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 �>�An Evening with Mr.  Logan by TheSparkZone

   An Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 1

   I'm a high school senior and my history teacher offered to help anyone
that was having trouble in his class.  I really didn't need his help, but I
like Mr.  Logan so I scheduled a study session with him.  He was unable to
meet with me after school because he already had meetings scheduled with
some of my classmates.  Therefore we agreed to Skype with each other one
evening.

   Mr.  Logan is a handsome man and he would be quite a catch for someone
my mom -(TM)s age.  He is probably pushing fifty, and he is relatively fit
with stylish, but graying hair.  Even though Mr.  Logan is much older than
me, he always makes me laugh and he gives me extra attention in class so
Mr. Logan is definitely my favorite teacher.

   I'm not a dumb blonde, but on the night that I was supposed to Skype
with Mr.  Logan, I completely forgot about the meeting.  Only minutes
before the Skype session was supposed to begin, I was lounging on the couch
and watching TV.  School was the furthest thing from my mind.  I was only
wearing a tank top and a pair of panties because I didn't plan on going
anywhere or seeing anyone that evening.  Suddenly my mom walked into the
room with a glass of wine in her hand.

   I said, "Mom, you -(TM)ve already had a couple glasses of wine at
dinner. Why are you having another one?"

   She replied, "I got a raise at work today and I feel like celebrating.
By the way, weren't you supposed to study with your teacher tonight?"

   I jumped up and said, "Oh no, I forgot all about it," and then I looked
at the clock and added, "And I don't have time to change my clothes!"

   My mom asked, "You don't plan to meet with him in that outfit, do you?
You look practically naked in those underpants."

   I looked down and said, "Well, if I stay seated at my desk, maybe he
won't know that I don't have any pants on."

   My mom added, "What about the top?"

   I replied, "The top looks okay."

   My mom laughed and said, "Looks okay?  That top is meant to be worn
under another shirt.  Your nipples are showing right through the thin
material and it looks like you could fall out if you move the wrong way!"

   Then she put her hands on my shoulders and tried to jiggle my breasts
out of my shirt.

   I said, "See, they stayed in place and besides, maybe he won't even
notice."

   My mom laughed again and said, "Won't notice?  He's a man...of course
he'll notice!  How can he miss these?"

   Then my mom reached out and pinched my nipples.  I just giggled and
pushed her hands away.

   I said, "Mom, every time you have a few drinks, you start pinching and
grabbing me."

   She replied, "It -(TM)s only because I love you.  Now make sure you keep
these panties hidden from the man," and then she slipped her finger into my
panties and tickled my butt crack while attempting to pull down my
underpants.

   I giggled, pushed her hand away and said, "Well, at least you're not a
mean drunk...gotta go," and then I hurried off to my bedroom.

   I have a perky set of c-cup breasts, which look full and firm on my
petite frame.  My thin tank top had shoestring straps over each shoulder
and the top offered a clear view of my deep cleavage whenever I leaned
forward.  The straps have a tendency to slide off my shoulders when I lean
to one side or the other, and sometimes they fall down far enough to expose
my nipples.  Since I wasn't wearing a bra, I'd have to be careful not to
lean in any direction tonight, otherwise my teacher would get an eyeful!

   I was also wearing a pair of sheer white panties.  The tiny undies were
a tad too small for me, but I liked the feel of the silky see-through
material against my intimate areas.  Since the panties were too small for
me, some of my butt crack hung out in back and I had a bit of camel toe
going on in front.  Remaining seated during the Skype session would have to
be a top priority because these little undies left nothing to the
imagination.

   When the session started, it was all business.  Mr.  Logan provided me
with topics that would be on the final exam and I sat there taking notes. I
pushed my long blonde hair off my shoulders.  It allowed me to easily see
my paper, but it also allowed Mr.  Logan to easily see my barely covered
titties.

   As I took notes, I leaned forward and it made me nervous because I could
feel my boobs threatening to spill out of my top.  I pretended not to
notice and continued taking notes, but I could tell by the inflections in
the man's voice that he was paying close attention to what was straining to
escape from my flimsy top.  I blushed and began to regret that I wore such
a daring outfit, but it was too late to turn back now.

   Mr.  Logan asked me to open my textbook and I shrieked, "My textbook?"

   He replied, "Yes, is that a problem?"

   I said, "Um, no.  It's on the floor right next to me."

   I couldn't stand up in those little panties so I was forced to lean
sideways to pick up the book.  As I did, the strap over my left shoulder
slid down my arm.  When I sat up and opened the book, I could feel the edge
of my top hanging precariously on my nipple.

   I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to
draw attention to my nearly exposed nipple so I just sat there and hoped
for the best.  The fabric tickled a little and stimulated my nipple, which
made it hard like a pencil eraser.  With my nipple poking out against the
thin material, it actually kept the shirt from sliding down any further.

   I could see myself in a window on my computer screen and I was afraid my
top would fall off any second.  I could also see Mr.  Logan in another
window and although he tried hard to concentrate on my history lesson, his
main focus was on my dangling top.

   My flimsy shirt stayed up for a minute or so and I thought it was going
to hang on, but then I coughed a few times.  My heart stopped for a moment
because coughing made my boobs bounce, but luckily it didn't make my top
fall down.  However, I did notice that each time I coughed, Mr.  Logan took
a deep breath and I could tell that he was waiting with great anticipation
for the inevitable to happen.  I'd never been in this type of situation
before, but Mr.  Logan's reaction to my near nakedness had a strange, but
tantalizing effect on me.

   As we continued our discussion about whatever, at this point I wasn't
even taking notes, I could feel the edge of the tank top slowly sliding
down over my nipple.  The upper half of my pretty pink nipple was showing
now and I could tell that Mr.  Logan's eyes were focused on my precarious
situation.  My heart was racing and it looked like beads of sweat were
beginning to form on Mr.  Logan's forehead.  Then it finally happened.

   I leaned forward to write something down and out popped my left titty!
It was completely exposed and my nipple poked out proudly.  My face turned
bright red, but I continued participating in the study session as if
nothing had happened.  However Mr.  Logan's eyes were now wide like
saucers.

   After allowing my left breast to hang out in the open for a minute or
so, I couldn't just suddenly pull my top up so I allowed it to remain
uncovered.  I was mortified and I figured that the only way I was going to
get out of this situation was to end the study session.

   I said, "Mr.  Logan, I think I have enough information so I guess we can
stop now."

   Mr.  Logan seemed to panic when I said that I wanted to quit so he
hastily blurted out, "It might be beneficial if I give you the actual
questions that will be on the final exam."

   I was totally embarrassed because my left tit was hanging out directly
in front of my history teacher, but he was also presenting me with a great
opportunity.  Figuring that my humiliation couldn't get any worse, I agreed
to continue participating in the study session.  While leaving one of my
breasts uncovered, I began writing down the questions as Mr.  Logan
dictated them to me.

   As I was taking notes, my long blonde hair fell down in front of me and
partially blocked my view of the paper.  I instinctively pushed my hair
back, which was a mistake because my hair partially blocked Mr.  Logan's
view of my bare boob, too.  To make matters worse, in the process of
pushing my hair back I accidentally bumped the other strap and it fell off
my shoulder.  The strap slid down my arm and the right side of my tank top
didn't catch onto my nipple like the left side did.  My whole top dropped
straight down into my lap putting both of my breasts on display for Mr. 
Logan to enjoy.

   I was mortified and I wanted to run and hide, but I also wanted all of
the final exam questions so I pretended not to notice that I was now
topless in front of my history teacher.  He must have really thought that I
was a dumb blonde because how could anyone not know that their top fell
off. However, I was now starting to get caught up in the excitement of the
situation.  I'd never been naked in front of a boy before, much less a man,
but Mr.  Logan's sudden heavy breathing alerted me to the effect I was
having on him and it was actually turning me on.

