Ms. Hart

After a few moments it opened to reveal Ms. Hart standing on the other side.

What is she doing here?!

"Oh uh...hello. I must be at the wrong house, so sorry." I stammer.

"No, you are here for dinner, right? Come in, just remove your shoes." She instructs.

"Does Aubrey...live here?" I ask surprised.

"Well of course she does, Aubrey is my daughter." She tells me as I follow her into the dining room. "Aubrey! Come down for dinner! Here you can take a seat. The food is ready, I am just going to grab it from the kitchen."

What is going on here?! Am I in the freakin' twilight zone?!

Aubrey plants a kiss on my cheek as she enters the room and sits next to me.

"Your mom is Ms. Hart?! Why didn't you tell me that?!" I demand.

"Why? Oh my gosh, do you have her for English? Why didn't you ever tell me you had her for English?" she laughs.

"Why would I? How can she be your mom?! She doesn't even have the same last name." I answer.

"She went back to her maiden name after my dad and her divorced. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. There's dozens of other English teachers you could have had. I didn't even think about it." She tells me.

Great...this is just great.

"Mom, what a crazy coincidence. You have Chris in one of your periods." She tells Ms. Hart as she walks back in carrying two platters of food.

"Yes, I know. I recognize him. Well it's nice to officially meet you outside the classroom." she says to me.

"Uh..yeah. I guess I should call you Lindsay now." I joke.

"No. You can call me Ms. Hart." She replies straight faced. Which draws out a giggle from Aubrey. "But, I do apologize you have to see me in my casual clothes."

You call those casual?

The only difference I notice is her hair is in a ponytail and she has a thick turtle neck on with no shoes. She is still wearing her horn rimmed glasses with a dark long skirt on. The tighter turtle neck does reveal more of her figure though than the usual blouse and baggy cardigan. Her giant breasts stretch at the wool fabric. It also reveals a more slender waist than I originally expected, only to flare out again at the hips.

I wonder if she has had work done. Those sweater cows can't be natural can they? But then again that would explain where Aubrey gets her big melons from. But she has a lot of growing to do if she wants to catch up with mommy.

"Let us join hands and I'll say grace." says Ms. Hart.

Aubrey grabs mine, and I reach across the table to hold Ms. Hart's manicured hand as we all bow our heads and Ms. Hart offers a short prayer over the food.

"Thank you so much for having me over. You have a beautiful home." I tell Ms. Hart as the prayer ends.

"I have heard so much about you from Aubrey I figured it was time we got to know each other a little better. But I had no idea her Chris was the same Chris in my English 2020 class." She says.

We have a noodle dish with chopped up veggies and what looks like a side of sea weed.

No wonder Aubrey and her mom have no waist line, they eat like rabbits!

"This is delicious." I lie as I **** a mouthful down.

"Thank you. It is all organic. Very healthy." She informs me.

Aubrey puts her hand on my lap underneath the table and starts telling a story about one of her girlfriends she is in a fight with. I take the opportunity to look at Ms. Hart and compare her to her daughter.

Unlike Aubrey, Ms. Hart's slender face is free of freckles. Her hair is a much darker red compared to Aubrey's. She has the same green eyes as Aubrey behind her glasses. Now that they are in the same room, Aubrey's big boobs look more like small moons orbiting the two much larger planets inside Ms. Hart's bra. I can tell the physical characteristics that Aubrey has inherited from her mother but her personality must come from her dad because Ms. Hart is cold and serious. She sits with perfect posture. To put nicely, she is very dignified, to put it plainly she seems like a bit of a bitch.

Despite her standoffish personality she is still incredible sexy. Her plump red lips on her smooth porcelain complexion is striking, especially with her sea green eyes. Her ripe breasts seem to rest like a juicy dessert on the table. An image of her dressed in a Jessica Rabbit costume comes to my mind and sends some blood flowing into my penis.

Aubrey feels my growing erection and flashes me a smile. She gently starts stroking me underneath the table in an attempt to be discreet.

Jeez, Aubrey calm down! Your mom catching us getting frisky under the table is the last thing I need after she confiscated that stupid drawing. But if she remembers it she hasn't said anything about it yet.

"So what other classes are you taking?" Ms. Hart asks me.