Saturday at noon. What better to be doing on the first day after school got out than to be delivering a punishment-delayed diploma to a young 18-year old hottie? Especially one that lived in a rural trailer on a secluded piece of land. A secluded piece was exactly what I wanted.
Besides, she'd invited me over for seconds after completing her morning punishment detail. D-cups and tail. Detail. You bet.
Yeah, I'd already put my assistant principal's job on the line a couple of hours earlier and I was trying to make sure I got my money's worth. I turned down the gravel county road, drove a mile, and then took the left onto the dirt path leading into a stand of pine trees. About a hundred yards in, you could see the doublewide. The only car there was her ten-year old Camaro. Perfect.
I parked my truck next to the Camaro, and got out, holding the envelope with her diploma. I walked up the stairs to the front door, and knocked. That's when I got my surprise. The woman who answered the door was short and stacked. But it wasn't Cat.
Yeah, same height, same body type, except maybe fifteen pounds heavier, most of it in her tits. Her hair wasn't that auburn color halfway between red and brown. Well, maybe it had been before she bleached it. She was probably twice Cat's age, and carried herself with the same kind of provocative air. "Yes? Can I help you?" she said with a slight smile.
I instantly knew who it had to be. "Miz House, I'm Lance Spears from the high school. Katherine did her punishment detail this morning, and I'm here to deliver her diploma." I gave her a smile and tried to look her in the eye the whole time. It was difficult.
Why was it difficult? Because she dressed like her daughter, that's why. She was wearing a tee shirt from a local bar called the Wooden Nickel. It was white with a cut in the front collar that extended down to her sternum, the bottom of the shirt cropped off at around the belly button. Oh, and that shirt was really tight, and advertised the fact that she had really, really big tits and no bra. She also had on a short tennis-style skirt and was barefoot. Her hair was a little mussed. It almost looked like she'd just crawled out of bed and was willing to get back in it. I mean, damn. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"Actually, it's Roderick, Katelyn Roderick," she said. "I've had to keep my exes' name for legal reasons." "That asshole," I heard her mumble under her breath. "Mister Spears? Cat's mentioned you. Come on in." She gestured with her hand, inviting me into the trailer.
It was impossible not to notice her tits bouncing as she did so. There was something about the sum total of her that made me want to throw her down on the floor and take her, right there. I'd never been hit upside the head before like that by a woman's appearance. I kept my thoughts to myself as much as I could and followed her. Damn, the way her ass swayed when she walked only made it worse.
The living room had an overstuffed sofa opposite the door. "Sit down, please," she said. "Is that her diploma in the envelope?"
"Sure is," I answered. I handed it to her. "She would have gotten it last night if she hadn't vandalized Miss Morton's room."
"Yeah, I know," she replied. "That was stupid."
"It got her stuck picking up trash the morning after graduation, Miz Roderick."
"Call me Kitty. I understand she had to be punished, but Miss Morton's a real bitch. She gave Cat all kinds of grief this year."
"Kitty, I hate to say it, but Cat brought a lot of it on herself. She gave Miss Morton attitude from day one."
Kitty took a deep breath, and then let out a big sigh. Damn, it just stretched out her t-shirt even more. Damn. It was hard to concentrate. I tried to sit there and not betray my thoughts.
"Can I call you Lance?" she asked. I nodded. "Lance, Cat's had a tough couple of years. We moved twice since she started high school because I had to get away from my ex-husband. He's a real asshole, and threatened me. He had enough pull with the local sheriff up in Kentucky to stay out of jail, but we had to move around twice to get clear of him and then she had to start all over again this year at another school. Senior year is a bad time to have to do that."
"That's tough, all right. Still, there are lines you just can't cross. She kept crossing them and I finally had to lower the boom on her. That's my job as assistant principal. I have to keep all the kids in line, and I can't play favorites or I'll lose control of discipline. You understand, I hope."
She looked down while I was talking to her, and I could have sworn she was looking at my crotch, checking it out. When she looked up at me, she shook her head. "Believe me, I know. She's been driving me crazy this year, especially after she turned 18. She started staying out late with her new friends and coming in at all hours, and her grades weren't what they should have been. She should have had A's instead of B's and a few C's."
