Like Daughter, Like Mom

It was one of those Spring days in Ohio when the day's high jumped to the 80's, when it should have been in the mid-60's. A small smile crossed Brian Dempsey's face as he walked by the well-manicured lawns of his university campus. Weather like this brought out the just-below-the-crotch shorts that seemed to be the standard apparel for women undergraduates. Mmmm....nice image! That nice image was quickly interrupted by the thought that as one of the self-defined, post-modernist History Department faculty, such thoughts might signify the objectification of women. "Jesus", Brian thought, "stop the continual intellectualizing. Just enjoy." Something he had not done much of since his divorce.

His first appointment of the morning was with Kate - or was it Katie?, damn hard to remember when you teach dozens of nondescript undergraduates. He knew why Katherine Fletcher wanted an appointment. She had earned - no, "received" was the right verb - a gift "D" on her midterm in his HIST 457 American History: Civil War to the Present. Yesterday, he e-mailed her major paper back to her, again with a gift "D". She had chosen the option of writing a narrative from the point of view of a Civil War soldier on July 3, 1863 at the battle of Gettysburg. Not only was her paper poorly written, but she had penned a story in which Gen. George Meade had ordered the infamous Pickett's Charge. Christ, she didn't even know which side was which.

Promptly at 9:00 Kate - he had remembered, it wasn't "Katie" - appeared at his door in the expected uniform. Tight, white shorts about 2" below the crotch and a low-cut T-shirt that outlined her firm, young breasts perfectly well with a little hint of nipples underneath. Although well-practiced in the art of "keep your eyes up here", Brian found himself unable to resist the occasional gaze at this lovely, nubile woman's bare legs and inviting breasts. But, long ago he had realized that sex with an undergraduate student - even if consensual - was a career-ender. Plus, would he really want to have sex with someone who was literally younger than his own daughter? Probably not, he was never had much use for Freud.

Still, as he tried to patiently explain Kate's many errors to her that merited, really, no more than an "F", one recurring thought distracted him. "Damn, I would really like to fuck...her mother."

Kate stormed out of associate professor Dempsey's office in a shower of tears with some muttered angry words as well. It didn't take long for the storm to return.

In less than an hour Brian's office phone rang. The caller ID read "Kingman". Odd...he couldn't place anyone by that name. With some caution, he answered with his usual "Dr. Dempsey, here". A woman's sharp voice replied, "Rebecca Kingman here, Kate Fletcher's mother". Shit...every couple of years a helicopter parent landed on him - never pleasant. She continued with barely a pause, "I need to speak with you about your harsh grading of my daughter's work. I will be in town next week on business. When may I have an appointment with you?"

"Oh my", mused Brian, "this could be an interesting week ahead of me." He offered her a Tuesday morning appointment which she accepted, as he mind played with images of what an older version of Kate Fletcher might look like.

Rebecca Kingman was relaxing in her suburban home doing a New York Times Crossword puzzle when her phone rang. She spent the next 15 minutes talking to her daughter, Kate, who was upset about her post-Civil War History class. They both knew that history was not her daughter's strong suite. In fact, Kate's strongest suite was atracting guys and even a few girls.
But, Rebecca knew that Kate had to graduate to get the job she wanted in hospitality. Other than her history classes she was getting B's and C's so she agreed to have a word with the instructor to defend her child's honor and grade.
As soon as she hung up she called the instructor, "Professor Demsey this is Rebecca Kingman, Kate Fletcher's mom, I think we need to talk. I'll be there next week when can I meet with you?"
"Next Tuesday will be fine so we can get to the bottom of this."
Tuesday came and Rebecca was knocking at the professor's office door at 8:55 am. She was wearing a low cut blouse that amply showed her C-cup cleavage and was thin enough that her nipples were evident. Her skirt was two inches above her knees with a slit up to her waist with stockings and 4" heels, "Professor Dempster I presume," she said when the door opened.

Brian had been up until the wee hours grading the final papers for all of the classes that he was teaching. He was so tired, he had nearly forgot about his appointment with Rebecca Kingman. He was staring out the window chugging down his third cup of coffee for the morning. Her knock on his door nearly made him jump out of his seat.

He turned his chair to face the door. Wow...he was not prepared for the picture that Ms. Kingman presented. Sure, the thought she might well be an attractive, older version of Kate, but he hand not imagined her dressed in revealing clothes and CFM heels!

Mr. Dempsey, I presume.

