The university bookstore

The university bookstore seems like a great place to find new arrivals at the university who are just getting their footing, especially this early in the semester. Like most university bookstores this one doesn't just sell schoolbooks - there's a coffeeshop just inside the door, a section for dorm life essentials, and a section dedicated to school spirit wear. And when you walk in, that's where you spot your next target.

"Mom," a young woman groans, "I don't need this. My clothes are fine. I just need books." She's wearing leggings and a zip hoodie with her blonde hair in a messy ponytail. You intuit that she is eligible for inspection at eighteen.

"Oh hush sweetie, I just want you to look decent in public," responds a woman nearby as she flips through the racks. She's wearing a form-fitting sundress and strappy heels with her shoulder-length hair framing her face. Your job-related insight informs you that she is also eligible for inspection at thirty-eight.

"Hi there," you say to the mother. "I'm the inspector. May I ask your names?"

"Oh! Sweetie, come here!" the mother says. "Yes, hello Inspector. I'm Jessica Lambert and this is my daughter Sarah."

Sarah steps up. "Um, hi."

You smile winningly at Jessica. "Good news: Sarah has been randomly selected for inspection. I probably don't need to tell you what an opportunity this is for her. A good score can really set her up and open doors for dating, mentorship, and careers." Jessica beams and holds Sarah by the shoulder, but the younger woman only smiles slightly. You continue, "Now we can proceed with the inspection here, or if you'd prefer we can find a more private location."

"Um, I guess private?" Sarah says.

Jessica jumps in. "I saw a changing room over there, would that work? Oh this is so exciting!" You are momentarily distracted by the bounce in her tits as she gestures.

"Yes, that'll work fine," you say. The three of you make your way over. "Mrs. Lambert, I'm going to ask you to stay outside while I do the inspection."

Jessica smiles wide. "Oh, it's Ms. actually. But ok. Honey? Back straight, chin up, happy thoughts, good impression. Ok?"

You and Sarah step inside the changing room. "Your mom seems like she wants the best for you," you say as you fill in Sarah Lambert, 18, on your form. You set the clipboard down to free your hands.

"Yeah, she's kind of a lot," Sarah responds. "So, like, what do you need to do?"

"So we're going to start with some basics. Let's have you stand in front of the mirror here." Sarah steps over, slouching. "And I think your mother was right about this, let's adjust a little bit." You push her shoulders back, running your hands over her small breasts. You spread her legs slightly and adjust her hips to balance her weight, squeezing her ass in the process. You step back. "There, feel the difference? Posture can significantly affect your score. Just from those shifts we did, you already improved from a six to a seven in Attractiveness."

Sarah's mouth opens in shock. "A seven? I can't get a seven, my mom will kill me! What can I do?"

You make a show of deliberating. "Well this is just an initial impression, let's see how the full inspection goes." You unzip her hoodie. She looks in your eyes uncertainly as she peels it off. You nod encouragingly, but frown at her sports bra underneath. "So this might be a bit of an issue. Between the leggings and the hoodie and your ponytail, it really looks like you just fell out of bed this morning. If you'd taken more care with your appearance it could've been worth another point or two."

Sarah groans. "Oh my god, my mom was right. This is so embarrassing."

"It's ok," you say. "Let's just finish the inspection." You gesture to her top and Sarah lifts the sports bra off, dropping two firm B-cups. She looks at your for guidance. You point to her leggings. She removes her shoes, socks, and then peels the leggings down. She folds her clothes on the changing room bench, leaving only her thong. You point again, and she reluctantly takes that off too. She stands awkwardly in front of the mirror. You repeat your adjustments: push her shoulders and straighten her back while groping her breasts with your other hand, grabbing her ass while shifting her hips, and running your finger over her pussy lips as you spread her legs. "See? Without your clothes, and with some coaching, you're a solid eight. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

Sarah gives a shy smile. "I mean it's better, but I still don't think my mom will be happy with it."

You touch her shoulders to reassure her. "Hey. You're doing great, and there are a lot of points you can still earn." You pick up the clipboard. "Now. Would you say you're most comfortable oral, vaginal, or anal?"

Her jaw drops as she considers. "Um, I haven't really...I mean, I've done hand stuff but I'm not, like, experienced."

"In that case, let's start with the handjob and see how it goes." You pull out your cock.

Her eyes go wide. "That's bigger than my...um." You take her hand in yours and rest it against your shaft. She begins lightly stroking. Sarah says, "I mean, I've never had one in me before. A real one. I tried something, once, but it wasn't this big."

