Parent-Teacher Conferences: Camila and Oum

With Odalia Blight sufficiently chastened and spellbound, Rob ushered her out of the classroom and into a small waiting room that did not exist prior to today. Zatanna had conjured it into existence as a "holding cell" of sorts, letting the moms wait in their until the group meeting at the end, continually bombarded by more subliminal sounds, keeping them dazed and compliant before Rob put on the finishing touches. Now that Odalia was safely sequestered away, her already malleable mind being turned into pliable mush, Rob eagerly welcomed his next appointment.

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In contrast to Odalia, Camila Noceda was as sweet and loving as they came. Luz was lucky to have such a beautiful mother. Amity was lucky that her partner had such a beautiful mother. Odalia was lucky that her daughter's partner had such a beautiful mother. And Rob was lucky his **** had such a beautiful mother, in all of her mature thicc glory, the perfect embodiment of a Latina mama. Under Rob's guidance, not only would he claim mother and daughter for his own, he would see the Blight and Noceda household unite into one single loving family.

After exchanging introductions and pleasantries, it was Camila who took hold of the conversation. Furthering the disparity between the two Owl House moms, Camila offered nothing but effusive praise for Rob and his methods. He had to hide a smile, suppress a laugh. If only she knew...

"Luz has always had a creative streak to her. Too much of one, if I'm being honest." Camila paused to politely chuckle. "But even with all of the art and creative writing classes she's taken in the past, she has never been so enamored with one like this. Everyday, she comes home with the biggest smile on her face and breathlessly tells me how much she loves this class."

Rob flashed her a genuine smile, touched by her words. "That means so much to hear, Mrs. Noceda. Luz is one of my favourite students, so it's wonderful to hear how much my lessons have affected her."

The two of them continued to make small talk, mostly about Luz and the class, as if they were in an actual parent-teacher conference. However, every so often, Camila would trail off or pause mid-sentence, eyes glazing over, just generally losing her train of thought. A moment later though, she would just smile at Rob, bat her eyes, and continue, unabated and unaware of her mental slip.

"I know you miss dad, mama, but I think it's time to move on. You need a man to love and obey and serve, like the slut you are."

Luz's subliminal messages were playing relentless since Camila stepped into the room, worming into her unsuspecting mind and tripping her up, the words echoing in her subconscious mind. Judging from her smile and continued genial nature, Rob figured she was agreeing to what Luz was saying.

"Mr. Daily is smart and handsome and so sexy. He's the perfect man for you, mama. He's the perfect man for me..."

"I'm glad I can make such an impression on your girls, as they've been such a joy to teach. Discovering my artistic talents was so formative to me, so it is exceptionally rewarding to impart that feeling unto them." Rob continued, while Camila stared off into space, smiling blissfully.

"He's my master now, mama. He makes me feel so good. So happy and pretty and wanted and needed. I want you to feel that way, too."

"I also think it is very important for parents to be involved in their children's education, as much as possible. That was why I had the girls bring you those VR headsets, so that I could extend some of my teachings to you from beyond the classroom." Rob explained, a growing sense euphoria spreading as he watched Camila succumb in real-time. He would never get tired of watching beautiful women get totally mindfucked and braindrained in front of him. Slack jaws, dumb expressions, tears streaming from aching, unblinking eyes - empty-headed dolls waiting for their minds to be filled with fantasies of worship and pleasure, and for their holes to filled by the realites of worship and pleasure.

"I love having sex with him, too! So does Amity! Having his cock deep inside me is the best feeling ever, and I can't wait to share it with you."

"Yes, Mr. Daily, about those headsets and videos." Camila finally spoke up, her voice a little airy and light, distant in a way. "Even though Luz was very firm that I had to watch your videos, watch them everyday, and I did just that, well," she gave an awkward smile, "I'm sorry, sir, I can hardly remember anything about them."

"Nothing at all?"

