Parent/Teacher Conference

Friday November 2 nd 2012

I had just poured a celebratory glass of wine after finishing a rather large project for one of my clients. This was tradition. Every time I finish a project that lasts longer than three months I pour myself a glass of red wine and sip on it while I reflect on all the hours I put in to make it look beautiful. This tradition dates back to 1992, my first year as a graphic designer. In all those years I’ve never been interrupted. However there’s always a first time for everything; as I took my first sip my phone started ringing.

I wanted to ignore it, but as a mother I can’t. What if it was my young son’s school calling to tell me that the he’s fallen off the monkey bars again and needs stitches? All of a sudden I started panicking. I put down the glass, picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”

“Is this Gail Cohen?” a male voice asked on the other end.

“Yes it is,” I replied.

“This is Kyle Zelinski one of Mandy’s teachers,” he said. “We need to talk about Mandy’s behavior. Do you think you might have time to come to the school this afternoon to discuss it?”

“How about early next week?” I asked.

“The sooner the better,” he replied. “Since today’s a half day how about this afternoon?”

“I’m bogged down with work,” I said. “I just finished one huge assignment and have a few that need quick turnarounds.”

“I can come by your office,” he said.

“I work out of my home,” I replied.

After giving him my address he said, “I’ll be there a little before two.”

After hanging-up I started to worry. Mandy had never gotten in trouble at school. I’ve never heard any of her teachers complain about her behavior before. Now at 17, and a senior in high school this was no time to for her to start acting up.

I wanted to call her and ask her about this. If she knew her teacher was coming over she’d be here for the conference and defend herself against his accusations. I didn’t want to make the situation worse so I decided against it.

I finished the glass of wine, went back to work and waited patiently for Mr. Zelinski to arrive.

Five minutes before two the doorbell rang. I saved my work, got up from my desk and answered the door. When I opened it I was in shock. Mr. Zelinski looked nothing like I pictured in my head. In my mind he was a fat older gentleman who loved classic literature. In reality he was gorgeous and not a day over thirty. He was 5’7, looked like he was 180lbs of mostly muscle and he had a full head of dark curly hair.

I wish Mandy told me that her English teacher was hot. If I knew that I would’ve put on something sexy instead of the old pair of jeans and t-shirt I was wearing.

I invited him inside and ushered him into the family room. After bringing him a glass of water I sat next to him on the couch. I’ll admit that I was fantasizing about all the dirty things I wanted to do to him as he made small talk. I couldn’t pay attention to a word he was saying. That is until he finished his water, placed the glass on the table and said, “Mandy doesn’t wear underwear.”

“What did you say?” I asked.

“She doesn’t wear underwear,” he said once again. “Every day this week she’s been wearing skirts then sits in the front and flashes me every time I walk by.”

I started laughing as I asked, “Have you talked to Mandy about this?”

“I would feel very uncomfortable doing that,” he said. “I was hoping you’d have a conversation with her regarding this situation.”

“She’ll deny it,” I said.

“How do you know that?” he asked.

“She’ll ask if you have any proof,” I said. “And I’m guessing you only have your word. She’ll then say without proof you don’t have a case. And without a case she’ll say she did nothing wrong.”

“She won’t say that,” he said laughing.

“Trust me, she will,” I said. “She doesn’t like losing arguments.”

“I know,” he said. “She a great student.”

“I will bring it up to her,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I won’t be distracted in class.”

Then it clicked. If he really wanted it to stop he would’ve gone to the administration the first day and have them talk to her. He enjoyed looking at my daughter’s pussy. Today he might’ve gazed a little too long. Maybe he was worried someone saw what he was doing. And the only reason he was here talking to me was to say he took care of it in case it ever came to the principal’s attention.

“How come you waited so long to deal with the problem?” I asked.

“I’m pretty sure I dealt with it in a proper manner,” he answered.

“If I was the teacher I would’ve dealt with it on the first day,” I said. “Why didn’t you?”

“I dealt with it in a proper manner,” he said for the second time.

“Five days isn’t immediate,” I said. “I think you liked looking at my daughter’s pussy.”

“That would be very unprofessional of me,” he said. “I very offended that you would suggest I have improper intentions toward your daughter.”

“I can meet you Monday after school and we can bring it up to the principal,” I said.

“We’re discussing it now,” he said.

“I think the Mr. Dunn will call your character into question for not coming to him the first day,” I said.

“I don’t feel comfortable talking about this anymore,” he said.

“We’re not at school,” I said. “You can be honest.”

“I think I better leave,” he said still sitting on the couch.

“You can leave or you can tell me that you love looking at my daughter’s pussy,” I said.

“I don’t look there,” he said as he sat on my couch squirming.

“I bet every day you come from teaching and stroke cock thinking about her pussy,” I said.

He said nothing.

“I bet you imagine your cock sliding in and our of her pussy,” I said.

“You're sick,” he said. “You shouldn’t talk about your daughter that way.”

“I bet the thought of that is turning you on,” I said.

