Parent-Teacher Conference

The bathroom door creaked open, and Donna looked up mid-sip, expecting Eliza to still be fussing with her hair or tugging at a sleeve.

Instead, she saw a vision.

The teacup stalled at her lips. Eliza stepped into the hallway wearing a plaid miniskirt, a white button-up knotted just under her chest, and thigh-high stockings that somehow made the whole thing worse. Or better. Depending on your perspective.

A schoolgirl outfit.

Donna blinked. Once. Twice.

You little minx.

The irony was not lost on her. Nor was the sheer audacious sexiness. Eliza, the responsible, no-nonsense teacher, dressed like the kind of girl who passed notes and chewed gum and batted her lashes in detention. The kind of girl who sat in the back of Joey's classroom blowing bubblegum kisses and bending over too far for a dropped pencil.

Donna also knew the score. Eliza wasn't in the habit of picking her own clothes anymore. This was Joey's doing. And if he was picking something like that for his teacher to wear, he most certainly wasn't in the mood for doing homework.

Donna's stomach turned over. Not with disgust. With need.

Setting her tea down on the island, her eyes followed Eliza as she floated down the hall on a pair of high-heeled Mary-Janes. It was like Donna had been given the key to Joey's fantasy world, and it was playing out for her before her very eyes.

Heart pounding, she allowed for a beat of silence. Then two.

She ran her tongue across her lips and started walking, her fingers working furiously on her outfit. Her Jacket was first to hit the floor. Followed by her blouse. By the time she reached the hallway, she had kicked off her skirt and her shoes.

At the mirror near the bedroom door, she paused. Looked at herself.

The lacy black bra and matching panties looked like the right choice. Having dressed in a hurry that morning, Donna could have easily grabbed the wrong pair and ended up being outshone by Joey's history teacher. But her luck had held, and Donna looked great. There would be no sitting this one out. Not if Eliza got to play.

She padded down to the bedroom, her bare feet whispering against the floor. When she reached the door, she stopped. Light spilled through the crack. She heard a sound—soft, feminine, worshipful.

"Do you like it, sir?" Eliza was asking in a sweet, innocent voice, "I think I may have been naughty in class and I might need some discipline."

She raised her hand, touched the frame with her fingertips.

This was the moment. The moment before. She softly pushed the door open.

Her pulse throbbed in her throat. Her whole body felt alert. Tensed. She smiled to herself, slow and wicked and hungry.

"You two lovebirds weren't thinking of starting without me, were you?" she said as she posed for Joey and Eliza.

Everything froze. Joey on the bed, Eliza standing near him, and Donna in the door. Having gotten married quite young, Donna had never been in a situation like this before. She and Hank had always been able to satisfy each other, so there had never been a reason to be adventurous in the bedroom. Yes, she'd dressed up on occasion, and yes they'd enjoyed a little play acting every once and a while, but they'd never invited another women to join them.

But Joey wasn't Hank, and Eliza wasn't just some other woman. Eliza was a woman she fully supported, in or out of the bedroom. They would never fight with each other over their lover.

And Joey. Her Joey. Her perfect man. The only man she'd allow to touch her, whenever and however he wanted. If her future husband wanted to have a little spicy roleplay, who was she to deny his desires? Besides, it wasn't as if there was anything freaky about it at all.

She looked at the pair, staring at her, mouths agape, not moving. Sometimes, she realized, it takes a mother to get things moving.

"Eliza, darling," Donna said, strolling into the room as if she owned it, passing by Eliza and crossing to Joey, "Mr. Granger has been telling me how disappointed he is in your performance of late."

Again, nothing from the other two.

"And so," she continued, sitting down next to Joey, placing her hand on his groin to softly hold his erection through his jeans, "we have decided to take a more hands-on approach with you."

"Hands-on, ma'am?" Eliza said in a small voice, starting to catch on.

"Yes, dear," Donna leaned over and kissed Joey's neck while she gave his erection a small pull, eliciting a low moan from him, "Hands-on. You have missed too many lessons. Soon you will be finished school, and we fear we haven't prepared you for womanhood. Mr. Granger is a busy man, but he has decided to allow you to join us for a special mentorship session. Here. On the bed. Isn't that right, Mr. Granger?"