   Mr.  Logan's interest in my breasts was beginning to change my
embarrassment into boldness and I decided to push the envelope a little
further.  I asked Mr.  Logan to wait a minute while I put my hair up into a
pony tail.  I grabbed a rubber band off the desk and with my arms up behind
my head, I thrust my bare breasts right into the camera.  I gave my tits a
little shake and bounced them for Mr.  Logan before finally getting back to
work.  Seeing the expression on Mr.  Logan's face was priceless and it was
having an effect on me, too.  My nipples were poking out proudly and I
could feel wetness in my camel toe panties.

   After giving me the last exam question, it suddenly occurred to me that
I needed to find a dignified way to get out of this situation.  Mr.  Logan
was searching for an excuse to continue the study session, but I could hear
my mom moving around outside my bedroom door and I didn't want her to catch
me showing off for my teacher.  Therefore it was time to put an end to the
fun and games.

   To finish the session with some of my self-esteem still intact, I acted
like I had an itch on my left breast and reached up to scratch it.  As I
scratched my hard nipple, I looked down and pretended to just now notice
that my top had fallen off.

   I put my hands over my breasts and screeched, "Oh no, I lost my top!"

   With my breasts covered, I asked, "Mr.  Logan, is this why the study
session lasted so long?"

   He frantically replied, "Of course not.  I can only see you from your
neck up."

   I knew he was lying because a window on my screen showed me exactly what
he could see, and what he could see were my fully exposed boobs!

   However, I played along and said, "Thank goodness.  My top fell down and
I was afraid you could see my, um, bare tits!"

   Mr.  Logan said, "Well don't worry about it.  I didn't see anything."

   I said, "Whew, that's a relief.  So, if you can't see my breasts then I
might as well let go of them and pull my top up," and then I let go of my
breasts, leaving them completely exposed in front of the camera again.

   Very slowly I reached down and slid my top up, but the shirt got caught
under my bare tits.  I left the top in that position and forced each of the
straps over my shoulders.  Once the shoestring straps were in place, I
tucked my boobs into my skimpy tank top, making sure that the material was
only pulled up high enough to barely cover my nipples.

   Then I looked at the camera and said, "Thanks again for the study
session, Mr.  Logan.  I'll see you in class tomorrow," and then I quickly
ended the Skype application, or at least I thought I did!

   I stood up and backed away from the desk, and as I did I looked down and
saw that my see-through panties were now right in front of the camera.  To
my horror, I could also see that Mr.  Logan was still connected and he was
watching me!  I was going to make a mad scramble to end the Skype session,
but once again I felt compelled to play the role of the innocent victim.

   The truth is that once my mom told me she has a secret fantasy where a
strange man watches her get undressed.  Whenever my mom has a little too
much to drink, she says things that probably shouldn't be shared with her
teenaged daughter.  In this instance, she planted a seed in my head, and
now when I get undressed, I seem to have the same fantasy.  It really gets
me excited when I imagine that a man is secretly staring at my naked body.
However, this wasn -(TM)t a fantasy...this was real life!

   With my sheer panties on display in front of the camera, I began asking
myself,  -�Should I do it?  Should I do it?  I want to, but if I let my
teacher see me naked, how will I ever face him in class again? -�

   I started to chicken out when I thought about the consequences, but then
I said to myself,  -�He -(TM)s already seen my bare breasts.  He -(TM)s
already seen my panties.  What -(TM)s a little more going to hurt? -�

   I finally gave in to my naughty impulses and decided to make my fantasy
come true.

   I said to myself,  -�Mr.  Logan, you -(TM)re about to see me naked! -�



   An Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 2

   I'm an eighteen year old high school senior and although my friends brag
about putting on webcam shows, I'd never done one myself.  Now I was
putting on a show for my history teacher!  After I finished my study
session with Mr.  Logan, I failed to turn off the Skype program.  With my
see-through panties right in front of the camera, I made a startling
discovery...the camera was still on and Mr.  Logan was watching me!

   I should have run for cover, but my mom and I share a secret fantasy
where a strange man watches us undress.  Somehow my mischievous side took
over and I decided to try living out the fantasy.  Mr.  Logan wasn't really
a stranger, but he wasn't a boyfriend either.  He was also more than thirty
years older than me.  Mr.  Logan thought I had no idea that he was watching
me, which is what made it so exciting for both of us.

   There was a big mirror on the wall right behind my laptop.  As I looked
at myself in the mirror, I could glance down and see myself on the screen,
too.  From where I was standing, the camera was capturing me from mid-thigh
all the way up to my forehead.  I slowly lifted my tank top and pushed it
over my head.  Now I was standing in front of my history teacher wearing
nothing, but a skimpy pair of white panties.

   I wasn't sure what to do next, but I didn't want it to end quickly so I
began gently caressing my bare breasts.  I also tweaked my round rosy
nipples once or twice to make sure they were nice and hard.  As I worked my
hands over my pretty titties, I was starting to get turned on, but then my
mom suddenly cracked open the door.  I threw my arms over my chest and felt
really ashamed of myself, but my mom didn't suspect anything at all.

   My mom asked, "Is your study session over?"

   I replied, "Yep," so she opened the door and stepped into my room.

   My mom was holding a towel in front of her with one hand and a glass of
wine in the other as she announced, "I wanted to let you know that I just
got out of the shower.  You should take your shower and get into bed. 
You've got school tomorrow."

   I didn't know what to say or do.  My mom was standing there with her
bare ass right in front of the camera and my history teacher was staring at
her.  I always felt that my mom was hot because she works out every day and
takes very good care of herself.  She is also a very classy lady.  As an
executive secretary, she always wears expensive, but conservative clothes
(although she wasn't wearing anything at the moment) and she was even
drinking her wine from fine crystal stemware.  Besides, my mom was a good
ten or fifteen years younger than Mr.  Logan so she probably looked really
hot to him.  I was also worried because my mom gets rather playful when she
drinks, and tonight she had more than her share of wine.

   I wanted to get my mom out of the room before she noticed that someone
was watching her so I said, "Okay, I'll get in the shower right now."

   My mom replied, "Good," and I thought she was going to leave, but
instead she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.

   I said to myself, "Please don't drop the towel...please don't drop the
towel," but my mom carefully set down her wine glass, and then she lifted
up her towel and wrapped it around her wet hair.

   I was really nervous now.  My mom's full firm breasts and neatly trimmed
blonde bush were right in front of the camera.  My mom's naked body blocked
my view of the computer, but I'm sure Mr.  Logan's eyes were scanning every
inch of my mom's bare flesh.  I was worried that my mom would look down and
see herself on the screen, but luckily that didn't happen.

   With the towel now on her head, she turned to me and said, "You should
get those underpants off and get into the shower," as her bare ass was once
again on display for Mr.  Logan to study.

   I replied, "Okay," and then my mom finally left the room.

   After my mom was gone, I turned around and with my back to the camera I
started slowly rolling my panties down over my cute little butt.  I inched
my panties down and little by little the crack of my ass came into view. 
Then I pushed the tiny undies down my straight legs and arched my back.  As
I stepped out of my panties, I spread my legs a little bit.  I was still
bent over as I reached for my panties and I was pretty sure that not only
was Mr.  Logan looking at my fully exposed ass, he could also see my smooth
shaved pussy lips peeking out from behind.

   Then I turned around and innocently showed Mr.  Logan everything I had
to offer.  I stood there for a moment with my bare breasts, pretty pink
nipples and hairless young pussy right in front of the camera, much to Mr.
Logan's delight.  After giving my history teacher a nice long look at my
naked teenaged body, I left the room and headed for the shower.

