Legion Of Filth Erotic Stories NEW RELEASE
Due To Some Mix-Up My Mom Is My Assigned Sex-Ed Partner: Episode 11 (With Princess Cordway) 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:
Then, as I lied there, cradling and fucking the girl of my dreams’ head, the room phone rang, really blaring, as I first shielded Jenna’s precious little ears, then extended to grab the receive, for fear of waking the dead, or at least the dead asleep.
“Dude,” I heard my best friend Jeremy’s voice say.
“Yeah?” I smirked, glancing over at where Jeremy’s body was last seen, on the opposite side of the bed, and what do you know, somebody had moved it. Perhaps he did.
“My mom’s here.”
“Where?”
“In my room.”
“Okay.”
“She’s pissed.”
“She is?”
“Yeah. She saw my grade sheet.”
“Oh. Crap. Um. Should I send Jenna? I mean, she is asleep. And I’d really hate to disturb her.” I grimaced, straining inside her sleeping mouth.
“No! Definitely do not send Jenna.”
“Then what do you want me to do about it?”
“Send your mom and send you.”
“Okay…”
“Dude, I don’t know what to do. She’s pissed.”
“Okay…”