"Well tell me about that," you say, groping her breasts.

"It's kind of embarrassing. Like, really embarrassing."

"Go ahead." You gently pinch her nipple. She squeezes your shaft in surprise, then goes to stroking your full length.

"So, um, my mom was really invested in my dating life. I guess she wanted to protect me, make sure I didn't get pregnant really young like she did. But for my eighteenth birthday she gave me, like, a..." Sarah blushes. "A toy. A dildo. And she was like 'this is for practice, don't jump the first guy who wants to put it in, if you need to make a decision about a boy get yourself off once or twice first.'"

"That sounds really awkward. Legs apart, please," you say. She spreads her legs a little farther and you run your fingers down to her lips. You spread her open, feeling the warmth of her pussy.

Sarah closes her eyes and hums for a moment. "Ooh, that's nice. But yeah, it was super awkward! And, like, I went to try it out, and I got the vibrate to work on my clit, right? And that got me pretty wet so I started to push it in, just to see. But I only got like half of it in before my mom knocked on the door and asked how it was going! And I can't say, 'Hey, I've got three inches in me, come back later' right?"

"It sounds like your mom really wants the best for you," you say. With her pussy lips spread, you run your middle finger over her entrance and up to her clit.

She shudders, breaking her rhythm on the handjob. "Mmm. Well, like, you'd think that, but then I go bring a guy home and she absolutely scares him off. She makes this big show of wearing a club top with so much cleavage that when she bent over he could basically see, like, her whole body. And then she sat down across from us and flashed her pussy at him!" Sarah's hand strokes you faster. "And I was like, 'Mom, you're not even wearing panties,' and she was like, 'You wouldn't know that unless you were looking'. Like that's my fault when she's wearing a miniskirt and spreading her legs! And-" Sarah cuts off, eyes wide. "Oh my god. She drove him home. And then told me he wasn't good enough. Did she fuck him?"

You take her hand off your cock and she whines softly. "I think we need to figure this out." You stick your head out the changing room door. "Jessica?"

She is idling in the racks but hustles over. "Yes? Is the inspection over? How'd she do?"

"It's going well but we have an important question for you. Will you come inside please?"

"Of course I- Oh!" Jessica startles at her daughter, standing with arms crossed under her naked breasts. "Oh, you're still going. Ok." She steps inside, smoothing her dress.

"Mom," Sarah says slowly and deliberately. "When you drove Jake home, did you fuck him?"

Jessica's mouth works for a minute before she finds words. "No! No, I didn't have sex with him. I just figured out he wasn't good enough for you."

Sarah is unmoved. "How?"

Jessica stammers, "Well, I made him an offer. And he accepted."

"What offer, Mom?" Sarah huffs.

"I...offered to suck him off." Jessica blushes as Sarah grunts in rage. "Hey, any boy good enough for my daughter isn't going to cheat on her. And he wouldn't shove his cock in her mother. And he certainly wouldn't blow so quickly!"

"Because you were teasing him the entire time he was at our house! Showing him your tits and pussy, making sure he was ready to explode! Of course he wouldn't turn you down and of course he would cum, like, super quick! I can't believe this."

"I have a suspicion," you interrupt. "Jessica, a major issue with Sarah's inspection is that she is sexually inexperienced. If you have been blocking her from getting the experience she needs with boys her age, you've been sabotaging her. Is that true?"

"Absolutely not!" Jessica says. "I got her a toy for her birthday! I would have shown her how to use it but she got all embarrassed, that's not my fault!"

"So you're not visiting her on campus to check out college boys?" you ask. Jessica's eyes go wide. "And if I inspect you right now, you're dressed appropriately?"

Jessica stammers. "I thought this inspection was for Sarah. I just want what's best for her."

You flip to a new sheet on your clipboard and write at the top: Jessica Lambert, 38. You show her the sheet, then hand the clipboard to Sarah. You tug the spaghetti straps off Jessica's shoulders and down her arms. Her C-cup breasts pop out. "No bra." You lift the hem of her thin sundress and run your hand up her thigh, touching her moist lips. "No panties." You turn back to Sarah. "Your mother absolutely came to campus with you to fuck college boys."

Jessica turns to Sarah. "Oh sweetie, please don't be mad. I would never try to steal a boy away from you. It's just that...I got so much dick in college. So much. I don't think I ever went longer than three days without a fresh new cock in me. I tried so many things. Threesomes. Foursomes. My roommate and I ate each other more than we ate at the cafeteria. And that's how I ended up pregnant with you." She sighs. "I guess I wanted to see if I could have some of that again. So yes, I got a little slutty today." She pulls her straps back up and tucks her breasts into place. "And yes, that was selfish. But I really do want you to have that experience too."

