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OUR PLANNED SEDUCTION©:

Mother and Daughter team up to seduce a teacher!

This story was inspired by an actual conversation and was a lot of fun to write. Not sure if it should be in the Incest or Mature category, but be warned it has a little of both...lol. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it.

AS always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist solely within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy!


With a relieved sigh, I put aside the last of the freshman essays, happy to finally be done with them. I glanced at the clock on the wall and was pleased to see that it was six-thirty. Just thirty more minutes to go. It was Parent-Teacher Conference night and although initially,I had had a slew of parents pass through, the last hour or so, things had been slow. I had put the time to good use and was looking forward to a long weekend without having to grade any papers.
"Mister Hamill?" I looked up and saw a woman's head peeking around the doorway."Have you got a minute?" She looked vaguely familiar as she stepped into the room. Early forties, with dark brown hair, and a pert nose, she was a little on the plump side...maybe ten pounds if that, but it fit her well, filling her out in all the right places. Her black jeans fit her snugly and her black blouse was unbuttoned just enough to advertise that she had a spectacular pair of breasts. She was wearing three inch heels and knew how to walk in them...something that I think is becoming rareras the years pass.
I stood up and gestured to the computer chair Ihad placed by my desk. "Absolutely, please have a seat." I was about to ask her who she was when I realized she was being followed by another person and I smiled and realized why she looked familiar. "You're Kelsey's mother?" I asked.
The young lady who followed her in was Kelsey Page, one of my Senior Honors English students.There was a great resemblance between the two in their faces...especially the slope of the noses and the tiny clefts in their chins and theirdark, almost black eyes. The resemblance more or less ended with their faces. Kelsey was tallerthan her mother with a lean, shapely body...the kind that makes a fifty year old man rememberhis youth with more than a touch of wistfulness.
"Yes, I am," the woman replied, extending her hand which I shook...her skin warm and soft to the touch. "I'm Michelle Page."
"I'm very pleased to meet you," I replied. She took the offered seat while Kelsey slipped lithely into a student desk-chair combination and offered me that typical mortified gesture that I've seen a thousand times over the years when I've encountered my students and their parents together.
I reached out and flipped open my grade book, not really needing to check on Kelsey's grade, she was one of my best students and in the running for Valedictorian. "Let's see," I began, pretending to scan her grades. I looked up and smiled at her mother. "No problems here. Kelsey's one of my best students...she's maintaining a ninety-nine average and may be the finest essay writer I've had in the last twenty-five years. You should be proud. You've raised a fine young woman."
Both mother and daughter glowed with pleasure at my words and I could see that my student's beauty had been passed down from her mother. "Thank you," Michelle replied, glancing back to smile at her daughter. "She loves your class and you're her favorite teacher."
Kelsey blushed at her mother's words, no doubta little embarrassed and to be honest, I felt a little heat in my face as well. The young womangrinned at me, the tip of her tongue peeking out the way it did when she was pleased by something...the act somehow evoking feelings deep within me...feelings of arousal that I haveno doubt that every middle-aged male teacher gets when he's around such sexy and nubile young girls. I should probably have felt more guilt for my lecherous thoughts, but...hey, she was eighteen, so my guilt wasn't too bad.
"Well, Kelsey's a joy to work with and it's been my experience that that's the work of her parents. You and your husband get all the credit."
Now it was Michelle Page's turn to blush and throwing her daughter a sidelong glance, she said, "Well, actually, I guess I'll take all the credit. Kelsey's daddy walked out on us ten years ago." She rolled her eyes and gave her shoulders a little shrug as if to say, "What are you going to do?"
"Sorry," I murmured. Then I sat up straighter and said, "Then my hat is off to you, Ms. Page. You've done a spectacular job raising Kelsey."
Again, she glowed with pleasure and for a moment, there was an awkward silence before she began asking questions about the Honor's Final and wanting my opinion about Kelsey's university choices. We talked for several minutes before the conversation ended again with an awkward silence.
Michelle started to stand up, but stopped and laughed as she said, "Oh, I understand we wereboth at the same ACDC concert when we were young!"
Kelsey laughed and then I did too, feeling my face heat up again. I recalled one day earlier inthe Fall, regaling my students with the story of how the guitarist Angus Young had showered me with sweat (along with everyone else), when he'd been carried around the arena by roadies during the Black & Blue tour. "Really?" I replied. "Did your parents bring you to the concert? You were what...five or six?" Inwardly,I winced, realizing how what I'd said sounded like a corny pick-up line. Still, that had been 1980 and I'd been nineteen.
