Thank you for all the comments, positive and negative, about the first chapter of this story. It helps to know what you think.
In Chapter 1 Zach used subliminal messages to convince his father and mother that it was time for him to become head of the household and occupy his mother's bed. In this Chapter Zach employs the same technology on a teacher who is persecuting a friend. I have one more chapter planned after this.
As per Chapter 1, Kelly Winters gets the credit for the best stuff here.
And, as always, all story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.
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Ivanka, wearing a white mini-dress, standing at the top of the stairs, said, "Bob, I just got a text from Zach, he's running late and we have a date tonight. Can you give me a hand?"
Bob put down his tablet, walked up the stairs, zipped up the back of her dress, and followed her to the bedroom she shared with their son. There were several pairs of shoes on the bed.
"What do you think he'll like best?"
Shoes stylish, heels tall and thin, he knew his wife would look fabulous in all of them, but Bob recalled Zach admiring the black open-toed pumps. Ivanka slipped them on and looked at herself in one of the mirrors that adorned the bedroom's walls.
"They do look great. Thank you dear, he'll love them."
When the front door opened Ivanka hurried downstairs and greeted her son with a, "Welcome home my darling," and a non-motherly kiss. Bob, following behind, said, "Hey son, your Mom says you're running late. I can drop you off at the restaurant, it'll save a few minutes."
"Thanks Dad, that'd be great."
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Ivanka's hand was under the table, stroking Zach's erection, when Vinceto Lombardi, the establishment's owner, approached.
"Ivanka, good of you to come."
"Very much Vincento, your food is wonderful, as always. This is my date," then, noting Vincento's quizzical look, corrected herself, "Excuse me, my son, Zach."
Zach reached for Vincento's hand. "It's good to meet you sir. Your pizza's amazing."
"Kind of you to say."
Ivanka's hand never left Zach's lap. She wanted him primed (although, to be fair, he was always primed) to fuck her.
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When, holding hands, Zach and Ivanka came through the door, Bob said, "I could have picked you guys up."
"Thanks Dad, but the moon's full; it was the perfect night to walk home."
Bob, pleased to see his wife and son so happy, said, "How was the meal?"
Ivanka, handing him a small box, said, "Great, we brought you some, your favorite, anchovy," then turned to her son and said, "Darling, I think I ate too much, I need to lie down. Come keep me company?"
Bob popped open a beer, started on the pizza. When he heard his wife's low moans he turned up the television, thinking he used to make her sound like that, well not exactly like that, but on his best days, sorta kinda.
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A group of students had gathered at the coffee shop. Cindy was explaining that she'd seen Walker being escorted to the headmaster's office. The rumor was that Jasmine Stokes, who taught psychology and sociology, had found a couple joints in Walker's back pack.
Zach's phone buzzed, it was Walker. He found a quiet corner to talk to his friend, Walker had left his bag in the classroom over the weekend. On Monday Ms. Stokes noticed it, opened it, found the pot. Zach returned to the group, reported on the conversation, then texted his mother to let her know he'd be late.
Ivanka read the text, told the maid to put dinner in the refrigerator, and texted Bob to let him know about the delay. Bob used the time to deposit a load in Trixie's ever-willing mouth; Ivanka used it to put on an Agent Provocateur Valentine Body Black And Multi, a short silk kimono and heels, then comb out her hair; at Zach's request she was letting it grow out.
When the door opened Ivanka hurried to the foyer, frowning when Bob stepped inside. Seeing the disappointment on his wife's face he said, "Sorry, only me, but I'm sure he'll be home soon."
Ivanka smiled, kissed her husband's cheek, and said, "I'm sorry dear, I want you to know how much I appreciate you. I'm doubly blessed, to have a lover like my son and a husband willing to let his son take his place."
"He's my son too, I'm as proud of him as you."
When the door opened Ivanka wrapped her arms around Zach, kissed his lips, then turned to her husband and said, "Bob, dinner's in the frig. Can you heat it up, three minutes on the microwave. Zach and I will set the table."
With Bob in the kitchen Ivanka and Zach exchanged a sweet French kiss. Zach considered taking her upstairs, but there was business to attend to.
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After dinner they gathered in the living room, where Bob said, "I was on the employment committee when Jasmine Stokes was hired. She was smart, but didn't have the kind of experience we normally require. On the other hand, her husband had just made a substantial contribution to the school." He looked to Ivanka and said, "Didn't you interview her?"
Ivanka, absent-mindedly stroking the back of Zach's neck, said, "I did. Professional, smart, excellent educational background, but, as you said, she was just out of school. During our conversation I also sensed a stubbornness to her. I asked whether, in light of her lack of experience, she was ready for Trinity's spoiled teenagers and their sense of entitlement. She immediately got defensive, dug in her heels. She was angry I'd questioned her. I was afraid that when challenged by a student she'd do the same. I expressed my concern to the administration, but, as your father said, her husband had made that contribution."