   I figured that if I stayed in the shower long enough, Mr.  Logan would
get tired of waiting for me and end the Skype session himself.  However,
when I returned from my shower, I was shocked to discover that Mr.  Logan
had found a new source of entertainment and the webcam action was hotter
than ever!



   An Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 3

   I had a webcam study session with my history teacher this evening and
when the session ended, I accidentally left the webcam running.  Mr.  Logan
didn't think I knew he was watching me when I took off my clothes, but I
was well aware that he could see me naked.  When I left the room to take a
shower, I could see that he was still watching me, and it made me feel both
embarrassed and excited at the same time.

   After a nice long shower, I wrapped a towel around my nude young body
and went back towards my bedroom.  I assumed that my history teacher grew
tired of waiting for me and ended the Skype session, but what I saw when I
peeked into my room shocked me.  My mom, still completely naked, was
sitting on my bed right in front of the camera.  Her legs were slightly
spread apart and she was applying lotion to her ample breasts.

   My mom was giving her tits a nice slow massage and she was teasing her
nipples in the process.  She was making gentle circles over her nipples
with her fingertips, and she pinched and pulled on them, too.  I couldn't
help noticing how her nipples stood out hard and erect, and I'm sure Mr. 
Logan also couldn't help noticing, too.

   I didn't know how to tell my mom that a man was watching her put lotion
all over her nude body so I just stood there silently and hoped that she
finished quickly.  Unfortunately she leaned forward in front of the camera,
took a sip of wine, and then sat back and continued taking her sweet ole
time applying the lotion to her bare skin.

   After my mom was done with her breasts, she laid back on the bed and
began applying lotion to her firm flat belly.  Her back was arched as she
leaned on one elbow, and as she caressed her smooth skin, she lifted one
foot up on the bed.  The position my mom was in left her legs spread
completely apart, right in front of the camera!  Mr.  Logan now had an
unobstructed view of my mom's fully exposed pussy.  Her blonde bush was
neatly trimmed, but it was completely shaved down between her legs, so Mr.
Logan had no problem seeing every bit of my mom's tender pussy lips.

   When my mom finally finished giving Mr.  Logan a total beaver shot, she
put her foot on the floor and went to work on her legs.  My mom leaned
forward and her large firm breasts were dangling right in front of my
laptop.  She started at her ankles and slowly worked her way up until my
mom's hands were caressing her inner thighs.  Her hands were moving
leisurely over the soft skin between her legs, but her fingers were getting
dangerously close to her pleasure place.

   I felt like I had to do something fast before my mom's fingers did a
little cave exploring in front of my history teacher so I cleared my
throat, and then I walked into the room.  My mom quickly pulled her hands
away from her blonde bush and looked up at me kind of red faced.

   I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

   My mom stammered, "Um, uh, no problem.  I just came in to borrow some of
your body lotion.  I hope you don't mind.  I'm all out."

   I replied, "You paid for it...help yourself."

   I casually glanced over at the computer and noticed that my screen saver
was on.  I pressed a key, and sure enough, Mr.  Logan was still there.  I
guess he could still see my mom even though my screen saver was invoked.  I
was going to cancel the Skype session, but all I did was make Mr.  Logan's
window smaller and the window showing my camera's view bigger.

   I tried to correct my mistake when my mom asked, "What's that?"

   I replied, "Nothing, just my webcam left over from my study session."

   My mom quickly threw an arm across her breasts and a hand between her
legs and said, "You mean your teacher can see us?  How could you let him
see me naked?"

   I couldn't let my mom know that she had just modeled nude for my history
teacher so lied and said, "Relax mom, he can't see you.  Um, I guess he's
having a session with someone else."

   My mom -(TM)s usually pretty sharp, but she drank a lot of wine tonight.
That -(TM)s why it was so easy to convince her that Mr.  Logan was not
watching us.

   My mom again looked at Mr.  Logan on the screen, and then she laughed
and asked, "Are you sure he can't see me?  I mean are you sure he can't see
me do this," and then she shook her boobs right in front of the camera.

   I let out a nervous laugh because I knew Mr.  Logan could actually see
her, and then I said, "Mom, I think you've had a little too much wine
tonight.  Why don't I just shut down the computer?"

   She blocked my path and said, "No.  Let's have some mom and daughter fun
like we used to.  We can pretend like your teacher is watching us."

   I said,  -�Mom, I don -(TM)t think that -(TM)s such a good idea, -� but
I didn -(TM)t know how to control her playfulness.

   My mom and I used to have tickle fights when I was younger, especially
on nights when she had a little too much to drink...like tonight!  I didn't
want to strip in front of Mr.  Logan with my mom sitting there so I made
sure my towel was wrapped around me good and tight.  I tried to walk over
and close my laptop, but my mom grabbed the bottom of my towel and
threatened to pull it off so I froze in my tracks.

   My mom looked up at me and asked, "Do you want me to put some lotion on
your back?"

   I nervously said,  -�I don -(TM)t think so.  Maybe you can do it some
other night. -�

   My mom said,  -�Sure.  Your dad left me and soon you -(TM)ll be going
off to college and I -(TM)ll be here all alone, but that -(TM)s okay, we
can do it another night. -�

   I said, "If you -(TM)re gonna lay a guilt trip on me then okay you can
do my back, I just need to take care of something first."

   I tried to reach for my computer, but my mom got all excited and yanked
my towel off.

   I screeched, "Mom, I don't have any clothes on," as I tried to cover my
breasts and pussy with my hands.

   My mom laughed and said, "So what!  You're naked, I'm naked, we're both
naked.  What's the big deal?  It -(TM)s not like anyone can see us."

   My mom's playfulness left both of us completely naked right in front of
my history teacher, who was watching us via the webcam.  At this point I'll
bet Mr.  Logan thought my mom and I were both a couple of dumb blondes. 
How could anyone strip naked in front of a webcam and not know they were
being watched?

   Then my mom reached out and started moving her hands up and down the
front of my body.  I was in a real jam.  My mom wanted to pretend like we
were flashing in front of a live webcam so I couldn't shut it down, but she
didn't know that the webcam was live!  My history teacher was connected and
watching every move we made.  It seemed like my only option was to endure
the humiliation.

   My embarrassment continued as my mom said, "You've always had the
smoothest skin," while her finger toyed with my belly-button.

   Having my belly-button tickled made me laugh out loud.  I tried to back
away, but she had an arm around my waist and held me in place.  At this
point my mom was sitting on the bed and I was standing in front of her.  We
were both to the side of camera as my mom leaned forward and began putting
lotion on my legs.  As she worked on the front and back of my legs, I put
my hands on her shoulders for support.  The only thing Mr.  Logan could see
right now was the sides of our breasts as they bounced and swayed in front
of us.

   It isn't unusual for my mom and I to act this way, but it felt a little
more sexual tonight.  Maybe I was oversensitive because I knew my history
teacher was watching us or maybe it was because my mom had a little too
much to drink, but it really seemed like my mom was determined to put
lotion on every square inch of my body.  I began to tense up when my mom's
fingers got right next to my pussy lips, but I was relieved when she
bypassed that area and moved up to where my pussy hair would be if I didn't
shave.

   As my mom moved her hand around over my bare beaver, she said, "Wow, you
really got a close shave down here.  It feels as smooth as it did when you
were eight years old."

   I looked over at the camera, blushed and said, "Mom, you're embarrassing
me!"

   She laughed and said, "Then this will probably really embarrass you,"
and she slid her finger down the middle of my smooth snatch.