"Well, the kids here call me all sorts of things, but for another adult, 'Brian' will do. Please have a seat, and let's see if we can 'get to the bottom of this', as you said on the phone.

Every pore of Rebecca Kingman was filled with both sexuality and authority which she hoped the Professor picked up on now. She took a seat and crossed her legs letting her shoe dangle from her foot knowing the effect she could be having on the younger man.
Sitting up straight she looked into the haggered eyes, "Brian the grading situation simply cannot be allowed to stay as it is. I am a businesswoman and myself and my late-husband have given large sums of money to this school. And, as a business woman I know there is always a solution to a problem I am sure you will agree. My daughter must get an acceptable grade in your class the only question is how that happens."
Her hand was toying with the hem of her dress. She didn't think money was the answer to the dilemma as Kate had mentioned that the professor was a bit of an idealist or some such nonsense. In her world money talked but there were other ways of talking - like blackmail or sex and others. She bored her eyes into his waiting for a reaction.

Damn...this was certainly no ordinary helicopter parent! In addition to appearing at his door dressed more like a woman bent on a night in a hot club, no parent had ever before had ever so directly challenged his authority. Rebecca, apparently, was not to be denied.

Money really didn't interest him much. Fuck, universities these days were just chasing rich people like a bunch of whores. In fact, he was rather offended by Rebecca's leading with a reference to her family's donation to the university. How dare she?!

However, there was that dangling shoe. And all of the rest of this very hot woman who wanted - no insisted - on something from him.

Aware of the tightness in his pants and the small beads of sweat that were forming under his shirt, Brian tried to speak with some professional demeanor. "Rebecca," he began, "may I address you informally? My grades do not have monetary value. I'm not saying that you were offering a guid pro quo of grades for money, but I just must get that out on the table." However, I understand that you are concerned deeply about Kate's grade in my class, and that as a successful business woman you understand that it is often possible to come to non-monetary business agreements. At the moment, I don't have time to enter into lengthy negotiations because my next class begins in about...uh...8 minutes. And I have a busy schedule today. But, since you are in town on business, how about if we reconvene this business meeting at my place at, say, 4:30. It's only about 4 blocks from here.

She watches him as he gathers his thoughts and sees the beads of sweat and knows she has him.
"Brian I know money isn't the be all in your world but that said, we will reach some sort of agreement and my daughter will get the grade I decide she will get." She stands up and places her knuckles on his desk leaning over it looking him directly in the eyes and observes his reaction as the result of her leaning is that her tits are dangling straight down and almost entirely visible to the instructor, "I will be at your place at 4:30 but if you mess up whatever arrangement we make I'll ruin you. You'd better believe I can do it. You will be lucky to work at McDonald's if you go back on our deal!" She takes a piece of paper from him with the address on it and waits for his reply.

Brian's first reaction to her statements was disbelief turning into fear. More sweat. When he facetiously had fantasized about fucking Kate's mother, he had felt some lust but mostly just amusing fantasy. He was never going to meet Kate's mom. When Rebecca Kingman appeared at his door, lust had completely filled his brain. Now, fear and intimidation. Holy shit!

Then, it hit him. He had forgotten to analyze this like the student of history that he was. This wasn't about a mother's protective love for her daughter, and it certainly wasn't about lust or erotic adventure. No, this was about power. He'd been studying about power for his whole career. This, he could handle.

Yes...in fact, HE held the cards. It was almost impossible to successfully challenge a professor's grade. He had heard stories about politically powerful parents and wealthy alumni protesting even to the university president himself, all to no avail. And, Rebecca Kingman couldn't blackmail him. What was she going to say, "I offered him money for grades, but he chose sex instead?" A plan slowly formed in Brian's mind. He arranged his schedule so that he could arrive well ahead of the appointed time. He suspected that Rebecca would, if anything, be a bit early. He hoped so.

Brian's study was a converted former garage with it's own door to the street, and a door to that opened into the home's foyer. As a vestige of its former garage self, the door to the foyer could be locked from the foyer side so that one could be locked out of the foyer. Brian mentally rehearsed his strategy, changed his clothes, and sat down with a glass of his favorite wine to wait for Rebecca's arrival.