"I, er, that's, uh, right, Mrs. Granger," Joey stammered. Donna wasn't sure if it was her hand on his penis or the fact that he'd probably never been in a situation like this before either, but it took him a second to catch on. But she wasn't worried. Nobody needed to win an Oscar that day. No need for trophies when she was already rubbing all the reward she wanted through a thin layer of denim.

"First I'll start with a demonstration, then you can show me what you've learned," Donna said before swinging one leg over Joey, to end up straddling him, sitting in his lap. In a flash her lips were on his, drowning in his kiss. All the while her hand never left his groin.

Then, just a few short minutes later, she leaned back and wiggled off of him. She could already feel that her panties were soaking wet, but she had to wait. This was for Joey, not for her.

"Your turn, little girl," she turned to Eliza, "Show Mr. Granger what you've learned."

Eliza's face was bright red. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. Donna wasn't sure she'd ever seen Eliza so turned on, not even while Joey and Madison had given them the show the night before. The teaching in the schoolgirl costume approached Joey, climbed onto his lap, looked up to Donna for approval, then launched her **** on Joeys lips, her own hand slipping down between them to find his cock.

Donna let this go on for quite a while before she broke them up. No good letting Joey go off too soon, not when the fun was just beginning.

"Save it for your oral exam," she told Eliza, pulling her back.

"A teacher's job is very difficult," Donna said, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling behind Joey, rubbing his chest over his shoulders, her breasts pressing into the back of his head. "Someone like you would probably never be able to understand how hard a teacher works for their students."

"Yes, ma'am," Eliza said meekly when Donna paused.

"Most students are ungrateful, but Mr. Granger deserves better from his students," Donna kisses his earlobe, then, "If you put in the efforts, little missy, your grades will start to improve. The first way to put in the effort, is to observe. See how Mr. Granger is uncomfortable in all these hot, heavy clothes? Don't you think you should get some extra credit and help him out with those?"

"Oh yes!" A grin formed on Eliza's lips, now really enjoying the play, "Mr. Granger, sir, do you think I could help you out?"

"I'm always thankful for help in my, er, classroom," Joey said, stifling a laugh, "Be my guest, Eliza."

The teacher set to her task with efficiency. Joey's t-shirt was pulled over his head, neatly folded, and placed on the dresser. Then came his blue jeans. He had to stand up for a moment to pull them down from his waist, and so Eliza pulled his underwear down at the same time to preserve movements. She thanked him when he sat back down by kissing her hand and touching it to the tip of his penis. Soon his jeans, underwear, and even socks were neatly folded and placed next to his shirt.

"All done, sir!" Elize curtsied, "Did I do well?"

"A+," Joey laughed, his erection bouncing to the rhythm of his joviality.

"Let's move on, shall we?" Donna said, still behind Joey, now letting her left hand slip down and around him, once again massaging his penis. "How a woman speaks to her man is almost as important as how she touches him. Observe."

She leaned in close to Joey's ear and starting speaking in a low, husky tone.

"I've had such naughty thoughts about you all day, baby," she said. "Tell me, are you ready to make them all come true?" She paused there, then looked up at Eliza. "Now you."

Eliza waited for a moment, obviously thinking, then jumped in.

"Oh Mr. Granger, you know what I've been, like, thinking about all day? Your big, thick, juicy cock. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention in class, but it's all I can think about when you're teaching history."

Donna couldn't believe her ears. This girl went from zero to sixty in no seconds flat!

"How it fills me up so completely, stretches my tight, little pussy until I'm screaming for more. And your cum, so warm and creamy, spurting deep inside me, making me feel so full and dirty," she placed a hand on her stomach and gently caressed it. "Do you like making me feel like that, Mr. Granger?"

Joey swallowed hard.

"If I were wearing panties, they'd be, like, dripping right now," Eliza continued. "But I'm not. Can you see me dripping down my thighs? That's for you, sir. That's all for you and your hot, hard, cock, sir."

With a smirk, Donna nodded in approval, her own arousal reaching fever pitch as she listened to Eliza's sultry words. "Very good, Eliza," she said, her voice dripping with the sweetness of a teacher proud of her pupil, quite a feat considering how utterly aroused she was in that moment. "Now, let's move on to the final lesson."

"The oral exam?" Eliza asked excitedly.

"The oral exam," Donna confirmed. She climbed down from the bed and knelt down in front of Joey. Placing her hands on his knees, she gently pushed them open until he was spread wide. "Come and join me, dear."

