Lousy mother ... slut ... little bitch" were just some of the words he used. "Look at yourself!" he yelled.I looked into the full length mirror on the...den door and shuddered. I must have still been pretty drunk when I had gotten dressed, after some casual sex in an upstairs bedroom at the party, and done a poor job of it. My grey skirt was unbuttoned far enough up the thigh to see most of my black panties and there were enough buttons on my blue blouse done up wrong or not buttoned at all to. I tossed the jersey on to the bed.“If your mother knew you were teasing me,” I said, “she would not be happy.”“If Mom knew you wanted to fuck my friend,” she countered, “she would not be happy.”Tiffany tuned, rested her ass against her dresser, and smiled.“If you weren’t your mother’s daughter, I’d screw you as well,” I countered.“So what’s stopping you, besides you’re married to my mother?” Tiffany replied.“Nothing,” I shot back, “except you’re my step-daughter and it would be incestuous.”“No. He was around 22 years old and had blue eyes with spectacle on them and always with a dimpled grin on his face whenever around me. Though very boring, gradually his boyish charm started working on me. However, how it went was completely unexpected. As often the case is in corporate, we tend to work late and in one such evening I was sticking late at over few of my works for filing and entry. He being a new comer had little to refuse and ended up working till 8.30 pm. While I took out my car. Jake turned in the door, keeping his expression calm as he peered back at the room's occupants."Jake, please listen. The school has rules about teachers fraternizing with students," she explained. "It's out of our hands. Word has gotten around and we have parents calling the office worried about the state of affairs here at this school." She drew a breath, heaving a sigh."The change in Elle has been wonderful, however, we cannot allow her to continue teaching. Think of the publicity we would.