Rebecca Kingman arrived, as predicted, at about 4:25. Brian sat quietly as she rang his doorbell...and he waited. A second ring, a little more urgent...he waited again. On the third ring, he opened the door slowly, blocking the foyer in such a way that only entrance to his study was possible. Dressed in a tweed sport jacket, well-pressed shirt and pants, and wearing a conservative tie he motioned to the door to his study and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Kingman, please go in and have a seat. I will be with you shortly, you're a bit early for our appointment." As soon as Rebecca entered his study with its large oak desk and the trappings of a very successful career, Brian closed the study door to the foyer, locking it from the foyer side. She could leave by the outside door, but he knew she wouldn't. Brian sat down, did a few deep breathing exercises, and kept Rebecca waiting for a few minutes after their 4:30 appointed time. He was never into the Dom/Sub thing, and had no interest in doing so now. But...he was not going to lose this power battle. They would have sex, or not. Kate would get a better grade, or not. But either would be on his terms. This was going to be fun.

Brian slowly and deliberately opened the door to his study - his turf - and said, "Thank you, Ms. Kingman for waiting. Shall we begin our negotiations?"

Rebecca strolled casually out of his office knowing he was intimidated but also knew that he was a very smart man, after all, he is an assistant professor. She had her security department research him before ever showing up at his office. She knew it would be a challenge. Apparently the professor had a clean record, at least nothing blackmailable. So, she would use the sex route but she knew that was a risky proposition. The guy was good looking so the sex would be fun but she needed to put one more piece in place.
Politely she walked into the professor's study and waited for him. When he came in and asked about proceeding with the negiotiations she ran a hand over her left breast, "By all means Professor."
Just then the office phone rang. "Right on time," she thought to herself. The professor frowned but picked it up as it was his unlisted line. She watched in delight as his expression changed. She had no intention of harming the professor but might have to if he weren't a good boy. She could have just arranged the phone call and forgotten the sex but it was more fun this way.
She could hear the muffle voice threaten both the professor's manhood and life unless he complied. The voice was so cold and calculating that anyone would correctly think it was real especially coming on his unlisted line. She hoped it would send a cold shiver down his spine. She had met the enforcer when she had problems with a stalker who initially did not take him serious and wound up with a broken leg.
As he hung up the phone, "I think my daughter will be getting an 'A', don't you?" she smiled broadly undoing the top button of her blouse.

Fear returned to Brian, no...panic! He had never thought that she would go this far. Blackmail or bribery are one thing; the use of a goon threatening serious violence quite another.

At his best, Brian could be a very fast thinker. Thoughts flooded his mind now. She had won, completely and utterly. Kate's unearned grade was almost minor by comparison to Rebecca's complete triumph in the power game - the game that he had, in some ways, initiated. But, wait, there was something still wrong with this picture. Rebecca had gotten everything she wanted - Kate's grade and her triumph - she no longer needed to use sex as a briber or a weapon. Sex was now irrelevant. So, why was she unbuttoning her blouse? There were many possibilities, but the most obvious was that Rebecca wanted to have sex with him - not for Kate's grade or for winning the power struggle - she already had both. Maybe she wanted an erotic encounter, and he just happened to be the currently available option. Hmm...he had lost the war for sure, but maybe there was still a skirmish or two where he might come out on top. "Come out on top", a nice thought under the current circumstances.

The blood was returning rapidly to Brian's face. He rose quickly, doffed his sport coat and tie, and walk directly to Rebecca, who by this time was also standing. She also had managed to unbutton all but the last button of her blouse, causing her C-cup tits to fall out of her blouse. Brian shot a hand around her neck, pulled her face to his, and kissed her lustily. With his other hand her grabbed one of her beautiful tits and started fondling it hard. "Ok, Rebecca", he thought, "let's see who comes out on top."

Rebecca smiled internally as he removed his tie and jacket but she was smart enough to know that there were details to be worked out but at the moment she was just plain horny. She had hoped to avoid sex with this man once the phone call had come through for her but something about the Professor turned her on and it had been a couple of months without sex for her.
One thing she needed to talk with Brian about was her daughter's grade as she didn't want the little shit just tobe handed a great grade if she could help it. They would make her at least put forth an effort. But now her mind was on the bulge in the instructor's pants as she shrugged off her blouse.
"I'm glad you see the light Brian,that behind us now let's have some fun!" she kissed him again and dug her nails into his shoulders then raked them up his back under his shirt.

Well...that was that - she had won, but she now just wanted to "have some fun". OK, he could do that.