"Just... lights and sounds. White noise." Camila shut her eyes briefly and hummed. "Now that I think on it, they still were nice..."

"He teaches me all sorts of stuff, all about how to be the best slut and sex **** I can be! Like, he told me how great **** is. I can't wait for us to show him how well I paid attention during those lessons..."

"I apologize if it seemed all too abstract, Mrs. Noceda." Rob said, still pouring on the geniality and contrition. "Since so much of art is based on emotion, those videos were meant to stir certain emotions in you. Put you in the right mindset. I have been using similar videos to great effect on your girls on their classmates, quickly seeing a sharp uptick in their attitude, attentiveness, and effort."__

Camila smiled and nodded. "Ah. I see." She didn't quite understand it, all these new-age learning techniques, but Mr. Daily knew what he was talking about. He was so smart and handsome and sexy. He was the perfect man.

A dreamy smile crossed Camila's lips, as phantom words from the ether danced upon her mind. Her reverie was broken when Rob asked, "Say, Mrs. Noceda... could you lift up your top and show me your breasts?"

Camila blinked. "Uh... beg pardon?"

"I asked you to flash me your fat mommy-milkers." Rob repeated, off-handedly. "Oh, and I want to fondle them, too. They look so sweet and soft, I just have to get my hands on them. Don't be upset, this is perfectly normal for my classrooms and meetings."

Confusion bubbled inside Camila, furious anger attempting to pierce through the haze of bliss currently settled across her mind. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as if the emotional battle brewing in her was giving her the fits. Camila opened her mouth to say something, when more phantom words spoken by her daughter echoed in her head, playing from earlier in the conference, and repeating just now.

"And Mr. Daily is always right. Whatever he says is true. Whatever he says is okay. Teacher is always right. Master should always be obeyed."

"Um... yes, I suppose that's okay." Camila replied meekly, forcing a weak smile to her face. "If you say it's perfectly okay, then it is. You're always right, Mr. Daily."

Camila struggled getting her veterinary scrubs off, her hands felt heavy and clumsy, not helped by the fact that Rob was watching her like a hawk, perched upon his throne. Eventually, though, Camila managed to lift up her shirt and take off her bra, slightly embarrassed by her clumsiness and for exposing herself to Luz's teacher.

Whereas her daughter's bust was large and perky, the epitome of youth, Camila's heavy, soft breasts - easily an E or F cup by Rob's reckoning - drooped slightly due to their sheer weight and the inevitability of gravity. But it did nothing to distract from the beauty of them - Camila's beautiful dark brown flesh, sculpted into two perfectly round melons of fat and titflesh, with large circular areolas and thick nipples that were beginning to protrude outward. Camila shied away from Rob's gaze, blushing while she bared it all, but all that meant was she couldn't see just how hungry he looked.

"You're absolutely beautiful, Camila..." Rob whispered into her ear, having circled about her. Big hands grasped unto bigger breasts, gently cradling them and lifting them up. Rob marveled over their weigh and softness before digging in. Like he was clutching memory foam, his fingers sank deep into the flesh. Camila groaned involuntarily, muttering something in Spanish. Her nipples grew more erect. "Luz has a similarly luscious body. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose..."

"Ah... Ro- erm, Mr. Daily... that's highly inappropriate!" Camila's body betrayed her feeble protests, as one of her hands rubbed against Rob's thigh, the other reaching back to cup the back of his head. Right now, the two of them looked like they were posing for a tawdry penny romance book.

"Actually, this is perfectly appropriate." Rob countered with impossible gusto. "Because I say so."

"Because you say so..."

"It is entirely appropriate for me to play with the bodies of my student's mothers." Rob stated, groping and mashing Camila's tits. "It's also proper for me to play with my student's bodies."

