Schooling Mr. Scott (Taboo Teacher/Student Cheating Seduction)

As soon as Mr. Scott closed the classroom door on his way out to lunch, I clicked through the inbox of his e-mail he’d left up. I’m not exactly sure what I was looking to find, I guess just more about him, or anything from his wife. He’d told me quite a bit this year since I had been his Student Aide. Things he probably shouldn’t have, and definitely backtracked quite a bit while explaining. I knew he had a secret vasectomy, was most likely fucking someone else, and things clearly weren’t good on the home front. Not really things one should know about their teacher. It’s like his wife knew though, and every time she’d call and I’d answer because he was teaching, she’d be the biggest cunt, almost always hanging up on me.

It just felt weird that I had spent this entire year with him, and knew all these personal things about his marriage and stuff, but not really much about him. I somewhat thought of him as a sort of father figure. I could tell he really wanted to talk to me, but felt guilty because I was a student. His wife was right to hate me, I had always wanted him, and now that I was eighteen, I wanted him to give him my virginity. I was leaving for college in exactly 90 days, and would probably ever see Mr. Scott again, and didn’t have much time.

Vacation – Part 5 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

Kristin left us – Aunt Karen on her knees, me slouched back on the sofa with my legs spread apart and Mom standing off to the side, just as naked as we were – while she hooked her camera up to her computer and started transferring the movie she had just made.

Once that was started, she made an announcement.

"Karen, honey, I'm afraid your good times are over. You'll be spending tonight in your bedroom, alone, like all women should, the night before they lose their virginity. And, to make sure you are suitably eager, we're going to take measures to be sure you don't do anything that might ruin your appetite."

Kristin's measures turned out to be a full set of leather manacles, which she had Mom and I buckle on to Aunt Karen's wrists and ankles and then to the corner posts of the wrought iron bed frame, leaving my aunt naked, spread eagle and helpless.

"We'll order some supper, later on. Until then, we're going to leave you alone to think about tomorrow. Okay?"

So Now You Know

[Porn usually needs no introduction, so I regret the imposition of a serious paragraph at the beginning. If you wish to get to the good stuff, just skip the remainder of this paragraph. I have posted in this subreddit twice before. Both posts were essentially true stories, though admittedly enhanced to increase the effect of the post. When writing erotica, the truth rarely matters. You are communicating a prurient desire, and what you fantasize to be true is usually more interesting anyway. This post is different, and it was hard to write, because it is completely true. In some ways, the story is a little less interesting than it could have been because I resisted temptation to bolster up the details. But I wanted to communicate in true fashion how to overcome what for me was a devastating problem. Usually when I write, it is just to arouse and excite. If this one arouses you, all the better. But my greater aim is that no one lower his expectations of himself, nor that she lower her expectations of him, simply because of apparent roadblocks.]