Investigating the S.L.A.V.E school (Part 3) [F] [F watching Fm(inc)]

Anabelle Smith’s Mother expressed over the phone that she would love to have me over, and that she and her husband were so glad teachers were taking an interest in their feelings about high-school education. Perhaps they wish for a better life? Maybe they want some famous investigator *(Say, someone named May Lovelace, ahem, me),* to get them out in exchange for protection. As nice as that sounds, i am quickly losing faith in the people of this town.

A white house with sturdy construction, with a small single-car garage. It looked to be a house for a prospering family: A Mother, a Father, a few kids and nice dog. The yard was flat and neatly trimmed to an expert degree.

A red wooden door was all that stood between me and where the dark magic happens, where propaganda and local government influence may have turned these people into savages.

“Hiiiii!” Mrs. Smith greeted me, a movie-star quality beauty, with killer hips and curly bleach-blonde hair, obviously not more done-up than any other day.

“Hiiii!” I replicated the greeting. I was enthused and excited to be here, but not to improve her daughters education. She seemed excited to have me here, but i don’t look anything like what she expected.

It was only after stepping inside the house that i realized Mrs. Smith was pregnant.

“Oh my! How far are you along?” I asked. Jesus christ, this woman handled pregnancy **well.**

“7 months now. Anabelle is my oldest, oh she’s such a sweet heart! I can’t get enough kids.” Mrs. Smith said.

*yeah neither can the men of this town.*

“Oh of course! Me and my husband moved here recently. We are going to have to have kids very soon!” I said. God. I never thought i’d be so good at this. *Never thought i’d find some married pregnant bimbo attractive either! So that’s new.*

Sitting down on the couch, we decided to get down to business. Mrs. Smith sat across the room from me, wearing a small skirt, and a large blouse. Her belly protruded out, and so did her breasts, hanging freely in her blouse. I wanted to suck on them. I could see her wet spot on her panties, looking of similar design to the high-school uniform panties, continously teasing her with every move. I wanted to lick her.

“So i have a notepad here with some of my questions. You don’t have to answer all of them if you don’t want to or if you feel it is too personal.”

“Alright.” She cheerfully said.

“To start, I’d like to ask how you feel about Anabelle’s high school experiance so far?”

“Oh it’s been just so amazing for her. Her father is very happy with how she’s coming along. She works hard and is so enthusiastic, we have only the talented teachers to thank for that.” Mrs. Smith smiled.

“So do you feel there’s been no problems at all?” I asked.

“Well… there is a few issues. One major one of them. The school board is highly political and heavy on competition for quarterly seats and votes. Our parties have been fighting since forever.”

“I’m sorry, our parties?” I asked.

“Oh, no I’m sorry i forgot you were new in town! There are two major politcal parties. The Nuke’s and The Breeders. The Nukes want to raise classy, faithful and loyal girls. Girls meant for a single man, virgin, and of good nature.

“Breeders are different. We understand them, but we disagree. Breeders think education should go farther. They’re animals, honestly honey. They are way to close too instinct. My girl should not be learning her way around a man at school, she should be learning right here at home by my husbands choice. Anyway, i won’t ask you to join the Nukes, obviously. I just want the school board to pick a side, any side, and go with it. They are far too much in a limbo land.”

“Well this is very interesting.” I said. “I was completely unaware of the conflict thus far. So can you give me an example of the conflict on the board affecting Anabelle’s education?”

“Oh of course! Last year, fourth quarter in late december, they informed us that Anabelle’s class year would be required to be of free-use for all of the teachers’ pleasure in order to graduate. We were destroyed by the news, that definitely is not the way my husband wanted Anabelle to be introduced to real cock. But, it never happened, it all came down to only a single vote. If anything, we were thinking we might introduce her ourselves before she got married after high-school. You know, the Breeders, they don’t even want marriage. They want total chaos! You can’t run a real community off of chaos!” Mrs. Smith yelled.

A silence filled the room.

“Oh i’m dreadfully sorry. I just get so worked up over them. I hope you understand.”

“Oh of course i do Mrs. Smith, please it’s no matter! i’m glad to listen. Why don’t i change the subject a bit? How do you feel about… girl-on-girl contact, at school or in the home?” I asked.

“Oh, its wonderful! Nothing is better for a young girl’s education that a smooth introduction to sexual life. Plus, men love a good little bisexual.” Mrs. Smith laughed and smiled with a wink.

“I haven’t done anything with my daughter, but I couldn’t be mad at any woman for doing her before me. You could have some fun with her sometime if you’d like, in class or out.” Mrs. Smith smiled.

*Half an hour in this woman’s home and she just invited me to have sex with her daughter. And she is getting wetter. Oh my god…*

“Do you mind if i use your bathroom?”

“Sure! Right down the hall.” Mrs. Smith motioned.

Once i had the door shut my breathing became frantic and hushed. I became disillusioned, pulling my own wet panties off, and rubbing myself in desperation. Why am i so turned on?! God i’m soaked, and it feels so good. Please, please just let me orgasm quickly, get the thoughts out! *it feels so good, to think about… oh fuck fuck fuck!*

Normally at this moment things would go quiet… but the thoughts wouldn’t go away. I can’t stop thinking about Anabelle, her sweet pussy. I wanna fuck her. I wanna fuck her Mother, and her Father, her siblings. All of them. I wanna watch her blow her Daddy like the trained slut she is. I’m still so fucking horny… maybe just another time will do.