Camila whimpered, coming off much more sexy and submissive than she intended. "Wha...? You and Luz -"

"I can only imagine how hard your husband's **** was for the two of you." Rob cut in, going right for the kill. At the mention of her husband, Camila angled her head to face Rob. Her eyes were glazed over, mouth hanging upon in confusion, but he could clearly read the need upon her visage. "How hard it was for you to be a widower and a single mother. How tough Luz had it, without a strong, masculine figure in her life."

Camila's mouth bobbed open and close, silently and uselessly.

"All young women need an older man in their life to help guide them. Let me be that for Luz, Camila. Luz needs a daddy. Let me be her daddy..."

"Okay..." Camila looked up at Rob, unblinking, lust-hazed eyes lost in his own. "You can be Luz's daddy..." Idly, her hand drift from thigh to crotch. Her body tensed up on instinct.

"You need a daddy, too, Camila. You need a man in your life to take charge and provide.... hmm, special services fitting a hot Latina mami. I want to be your daddy, too, Camila..."

Camila drew closer and closer, daring to shut her eyes. "Be my daddy, mister..." Standing on her tippy-toes, she pressed forward, lips jutting out in search for a partner. **** need was painted visibly upon her. "Papi..."

And Rob... relinquished his hold and turned away.

"I'm afraid we're out of time for today, Camila." He said, coolly and without a hint of regret or need. Camila stood their, naked from the waist upon, blushing and panting like an animal, eyes still fogged up. She looked disappointed, mostly with herself. She had waited too long, wasted her time with her papi...

"If you would please," Rob motioned to the door of the waiting room, "take a seat in their until I call you and the others for our final meeting."

Camila nodded, rapidly and far too eagerly. "Okay, Mr. Daddy - I mean, Papi - I mean, Mast - I mean..." she stammered, blushing some more, only then realizing she was still topless. She quickly rectified that, before saying, "I'll do what teacher says. That's what Luz taught me..."

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Next came Oum Boonchuy, stern and shrewd like only an immigrant mother could be, but no less beautiful because of it. Tall and busty like her daughter, with a similar thick bush of hair atop, Oum's age afforded her a mature, curvy body unlike Anne's thin, stick figure. The sight of Oum's heavenly body immediately allowed Rob to understand Sasha's craving of making a hot Thai sandwich with mother and daughter Boonchuy.

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"Well, I do have to say, Mr. Daily, it's a breath of fresh air for Anne to be so invested in a class for a change." After pleasantries were exchanged, Oum quickly took charge of the conversation. Despite her fearsome and guarded demeanour upon entering the room, Oum was nothing but complimentary to Rob. "Typically, she's the poster-child for irresponsibility. Even in non-academic classes or her extracurriculars, she had a tendency to skip or bail out." Oum spoke with accented English, but her gratitude was plainly clear. "So, whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it."

"I'll admit, it was a little rocky at the start of class." Rob admitted, with a put-on sheepish smile, "but it's worth it to know how engaged all of my students are with my lessons."

"Hey, mom, I think you need to loosen up. Lighten up. Your worry too much. You should learn to have more fun."

Oum chuckled, eyes sparkling, even as she remained ignorant to her daughter's voice under the speaker's white noise. "Well, whatever it is you're doing, keep it up." The two shared a laugh for a moment, Oum sighing even as her eyes glassed over.

"You should come and have fun with us. Me and Marcy and Sasha and Mr. Daily. We'd love to have you with us."

"And it's not just Anne, even her friends have nothing but wonderful things to say about you." A mischievous smile formed on Oum's lips, contrasting her otherwise mature and serious features. Her eyes darted around, making sure no one else would hear whatever scandalous thing was on the tip of her tongue. "Can I say something to you in confidence? About Sasha, Anne's friend? I know Anne likes her a lot, but I always thought she was a bad influence."

"Sasha wants you. Sasha loves you. Sasha wants you. Sasha wants to have fun with you."

Eyes going glassy again, Oum shook her head, leaning towards Rob. "Can I ask your opinion, sir?"