His mind briefly turned to Kate. He wondered who she was fucking, if anyone. Hell, if she took after her Mom, it must be somebody. But, Kate would be a hard girl for a guy to date. She was whiny and damn demanding. In other words, she was a high maintenance girl. She might be a good fuck - who knows - but it better be worth it. Like many college kids these days, maybe she just had an endless string of "hook-ups". He realized that he couldn't just give her an "A" with no explanation. Obviously, he couldn't tell her the truth. He'd have to dream up some alternate, fake-ola assignment or something. He wondered if this was something that he would have to negotiate with Rebecca. She was smart; she must realize that he couldn't just tell Kate that all of a sudden she was an A-student in his class. But, that was for another hour. Now, on with the fun.

When the previous owner had turned the garage into a family room - now his home office - he had put down cheap, but smooth, wall-to-wall carpeting. Probably because the underlying, original floor was concrete they had installed a double-thickness of spongy underlayment padding. Brian hated it; he always felt like he was walking on wrestling mats or something. He kept intending to replace it, but never had. Now, though, this was an advantage. No reason why they couldn't fuck comfortably right there on his floor.

Rebecca's hard returned kiss and her nails digging into his back signified something he already knew. This was not going to be any complicated, subtle love-making. This was going to just be hard sex. Good! That's how he felt about Rebecca, and mirrored exactly the mood he was in at the moment.

Rebecca was now naked from the waist up. During their lusty kissing they had both managed to kick of their shoes. With one strong arm he kept them pressed tightly to each other. He slid his other hand down her back, grabbed her ass hard once just for fun, then deftly unfastened her slutty skirt which obligingly fell to the floor. Only her black silk panties were left on her well-toned, hot body. When he slid his free hand to the top of the waistband of her now-wet panties, he heard a quiet, but sharp moan from her throat. Good...she was losing some of that exquisite control that she had been displaying from the first. Brian plunged his hand into her panties instantly finding and squeezing her hard clit roughly between his thumb and forefinger. This time the moan was not stifled, but loud enough to be heard several rooms away.

"OK, Rebecca", he gasped, "your turn".

As Brian was busy feeling her up and finding her clit Rebecca took advantage of this and unfastened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down his legs. Cupping his ass, "Yumm...nice fuckable ass." Reaching in front she yanked his cock hard then squeezed his balls hard, not hard enough to cause much pain but hard enough for him to moan.
Taking advantage of his pants being wrapped up around his lower legs she pushed him down on to the soft carpet. Then sitting her wet panties on his face she helped him off with the pants and undies before licking the head of his cock with her active tongue, "We'll see if you can handle 3 holes Brian!" It was a challenge he would like welcome.

They were both moaning now, and ready for more. When Rebecca grabbed his cock and balls, Brian lost his breath control and let out a moan. He knew that when she pushed down his pants around his leg they were going to fall to the floor. Fine by him. The smell of her wet pussy pushed him to even more excited arousal. When she started to lick the head of his cock, he nearly screamed in ecstasy. She was good. Brian put both of his hands on her gorgeous ass and lifted her up just enough that he could pull her panties down onto her thighs. Now there was nothing between her wet pussy and rock-hard clit, and his mouth and tongue. He could feel her body shiver as he ran his tongue up and down her labia, working a rhythm matched to her licking his cock. With a difficult twist of his head he caught her clit between his teeth and bit down - not hard enough to cause extreme pain, but just enough to cause her to scream with pleasure.

When he bit her clit she screamed out the bite causing her to bite the head of his stiff rod hard. She swirled her tongue around his mushroom head before taking him deeper and deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon she was all out mouth fucking this stranger with the big cock in his home study. Going two months without sex was just too long and she would not let it happen again.She ground her hips against the professor's face, her nipples brushing his stomach as she now obtained a rhythm and was full out mouth fucking him.

Her bit to his cock sent shivers through Phil's body, but that was just the beginning. Her full mouth fucking him was unbelievably hot. He moaned with every stroke she took. His impulse was to respond by thrust his hips back to her face as she mouth fucked him, but he steeled himself to not give in just yet.

They were in the 69 position, and he was nearly pinned to the carpet. It had been quite a few years since he had been a college wrestler at 175, but he still remembered a few of his old best moves. With an enormous physical effort that was going to require a lot of ibuprofen later, he not only rolled them over, but he rotated himself head-to-foot, so that they were now aligned in the same direction. He knew her pussy was soaking wet, lubrication was not going to be a problem. Using his weight to momentarily pin her torso, he thrust his big, hard cock deep into her pussy. Releasing his weight from her, he grabbed her hips with both of his hands so that she couldn't move, while he rose up enough so that they were face to face. With an expression that seemed like a cross between lust and anger, he said, "You wanted this dance, let's see what you've got."

