Dating Aria: Fake Mom, Real Results

- 5 -

The age gap lesbian love story continues as Aria asks her MILF girlfriend Sophia to be her "mom" for a day at school in order to redo her failed Spanish assignment.

Walking through the familiar halls of Sunny High, I was struck by a sense of disbelief at finding myself back in the world of high school drama. This time, I was playing the role of my teenage girlfriend Aria's mother, at her insistent request, for a meeting with her Spanish teacher. It was an unusual favor to ask, but I couldn't say no to those big, pleading eyes of hers. Plus, I wanted to make sure Aria didn't get in trouble with her real mom for failing her assignments.

Memories of my own experiences with parent-teacher conferences, and how I used to dread them, feeling intimidated by the teachers and their authority, flooded my mind. But now, a decade after my daughter had graduated from these same halls, I strode confidently into the high school's main office this morning. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of conflicts awaited me in this meeting. But I also couldn't deny the rush of excitement that came with being back in the world of adolescence, with all its chaos and surprises.

The receptionist looked up at me. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here to see Ms. Barrios for a parent-teacher meeting about my step-daughter, Aria," I replied firmly.

The receptionist nodded and began filling out a visitor's pass. "And your name?"

"Sophia Hernandez," I said smoothly.

The receptionist paused, studying my face. "You look familiar, have we met before?"

"I don't think so," I said, smiling. "Just one of those faces, I suppose."

The receptionist shrugged and handed me the pass. "Right this way, Ms. Hernandez."

As I approached Aria's classroom, boisterous teenage banter filled my ears. With each step, I reminded myself of how far I'd come since my daughter's time at this school. No longer the meek parent who trembled before school authorities, I now exuded confidence and poise as a savvy businesswoman.

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the scent of my perfume trailing behind me as my stiletto heels clicked on the linoleum floor, commanding attention. The classroom hummed with the sound of shuffling papers and murmurs of conversation, while the scent of chalk and teenage sweat hung thick in the air. Aria's eyes met mine with a mix of relief and trepidation, knowing I was there to save her from her own irresponsibility. In my statement maroon dress, every curve on my body was accentuated flawlessly as I sauntered in, leaving a lasting impression on every onlooker.

Aria's youthful curves were accentuated by the navy blue school uniform she wore, while her neatly tied-back ponytail drew attention to her high cheekbones and bright eyes. I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and whispered, "We'll get this sorted out," before turning to face Ms. Barrios to say "Good morning, I'm here to discuss my daughter's Spanish grade."

As I spoke, a loud rip cut through the classroom, and I felt the seam on the side of my dress give way. Panic surged through me as I tried to cover myself up, but Aria's quick thinking saved the day. She snatched a jacket from a nearby desk and draped it around me, concealing the tear in the side of my dress exposing my bra. Grateful for her presence of mind, I let out a sigh of relief. The jacket was a bit too big, but it would have to do for now.

Ms. Barrios, startled by the sudden noise, looked concerned as she asked, "Are you okay?" I adjusted the jacket around me and replied with a smile, "I'm fine, thank you. Just a wardrobe malfunction." The classroom erupted in giggles and I blushed.

To avoid any more disruptions, the three of us left the classroom, and I could hear the hushed whispers and stifled giggles of the students behind us. But I held my head high, reminding myself that I was here for Aria. "You okay?" I whispered to her, feeling her small hand squeeze mine in response. Despite my nerves, her confidence in me gave me a surge of determination. "We got this," I reassured her with a smile, determined to pull off pretending to be her mom no matter what.

We entered the peaceful haven of the teacher's lounge, and I took a deep breath before giving Aria a reassuring smile. Ready to play the part of her fake mother, I greeted Ms. Barrios warmly, casually admiring her silky hair and striking eyes. As we settled into a discussion about Aria's failing Spanish grade, I made sure to keep my composure and avoid any slip-ups. But then, in the midst of our conversation, I accidentally referred to Aria as "babe," and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as Aria's face turned red as a cherry tomato.