"Well, of course, Mrs. Boonchuy." Rob returned, taking a moment to pause a think, pretending to give her a thoughtful, measured answer. "I can understand where you're coming from. Miss Waybright can be... headstrong, let's say, to be diplomatic." Oum and Rob shared another laugh. "And from your perspective, a willful, headstrong young woman who speaks her mind, is plenty sarcastic and speaks her mind frequently, well..."

"Marcy wants you. Marcy loves you. Marcy wants you. Marcy wants to have fun with you."

"It's not how I'd raise a child..." Oum replied, flashing a coy smile, even offering a small giggle, before furrowing her brow. Oum looked confused, silently wondering why she was so giggly and bubbly. "Anyways... it's not just her attitude and her independent streak. I don't know how to explain it, but sometimes I feel like Sasha might involve Anne and Marcy in something... illicit. **** or sex or something worse."

Rob silently conceded the point to Oum, whom, despite her doomsaying about Sasha, didn't seem all too concerned. A thin smile pressed itself upon her lips, eyes continuing to glass over - on and off. Wavering gently in her chair - back and forth. Yes, Oum was correct, Sasha was a bad girl, but she was going to be Rob's bad girl, and with all of that attitude and energy directed where he wanted it to be.

"Master wants you. Master loves you. Master wants you. Master wants to have fun with you."

"I can assure you, Mrs. Boonchuy, Sasha will not involve herself in anything immoral or illegal under my watch. And, even if she were, I wouldn't let it affect your daughter." Rob explain to Oum, impassioned in his lies, while she continued to sway and waver, humming happily to herself, eyes sparkling deliriously. "However... I do think you're being a touch too hard on her. You were a young woman once, certainly you can remember when you wanted to spread you wings, have some fun, and enjoy your life."

"Hmmm..." The once shrewd and guarded woman was now a blushing, giggling mess, Oum almost reduced to a shameless flirt before Rob. "That was a long time ago, sir..."

"Come now, Oum." Rob teased in returned, offering her a charming smile. "You're far too modest. You're still a beautiful woman, and it certainly wasn't that long ago when you were a young, wild, smoking hot hellraiser like Sasha or your daughter."

Oum let several of Rob's more tawdry comments fly right by her. Instead, her mind only caught his compliments, causing her to shut her eyes and giggle some more, lips curling up into a silly smile. Rob could see her flesh flush as her muscles all tensed up, Oum pulling her body into itself, upper arms pressing her large breasts together. She wiggled in her seat, hips shimmying, Oum lost in her memories, feeling the pleasure and joy of youth return to her. A soft sigh escaped her lips, smile growing ever-still.

"I want you. I love you. I want you. I want to have fun with you, mom."

"Goodness... I hadn't thought about those memories in so long..." Oum said wistfully, batting her eyes coquettishly at Rob. She was practically melting in her chair, as she flirted with Rob. "When I was around Anne's age, growing up in Thailand... I used to fantasize all the time about the tourists coming in and out of the family restaurant. Handsome, American tourists... I use to spend hours daydreaming about one of these handsome men sweeping me off my feet and taking me back to America with them for... fun..."

"Oh? 'Fun'?" Rob chuckled, eyes glinting darkly. He had another one. "Well, looks like you're still a naughty girl deep down inside, Oum..."

"Hmm... yes, sir... I'm a naughty girl..."

"Just like Sasha and Marcy. And Anne."

This time, Oum did not even responded to Rob's comments, staying curled up in her chair, biting on her lip with her eyes rolled back and a thin line of drool running down her lips. He could plainly see the thoughts dancing in her head, lost in her youthful daydreams of sunny Thai days and steamy Bangkok nights, dreaming of that rich American stud taking her across the world on trip of endless pleasure.

"Well, I think we've run out of time today Mrs. Boobchuy. So, if you could please stand aside in the waiting room for the time being. But, before we god, I would like to say is: don't so easily give up on those fantasies from when you were younger. You'll never know when or how they'll come true."