My choice was Math 1 hard work in a short skirt and a solid A.As Bobby Burns said, “the best-laid plans oftentimes go astray.” In this case, my pl...nning was undone by an ill Professor Hoffman, and an egotistical bitch of a female replacement named Laura Parker. She was absolutely the last instructor I would choose for any course. She was not just a poor grader; she was a notoriously bad instructor — Smart yes, talented no.As I sat plotting what to do now, Laura proceeded to attempt to humiliate. Mom looked like an older version of Carmen. She looked like she was 25 instead of 39.“So your father and I heard some rattling and yelling upstairs and I came to investigate.” She said sitting close to me on the bed biting her lip. “I’m so sorry, Mom. One thing led to another and-” I started but she took her pointing finger on my lips to shush me. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion but then she connected her lips to mine in an instant. Her lips were so soft and I kissed her back. "Very nice," said Angela smiling. "You may not need as muchwork as I thought."I tried to compose myself as Angela opened the garage doorand started the car. 'Okay,' I thought. 'Your wife is withyou, she owns the place where we are going and she willtake care of you. You're taking the first steps to becomingthe lady you have always hoped to be so just relax andenjoy it!' To Angela I said, "Won't your other clientsthink it's a little strange to see me coming in like this?"Now Angela really. Finally, we'd have sex and I'd leave some money by her bedside. But sex with her was different than how my mom fucks her clients. My girlfriend liked lot of physical and verbal abuse during this roleplay.If you found that interesting, let me tell you about another woman. I met her on a plane. She was at least 45 (almost mom's age) and claimed to be an artist. She and I talked for sometime. She lived with her husband who was a high-powered executive in some manufacturing firm and was 15 years.