I nodded sympathetically. She continued, "It didn't help that I'm stuck working as a waitress at the Wooden Nickel. It means I'm gone most nights and that left her here without supervision. At 18 she's old enough to get into all kinds of trouble. I sure did at that age. I was supposed to work this afternoon, but I called out so I would have a chance to talk to you. I sent Cat over to her friend Melissa's so we could talk freely."
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"A water would be fine," I answered.
"Coming right up." She got up and walked to her kitchen, which gave me another chance to admire the way she walked. I heard the refrigerator door open and close, and she walked back into the living room with two bottled waters. She leaned over to hand me my water, and gave me a nice view down her shirt. Nice view for sure.
When she sat down on the sofa, she pulled her left leg under her, sitting half tailor-seat, right leg dangling over the side so she could face me. That exposed even thigh, and I didn't get a flash of panties. That was even more distracting, because it got me wondering. Then she really got my attention.
"Lance, I have something really important to ask you."
"Certainly, Kitty."
"Did my daughter do what she was supposed to do during her detention?"
Oh, oh. "What do you mean?"
"Was she picking up trash for an hour, or did something else happen?"
Oh SHIT! I could feel my face go red. My employment life flashed before my eyes. "Excuse me?"
"Cat came home with a wild story this morning. I want to know if it's true."
I had to play this one just right, or my life was going to be over. "You'd better tell me what she said."
She took a deep breath. Despite my panic, I couldn't help but notice the way her tits stretched her shirt when she inhaled.
"When Cat came home about an hour ago, she was walking funny. I know what that funny walk means, too. I could tell she just hadn't been picking up trash. When I asked her how her school detention went, she gave me a funny look. 'Fine, momma,' she said.
"I asked her to define 'fine.' She started to stammer, so I got firm. 'You weren't just picking up trash were you?' I said. 'What the hell were you doing all this time?'
"That's when she told me that you forced her, Mr. Spears. She said you took her off into the woods and told her she'd been a handful all year, so you wanted to get more than a handful. She said you grabbed her tits, then made her suck your dick before you took her clothes off and fucked her."
Kitty had this intense look on her face, but I noticed her nipples were practically bursting through her t-shirt. Her face was flushed as she continued to recount a story that could put me in jail if anyone believed it.
"I told her she was full of shit, that I knew she had a couple of boyfriends that she'd snuck off into the woods with. She looked surprised, but I told her I wasn't dumb. I had been 18 once myself and knew how that worked. I also told her I wasn't just going to take her word for it.
"We went into my bedroom and I examined her. She took off her panties and spread her legs so I could see. Her pussy was puffy and dark pink, the way a pussy looks after it's been fucked hard by a really big cock. There was cum still leaking out, and her panties were full of cum as well. She looked at me and said 'I told you momma. He made me do him, and he was real big.'
"When she told me you had said you were coming by at noon for more, I cleaned her up and told her to go to Melissa's, and that I would deal with you myself. Mainly, I wanted to find out if she was bullshitting me or not. Now, tell me why I shouldn't go to the school, and to the cops, and get your ass fired MISTER Spears."
My mouth was open after listening to this version of events. But my mind was racing. I again noticed that the nipples on her huge tits were practically jumping out of the t-shirt. And then I looked down at the couch. Not only did I not see a flash of panties like you'd expect considering how short her skirt was and the way she was sitting, I noticed a damp spot on the sofa cushion where she was perched. That's when I knew what I had to do.
"Kitty, I'm not going to insult your intelligence. Something did happen this morning, but her version of events isn't even close to reality. I'm going to tell you all about it, and I'll leave it to your sense of fairness to decide what to do, okay?"
She squirmed a little in her seat, then replied. "That sounds fair enough." Then she surprised me by leaning forward and putting her hand on my thigh. "But understand, I want the full and complete truth. No bullshit, no evasions. I want to know EXACTLY what she did, and what you did."
The feel of her hand on my leg had an immediate effect. I did my best to hide it, but I knew she saw the physical reaction her touch provoked. I saw her lick her lips ever so subtly. I knew then that today could turn out to be a very good day for me.
"I'm going to predict that Cat doesn't like to do much cleaning around the house, right?" She gave a little snort of agreement. "Today, she came dressed to distract, to try to get out of doing punishment for vandalizing the teacher's room. Kitty, she knows she has a hot little body and was playing it up all the way. No bra with big tits like hers and a tight shirt, little bitty shorts, waving her ass around. She knew exactly what she was doing.
