Dating Aria: Fake Mom, Real Results
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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.