   I didn't say anything.  I simply let her continue rubbing my hairless
pussy because it actually felt good, but when her finger made contact with
my love button, I nearly fell down.  It was certainly embarrassing to have
my mother rubbing my pussy in front of my history teacher, but I let her do
it anyway.

   When it started feeling a little too good, I said, "Mom, you shouldn't
touch me there."

   She said, "Why not?  You must like it...you're awfully wet!"

   Then she pushed my hand between her legs and said, "See, I'm wet, too!"

   I pulled my hand away and said, "No more wine for you tonight, mom."

   My mom said, "That -(TM)s fine.  I -(TM)m done drinking...now its
playtime," as moved her hands a little higher.

   Soon she was working her oily hands up and down my tight mid-section,
which also felt good.  However, she kept reaching higher and higher until
her hands found their way onto my bare boobs.

   I squeaked, "Mom, do you have to touch my breasts?"

   She playfully squeezed my tits and said, "Come on.  I'm your mother. 
Can't we have a little fun together?"

   As my mom continued massaging my breasts, I looked over and saw that we
had Mr.  Logan's undivided attention.  I was so embarrassed that my legs
were shaking and I was hoping that my mom would give up soon, but she
seemed to have a lot of energy tonight.

   When she began tweaking my nipples, I grabbed her hands and said,  -�You
know mom, we need to find you a man.  You -(TM)ve got an itch that needs to
be scratched. -�

   My mom replied,  -�Yeah right.  Everyone tells me I -(TM)m so beautiful
and my body is so firm and I look so young, yet I don -(TM)t remember the
last time a man saw me naked. -�

   I looked over at the camera and said,  -�I do. -�

   She asked,  -�What? -�

   I giggled and muttered,  -�Oh nothing. -�

   Once again I tried to close my laptop, but my mom wrestled me onto the
bed before I could get to it.  In the process of pushing me down, she
rubbed her bare breasts up against mine.  I could actually feel our hard
nipples making contact with each other and it sent chills up and down my
spine.  To Mr.  Logan, my mom and I must have looked like a couple of
sorority girls at a slumber party having a pillow fight.

   I tried to position myself sideways, away from the camera, but my mom
gently forced me face down with the camera pointed right between my legs.
My legs were pretty far apart so I -(TM)m sure was giving my history
teacher an unobstructed view of my bare butt and hairless beaver.  My
laptop is new and it has a super high quality/high definition camera that
captures images incredibly clear so I was worried that Mr.  Logan could
even see the wetness between my legs.

   Then my mom climbed up and straddled me with her knees on the bed to
each side of me.  I casually glanced back and it was just as I had feared.
My ass and tight pussy could be seen from behind, and with her ass up in
the air, my mom's butt crack and bare beaver were also fully displayed on
the screen.  And as I had also feared, the images were crystal clear!

   The massage felt wonderful, but when my mom worked her way down to my
bare ass, she climbed over and kneeled to the side of me.  My ass was
totally exposed and my mom's breasts could be seen dangling from the side
as she placed one hand on my back to immobilize me.  Then she took her
creamy finger and slowly dragged it up and down my sensitive butt crack.

   I cried out, "No mom.  You know I can't stand this!"

   She chuckled and replied, "You always had a ticklish little butt, even
when you were a baby.  It always makes me laugh when you squirm."

   I squealed, "I squirm because this is torture," but she didn't stop.

   My mom put her knee on the small of my back for extra leverage, and then
she really went to town on my butt crack.  She kept dragging her finger up
and down the crack of my ass, sometimes going so low that she would touch
my pussy, which made me flinch.

   I called out,  -�Mom, don -(TM)t touch me there! -�

   She said,  -�Sorry, -� but the more I complained, the more she tormented
me.

   I looked back at the camera and there I was, completely nude with my
stark naked mom's boobs hanging there in front of the camera while she
tickled my bare butt crack and occasionally touched my pussy lips.  It was
embarrassing to begin with, but with my history teacher watching, it was
downright humiliating!

   I was laughing and begging my mom to stop, but she was relentless until
she touched my pussy again and said, "You're all wet.  Are you getting
turned on by your mother?"

   She split my pussy lips with her finger and moved it up and down until
she touched my little clitty.  That sent an electric shock through my body.

   As she continued sliding her finger up and down my little slit, she
said,  -�You are really getting wet --you actually like it! -�

   Then my mom touched my love button again and I let out a high pitched
shriek.

   My mom said,  -�Yep, that -(TM)s your clitoris.  I know what it does to
a girl when she gets touched there, like this, -� and then she rubbed my
little clitty again.

   I begged her to stop and struggled to get free, but my mom was having
fun tickling my clit and refused to stop.  Finally, I reached back and I
was able to push my mom -(TM)s hand away as she laughed hysterically.  Then
I buried my face in the pillow to hide my embarrassment.

   I thought my mom was going to leave, but she continued with the massage.
She leaned over between my legs with her feet on the floor at the end of
the bed and worked her way down until she got to my feet.  Out of
curiosity, I glanced back at the computer and my mom was bent over and
backed up right in front of the camera.  In her bent over position, my mom
was now treating Mr.  Logan to an extreme close-up of her bare butt crack
and fully exposed pussy lips from behind.

   Finally, my mom stood up, patted me on my bare behind and said, "You
should get to bed," and then she headed out the door.

   When my mom left, I should have shut down my computer, but something
inside of me didn't want the show to end.  That something was the need for
me to have an orgasm.  I decided that the show wasn -(TM)t going to end
until my needs were met, even if I had to do it myself!



   An Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 4

   I had a webcam study session with my history teacher earlier this
evening, but I accidentally left the webcam running after the study session
ended.  Mr.  Logan didn -(TM)t think I knew that he was watching me. 
However, I was well aware of his presence when I took off all my clothes in
front of him.  Then my hot mom appeared naked in front of the computer
camera and she really didn -(TM)t know that my history teacher was watching
her.  My mom heightened my humiliation by fondling me and giving me a
thorough (and I mean thorough) nude massage while my history teacher
watched.  After the massage, my mom left the room so it was now just Mr. 
Logan and me.

   I was still naked and lying face up on my bed.  The computer camera was
at the end of the bed and it was pointed right at my hairless beaver.  I
glanced over at Mr.  Logan and he was still looking at me.  I figured he
had seen so much of me tonight that there was no reason to end the Skype
session now.

   My juices were flowing and I had urges that needed to be satisfied
immediately.  At this point I didn't care if Mr.  Logan was watching me or
not.  In fact, knowing that my history teacher was watching me actually
intensified my emotions.  I decided to have a little fun with the situation
and perform for the camera like my mom did, except I was well aware that my
teacher is watching me.

   In my best sexy voice I said,  -�Mmm, I -(TM)m so turned on.  I know you
can -(TM)t see me Mr.  Logan because I turned the webcam off hours ago, but
I -(TM)m gonna pretend like you -(TM)re still watching me through the
computer while I play with myself. -�

   In a soft, innocent voice I continued,  -�It -(TM)s really a shame that
you can -(TM)t see me right now Mr.  Logan because I don -(TM)t have any
clothes on.  I -(TM)m completely naked.  Would you like that Mr.  Logan? 
Would you like to see one of the eighteen year old girls in your class
naked?  I think you -(TM)d like that.  I think you -(TM)d like that very
much! -�

   I looked right at the camera, licked my lips and began dragging my
fingertips up and down my bare flesh.

   I said,  -�I love tickling my bare skin.  My skin is so soft and it
feels so good when I gently drag my fingertips up and down my naked body.
It -(TM)s too bad you -(TM)re not here to tickle me Mr.  Logan.  You could
tickle every inch of my bare body and I wouldn -(TM)t tell anyone.  It
would be our little secret. -�

   I continued running my fingers up and down my body until my fingers
found my bare breasts.

