Baz had told her not to – but she did it anyway. At the time it felt… funny. Different. Not so much a betrayal but more of a twist. She smiled a ...bit wickedly in the moment – going off on her own. Wondering if some of her husband’s wild, impetuous streak was not rubbing off on her. The desire to do something unexpected – if not for spite then to show people that they shouldn’t take you for granted. The way was more pleasant that what she expected, and there were certainly more flowers and. " Are you going to report me to the dean, sirrrr?" you taunt me."No. I'm going to teach you a lesson that you so richly deserve."I shut the door and lock it. I go back over to the desk and you stand there licking your lips."Bend over the desk, you slut!" I command.Obediently you bend over my desk. You are wearing a skirt that goes down about to your knees. I pull it up and see the sexy red thong you have on. Your nearly bare ass is sticking up in the air ready for me to have my way with it. I. That was perfect for what I wanted to do right now."I want to kiss you, Mom. Again and again," I whispered softly as I moved close to her, my body between her spread thighs. She turned her mouth up towards mine, her beckoning lips parted, her warm blue eyes glassy with lust. I lowered my lips to hers and I felt her tongue wrap around mine as she drew it deep into her hot moist mouth."Mmmmm..." It was me moaning softly this time as I savored the illicit pleasure of our hot incestuous kiss. Her. She is of Iranian origin, and has luxurious black hair, with a remarkable sheen when it’s brushed. Her eyes are an unusual, kind of green brown. Also she has those luscious kind of ample, but pointed boobs with big nipples. Her partner is Hayley, who is mousy-blonde, slim and sexy with a lovely bubble butt. Both girls admit to being bisexual and had slept around at uni with a few guys before they met. Our parties work because we’re all comfortable with each other and when we enrol any newbies,.