This time i fingered myself, i didn’t bother with build up or teasing. My pussy was already so wet. I wanted a real cock inside of me, i wanted to watch a cock impregnate little Anabelle. Maybe me too. *God, it’s too good – thinking about all of it is like a drug, i’m melting… oh god yes! I wanna be a slut! I wanna be pregnant! I want to throw myself at everyone i see!*

Finially, this time, the thoughts vanished.

I wiped up my wetness, which had run down my thighs. Finially i can get back to it. That was just the perverted side of me talking. Right? Right.

I returned to living room to find Mrs. Smith patiently waiting.

“Okay, so where were we…”

Just as i sat down, i heard footsteps coming down stairs. From around the corner, a young boy emerged, looking to be not even in the teens, and only wearing gym shorts.

“Mommy! I’m hungry!” He said.

“Do you want me to make you some food honey?” Mrs. Smith asked her son.

“No. You know what i want!” The boy said, rather confidently.

“Oh! Of course dear!” Mrs. Smith smiled and laughed.

The young boy laid across his mothers legs, parallel to the couch. His mother, in all of her pregnant, bra-less glory, took off her large blouse. Her tits were massive. She leaned forward and placed her nipple into the boys mouth.

“So what was your next question?” Mrs. Smith asked, her son suckling at her tit. He’s way too old for that. And i don’t think he’s enjoying it just because of the milk.

“Oh! Uhm… what do you feel is, the most important subject for girls like Anabelle?”

“I think other women would say that child care classes or gym and beauty are very important. Personally, i feel that language is. Lots of men like a wife to listen to them, and talk about things, it helps make a lasting marriage.” Mrs. Smith said.

“Mooommmmyyy!” The boy said, tapping his mothers arm.

“Oh, i’m so sorry dear!” Mrs. Smith said.

I could feel it in the back of my mind, the crazy prediction. Don’t let that be it, please. **Please.**

With no hesitation, Mrs. Smith reached into her son’s gymshorts, grabbing him. She rubbed, smiling down at him, and then soon she began to stroke.

“So, what was your next question?” Mrs. Smith asked. Her panties were notably more wet.

I want to leave. I want to look away. But i can’t, they only allow certain people into this town. If i get too flustered, look too shocked, i could get reported. They’d make me disappear. I’m forced to just… keep going.

*Hold it together May, hold it together.*

“What do you think about… the classes, offered by the uhm, highschool? Are there any subjects you would like to see added to the cirriculum?” I asked, just hold on.

“None that i can think of. I’m sure my husband would have some thoughts however. Anabelle would too, she’s very concerned with the educational system. I think she wants to be a teacher! Perhaps you could give her some lessons on teaching! Maybe more than just teaching too.” Mrs. Smith laughed and gave me a wink.

The sound of Mrs. Smith and her pumping arm filled the room as she sped up. The boy moaned softly into his mother’s milky tits, quickly escalating, until the boy began to squirm, milk running down the side of his face.

I saw Mrs. Smith use her other hand to pull down his shorts, before bending over and taking her own son’s young cock into her mouth. She sucked and bobbed expertly, the boy moaning loudly, continously building up to climax. I watched on helplessly, unable to look away, as the boy’s load was emptied into his loving Mother’s hot mouth.

His gym shorts were pulled back up by Mrs. Smith, and now the room was silent; except for Mrs. Smith, who swallowed with an audible gulp. I felt frozen. Speechless. Thoughtless.

“…Mrs. Lovelace?” Mrs. Smith said, breaking me from my trance.

“Y-yes?”

“So what do you think? My daughter, i think, needs someone like you to help her through her first experiances. Me and my husband already discussed it, and we would be ever so grateful if you have some fun with her. Enjoy yourself! Show her some passion and sensuality.”

“I don’t know, i uhm, i’ve not had much experiance with full-on… introductions.” I said. My mind was fragile.

“Well i hope you’ll take us up on the offer. It could be a good experiance for both of you. I know that teachers aren’t supossed to allow anything more than kissing, and the girls to touch themselves, but i think it’s right for Anabelle.”

“I will definitely think about it!” I said, forcing a smile. The most difficult smile i ever had to force in my life.

“Thank you! That is great to hear.” Mrs. Smith said.

“Moooommmmmyyy.” The boy said.

“Still hungry honey?”

Mrs. Smith pulled down his shorts once again to reveal the boy’s cock, hard again.

Once again her hand went to work.

“Oh, My boy is so proficient! He gets it from his father.” She smiled.

“Well, Mrs. Smith, this has been very informative, and i think i am out of questions.”

“Very well. You are welcome back anytime Mrs. Lovelace, you are a lovely woman. Next time though, feel free to masturbate right here, you don’t need to conceal yourself in this town.” Mrs. Smith said. I blushed even harder than i surely had been already.

“Right… well i’ll be off now.” I said, grabbing my things.

“Have a nice afternoon Mrs. Lovelace.” Mrs. Smith said.

In my car, i felt like screaming. I felt relieved. I felt speechless. I felt my heart beat skyrocket as the addrenaline subsided.

I felt how wet i was. Thick, sticky girl-drool coating my thighs, soaked right through my panties. An intense burning feeling deep in my mind. Images that disgusted me a moment ago; turned into desire. I felt helpless, as my hand and mind drifted.

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End of part 3. More?

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