   I rubbed my tits and said,  -�Mmm, my breasts feel so good.  They
-(TM)re so full and firm.  I bet you -(TM)d have fun squeezing these and I
-(TM)d love it if you played with my nipples, like this.  See?  See how I
-(TM)m playing with my nipples? -�

   I started moving my fingertips in gentle circles over my round rosy
nipples for the longest time while my history teacher watched.  Then I
began pinching and teased my nipples until they were good and hard.  I
couldn't help myself and I started pulling on my nipples until I worked
myself up into frenzy.

   I pushed my breasts together in front of the camera and said,  -�Look
Mr. Logan --see how hard my nipples are?  Having my nipples touched drives
me wild.  I wish you were here to touch my nipples.  Would you like to
touch my nipples?  Maybe you could kiss them and suck on them, too.  That
would feel really good. -�

   I casually glanced at the screen and Mr.  Logan was still watching me,
but now it looked like his arm was moving up and down.  It was exciting to
know that my history teacher getting off while he was watching me play with
myself.  As Mr.  Logan stroked himself, I slowly moved my fingers up and
down my inner thighs.  I knew my history teacher could see me, but I wanted
to continue playing the game where I acted like I was only pretending to
perform for him.

   I said,  -�I know you can -(TM)t see me Mr.  Logan.  I know I -(TM)m
just imaging that you -(TM)re watching me because our study session ended
long ago, but if you were still connected to the webcam, you -(TM)d be able
to see my pussy.  See?  I shaved real close just for you.  See how smooth
it is? -�

   I looked at the camera and asked,  -�What, you want a better view?  Mr.
Logan, I -(TM)m your high school student and you -(TM)re my teacher.  You
shouldn -(TM)t be asking for a closer look at my pussy, -� and then I put
my hand over my bare beaver as if I was trying to hide it from him.

   After a short pause I giggled and said,  -�Okay --if you want to see my
pussy that bad then here, let me give you a better view, -� and then I
moved closer to the end of the bed, which was also much closer to the
camera.

   I said,  -�You can see my pussy much better now, can -(TM)t you?  You
can really see how smooth and clean it is.  Wait, what did you say?  You
-(TM)ll give me an A if I spread my legs wide apart? -�

   I paused for a moment, and then I continued,  -�Mr.  Logan, are you sure
it -(TM)s a good idea?  You -(TM)re my teacher and I -(TM)m your eighteen
year old student.  I don -(TM)t know if I should spread my legs for you. 
If I do, then you -(TM)ll have a clear view of my tight wet pussy.  Is that
what you want to see --a little teenaged girl -(TM)s smooth bare beaver? 
Oh, okay Mr.  Logan.  For an A in your class I -(TM)ll do it --and I won
-(TM)t tell anyone, -� and then I spread my legs apart as wide as they
would go.

   I looked at myself on the computer screen and what I was showing my
history teacher was downright obscene.  My smooth shaved beaver and pretty
pink pussy lips filled the screen, and Mr.  Logan appeared to be thrilled
with the opportunity to see my most private area.

   I continued with the soft sexy dialogue by saying,  -�It -(TM)s too bad
you can -(TM)t see me right now Mr.  Logan.  You -(TM)d be able to see my
entire pussy, from the top all the way to the bottom of my wet pink lips.
And if you were here, you -(TM)d be able to touch my pussy like this, -�
and then I slid my finger into my tight wet pussy and began thrusting my
finger in and out.

   I continued,  -�Mmm, that feels so good.  Are you watching?  Are you
watching, Mr.  Logan.  Can you see me playing with my pussy?  I bet you
wish you were here so you could touch my pussy.  I -(TM)d let you --I
-(TM)d let you touch my pussy. -�

   Then I moved my other hand down between my legs and said,  -�I also like
to massage my little clitty.  See?  See how I touch my love button?  Yeah,
that really feels good...It really gets my juices flowing.  Watch how I
-(TM)m doing it so you can do it next time.  You can do it just like this,
-� and then I arched my back to make sure that all of the action was being
captured by the webcam.

   As I worked my fingertip in little circles deep inside of me, I
continued massaging my love button with my other hand.  Teasing my little
clitty was driving me wild!  With one finger, I was showing Mr.  Logan
exactly how I liked to be touched while my other finger feverously worked
over the inside of my wet pussy.  Soon my juices were really flowing and I
could feel the tension inside of me building stronger and stronger.

   I moaned,  -�Mr.  Logan, it feels so good.  I --I don -(TM)t think I can
--uh --take it much longer. -�

   Soon I was right on the edge of an orgasm and I started calling out, "A
little more...almost there --ah, just a little more and, uh yes, yes, oh
yes...that's it, that's it, I -(TM)m cumming.  I -(TM)m cumming -�

   My body felt like it exploded.  I continued ramming my finger in and out
of my pussy while I struggled to catch my breath, and then I just couldn't
take it anymore.  With a little whimper, I pulled my finger out, and then I
laid back, spread my legs wide and let Mr.  Logan feast his eyes on my
tight teenaged pussy.

   He must have liked what he saw because I heard Mr.  Logan grunt followed
by some heavy breathing, and then the show was over.  As I tried to recover
from my powerful orgasm, my body twitched and flinched.  I laid there
spread-eagle for a long time.  Finally I was able to relax and when I
looked up, Mr.  Logan was smiling at me.  His hair was messed up and he had
sweat running down his face.

   I was still naked as I stretched out on the bed as the scent of young
girl pussy juice filled the air.  Then I scooted up to the computer,
touched my nipples and blew Mr.  Logan a kiss before closing my laptop.

   Suddenly my mom popped her head through the door and said,  -�Goodnight.
-�

   Then she continued,  -�By the way, you know I can hear you out here, don
-(TM)t you?  It sounds like your teacher missed one heck of a show! -�

   I just blushed and said,  -�Goodnight mom! -�

   Maybe my mom knew the truth or maybe she didn -(TM)t, but the truth was
--Mr.  Logan didn -(TM)t miss a thing!





   Another Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 1

   I had a webcam study session with my history teacher yesterday and I
accidentally left the webcam running after the study session ended.  Mr. 
Logan thought he was spying on me, but I secretly knew he was watching me
remove my clothes in front of the camera.  Then my hot mom exhibited some
bad behavior after consuming too much wine.  She made a nude webcam
appearance, but she really didn -(TM)t know that my history teacher was
watching her.  Somehow my mom and I ended up naked together and she
heightened my humiliation by fondling me as Mr.  Logan viewed our escapades
over the Internet.  I finally finished the show by giving myself an
explosive orgasm while still pretending that I didn't know my history
teacher was watching me.

   I was a little apprehensive about attending my history class today, but
it was extraordinarily ordinary.  Mr.  Logan acted as if it was any other
day.  At first I was thankful that he didn't acknowledge my performance,
but then I started wondering if I turned him on at all.  I began to worry
that instead of putting on a hot sex show for Mr.  Logan, all I did was
make a complete fool out of myself.  I would find out later in the evening
that he liked what he saw and he wanted to see more!

   Instead of going home after school, I hung out with my friends at the
mall and I didn't get home until later in the evening.  When I finally
arrived at home, I saw a strange car in the driveway.  I went inside and I
was shocked to find Mr.  Logan sitting in our family room with my mother.

   My mom called out, "Hi honey, look who stopped by...it -(TM)s your
history teacher."

   I smiled and said, "Hello," but I was thinking, "What the hell is he
doing here?"

   Then Mr.  Logan filled my mom's wine glass and asked, "Should I open
another bottle?"

   My mom happily replied, "Sure, it -(TM)s Friday night.  There -(TM)s no
limit on Friday night."