After being rolled over Rebecca grunted when the cock invaded her cunt.She gave his ass three sharp swats even as her hips came up to meet his thrusts. Then grabbing his head by his hair she yanked it back so she was looking him in the eyes, "Now who is in a hurry!? Your bitch didn't say you could fuck her, did she? As longs as you are there you better fuck me hard and good. And, you'd better have stamina left for the rest of me!" She dragged his neck to her mouth and bit him marking him before resuming fucking him back and playing with his sexy ass. Her busy mind at the same had a couple of plans in mind for Kate.

And, you'd better have stamina left for the rest of me!" What did she have in mind? No matter, her hip bucking back at him was all he needed to know at the moment. He took her challenge seriously "you better fuck me hard". He pulled his long, hard cock out has far as he could without leaving her pussy, then slammed into her her, driving her ass into the soft carpet and causing a moan to escape her lips. She responded with equal vigor, nearly raising them off the floor with her bucking hips. Again and again, he thrust, harder each time than the last as her moans filled every corner of his study. He exerted every ounce of his strength to keep from cumming, though, God knows, he was ready. Funny, though, although her face was contorted with pleasure and pain, her eyes suggested that her mind was elsewhere. What the fuck was she thinking?

With a 150+ IQ and a nearly nyphomaniac sex drive Rebecca was always multi-tasking in her mind. Among the many things that flew through her head was the possibility of a three way with Kate and this sexy dude, but that might have to wait until after the semester. Not only that but she wanted to plow his ass with a strap-on after he took her own ass. The thoughts just kept coming including making him do Kate's papers or having him tutor her one on one so she would know the difference between Abe Lincoln and Jefferson Davis.
She wrapped her limber legs around the professor and kicked his ass she slid a hand into his crack and stabbed her middle finger into his ass hole up to the second knuckle, "Cum in me, fill my pussy you mother fucker!" She could care less at the moment that she was not on any kind of birth control.

With her finger in his ass he lost the control he and been holding onto for so long. In multiple hard spasms he filled her pussy with his cum, and entertained her with his loud moan.

God...this woman was both filled with anger, lust, and aggression all at the same time. Why would he not be surprised at that. She had presented herself that way right from the start.

He was still horny as hell, and he realized that what she wanted was rough sex until she was sated. Suddenly, he realized what would really piss her off. Not slapping, or butt-fucking, or bondage, or any other wild sex. No. He pulled out of her, stood up quickly, said, "Thanks...that was great!", deliberately picked up his clothes and headed to the shower, locking the bathroom door behind him.

Pulling back on her panties, "Little boy needs to hide the bathroom door, huh. Can't handle a real woman! What's the matter your cock already limp, can't keep it up?" She says through the bathroom not yelling but loud enough to be heard.
"Since you are afraid of me I guess that means you will write all of Kate's papers including rewriting the one that started all of this." She liesurely began to collect her clothes placing them on a chair.

Through the steaming shower water Brian could hear Rebecca's taunts. "...your cock already limp...". God, how pathetic; he'd heard better taunts from high schoolers. She could use her riches to hire goons, and her quick mind to develop game-winning power strategies, but that didn't give her much to be proud of.

He had already decided how to take care of Kate's grade. He would offer her the option of doing two papers that she could swap out for the mid-term and the major paper for which she had earned a "D". Her papers would be crap, of course, but no matter. Once he e-mailed her A grades to her, Kate would never ask to see her papers. Besides, he would ghost write two other versions, hand-write instructor's comments on them, and file them away. If anyone ever asked to see Kate's papers, he'd show them the ghost-written ones.

The grading matter was taken care of. Fine. He just never wanted to see Rebecca again.

Hearing no reaction from him she decided he was more mature than most guys. True, many would merely finish their shower and tell her to get out but a larger perecentage would prove their manhood. But, he was in the third category of self confident men who probably was half laughing at her comments.
She took back off her wet panties and then put back on the rest of her clothes. Then she laid the sopping wet panties on a clear spot on his desk and wrote him a note:
"Brian,
I trust you will do right by Kate as believe it or not she has had some terrible breaks which is why I pulled out all of the stops. I'm glad you didn't fly off the handle when I taunted you just now as it proves how together you are.Actually that was some of the best sex I've ever had so if you are ever in the mood for no strings sex give me a call at 666-6666. I'll probably look you up at semester's end to thank you,
Becky"
She felt a strange attachment to him and wasn't normally a submissive but thought she could be for him.