Michelle put her hand to her mouth and giggled and said, "No...I was um, fourteen." She glanced at her daughter again and then said in an embarrassed tone. "I snuck out of the house." She turned back to her daughter and said in a mocking tone as she playfully shook her finger at Kelsey, "You didn't hear that, young lady."
Kelsey rolled her eyes as only a teenager can do and said, "God, Mom...like I didn't already know you were a wild child." The young woman turned to me and said, "You should see her rockconcert T-shirt collection, Mister Hamill...she has a dresser drawer full of them. I think she was at every rock concert that came through Indianapolis!"
I grinned and began an exchange with her mother as we each offered up various bands from the early 1980s, nodding and laughing as we recalled each one. "REO – 1981?" "Yep...Van Halen – '83?" "Oh yeah, and in '88! Judas Priest in 82?" At one point we both looked at each other and said, "Ozzy...Crazy Train!" at the sametime.
I shook my head. "Great shows all and some crazy days." Sighing, I said, "I wish I still had some of those concert shirts, but I pretty much wore them out."
Michelle nodded and replied, "I know, I still have most of mine, but a lot of them you can practically see right through."
I sorta gawped at her comment, suddenly envisioning her wearing a nearly worn through T-shirt with those magnificent breasts. I felt my cock twitch a little at the thought. Kelsey giggled, "Jeez, Mom!" while realization of what she said dawned on her mother's face.
With her face turning bright red, Michelle started to speak, but was interrupted by the principal's voice coming over the intercom, announcing that "It is now Seven o'clock and our Parent-Teacher conference is now concluded. I'd like to wish students, their families and all our teachers a wonderful three day weekend."
The announcement gave Kelsey's mother a moment to recover and she stood up and said,"Well, we should let you go home. I'm sure you've had a long day. Thank you for your time." She paused and grinned as she added,"And thanks for the stroll down memory lane."
I offered her my hand which she shook as I replied, "Definitely my pleasure, Ms. Page. You two have a wonderful weekend." I looked to her daughter, looking lovely in a short, flared skirt that showed off her long, toned legs. "Seeyou on Monday, Kelsey."
Mother and daughter retreated to the door where Michelle stopped and turned back, an odd, almost nervous look on her face. "I don't know if you've heard, but do you know who's playing at the Barclay Club tomorrow night?" The Barclay was an old nightclub fixture in downtown Indianapolis that often featured old,once famous bands still out there grinding out their music in small venues.
When I shook my head, she said, "Kansas, remember them?"
I smiled at the memory of some of their songs..."Carry On, My Wayward Son" and "Point of No Return" and especially, "Dust in the Wind." I hadn't heard most of them in a long time. "Really? I might have to check that out."
Michelle smiled at me and nodded as she said,"Well, maybe I'll see you there." She shot me the briefest of winks and putting her arm through her daughter's arm, strolled out, leaving me wondering if I had just been flirted with.
I replayed the whole meeting with Kelsey and her mother in my head as I packed up my briefcase and headed for my car. I still couldn'tmake up my mind if she had been flirting with me or not. The truth was, I was out of practice. I was twelve years still recovering from a bitterdivorce from my first wife who'd been unfaithful and a credit card addict to boot. I had avoided women in general – in part out of anger and in part because I had been close to broke as I struggled to pay off debts she'd accrued. By the time I had regained my footing financially, I'd pretty much grown out of the habit of interacting with women outside of work.
I still appreciated the opposite sex and had hada few brief relationships, but mostly the last few years, I'd satisfied my needs with my hand while fantasizing about various students and fellow female teachers. And yes, more than once, I had masturbated thinking about Kelsey with her long legs and full, pert breasts that jutted out so entrancingly against her T-shirts and blouses.
I slept in the next day, savoring the rare Friday off, waking up and feeling horny, rememberingvaguely that I had had a series of dirty dreams.I spent most of the day taking care of various errands around the house...laundry, dishes, the bathroom...all the things that a bachelor tends to let slide.
As the afternoon grew long, I kept thinking back to Michelle Page and that wink and all the naughty thoughts her obviously innocent words had produced and as it grew dark in the early Fall evening, I found myself searching for a place to park in the Barclay's parking lot, having showered and shaved, wearing blue jeans and a Colts jersey. After squeezing my little Ford Mustang into a tight spot, I paid admission and walked into the loud nightclub. Kansas had just started its set and I was pleased to see that they could still do "Point of No Return" right.
They were performing on a stage at the bottom of a circular amphitheater, surrounded by bleacher seats and small tables where people who were mostly my age or even a little older were moving to the music. Part of me was wondering if we'd still be rocking out when we ...
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