Eliza was down on her knees in second. The two women pressed close to one another, nestled between Joey's legs. Donna touched the tip of Joey's erection with a finger, collecting some of his precum, then slipped it into her mouth. Once she was done sucking, she began her instruction.

"Your man's cock is important to them, so it must be important to you," she said in a gentle voice. "You did well using your mouth to describe what you want to do to it, but can you use that same mouth to actually please him?"

"I'd like to try, ma'am," Eliza said eagerly.

"Very good. For this lesson, I'll be joining you. One can never have too much practice, after all."

First Donna leaned forward and, starting with the base, began kissing up the shaft until she reached the tip. Then, after licking her lips, she slid Joey's penis into her mouth, moaning as she did. Up and down, she bobbed her head rhythmically, moving to the beat of her son's pleasure. Aware that Eliza was watching, she began to swirl her tongue around his cock, lifted her head, and indicated that his teacher should have a turn.

Eliza, the enthusiastic participant, copied everything that Donna had done. Kissing up the shaft, bobbing her head, even, Donna suspected, swirling her tongue. Joey was loving it. Not that he said, at least not in so many words. He had flopped backward onto the bed and was groaning in ecstasy.

"Eliza, my dear," Donna said, deciding it was time to take her off her leash, "you've graduated with flying colours. Now, let's have some fun."

Eliza's eyes lit up. Both women brought their lips to Joey's penis, kissing it, licking it. Soon they found each other not only kissing Joey's cock, but kissing each other through it. Donna had never kissed a girl before, but her eyes darted up to Joey, who had lifted his head and was watching them wild-eyed, she decided that she enjoyed it. If it was arousing her man, then that was good enough for her.

She wrapped her fingers around Joey's penis and began pumping, then brought her lips to Eliza's. At first the history teacher seemed uncertain, but after a moment, and her own check-in with Joey, she kissed back.

And boy could Eliza kiss.

Soft lips, playful tongue, but most of all, Eliza brought a hunger to her kissing that kept Donna on her toes. It was relentless. If this was what Joey was experiencing when he was with Eliza, Donna understood why they had become so close, so fast.

Making sure that they remembered that Joey was the most important person in the room, they eventually broke off their kiss and returned to Joey's cock, which had grown even harder watching the women kiss. Donna began to kiss the base and lick his testicles, while Eliza took the duty of sucking and bobbing. The two women worked together, happy to support each other, happy to please their man.

And please him they did. Soon Eliza was rewarded with a mouth full of cum. Donna watched as she swallowed, feeling mixed emotion. She had always hated it if Hank came in her mouth, but seeing the joy it was bringing to Joey, she couldn't help but feel a bit of envy. Would she have felt closer to Joey had it been her mouth sucking instead of Eliza? Would that have brought her closer to her goal of marrying him? Of being his wife?

There were no answers to those questions. What-ifs and hypotheticals, all just logical exercises, but Donna had little use for them in the real world.

And then it was over. Eliza let Joey slide out of her mouth, a smile on her face, then she leaned over to Donna and kissed her again. This time, however, the kiss came with a gift. Despite having swallowed in order to keep up with the amount of cum he'd released, Eliza had held some in her mouth when he was over. Just for this, Donna supposed. It was the next best thing to being the one to receive it directly from the source, she supposed.

So she kissed Joey's history teacher. She kissed her and she allowed Joey's seed to fill her mouth. And when Eliza was done kissing her, Donna looked up at her son and opened her mouth, just to show him her dedication, her love, her affection, before swallowing every last drop.

Donna wasn't sure if she'd ever felt so loved, so accepted, so cared for as she did in that moment. Sharing a space between Joey's legs, two women, two sisters in love with the same man, supporting each other, building each other up. There was no space too sacred that they could not share. There was no moment, no experience, in which they couldn't make room for each other.

And Joey. Her man. Hopefully her husband. Laying back, staring at the ceiling, eyes glassy. She'd seen that look before, during their time at the hotel. Joey was going into standby mode, his post-orgasm rest cycle. It wouldn't last long, but she knew to let him disappear for a few moments. Soon he would be back to her. Soon she could find new and exciting ways to show him that she loved him. Until the, Donna knelt between his legs with Eliza, the woman she felt closer to than any other woman on the planet, leaned forward and gave one last kiss. It was soft, it was sweet. She was saying thank you, not just for Joey's cum, but for being amazing. What they had together was truly special, and Donna wouldn't trade it for anything.