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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 46
I almost posted this in the "when-I-was-a-kid" section but this isn't about when I was a kid. It's about when my kid was a kid so I put it here.
Long story short, and it's a long story, my son and I (my wife died a couple of years before this happened) were attending a church picnic which happened to be attended by his 7th grade English teacher about 10 years ago. I was busy hitting on the reverend's sinfully hot little sister assuming my son was at the horseshoe pit arguing the finer points of hand grenades and atom bombs. Reverend prude interrupted my machinations so I went to look for Me Jr. to see what mischief he might be up to at the horseshoe pit. He wasn't. So I wandered around and nobody knew where he went so I did my own search and I heard some noises in some bushes and discovered my son getting what I later found out was not his first blowjob from Miss English teacher. I stood and watched just long enough to be certain that what I was seeing was not some perfectly innocent explainable student teacher extra curricular activity. But not quite long enough to be awkwardly aroused by the surreal scene. I began to walk away to leave my son to his prepubescent paradise when I heard his final orgasmic grunts and turned back around so I could catch him post squirt.
I confronted his 30 year old cum dumpster cougar and she apologized profusely as expected. In fact she embarrassed herself by dropping to her knees. I know what you're thinking. I blackmailed Miss erotic educator into being my sex slave. Close but no. I blackmailed her into being my 12 year old son's sex slave. Or more precisely, his all around slave. I told her she gets to stay out of prison on two conditions. One, she tutor my son through high school in any subject she is qualified to teach and for those she is not she must arrange a tutor and he must either graduate with a 4.0 gpa or be accepted by at least one Ivy League university. The second condition was until my son tells me he isn't interested in her any more, she will refuse no sexual favor he requests. Oh and she had to introduce me to her hot little sister.
She agreed to my terms.
I am very proud to say that three weeks ago my son graduated from Harvard and he is going onto law school. Did she abuse him?? Was, is she a phile?? I couldn't possibly answer that question. But I do know he went from being a "C" student to being a strait "A" student in a month. Before he met her he was withdrawn, had low self esteem. He graduated top of his class. She sacrificed a lot to keep to our agreement. She dated nobody. She moved to Boston and took a job that paid less to be near him. She served as his maid, chauffer, tutor, and personal sex slave. She got a tattoo that reads "*****'s personal c**t." She wears a leather collar and addresses my son as "Master" and has done so since his 13th birthday.
I am so proud of my boy. He scored the hot teacher and she made him the man he is today. Okay I played a little part in it but mostly it was him.
Long story short, and it's a long story, my son and I (my wife died a couple of years before this happened) were attending a church picnic which happened to be attended by his 7th grade English teacher about 10 years ago. I was busy hitting on the reverend's sinfully hot little sister assuming my son was at the horseshoe pit arguing the finer points of hand grenades and atom bombs. Reverend prude interrupted my machinations so I went to look for Me Jr. to see what mischief he might be up to at the horseshoe pit. He wasn't. So I wandered around and nobody knew where he went so I did my own search and I heard some noises in some bushes and discovered my son getting what I later found out was not his first blowjob from Miss English teacher. I stood and watched just long enough to be certain that what I was seeing was not some perfectly innocent explainable student teacher extra curricular activity. But not quite long enough to be awkwardly aroused by the surreal scene. I began to walk away to leave my son to his prepubescent paradise when I heard his final orgasmic grunts and turned back around so I could catch him post squirt.
I confronted his 30 year old cum dumpster cougar and she apologized profusely as expected. In fact she embarrassed herself by dropping to her knees. I know what you're thinking. I blackmailed Miss erotic educator into being my sex slave. Close but no. I blackmailed her into being my 12 year old son's sex slave. Or more precisely, his all around slave. I told her she gets to stay out of prison on two conditions. One, she tutor my son through high school in any subject she is qualified to teach and for those she is not she must arrange a tutor and he must either graduate with a 4.0 gpa or be accepted by at least one Ivy League university. The second condition was until my son tells me he isn't interested in her any more, she will refuse no sexual favor he requests. Oh and she had to introduce me to her hot little sister.
She agreed to my terms.
I am very proud to say that three weeks ago my son graduated from Harvard and he is going onto law school. Did she abuse him?? Was, is she a phile?? I couldn't possibly answer that question. But I do know he went from being a "C" student to being a strait "A" student in a month. Before he met her he was withdrawn, had low self esteem. He graduated top of his class. She sacrificed a lot to keep to our agreement. She dated nobody. She moved to Boston and took a job that paid less to be near him. She served as his maid, chauffer, tutor, and personal sex slave. She got a tattoo that reads "*****'s personal c**t." She wears a leather collar and addresses my son as "Master" and has done so since his 13th birthday.
I am so proud of my boy. He scored the hot teacher and she made him the man he is today. Okay I played a little part in it but mostly it was him.
