Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter - Sex Stories

Private Tutor for Trophy Mom and Daughter

... going to hire another tutor. What if he hires someone who is fat and ugly and has bad breath and B.O.?" I heard a little giggle behind the door. "C'mon, Linda, pretty please open the door." The door opened a crack. I wiggled a finger. "I'm showing a lot of trust here, Linda, cuz I know you're mad at me, and you could just slam the door and chop my finger off, and I'd never be able to play the piano again." I wiggled two fingers. "Look, I'm trusting you twice as much." Another giggle. "If I poke my nose through the door, will you knock it off?" "No," with a little sniffle. I pushed the door open. "How about a hug?" I extended my arms, and Linda took a little step toward me, allowing me to envelop her in my arms. "I'm really sorry. Do you forgive me?" I felt her head nod against my chest. I broke off, went back into the hallway and got her books. "So, do you have much homework today?" "Ugh, I hate it." We spent the next little while sorting out where she was in her various classes, which gave us a chance to chat a bit about her teachers, the kids in her classes, what she liked and didn't like about school. There was little about it that she liked. She seemed like a pretty unhappy girl who was doing poorly academically with little motivation to improve. She had to read a chapter of her American history book and answer questions at the end of the chapter. In her view, it was an almost impossible, insurmountable task. I asked her to read to me, but it was clear after a few ...

... sentences that she could hardly read at all because she would choke up just at the attempt. "Let's try this, Linda. Let's get comfortable on the easy chair. I'll read the chapter and you can sit on my lap. You follow along with your finger on the words as I read them, and if you feel up for it you can read along with me out loud or just to yourself." She said she would give it a try. I got in the easy chair and she quickly settled into my lap. She was still wearing her school uniform, a very short tartan skirt and button down white blouse and I instantly became aware that my hurried dressing without underpants meant that very little was holding back my cock from starting to harden once again. When she sat in my lap Linda hiked up her skirt so all that separated my semi erect cock from her sweet teen bottom were my sweat pants and her thin cotton panties. I took a deep breath and started reading, but in taking the deep breath I inhaled the sweet smell of her hair, still with a trace of the strawberry fragrance of her shampoo. With one hand, she traced the words as I read them, while she rested her other hand on my arm. I moved my lips close to her ear as I read the book. She snuggled against my chest and wiggled her bottom in my lap as we read; my cock grew as full and hard as it had been at poolside when Linda had walked in on me just as I was about to cum on her mother. Linda traced her fingernails on the back of my arm, and as she began to get bored with American history, she took ...