I cleared my throat and continued, pretending as if nothing happened and went on about how Aria needed to take her studies seriously. "She can't keep getting F'd and double D's all the time!"

Ms. Barrios then brought up Aria's struggles with her Spanish speaking skills, which were a significant factor in her grade. "Would you be willing to help her practice at home?" she asked.

"Of course," I responded without hesitation. "I'd be happy to give Aria some extra oral practice... in Spanish, that is."

I could see Aria hardly being able to contain laughing over all my innuendos.

Aria's silent laughter threatened to blow our cover, but my dramatic performance paid off. After some strategic bargaining, Ms. Barrios begrudgingly agreed to let Aria redo her assignments. As she shuffled away, Aria couldn't suppress her laughter any longer.

"Double D's?" she snorted, playfully cupping them over my dress in her hands. "You were overdoing it, babe."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile at her amusement. "I had to sell the act," I defended myself.

Aria leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Well, it worked. You sounded like a real bossy mom."

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "That was the idea," I said.

Aria leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "You're the best bossy mom a girl could ask for!"

I broke the kiss immediately, "If someone saw us it'll be all over school by the end of day!"

As we walked down the hallway, Aria tried in vain to convince me to sign her out of school for the rest of the day. I shook my head. "Sorry, kiddo. I have a big meeting with investors today. Besides, you need to catch up on your Spanish."

Aria pouted. "You're no fun," she grumbled.

I chuckled. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Maybe we can do something after school?"

Aria's face lit up with excitement at the suggestion. "Okay, deal," she said, giving me a quick hug, snatched the jacket back, and dashed back to class.

As Aria disappeared inside, I felt a mix of pride and worry. Believing in her potential though, I was determined to support her every step of the way.

Rushing home, my mind racing with thoughts of the successful parent-teacher meeting, I knew I couldn't let it distract me from the important investor meeting ahead. With a sharp inhale, I opened my closet doors and scanned my collection of chic, sophisticated suits, determined to fix my wardrobe malfunction.

After a moment of hesitation, I chose a black blazer and matching high-waisted pants that elongated my legs. The crisp white shirt added elegance, while the pumps gave me poise. Double-checking in the mirror, I felt satisfied with the perfect balance of professionalism and fashion.

Glancing at my watch, I realized time was running short. I couldn't afford to be late for the meeting. My heart thrummed with anticipation as I strode out the door, ready to dazzle the investors with my expertise and charm.

I launched into the meeting, presenting my marketing plan, answering questions, and crunching numbers like a pro. Everything was going smoothly until I suddenly realized that one of the key statistics I quoted is incorrect. I started to panic, trying to figure out how to fix the error, when my phone vibrated. I sneakily checked it and saw that Aria had sent me a barrage of messages. I tried to ignore them, but they kept coming, distracting me from the meeting and causing me to fumble through the rest of the presentation.

Just when I thought I had dodged a bullet, my phone rang again. This time, Aria's insistent messages had caused me to accidentally send a text to the investors instead of my response to her. The text read, "Can't talk right now, in an important meeting. Will help with your homework later." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I frantically tried to explain, but it was too late. I could sense the investors' puzzled looks.

Despite the awkward interruption, the meeting went well, and the investors were impressed with my salon's progress. As I left, feeling confident about the future and the possibilities of opening a second location, I remembered my promise to pick up Aria after school. I looked forward to seeing her and sharing my success - minus the phone mishap.

I headed straight to my white Escalade after leaving the office building. As I drove, I couldn't shake off the feeling of how our relationship was progressing. We had seen each other every day since we met at Starbucks and started to pick up on each other's quirks and finish each other sentences. We held hands everywhere and spent so many hours lost in conversation over text or after sex. But all my thoughts were soon interrupted by the sight of Aria practically skipping towards my car parked outside her school, a wide smile stretched across her face like a rainbow after a storm.

Aria collapsed into the passenger seat, her body sinking into the leather as she let out a long sigh.

"That was such a long day," she said, a hint of relief in her voice. "I can't believe we got away with pretending to be my mom earlier."

