“Your not my mother! Your not! And you'll never be my mother! Never!” I replied.“We took you in, I took you in, and cared for you, to me that's ... mother” she replied.“Well your not, to me you're nothing” I replied(Slap) she slas me across the face.“After everything we gave you, after everything we've done for you,” she replied tearfully.“You should have never adopted me, you should have looked the other way” I replied.“You know why we adopted you” she replied.“Don't know, don't care” I. This made me spin around and sit up so fast that both his hands slipped down to my hips. There we were on the couch, his hands on my hips, my soft smooth skin in his hands. I saw his big tool (near about 8-9 inch long and hard) and cached that with my hand. The site of her in her bra sprawled under me drove me to new levels of excitement. The warmth of his hands running up and down me torso made me moan with pleasure. I exposing my long smooth legs. His hands explored my thighs. “oooh!!!. Lay on your back, spread your legs as wide as you can, and grab your ankles! He was really getting going on this, so I did very willingly and there I was showing all for him on that locker room floor. He rubbed my pussy and played with my clit for a minute before diving in face first. Very sloppily done, but satisfying nonetheless. He stopped and started stroking his dick looking at me. I guess instinct took over because he definitely wasnt this aggressive about it when he first came in here. I. G. wanted her naughty and selfish daughter to have some of the grief and pain that she had endured from countless boyfriends and suiters who came up short in their promises and their declarations of love and respect. They had all disappointed her and now she had the professor right where she wanted him and if she had to use the vision of her precocious flirting daughter to hook the man she would not hesitate to tie her to a stake and set her out as bait.Soon professor M. grew accustomed to.