I always had a philosophy of punishing my students in a way somehow related to the crime that they had committed, but perhaps in this case I should ha...e forgotten about that, but, as you well know, for right or wrong, I did not.“So young lady! What have you been up to this time?” I asked.You stared down at your feet, your cheeks flushing scarlet.“Well come on girl, I don’t have all day!”You looked up at me briefly, mumbling something quite inaudible.“For goodness’ sake girl, speak up! I doubt. I looked over my bed to find that my Mystery man was my Son.Damm How drunk was I? cant remember coming home and I justed let my son fuck me (which turned out to be a pretty good fuck)SHIT,SHIT.SHIT in my mind.My son looked like a scared rabbit.He said Mom I'm very sorry,i dont know what came over me please dont call the cops,I promise i will never touch you again.Please dont call the police.Please forgive me,please dont hate me.(The slut side of me was thinking hate you,hell you just gave me. He certainly felt sympathetic toward him and vowed that he would no longer be so antagonistic. He decided to indulge in small talk.“Herb, I’ve often wondered about your baldness. Do you mind me asking; is it hereditary or maybe a touch of alopecia?” he said delicately.“Bless you, no,” Herb replied in the soft almost lisping voice of his. “I shave my head daily. Janice likes me without hair.” He dropped his voice even lower, “Actually it’s not only my head; she’s made me shave everywhere. She. Slowly his hand moved down from her face, sweeping down her neck to cup her left breast, gently squeezing it, before rubbing his thumb back and forth across the nipple that had started to harden. Tongues met as the kiss deepened. Kat felt cocooned by his hard wet body behind her, his arm still holding her firmly against him so that she could feel his hard manhood pushing up against the base of her spine, her breast and sensitive nipple tingling as he teased it with his fingers and thumb. Slowly.