I grinned, pleased that I was able to help her out. "No problem. You owe me one, though."

As we drove home, Aria's thumb flicked up and down on her phone screen, her eyes scanning through the latest Instagram posts and funny memes.

"Ugh, can we please get home already? I have so much catching up to do," she said, whining a bit, oblivious to the traffic.

I chuckled. "Sounds like you have a lot of homework to ignore."

Aria groaned. "Shut up! Ugh. At least I can redo those Spanish assignments now. You're the best," she said seductively, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. I'm not always going to be around to save you," I retorted.

Arriving at her place, Aria looked at me with surprise when she realized I wasn't going to go upstairs with her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dropping you off," I replied simply, turning off the car engine.

"Uh, aren't you coming up?" she asked, with a hint of expectation in her voice.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how important it was for Aria to focus on her studies. "Aria, you need to study. I can't always bail you out," I said, my tone sounding more like a parent than a girlfriend.

Aria rolled her eyes. "God, you're really in mom mode today. Can you turn it off?" she complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Sorry, can't help it. That's what you get for dating one," I said, giving her a playful wink.

Excitingly she responded, "I think it's about time I fuck the mom out of you!"

"No, I think it's time that I fuck the brat out of you," I purred suggestively.

"Deal!" the teen exclaimed at the chance to take advantage of my special offer.

"But...I have Pilates class today," I replied.

"Yeah, but that's not for a while," she breathed.

"So you've been paying attention to my schedule," I cooed.

"Valet the car. You're coming up!"

I couldn't say no to my smitten girlfriend, so I obliged. I noticed a tantalizing wet mark on the passenger seat as she spun out the car which explains the demand for me to come up. Either she wasn't wearing any panties or they were simply that wet. I caught up with Aria as we reached the elevator and I followed her up to her apartment.

I couldn't resist the urge to tease her a bit, so I asked with a sly grin, "So, Mama Bear's not going to come out and catch us doing anything naughty, is she?"

Aria rolled her eyes but couldn't stifle her laughter. "No way, she works like crazy. I barely see her these days," she replied.

"Well, maybe it's because you're always hanging out with me," I teased.

"You're like waaaay cooler and hotter, so I don't think you can blame me," Aria grinned.

As we stepped inside, I wrapped my arms around Aria's waist from behind, pulling her close to me. "So, what's on your mind?" I asked, letting my lips brush against the back of her neck.

Aria let out a soft sigh and leaned back into me. "It's just this math assignment. I don't get it at all, and I have a test next week."

I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and whispered, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be pretty good with numbers. Let's take a look."

Aria handed me her textbook, and I leaned in close to her as we pored over the problems together. "This one's giving you trouble, huh?" I murmured, pointing to an equation.

Aria nodded, biting her lip in concentration. "Yeah, I don't understand how to solve for X."

I leaned in closer, my body pressed against hers. "It's all about isolating the variable," I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Let me show you."

As I walked Aria through the steps, I couldn't help but notice the way her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against me. Finally, after a few minutes of working together, we arrived at the solution.

"YES! I get it now," Aria exclaimed, turning around to face me and throwing her arms around my neck. "You're amazing, Sophia. Thank you."

I grinned down at her, feeling a rush of affection for this beautiful girl in my arms. "And you're a fast learner."

"Now, can you make me a sandwich?" Aria asked.

"Sure, I can make you a sandwich," I said with a smirk, pulling Aria closer to me. "But first, I think we should work up an appetite."

Aria's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in and whispered, "I like the way you think, Sophia."

Our lips met in a heated kiss, our bodies pressing against each other in a sensual embrace. I ran my hands through her hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Aria grinned up at me.

"Now I really need that sandwich," she said with a playful wink.

"How about no...I need to go to my Pilates class," I remind her.

"I guess the sandwich can wait," she said, pulling me towards her bedroom. My heart raced with anticipation as I entered her room once again, greeted by the sight of her vibrant and chaotic aesthetic. Her clothes, makeup, and fashion jewelry were strewn across every surface, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this girl, who was both a mess and a masterpiece all at once.