Sarah fumes. "I am so mad at you right now-"

You cut her off. "Sarah, I understand and you're right. Your mom sabotaged you in ways that affected your inspection, which would affect your whole future. But I think I have a solution." You gesture to Sarah. "Your inspection suffered because you weren't comfortable performing sex acts you hadn't experimented with." You gesture to Jessica. "You have the experience she needs, and you want her to live as you did." Jessica nods. "Therefore, I propose that I do Jessica's inspection first while Sarah watches and takes notes. Afterward I'll finish Sarah's inspection and see what she's learned. How does that sound?"

Sarah shrugs, then nods. Jessica hugs her still-naked daughter. "Thank you sweetie."

You touch Jessica's shoulders to turn her toward you, then push down firmly. She meets your eyes as she lowers herself to her knees. You feel her breath on your cock. You pluck her straps again and she peels her top down, exposing her breasts. You nod at Sarah. "Please explain for her as you go."

"Right! So, uh, this is a cock. This happens to be a big, beautiful cock. And I'm going to suck it." Jessica giggles. "Oh, it's just like college again! Ok. So you always want your tits out." She twists to show Sarah as she bounces. "The guys like to see them, and it gives you an extra option for the big finish." She strokes you with one hand, and touches your balls with the other. "Keep eye contact as much as you can, guys love being the focus of your attention. You want to start with your hands, gentle. If you go too hard too fast he might spurt early, and while that's fun it means he'll need to recharge before you can play more."

She kisses the underside of your cock. "Use your lips." She kisses the rest of the way up to your tip, then flicks her tongue out. "And your tongue. Tease up to penetration. Careful, though," Jessica says between kisses on your cock, "because if you go too far with the teasing he might just grab your head and push it in. Mmm." She slurps on your tip. "That's a different kind of fun, good for when you're on your third or fourth dick of the night and going for a record." Her mouth drops over your tip, and back up. "Here's my favorite part, watch close." Sarah bends her face closer as Jessica slowly slides over the tip, down the head, and all the way to the base. She holds you in her throat, then pulls back off while she strokes you. "You see how he gasped? Cute, right? It's all about the speed and completion. It takes practice, you'll probably want to start with someone smaller. Or you can practice on toys, until you can get past that gag reflex. Not every guy can get to your throat, but this one can." She winks at you, then pushes back down.

You put your hand on the back of her head as you slide into her throat again. Jessica hums in pleasure, vibrating you. Then she makes two short gluck sounds and pulls off again, gasping. "Communication is so important too. Listen to your partner, feel what they want and need. Like right there, he wanted me deeper. And I needed to breathe, and I said so around his cock in my mouth. You can't really talk when they're buried in you like that, but they can feel it." She starts bobbing her head while massaging your balls, then pops off while continuing to stroke.

"Like I said, you're building toward a big finish and it's good to have a plan. If your tits are free you can stroke him off there, they love the way that looks even if it's a little messy. You can also stroke him off on your face, remember to close your eyes. That's messier, and it'll get in your hair, but walking in public with cum on your face is such a power move. If you don't want to get too messy, just put your cheek on his shaft and suck his balls, he'll shoot past you. But if you like him, and want to see him again..." Jessica makes eye contact with you as she strokes you, "...there's nothing better than swallowing."

She drops her mouth back onto you, stroking fast as she sucks the tip. You glance at the still-naked Sarah, who seems unaware that she's rubbing her clit watching her mother blow you. Between the cute teenager and the hot milf you can't hold back much longer. Jet after jet of cum flies into Jessica's hungry mouth. She moans in pleasure, slowing her speed until you're completely spent, then pulls off. Jessica opens her mouth to show you the cum on her tongue, then swallows theatrically. "And that's how you give a blowjob, sweetie!"

Sarah is panting. "Wow. Um. What does it taste like?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't even think to offer!" Jessica uses a fingertip to wipe a dribble off your cock. "Here you go." You watch Sarah timidly lick your cum off her mother's finger. "I should have mentioned that you can pass the cum to another girl, if you want. It's not quite as fun as swallowing it yourself but it is very...possessive."

Leaning back on the bench with your cock still hanging out, you reach for the clipboard. On Jessica's page you write Mouth: 9 and Oral Proficiency: 9. Off her offended expression you say, "Like you said, you could have cum-kissed your daughter. Still an excellent performance." Your FBI occupational recovery starts to kick in.