[MF] Mothers Will Do Anything For Their Kids

Teaching is a thankless job, and at no time is that more apparent than during a parent-teacher conference. I call them to discuss issues with their children and to try and *help,* but inevitably it somehow becomes my fault. This is especially true in my school district where the average household income surpasses at least $500k a year.

Kayla’s Mom waltzed in the door talking on the phone 10 minutes after our conference was set to begin. She was tall and blonde; she looked a bit too young to have an 18 year old daughter but so did most of the mothers I encounter here; she was wearing black leggings and a black tank top that hugged her trim figure and accentuated her features, and black flip flops that showed off her expertly manicured toes which matched her fingers, which were currently gripping a very large Starbucks cup.

“I’m so sorry. Traffic was awful,” she said as she sat down, almost as if she uttered that phrase multiple times a day.

“It’s ok, Mrs. Jacobs…”

“Please, call me Kim,” she interrupted, “Mrs. Jacobs makes me feel so old.”

“Ok, Kim. I wanted to chat with you for a few minutes about some of Kayla’s work, as well as her behavior. I’ve noticed-“

Kim cut me off again, “I know. You’re definitely not the only teacher I’ve heard from. I don’t know what else to do with her, honestly.”

I was starting to see where Kayla got her personality from, “I understand it’s difficult, but let me be clear, I’ve called this conference to try and help Kayla while I still can. We can work together to ensure Kayla improves.”

“Look, Mr. Allen-“

“Call me Ben,” I interrupted. That felt good.

“Ok…*Ben.* What would you have me do? She’s far more interested in being with her friends than learning about math and history. What can I say? Kids will be kids, right?”

“Kim. Let me be clear. Kayla is in danger of not graduating. If she doesn’t pull her grades up, she will fail this class. And if you’re getting the same message from her other teachers as well, then it’s likely she’ll have to repeat the 12th grade.”

Her eyes widened, “W…well that’s. Thats not possible. We’ve secured her a spot at UCLA. She can’t go if she doesn’t graduate.” Panic took up residence in her voice.

“It’s not too late. But it’s going to take hard work. That’s why I wanted to talk with you and get on the same page.”

Kim looked back at the door and then to me, “I can write you a check right now. Just give her a ‘C.’ A *low* ‘C.’ I just want to make this go away.”

This was not the first time I’d been offered money to change a grade. “Kim, I can’t do that. I can’t do it for me and I won’t do it for Kayla. She needs to learn that actions…well…*in*action has consequences. All it would take is a couple hours of studying each night and getting the homework done for all of the classes she’s currently failing and she can pull out of this nosedive.”

Kim’s leg bounced anxiously as she stared around the room. “Why don’t you come over to our house for dinner tomorrow night? You, me, and my Husband can sit down and we can work out a plan together. Does that work?”

I knew I was going to have to play along, at least a little, if there was a chance of reaching Kayla, “Fine. Ok.”

Kim smiled and grabbed a pen from my desk, scribbling on a post-it note, “Here’s my number and our address. Come by around 8. Thank you so much!” She said appreciatively as she backed out the door.

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I pulled up to the house right at 8. It was massive and I marveled at the absurdity of it as I approached the massive dark wood front doors.

Before I could even knock, one of the doors opened and Kim stood there wearing a silky black robe in bare feet.

“Hey! Come in! I am *so* sorry, I’m just running a bit behind. I just need to get dressed and I’ll be right with you. My husband got stuck at the office but he’ll be here in a bit! Just make yourself comfortable in the living room.” she said as she ran back upstairs, holding her robe shut.

I walked into the living room and looked around. The massive floor to ceiling windows, the giant entertainment center, the expensive furniture, the art on the walls. It was insane compared to my two-bedroom apartment.

“Unfortunately it seems Mr. Jacobs will be unable to join us.” I heard from behind me.

It startled me. I snapped around to find Kim standing there completely nude. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her tits were large and perky with perfect pink nipples. Her body was tight and youthful and her pussy was shaved.

“Mrs. Jacobs!” I said, quickly turning away, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, don’t be shy Mr. Allen. It’s just us here. Kayla is out and my Husband is away on business for another 4 days.” She said as she slowly approached me.

“Mrs. Jacobs-“

“Kim.”

“Right, Kim,” I said, trying hard not to look at the incredible gift before me, “this is highly inappropriate. I’m your Daughter’s teacher.”

She moved in closer to me, her breasts touching my chest, her face close to my neck, “I know that Mr. Allen. And I respect you not taking that check earlier. I’ve written many checks to many teachers, and you’re the only one who’s ever turned me down. I knew I had to do something *extra* special for you.” She said as she unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.