After scanning me up and down, Aria leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You always look amazing, but that blazer is something else." Her glitter pink fingernails traced a path down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for her.

"I'm glad you like it," I replied, my voice husky with need.

Aria's mischievous grin returned as she said, "Maybe you should take it off and show me what's underneath."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise, but I couldn't resist her playful invitation. Slowly, I unbuttoned the blazer and let it slide off my shoulders, revealing the white button-up shirt that hugged my massive boobs. Aria's eyes widened with appreciation, and she let out a soft gasp.

"You look stunning," she said, as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse.

I remembered how I needed to help her with Spanish so I decided it was the perfect opportunity to multi-task. As my blouse adds more mess to her floor, I teach her the word for bra: sostén.

Aria giggled and repeated the word, rolling the syllables off her tongue with ease.

"Sostén," she said, grinning up at me. "I'll have to remember that one."

"You know, you have a great accent," I said, leaning in closer. "Maybe we should practice some more Spanish together."

Aria's cheeks flushed with color as she bit her lip, clearly entertained by the idea. "I'd like that," she said, her voice soft and shy.

With that, I pulled her close and we continued to practice Spanish vocabulary in between kisses. It was like a game, each word leading to a new exploration of each other's bodies, a playful dance of learning and pleasure and one that would surely earn her an A.

I taught her how to say some of her favorite parts of my body in Spanish: mi piel, mi corazón, mis tetas, mi cintura, mi vagina... "AHA! I knew that one already," the sprightly teen chortled with glee.

With that, she unzipped my pants and pulled down my panties before kneeling down below to give me pleasure to mi vagina. I wail with pleasure as her tongue expertly worked my clit, teasing me with a slow rhythm that had me in a trance. Her talented hands explored my body, finding the perfect spots to caress and massage for maximum pleasure. She held my massive boobs and bounced them up and down as if she was flapping. She ran her fingers over every inch of me, taking her time to ensure I was relaxed and enjoying every second of the experience.

The sensation was so good it felt like I was on fire, and all I could do was let out deafening moans as she drove me wild with ecstasy. Before long I was overcome by wave after wave of orgasmic bliss leaving me trembling with pleasure until finally collapsing onto her bed in complete contentment.

Then it was my turn to go down on Aria, and I was determined to make her cum so hard she would never forget me. Then, I dove fucked her, rubbing my breast against her clitoral area, coaxing her clit out from under its protective sheath. Aria sighed and smiled as I brazenly dove down on her pussy again, driving her completely wild. My tongue playfully exploring her inner world with the tip. When she gave another whimper of pleasure, I pulled back for a moment and surveyed her lanky body, framing it with my arms. Then I dove back in and swept my tongue along the edge of her lips, licking at the clear juices that spilled out of her engorged pussy.

Aria threw her head back and moaned from deep in her chest, an ecstatic rumble that sounded like a growl. Just as she had done when we made love the other day, Aria eagerly twerked her gorgeous derrière onto my face and soon released a wave of pleasure with one mighty orgasm. Wrapping the shuddering teen in my arms, I jokingly remarked, "I guess you managed to fuck the mom out of me." "And I guess I won't be acting bratty for the rest of the day," she replied. "That'll make your mom pleased," I replied playfully.

I felt a rush of euphoria as we finally broke apart. Aria's cheeks flushed with desire. "Now, about that sandwich," she said with a playful wink.

But there was no time to indulge in culinary delights. I had a class to attend, and I couldn't afford to be late. I quickly got dressed and gave my girlfriend a final kiss before making my way out the door. I settled into the car's leather seat and revved the engine, the low rumble hummed like Aria's moans from earlier, and sped towards the studio. As I pulled into my parking spot, I could feel my palms sweating with nervous excitement. Pilates was my sanctuary, the place where I could forget about the stresses of work and daily life, and just focus on my mind and body. I couldn't wait to feel the burn in my muscles, the sweat on my skin, and the rush of endorphins in my brain. And I was wondering how I would experience all this after being freshly fucked by Aria.