   Then she added, "I don't know how you knew I liked wine."

   As my teacher opened a second or possibly a third bottle of wine, he
looked over at me and smiled.  My teacher and I both knew how he found out
about my mother's passion for wine.  Mr.  Logan is my favorite teacher, but
I was curious as to what was behind that sinister smile on his face.

   I tried to excuse myself and go to my room, but my mother said,  -�Hold
on young lady.  Your teacher shared an interesting story with me. -�

   I swallowed hard and asked,  -�What story was that? -�

   She replied,  -�He told me about your study session.  More specifically,
he told me about your outfit...you know, the one I told you not to wear. -�

   I said,  -�There was nothing wrong with that outfit. -�

   Mr.  Logan looked at my mom and said,  -�If there was nothing wrong with
the outfit, then maybe she should put it on now. -�

   My mom asked,  -�Do you really think so?  I mean the outfit is rather
revealing. -�

   Mr.  Logan replied,  -�Absolutely.  Sometimes a girl will only learn a
lesson through humiliation. -�

   My mom said,  -�Okay, if you think so," and then she turned to me and
said, "Mindy, go put that outfit on. -�

   As I turned to storm off to my room, Mr.  Logan stood up to get another
bottle of wine.

   When he got close to me, I whispered,  -�What are you doing?  I don
-(TM)t want to put that slutty outfit on. -�

   He replied,  -�I don -(TM)t want to post last night's video on the
Internet, but I might.  I know quite a few boys in class that would love to
see it. -�

   I threatened,  -�You wouldn -(TM)t! -�

   He just smiled and picked up a fresh bottle of wine.  Apparently Mr. 
Logan was very calculating in his plan.  His strategy was to get my mom
drunk, blackmail me into taking my clothes off, and I -(TM)m sure there
-(TM)s a twist in the plot that will leave my mother naked, too.  Phase one
was complete...my mom was already past her limit and phase two was in
progress because I was in my room changing into yesterday -(TM)s skimpy
outfit.  It was just a matter of time before I would find out what else he
had in store for my mother and me.

   As I stood in front of the mirror, I pulled off the T-shirt that I wore
to school.  Then I reached behind and unhooked my bra.  I let my full firm
breasts fall out of the cups, and then I slid the bra straps down my arms.
Next I pulled the thin white tank top over my head and slipped the shoe
string straps up my arms.  I adjusted the shirt to make sure my boobs were
covered, but there was no hiding my pretty pink nipples as they poked out
from under the thin white fabric.  I returned to the family room and Mr. 
Logan's eyes lit up when he saw my barely covered nipples, which were about
to pop out from under the low cut shirt.

   My mom asked, "Is that what she was wearing yesterday?"

   Mr.  Logan replied, "Well, not exactly.  She wasn't wearing pants."

   My mom looked at me and said, "I thought you were going to keep your
panties hidden?"

   I said, "I tried to hide my underwear, but things happened."

   My mom sternly asked, "What things?  Show me how much he saw!"

   I pleaded, "But mom, I'm not wearing the same underwear today."

   She demanded, "I don't care.  Get those pants off now."

   As my history teacher watched, I unbuttoned my tight jeans and pulled
the zipper down.  With my pants open in front, a little bit of my tiny pink
panties were exposed to my teacher.  Then I turned around and began pulling
down my jeans, but something felt wrong...something felt very wrong.  As I
pulled on the tight jeans, it felt like my little undies were sliding down,
too!

   My heart began to race when I realized that my butt crack was being
uncovered in front of Mr.  Logan.  I tried pulling on the jeans very
slowly, but they were extremely snug and I could feel the crack of my ass
being put on view as my pants inched their way over my butt.  When my jeans
slid down around my ankles, I bent forward to pull them over my feet and I
shrieked when I saw my little pink undies tangled up with my pants.  This
meant that Mr.  Logan was now staring at my bare ass!

   As I tried to separate my panties from my jeans, Mr.  Logan said, "You
may as well leave your underwear off.  After all, you ended up taking them
off anyway."

   My mom stood up and took my jeans and panties away from me, leaving me
standing there bottomless in front of my history teacher.  After Mr.  Logan
got a good look at my bare ass, my mother patted me on my butt cheek and
told me to turn around.  The tank top didn't even cover my belly button so
everything below my waist was on display.  My mom walked off with my pants
and underwear to throw them in the dirty clothes hamper, leaving me alone
with Mr.  Logan for a minute or two.  All I did was stand there in silence
as my teacher carefully studied my hairless pussy.

   My mom returned and asked, "Did she parade around in front of you like
this during the study session?"

   Before Mr.  Logan could tell her that I was also topless, he was
interrupted by a knock on the door.  By instinct, I quickly put my hands in
front of my pussy and wondered who it could be.

   Mr.  Logan said, "That must be the pizza delivery boy."

   I shrieked, "The pizza delivery boy!  Why is it that every time a girl
loses her clothes, the pizza delivery boy shows up?"

   Mr.  Logan just laughed and handed me a twenty, as if I was supposed to
answer the door.

   I turned to my mom and said, "You can't expect me to open the door.  I
don't have any pants on!"

   Before my mom could speak, my history teacher said, "Maybe a little
humiliation today will make you think twice before you decide to strip on
the Internet."

   My mom said, "That makes sense."

   I said, "Yeah, after a few bottles of wine to cloud your judgment, every
stupid idea makes sense!"

   Mr.  Logan simply pointed to the door so I stomped off into the living
room.

   As I walked away, I heard my mom say, "I'll bet I could show that pizza
boy a thing or two," and Mr.  Logan said, "Maybe you can show me later," as
they laughed.

   I just rolled my eyes and made my way to the front door.

   I cracked open the door and screamed, "Its Brian from class!"

   Mr.  Logan said, "Tell him I said hello," which made my mom laugh.

   They were both plotting against me so I had no choice...I had to open
the door.  This was really embarrassing because Brian is the cutest boy in
class.  I always wanted to go out with him, but he is a popular football
player.  Brian never paid much attention to me, and I was too shy to go up
to him and strike up a conversation.  Unfortunately, today was the day that
I was going to receive Brian's undivided attention!

   With a hand between my legs, I pushed the door open, but a strong breeze
from the door blew the twenty out of my hand.  It landed on the floor in
the middle of the room.  Then I opened the door and Brian stepped in.

   He immediately looked down and said, "Mindy, you don't have any pants
on!"

   I blushed and said, "I didn't know we ordered a pizza."

   Then I made an embarrassing mistake.  I pulled down hard on my tank top
to cover my pussy and when I did, I heard a snap followed by another snap.
My heart nearly stopped when I looked down and saw that both of the shoe
string straps on my tank top had popped free from the shirt.

   The front of my top slid down, but the edge of it was caught on my rock
hard nipples.  I didn't know what to do.  I was afraid that any movement
would cause my top to fall off my bare titties, so I just stood there
frozen while Brian anxiously waited for my perky breasts to pop out.  As I
remained in the humiliating pose, I glanced over and saw that Mr.  Logan
was recording the whole event on his cell phone.

   Mr.  Logan could see everything that was going on, but Brian was too
interested in my predicament to notice the presence of our history teacher.
Brian just stood there waiting for my next move.  He knew that if I pulled
my shirt up, my shaved beaver would show and if I didn't pull my shirt up,
it would fall down and my boobs would be totally exposed.

   I decided to try and reach for the top, but when I did the edge of the
top slipped off my nipples and the shirt plunged all the way to the floor.
It left me completely naked right in front of a boy from school that I
liked.  I was mortified as I threw an arm across my chest and a hand
between my legs.

