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I reached the plateau of ecstasy. I shared it with my mother.
Then I crashed into reality. I panted and groaned, squirming on my mother, my cock softening in her pussy's juicy embrace. She had such a huge grin on her lips. I kissed her again, loving her, wanting to make the most of our lesson.
What fleeting time we had together.
"That was a fascinating lesson," President McTaggart said, her voice sounding throaty. She had definitely cum. "Just once her time in the Program is up, Molly, remember you're a professor at this institution. At home, well, what you two do..." She shrugged, smiling.
The class whooped and hollered. They were so excited as I stared into my mother's eyes, hoping I bred her. She smiled at me. There was such joy in her eyes. This wasn't over. We didn't have to give each other up.
"You grew up into such a beautiful futa," she whispered, her pussy squeezing around my half-hard cock. "Just like your futa-mother. You're so much like her. I love you, Johana."
"I love you, too, mom," I groaned and kissed her again. Our tongues danced together.
Hot, wanton, wild sex with random girls was fun. It was amazing, but there was something special about making love to the woman you loved. She might be my mother. She might have birthed me. She might be twice my age. None of that mattered. She was my lover.
My sexy, beautiful, gorgeous mother. I didn't have to be ashamed of my desires. That was the old way of thinking. This was the new future. One where consenting, mature humans could do what they wanted. Love whom they wanted.
Make babies with whom they wanted.
I was so glad I was chosen for the Program. It had changed my life. It had given me something amazing. My breasts quivered against my mother as our kiss deepened. The sounds faded as the bell rang.
Class was over, but I didn't care. What my mother and I had would last far, far longer.
I couldn't wait to meet our child. Girl or futa, she would be loved.
To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 years agoIt seems that in your world there are no human rights such as human dignity, physical integrity or the prohibition of slavery. Or at least they don't exist for President McTaggart and her program. That's just unrealistic. And I hate that the participants just accept all the instructions and end up enjoying it even if it's sex slavery or corporal punishment. In the beginning I thought the idea was fun, but now the extreme view of society is too grotesque. Good luck author, but I'm out.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoPlease out of all the sexy college characters make these two a story unto themselves. I would love to see a story about their home lives after finally getting to be together.