Once again he said nothing.

I moved closer to him and put my hand on the part of his khakis that covered his privates. He quickly removed my hand, but not before I felt how hard he was.

“I’m going to leave,” he said.

“Go ahead,” I said. “I’m giving you the opportunity to stay and admit that you like looking at my daughter without any fear of reprisal.”

“You’re not going to tell anyone?” he asked.

“Not a living soul.” I replied.

“Take me to her room,” he said.

After getting off the couch, I grabbed his right hand, escorted him up the stairs and into her room. He let go of my hand, removed her comforter and sniffed every inch of her sheets. He then turned to me and said, “Give me a pair of her dirty panties.”

I walked to her hamper, removed a pair and handed them to him. He sniffed them over and over again. He then said, “They smell like slut.”

He then took off his shirt, which revealed a very impressive six-pack. He then took off his pants and boxers, which revealed an impressively erect thick cock that appeared to be close to 9-inches. After he was completely nude he got on the bed, lay on his back and started stroking his large penis as he said, “Please forgive me.”

“I do,” I replied.

“I’m only human,” he said. “When she walked into my class I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. I was in love. I tried to ignore my feelings, because if I acted on them I’d be in a lot of trouble. Every day she looks beautiful than the last. I thought she was the perfect innocent angel. Then I started hearing stories.

“What kind of stories?” I asked.

“Stories about her and her friends and the things they do,” he said.

“Who tells you these stories?” I asked.

“I hear other students tell them,” he said. “I started looking at her differently. I started wishing I were thirteen years younger so I could be one of the boys she spreads her legs for. I started looking at her differently. I guess she noticed that because after that she stopped wearing panties.”

“You poor baby,” I said.

“On Tuesday I jerked off all over her test as I graded it,” he said as he continued stroking. “Then after I came I spread my jizz all over the paper. Just knowing that she touched my dry cum turned me on.”

“I bet I can show you something that will turn you on more,” I said.

“Show me,” he said as he stroked faster.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly removed them and my panties. Then slid off my shirt and took off my bra. I then got on the bed and stood directly above his face and said, “Now look at the pussy she came out of.”

“Can I kiss it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said as I squatted down and sat on his face.

He kissed every inch of my cunt before fucking it with his tongue. After making me cum three times he said, “I wanna fuck the pussy Mandy came out of.”

I then slid off his face and jumped on his rock hard love rocket. As I rode him he slapped my ass and said, “You’re a slut like your daughter.”

“I’m a bigger slut,” I cried as he fucked me.

“A family of sluts is so hot,” he said. “I wish I could’ve been her first instead of one of the seniors.”

“A high school boy wasn’t her first,” I moaned as his big unit slid in and out of my wet pussy.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“I was there,” I cried out.

The second he heard that he started fucking me faster and faster until he reached that point of no return and filled my vagina with his hot cum.

“You were there?” he asked. “That’s so hot.”

“Who was it with?” he asked as I started playing with his limp cock.

“I can’t tell,” I said.

“I have to know,” he said. “I promise not to tell.”

“Her father,” I said.

The second he heard that his cock was once again rock hard. I put it in my mouth and started sucking on it as he said, “That’s so hot.”

I stopped licking his pole to ask, “You like that?”

“God yes,” he said as he grabbed the back of my head and had me engulf his entire unit. “When I was freshman in college and my sister was sixteen I really wanted to fuck her. She was so hot. I didn’t do anything about it, except masturbate.”

I continued sucking his cock until he said, “Where did she lose her virginity?”

“On this bed,” I said.

“Get on all fours,” he demanded.

After I did as he asked he kissed every inch of my ass before inserting his cock into my pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he pounded me from behind.

Several long minutes later he had me lay on my back. We passionately kissed. He then moved his mouth downward and kissed my nipples, my stomach and finally my pussy. He licked and fingered me until he made me cum multiple times. He then put his cock back inside me and we continued fucking.

He looked into my eyes as slowed down the speed of his thrusts and said, “You are the hottest bitch I ever fucked.”

“Fuck me faster,” I cried.

“No slut,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you.”

He then took his cock out of my cunt and started stroking it.

“Please put it back in,” I cried.

“Are you going to tell me how to fuck?” he asked.

“No baby,” I cried. “Please give it to me.”

“You climb on top,” he said.

After he got on his back I once again rode his hard cock. He picked-up his pace and fucked me faster and faster until he once again came inside of me.

I then rolled off of his junk, gave him a big kiss and said, “You get an A.”

“I was really that good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. 

“Still got it,” he said laughing.

“When was the last time you had sex?” I asked. 

“July,” he said. “My fiancé broke-up with me.” 

“And you didn’t try to be with anyone else?” I asked. 

“The only woman who interested me was your daughter, and that would have been career suicide,” he said. 

“You can fuck me anytime you want,” I said. “We don’t want that beautiful penis to go to waste.”

“I agree,” he said.

“We should go out tomorrow night,” I said.

“That sounds awesome,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”