In fact, they are seriously unwelcome distractions in this, the unfolding of the greatest mind fuck our vast and twisted imaginations can conjure. Cap...iciously shifting illumination adds to the drama, rendering the room a curious juxtaposition of light and dark, of quaint propriety and boldly daring indiscretion. A carafe of now cold coffee sits idly on the marble topped table next to a tray laden with freshly baked scones. An assortment of jams, butter and the traditional clotted cream look. As I watched, her forefinger extended, and then crooked, in one slow, obvious beckoning motion. For an instant her grey eyes looked up from the book and sparkled at me. I rose and walked to her.I stood behind her, looking down at the top of her head, the shoulders of her jacket, her lap disappearing under the desk. She didn't look up. Her hand moved off of the desk to turn a page of her book. I reached down and put one hand on her shoulder. She sighed the quietest of sighs, and her body shifted. The time honored tradition of checking each and every bed on a particular sleep-cycle.With the intention of putting the 'kabosh' on unauthorized he-ing and she-ing among the cadets.Kiyone herself could right some ... interesting chapters regarding some of the 'goings on' she had personally walked in on.With the intra-species mix back at the academy some of the carnal gymnastics she alone had the dubious pleasure of witnessing...But then boys, girls and well, whatever will be boys, girls and. “Yes, yes, I’m going to cum, Mom!”I wanted that salty cum in my mouth. I wanted to gulp down the cream. To swallow down all my son’s incestuous—I froze, the cucumber thrust deep into my mouth. I trembled there, shock rippling through me. I ripped the vegetable from my lips and panted. Drool ran down my chin. I stared at it, half of it soaked in my saliva.“What the fuck,” I muttered, frightened.What was wrong with me? What had happened to me today? Why was I acting like a complete cock-hungry.