Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
Due To Some Mix-Up My Mom Is My Assigned Sex-Ed Partner: Episode 9 by Luca Satana
Either by some personal vendetta, bad luck or just a plain mix-up, my mom is my assigned sex-ed partner. So, yeah. Fuck My Life!
When our sex-ed teacher Miss Mayberry, who was one of those younger idealistic-to-a-fault teachers, said there was extra money in the budget this year so she was taking us on a field trip and bringing chaperones who would essentially be divvyed up and assigned to us as sex-ed partners for the night, I thought this was going to be a good thing. And, on an unrelated note, which turned out to be very related, when my mom, who makes very little money working as a teacher’s aide at my high school, said she was working some extra hours this week and thus making a little extra money, I also thought that was a good thing. Because ever since I turned 18, a month or two prior, my mom has been promising to get me a car. The thought never occurred to me that my mom’s extra hours were going to come from being one of Miss Mayberry’s chaperones, or, more specifically, one of Miss Mayberry assigned sex-ed partners. Not until, well, the very second my mom showed up at my hotel door.
Excerpt:
The next thing I knew, we were on the road. Somewhere. My mom was driving. We were in her Cube. It was a weird car. But roomy. I should have known.
“Jay, you know what you could be doing while Mommy is driving?” my mom said, eyeing me, as she sat there in her open sheer black robe, while her fingers moved along her wet pussy lips, licking each digit one by one.
“What?” I said, eyeing her back, as I sat there in my t-shirt and jeans.
“I’ll give you a hint. You’re going to need get your cock out.”
“Um…”
My mom rolled her eyes, as she reached over, quickly undoing my jeans and loosening my already poised cock, making me shudder in her suddenly jerking fingers, while I grew quickly, seemingly longer and harder than ever, which gave me some cause for concern.
“Okay, come drive with Mommy.”
“Um. How?”
“Scoot underneath me.”
“Is that safe?”
“Sure. Everyone knows two drivers are better than one.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