   Brian didn't know what to do, so he just held out the box and said,
"Here's your pizza."

   I blushed and asked, "Do you really think I'm going to reach out and
take that pizza from you?"

   Brian shrugged his shoulders so I said, "Okay, I'll take the pizza, but
you have to close your eyes."

   He agreed, so I dropped my protection and took the pizza from him with
both hands.  With my back to him, I bent over and set the pizza down on the
coffee table.  My bare butt was completely exposed in front of my
classmate.

   Then I glanced over my shoulder and called out, "Hey, you were supposed
to keep your eyes closed!"

   He said, "Sorry," and put his hands over his face, but I could tell that
he was peeking between his fingers.

   I still had to pick up the twenty off the floor.  With the realization
that I was powerless to stop Brian from staring at me, I bent over to pick
up the money.  My legs were straight and my back was arched so I was sure
that Brian was not only gawking at my bare ass, he was getting a good look
at my tender pink pussy lips from behind, too.

   While bent over, I looked back and with a sly grin I asked, "Brian, are
you peeking at me again?"

   Brian smiled, but he didn't look away.  Apparently he really liked
gazing at my nude body!

   After giving Brian a nice long look at my bare backside, I stood up,
turned and walked towards him.  I made a half-hearted effort to conceal my
womanly charms from the boy, but one of my nipples was showing and his view
of my pussy was not blocked at all.  When I got right up beside Brian, I
dropped my arms leaving my firm breasts, round rosy nipples and smooth
shaved pussy completely uncovered for the boy to observe.

   I held out the twenty and said, "Here, keep the change."

   He took the money, and then he asked, "Do you want to see a movie
tomorrow?"

   I replied, "I'd love to," but before he could move, I grabbed his super
stiff penis through his pants and said, "I have to warn you, I may be
naked, but I'm not easy.  Do you still want to take me to a movie?"

   He leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'll be here at
seven," and then he walked off to his car.

   He looked back and I waved as he caught one last glimpse of my naked
body illuminated by the porch light.  Then I returned to the living room,
picked up the pizza and took it to the table in the family room.  When I
bent over to set the pizza down, my bare titties and pretty pink nipples
were hanging right in front of my history teacher.

   Then I tried to go to my bedroom and my mom asked, "Where are you
going?"

   I replied, "To my room so I can put on some clothes."

   My mom grabbed my arm, pulled me down into the chair and said, "You'd
better eat the pizza before it gets cold."

   I complained, "But mom, I'm naked."

   She said, "Oh come on.  Our guest has been looking at your tits and ass
all evening.  Just eat and then you can get dressed."

   Against my will, I sat with my breasts hanging out and my bare beaver on
display from between my slightly spread legs.  While we ate our pizza, my
mom wanted to know more about Brian, but Mr.  Logan was only interested in
my tits and pussy.  I was so annoyed that my mom made me eat in the nude
that at one point I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving my history
teacher a clear view of my smooth sweet snatch.  My mom gave me a
disapproving look, but I didn -(TM)t care.  After we finished eating, which
seemed to take forever, I was finally allowed to go to my room, but I was
convinced that Mr.  Logan was not ready for the evening to end!



   Another Evening with Mr.  Logan  -" Part 2

   I went into my room, but before I got dressed I heard Mr.  Logan and my
mom heading for her bedroom.  I peeked around the corner and noticed that
they didn't close the door all the way.  Figuring that this could be a
golden opportunity to get the goods on Mr.  Logan, I grabbed my super high
definition video camera and tip-toed down the hallway.  There was a six
inch gap in the door and it provided just enough room for me to have a
clear view of all the action.

   My mom had surpassed her wine limit, but that didn -(TM)t stop Mr. 
Logan from offering her a glass of Jack Daniels.  I -(TM)m not even a
drinker and I know that mixing alcoholic beverages can have dangerous
consequences.  Drinking always puts her in a playful mood and she was more
playful tonight than usual.

   My mom asked Mr.  Logan, "Do you want to play a game?"

   He countered, "What kind of a game?"

   She replied, "I'll be the teacher and you can be the naughty schoolboy."

   He laughed at first, but then my mom sat in her bedroom chair, hiked her
skirt up and said, "Herbert, are you trying to sneak a peek at your teacher
-(TM)s panties?"

   I almost busted a gut when I found out his name was Herbert, but I kept
the camera rolling as Mr.  Logan leaned forward to take a look between my
mom's legs.

   She jumped up and said, "That's it.  You must serve the punishment for
looking at your teacher's underwear!"

   He asked, "And what might that be?"

   She said, "You must strip naked and then you will be confined to the
bed."

   He said, "Okay," and began unbuttoning his shirt.

   After his shirt hit the floor, he kicked his shoes off, pulled his socks
off and began unbuttoning his pants.  Then he dropped his pants, pulled off
his underwear and tossed them on the floor with his other clothes.  From
the back, he looked pretty good for a man of his age, but I wanted to get a
look at him from the front.

   Then my mom got up from the chair and pushed the man onto the bed.  I
couldn't see anything because my mom's skirt covered his manhood, but I
waited patiently with the camera rolling.  Then my mom moved Mr.  Logan
-(TM)s hands up to the headboard and before he knew it, his wrists were
locked in handcuffs.

   I thought to myself, "Wow, where did those come from?"

   Mr.  Logan tried to break free, but he was trapped.  Then my mom slid
down to the end of the bed, leaving Mr.  Logan's naked body completely
uncovered.  I had a clear shot of his erection and I zoomed in for a close
up.  While I'd never actually come in contact with one, I'd seen enough of
them on the Internet to know that Mr.  Logan had a big one.

   Mr.  Logan was so concerned with his wrists that he didn't even notice
that mom was chaining up his right leg.

   Mr.  Logan said, "Okay, this has gone far enough.  You have a young
daughter in the next room."

   My mom said, "Yes, a young daughter that you saw naked," as she
struggled to capture Mr.  Logan's other leg.

   Then my mom said, "If you can get out of the chains, you can have me,"
and then she leaned against her dresser while the poor man fought to escape
from the cuffs.

   Finally, he gave up and said, "You got me, I can't get loose."

   My mom said, "That's a shame because you would like these," as she
slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.

   After the fourth or fifth button was undone, my mom's bra was showing
and she leaned forward to give the poor man a peek at her massive cleavage.
Then she pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unfastened the rest of the
buttons and slipped the blouse off.  Next she pulled down the zipper on the
side of her skirt and it slid down her legs.

   With my mom -(TM)s blouse and skirt on the floor, she stood in front of
Mr.  Logan in just her bra and panties.  My mom's underwear was nothing
spectacular.  She was wearing your basic white bra and panty set, but my
history teacher seemed to enjoy the show.  In my opinion, my mom is very
attractive and she keeps herself in shape, too.  I guess guys would call
her a MILF.

   My mom asked, "Do you want to see more you naughty boy?"

   He begged, "More, please more!"

   She said, "Alright," and then she unfastened the hook on the front of
her bra.

   She shook her upper body a little and her big tits fell out of the cups
allowing Mr.  Logan to feast his eyes on her round rosy nipples.  I don't
know what was harder, Mr.  Logan's dick, my mom's nipples or my nipples! 
Everyone was getting excited.  Then my mom leaned forward and placed Mr. 
Logon's erect penis between her breasts.  She pushed her breasts together
and started moving her body up and down.

   She asked, "Do you like that?"

   He replied, "Oh yes, oh yes.  Please don't stop," but when my mom
thought he was getting close, she stopped stroking his manhood with her
tits. 

   He called out, "No, you can't stop now," but she said, "I have to save
you for later."

   My mom crawled up to the top of the bed and said, "It's the teacher's
turn.  Start sucking," as she placed her left breast in his mouth.

