even splashing her cleavage.
“Oh, Emma” I spoke with fake disappointment. In response she bit her lower lip and began grinding her hips. “Oh, Emma” this time moaned with pleasure.
I continued feeding her as she continued to bounce up and down. Her front side was half covered in sauce when I could feel her getting close to climaxing.
“Oh, oh” she screamed “fuck me, sir, fuck your messy girl...” her words trailed off beyond language into a primal scream of pleasure as she came all over me, her sauce covered tits staining my chest as she collapsed onto me.
It was a few minutes later before she had recovered enough to speak. In the interim I had been feeding myself some of the pasta, trying to get my strength back. Carefully climbing off me she asked if I could walk her to the couch. Soon we were lying on the couch, me acting as the big spoon.
“Thank you” she said, the exhaustion clear in her voice “thank you for playing along, I've always had a weird relationship between food and mess. I think it's because my mum was quite strict.”
“No problem, and I'm here if you'd like to talk about it.”
“Mm” I felt the vibration as she purred “maybe later” she followed up with a yawn.
Several minutes later I could feel her sleeping in my arms. It wasn't long after that the door opened and Ashlee walked in. Looking over, I could see the mascara that had run down her face.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Um, not really, sir.”
Cautiously I removed myself from Emma without waking her and walked over to Ash. She seemed unfazed by my nudity and partial erection, so it must have been bad. Taking her hand I walked her over to the table and helped her into a chair.
Kneeling down, I first helped her out of the incredibly high heels that she was wearing. I could see her sigh with relief as I looked up. Holding one foot in my hand I leaned down and kissed it affectionately. Looking up I caught her eyes and said “m'lady”.
“Oh, sir” she looked down, new tears forming in her eyes “you were always so kind to me.”
Still holding her gaze “you were easy to be kind to.”
She laughed softly “the guys in the club, two of them, they used me. I mean, of course I let them, but I hoped they would stay after. But no, they just fucked my throat and came on me and then went back to the dance floor.”
Looking past her eyes I could see the dry cum on her cheeks, her chin and even down to her cleavage. I was imagining those young men cumming all over her, and it made me so hard.
She noticed me looking “sir, am I... disgusting?”
“No” I countered “not even close” I leaned back so she could see how hard I had become.
“Oh” she was intrigued now “but I can't handle another, not tonight.” I could hear the soreness in her throat as she talked.
“Of course” I stood up before her, holding out one hand “at least let me help you get to the shower and wash that off.”
She took my hand and stood up “thank you, sir.” She looked down at my cock “and don't worry, tomorrow you can put him wherever you like.”