“I’m very flattered, Kim. But you can’t expect to pay for grades with sex. It’s not right. It’s not fair.”

Kim giggled as another two buttons came undone, “Fair. Sarah Milton fucked Principal Howard to get her son an academic achievement award,” another button, “Stacy French let Coach Calvin and a recruiter from Stanford double team her to get her daughter a soccer scholarship,” the last button gone, “and Tristan Flowers’ Dad fucked Ms. Carpenter to get her a passing grade in music. Seems you’re the only saint in the whole school.”

I was shocked. I knew there was always shady dealings going on, but I didn’t know how common it actually was.

Kim started to unbuckle by belt, “But you’re not that saintly, are you, Mr. Allen? Because I’ve been undressing you and you haven’t done anything to stop me,” now she was unbuttoning my jeans, “and my guess is that once your jeans hit the floor, I’ll be faced with a hard cock wont I?” She suddenly hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and ripped my bottoms down to my ankles.

My hard cock sprung up and bounced in front of me.

“Oh, wow.” Kim exclaimed, “Mr. Allen, I have to be honest. I wasn’t expecting you to be so big. When I decided to do this, I wasn’t dreading it like I was when I had to blow the shop teacher last year. He had a pitiful little cock and his belly rested on my head the whole time. But now I’m actually very excited.”

“This is wrong,” I said, conflicted, “but fuck. I need to fuck you now.” I stopped pretending and took a moment to appreciate her incredible body.

“That’s the spirit.” She said, “Now why don’t we head upstairs and I’ll get to work on improving that grade.”

I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and followed her upstairs. I was mesmerized by her big, round ass bouncing in front of me as she walked. It was too big for her little frame, but it was tight and perfect and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.

Her room was massive. Probably only a little smaller than my whole apartment.

“Go lie on the bed, Mr. Allen.”

I crawled onto the massive king sized bed and laid on my back with my arms behind my head and my dick standing straight up in front of me. Kim crawled towards me and grabbed hold of it. She gently slid my head into her mouth and nursed it with her soft lips. I moaned and closed my eyes. Suddenly her head dropped and she took me all the way down her throat.

“Oh fuck!” I said as my body tensed up.

Kim pushed my back down and looked up at me smiling, “You don’t land a rich husband on looks alone, Mr. Allen.” She began aggressively throating my cock. She was gagging and slurping, only stopping to leak excess saliva back onto my cock and balls. Id never had my cock sucked like this before. I watched in awe as her lips kissed the base of my dick and her tongue lapped at whatever wasn’t already down her throat.

She pulled off and sat up on her knees. Her mouth was a sloppy mess of saliva and precum. She collected it with her fingers and added it to what was already coating my cock. “I’m assuming you won’t be lasting much longer, Mr. Allen? Most men would have already finished so I’m proud of you for that. But I want to give you a chance at my pussy.”

I was getting close. What man wouldn’t be? She deserved awards for what she just did to me. But I wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet. “I need that pussy.”

Kim smiled, “Good answer.”

She swung her leg over me and lifted her ass in the air above me. She slowly lowered down as she guided my soaked cock towards her little pink slit. My head pushed in and she let out a little moan. She continued down until I was deep inside of her.

“Mmm Mr. Allen, I’m *very* glad you decided to go through with this because your cock is *amazing*.”

She rocked her hips back and forth slowly as she leaned all the way forward until she was laying on top of my legs. I watched as she slowly moved up and then slammed back down on my cock. I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed.

“Do you like my big ass, Mr. Allen? Do you like watching it bounce up and down on your fat cock?”

I moaned in response.

“Does my tight little pussy feel good, Mr. Allen?”

I moaned again, louder as she rode me faster. She sat up and leaned forward on her hands as she started to quickly bounce her ass hard on my cock.

“Do you want to shoot your load deep inside of me, Mr. Allen? Do you want to breed my spoiled rich slut cunt, Mr. Allen?” She said more aggressively.

“Fuck yes. I want you to take my hot load.”

She pressed hard, forcing me deep inside of her as she rode me hard and fast.

“Fuck! Yes, Mr. Allen! Seed my pussy! It’s yours! Take it”

I held onto her ass tightly. I was seconds from finishing.

“Fuck! Keep going! I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Fill your pussy with cum! Breed your pussy!” She yelled as she rode me dry.

She collapsed, breathless, and rolled off me. I could see my cum starting to leak out of her. “Fuck, Mr. Allen. I might have to see you more often just for fun.”

I smiled as I put my clothes back on, “Well I assume we’ll be seeing each other soon. That got Kayla up to a ‘D.’ Let me know when you want to go for a ‘C.’”

She started to get angry but then simply smiled and laid back on the bed, still catching her breath.

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