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I looked, dumbfounded at Superintendent Cross, the woman I had just fucked less than an hour ago, and then back to her daughter, one of the three students I had been fucking for some time. I searched for any clue that Vivika knew what I had done, or if Cross would tell her. Judging by the older woman's smile, it wouldn't be the latter, at least not right away. Perhaps she wanted to toy with me; it certainly wouldn't surprise me. I was getting used to it.
"You're Vivika's mother?" I asked surprised, already giving Vivika a reason to suspect something was wrong. "But, your last name is Cross, and I thought Vivika's last name was Briarheart."
"It is," they said in unison, and then shared a giggle. Val answered the riddle for me while the mother and daughter shared their amusement. My attention turned to Val, whom I hadn't had a chance to get a good look at as Superintendent Cross entered the room so abruptly. Val wore a tight, bright green, sports bra, clearly visible underneath her black mesh tank top. It all left her defined abs visible behind the net and unobstructed as it stopped inches below her modest chest. Wide hips filled out her tight, black, denim shorts well, not that there was much fabric there to fill out. She had undone the button and folded down the hem, baring her pelvic bone but still denying visage of her tight, shaved, pelvis. The cuffs of the shorts were only a couple inches away from the hem, so both of her legs were entirely on display. It wasn't until her tennis shoes that any skin was hidden again. She sat crudely, with her athletic legs spread apart, one foot on the floor and the other resting on the couch cushion she sat on. This pose allowed me to see the beginning curve of her ass poking out of her barely-there shorts. As I always do, I admired the tattoos that were inked into her dark skin. I had learned them well as she had made sure I had cum on each one at least once. Her many piercings didn't sparkle in this dimly lit room the way they did under the school's far brighter lights, but the silver still stood out against her caramel coloring.
"Desirae is Vivika's step mother. She changed her name back after-" Val was interrupted once the giggling stopped.
"After I was no longer married to Vivika's father. I didn't want people to think I was advancing in my position thanks to some wealth they attached to me as soon as they heard my last name," Desirae explained. "And do I need to remind you that you are to address me as Ms. Cross, Valentina, or do you need another lesson?" Ms. Cross threatened. I had never seen fear in Val's green eyes, but there it was. She straightened up and pursed her lips in silence, something that I had been trying to get her, or really any student, in my class to do on command.
"Mr. Harper," Vivika said softly, leaving my side to stand in front of me, catching my gaze and holding it with her own. "Remember what I said about you having nothing to worry about? It still applies, so relax."
"Yes, Mr. Harper," Ms. Cross said with amusement in her voice before taking a sip from her glass of dark liquor, "you seem tense. Is something wrong?" She teased, knowing very well what was wrong.
Vivika turned my head back toward her, and gave me a peck on the lips to narrow my focus further onto her. "Don't worry, Mr. Harper. I know about you and my mother."
"You do?" I asked, shocked and unnerved. My eyes leaped from woman to woman, and their faces all conveyed that they knew far more than I did - something else I had grown accustomed to.
"I do. I know you fucked my mother - in fact that's why you're here," she explained. So this would be the place of my execution then, or so I thought. "And I'm so delighted that you did!" she surprised me further with. "Was he as good as I said, mother?"
"Better," Cross said with lust on her tongue. "You girls trained him well."
"Oh, he was really good even at the start, Ms. Cross," Nessa chimed in with a compliment about my sexual performance. Another girl whom I neglected to properly look over when I had arrived. There was no way to begin a description of Vanessa without first mentioning her breasts. I thought to compare their size and perkiness to Ms. Cross's, and I came to the conclusion that they were roughly the same size, though Cross had brown nipples whereas Nessa's were bubblegum pink. Speaking of bubblegum, Nessa was chewing on yet another piece, something she often liked to enjoy. She said it was because she had an oral fixation, and if she wasn't sucking on a titty or a cock, she had to be chewing some gum or licking a lollipop. Back to her breasts, once again Nessa's outfit did nothing to convey modesty about their size; quite the opposite in fact. The faded blue rock tee was stretched beyond its limit, as holes had been naturally torn in the fabric in a few spots around her milky tits. While not as toned as Val's, her tummy was still quite flat, though still with a bit of softness, as was found all over her body. While Val had worn a pair of shorts that would be considered too small to be worn in any public place, Nessa wore a skirt of the same category. Though longer than Val's shorts, she showed the same amount of skin thanks to how she sat, her torn-stockinged-legs crossed, but her body turned slightly so I could see the skirt riding up, and spot the start of her baby blue panties. She wore no shoes, even though I'm sure she arrived wearing some. She just must have taken them off when she came in. Nessa was quite considerate like that.
"Eh, he was alright," Val contradicted, as was her nature to do. She gave me a wink and licked her lips, letting me know she just liked to tease and actually agreed with Nessa.
"Wait, so, you
wanted
me to have sex with her?" I asked Vivika. "With your
mother
?" I clarified, just in case she thought I meant someone else, though I don't know how she could. I was just so set off balance by the whole affair that I had to confirm things I used to believe were obvious.
"No, I wanted you to fuck my mother
after
I told you not to," the vivacious redhead replied, pressing a red painted nail against my chest. The metal, large gap, bracelets clattered together from the sudden show of force from her arm. "It was just another test on your road to becoming completely corrupted. That you would betray my trust after I made it clear I didn't want you being with anyone else, just so you can get off, in more ways than one?" She made a show of being sad, disappointed. Hugging her arms around her midsection, just below her creamy breasts, only half covered by a black and red corset, which in turn only covered half of her stomach. Her low cut black leather pants, seemingly painted on, didn't help matters - exposing much of her pelvic bone and the lace at the hem of her red panties. "Why, it made me so proud!" she exclaimed. "Mmm, just thinking of you banging my mother in her office," she swayed on the spot, her dark-red shadowed eyelids closing softly over amber eyes, and a red smirk forming on her face. "I hope you thought of me, Mr. Harper, while you fucked my mother in the ass."
I looked over to Ms. Cross after Vivika mentioned the anal sex. Cross just smiled and gave a shrug. "There can be no secrets between mothers and daughters, Mr. Harper," she rationalized before closing her dark lips over the rim of her glass, taking another sip of dark liquor.
"I knew I chose well when I picked you, Mr. Harper," Vivika whispered into my ear, following up with a sharp bite, digging her incisor into my earlobe. I lurched back from the sudden pain and my determination to get some answers.
"Okay, this has gone on long enough," I said, standing my ground. "I've been kept in the dark for far too long and I
really
need to know what's going on here before my heart stops."
"Of course, Mr. Harper," Nessa said, sounding so sweet and genuinely concerned.
