Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter - Sex Stories

Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter

Chapter I: Landing the New Job I graduated from college just as the economy took a sharp downturn and the job market for English majors was considerably bleaker than it normally is. After failing to land a teaching job, I put ads in some upscale publications as a private tutor. Living on Manhattan's Upper West Side I thought I had a good chance of stringing along enough students to keep my head above the water. It turned out that I would only need a single customer. The call came from the Talbotts of Connecticut, real blue blood DAR Yankees with pedigree and wealth. I corresponded with Mrs. Talbott about tutoring her daughter, Linda, who was having great difficulty graduating high school. She had just turned 18 but was in danger of flunking out. I sent Mrs. Talbott my resume and references. She also asked me to send her a photo of myself and to allow her to check out my Facebook page. Finally, she agreed to send her chauffeur to pick me up and bring me out to their mansion. Mr. Talbott was not around, which I soon learned was the norm. He is a high powered New York lawyer, the senior partner in his firm, who keeps an apartment in the city--and in several other cities around the world--and rarely comes home. I was meeting the third Mrs. Talbott he had gone through. Mr. Talbott is in his early 70's and the third Mrs. Talbott is half his age, in her mid-30s, and Linda is a daughter from Mrs. Talbott's teenage years, about half her age, just turned 18. I was expecting a ...

... matronly society woman, but discovered Mrs. Talbott--Nina--to be what can only be described as a trophy wife. She looked like a beauty queen. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, breasts that I immediately thought were too large to be God-given, not to mention such perfect features that I suspected had cost Mr. Talbott a small fortune in cosmetic surgery and dental bills. She wore a cream colored, translucent button-down blouse that beautifully displayed her cleavage, held in place by a lacy cream-colored bra. She had a perfect tan, golden skin that highlighted not just her face, neck, and chest, but also her long, shapely legs. She was wearing a skirt that was actually a conservative length, but it was the wrap around kind, so when she sat down it parted high on her thigh. She had a habit of jiggling the upper foot over her gorgeously crossed legs, dangling at the end of her toes her spiked high-heeled shoe and with the leg movements making her skirt ride higher and higher up her deliciously long thigh. For all the wealth of her surroundings and her quite intimidating beauty, Mrs. Talbott was actually quite friendly and down to earth. She immediately asked me to call her Nina. In turn, I invited her to call me by my first name, Joe. She said that she was really impressed by my resume, not only by my academic credentials, but also that I was on the swim team and the tennis team, and played the piano. "When I saw your picture I got really excited at the prospect that you could be our tutor and ...