   My mom moaned, "Mmm, that's nice.  You're doing a good job Herbert," and
then she started rubbing and pulling on her other nipple.

   My mom kept switching her breasts in and out of Mr.  Logan's mouth so
that they both got equal attention.  While she was in the process of
getting her tits sucked, she was also rubbing her silky panties up and down
against Mr.  Logan's stiff shaft, which he really seemed to be enjoying. 
Then she suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

   She stood up above Mr.  Logan's face and said, "It -(TM)s time for you
to see the goods."

   My mom hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pushed them down as Mr.
Logan stared right up between her legs.  He had an unobstructed view of my
mom -(TM)s neatly trimmed blonde bush.  It was actually trimmed very close
between her legs, so the man had no trouble getting a good look at her
precious pink pussy lips.

   She rubbed her pussy with her finger and asked, "Do you like it?  Do you
like what you see," and he replied, "Yes...very much!"

   My mom asked, "Do you want to taste it?"

   Mr.  Logan shook his head to signal yes so my mom lowered herself over
Mr.  Logan's face.  I could only see the side of my mom, but she had her
hands on the headboard with her breasts thrust out and her head back as she
made soft moaning noises.

   This went on for a long time, and then my mom said, "I hope you're ready
Herbert because I need you now!"

   Mr.  Logan was still chained to the bed as my mom moved down, hovered
over his rigid missile and guided it into her wet waiting pussy.  Once he
was inside of her, she started riding him like a bucking bronco.  My mom
used her hands to push herself up and down on his thick dick leaving her
boobs free to bounce around in front of Mr.  Logan.  My history teacher
couldn -(TM)t take his eyes off my mom's big bouncing tits as she played
rodeo girl on top him.

   Then my mom began massaging her clit with her finger as she rode Mr. 
Logan's manhood and it looked like it was having quite an effect on her. 
My mom's eyes were closed tight and she started pinching and pulling on her
nipples with her free hand, which Mr.  Logan also appeared to enjoy.  Then
it looked like my mom was having trouble catching her breath and I knew she
was close.

   My mom start screaming, "Not yet Herbert.  Don't stop, I'm almost...I'm
almost there."

   Mr.  Logan called out, "Can't...can't last much longer," but my mom
screamed, "No, not yet.  Hang on just a little longer," and then she really
started massaging her clit.

   My mom began moving up and down much faster over Mr.  Logan and her
boobs were bouncing out of control.

   She started moaning, "Oh I feel you getting harder.  You're getting so
hard.  It feels so good.  Hold on, just let me...wait...I'm...I'm cumming,
I'm cumming!  Oh so...so good."

   Then Mr.  Logan let out a loud grunt and it was obvious that he was
shooting off his love gun.  Seconds later it was over and my mom collapsed
over Mr.  Logan as they both fought to catch their breath.  After my mom
thought she had recovered from her orgasm, she tried to get up, but she was
unstable and stumbled over to her chair.  That's when I'd seen enough and
went in to take a shower.

   After a nice hot shower, I styled my hair, fixed my makeup, but I didn't
get dressed.  I draped a towel around me, picked up my camera and went into
my mom's bedroom.  When I entered the room, I found my mom passed out in
her chair and Mr.  Logan still trying to free himself from his restraints.

   With the camera focused on my history teacher, I said, "Hi Herbert. 
What's wrong?  Did you get locked up for being a bad boy?"

   Mr.  Logan said, "Ha, ha.  Now get me out of these things," but I said,
"I don't think so.  When my mom passes out from drinking too much, she
stays passed out for a long time.  That means your ass is mine!"

   He asked, "What are you talking about?"

   I said, "Well Herbert --do you mind if I call you Herbert? -�

   My history teacher said,  -�I would prefer you call me Mr.  Logan. -�

   I said,  -�Okay, Herbert.  You threatened to release a compromising
video of me on the Internet and now I'm going to make a video of you to
counter your threat.  Isn -(TM)t payback's a bitch?"

   Mr.  Logan replied,  -�I wasn -(TM)t really going to send the video. -�

   I said,  -�Well I can -(TM)t take that chance. -�

   I set the camera on the dresser and pointed it at the bed.  Then I went
over and grabbed ahold of Mr.  Logan -(TM)s penis.

   I said,  -�It -(TM)s all sticky.  I -(TM)d better clean it up. -�

   I poured some rubbing alcohol on it and scrubbed it with Mr.  Logan
-(TM)s shirt.  He whined and complained that it burned, but I didn -(TM)t
care.  I wanted a nice clean penis to play with.  Then I grabbed ahold of
it again and wiggled it around, but it was pretty lifeless.

   I said,  -�You -(TM)ve got a limp dick. -�

   He said,  -�Your mom worked me over pretty hard and then you poured a
harsh cleaner on it.  I think you put it out of commission for a while. -�

   I said,  -�That -(TM)s too bad.  All they -(TM)ll see on the video is a
middle-aged man that can -(TM)t get an erection, even though he -(TM)s with
a naked teenaged girl, -� and then I dropped my towel in front of the
camera.

   I posed with my bare butt in front of the camera, and then I showed off
my perky breasts, pink nipples and shaved beaver.  The whole time I was
acting like I was trying to excite Mr.  Logan.  During my performance, I
kept trying to stroke his manhood, and then I would make a frown face at
the camera because he wouldn -(TM)t get it up.

   I said,  -�I -(TM)ve got an idea.  Let -(TM)s play dress up.  I -(TM)ll
make you look good for the camera. -�

   Mr.  Logan was chained to the bed so he was unable to say no.  I went
and got my mom -(TM)s makeup kit, and then I climbed up on top of Mr. 
Logan.  I straddled him and rested my sweet snatch right on his bare chest.
I was naked so my ass was being recorded on the video, but I ignored the
camera and went to work.

   I began with a heavy foundation, and then I went for the glittery eye
makeup.  Mr.  Logan tried to resist, but I warned him that if he moved
around, I was liable to poke him in the eye, so he calmed down and complied
with my demands.  I don -(TM)t know why he was putting up a fight.  Every
time I leaned over to apply the makeup, he had a close up view of my full
firm titties, so he should have just laid back and enjoyed the show.

   I used mascara, eye liner and anything else I could find in the kit.  I
put some powdered blush on his face and I finished him off with some bright
red lipstick.  I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece, but I decided
it needed more so I gave him a set of clip-on earrings, and as a final
touch I put an artificial flower in his hair.

   I stepped back and said,  -�You look so cute!  Let me take a picture, -�
and then I went and got my cell phone.

   Mr.  Logan was very quiet during the whole process and I don -(TM)t
think he was having as much fun as I was.  In fact, I don -(TM)t think he
was having any fun at all.  After snapping off a few photos, I told him
that I wanted to get him hard again, so I placed his penis between my
breasts and began stroking him like my mom did.  As I rocked back and
forth, my bare butt and hairless pussy were right in front of the camera,
but I knew I could always edit that part out later.

   After a short time, my history teacher -(TM)s dick rose to the occasion.
I took some more pictures, but I felt that my subject needed to suffer a
little more humiliation.  I started playing with his penis like it was a
doll and that gave me an idea.  I went and got a dress from my old Barbie
Doll and put in on Mr.  Logan -(TM)s manhood.  Then I got the lipstick and
drew a happy face on his dickhead.  I was laughing and having a good time
as the camera rolled.  Mr.  Logan didn -(TM)t think it was funny at all. 
Then I stopped playing around and put some lotion on my hand.

   I said,  -�Are you going to be a good boy and behave yourself? -�

   He said,  -�Yes, -� so I removed the dress, placed my soft slippery hand
around his hard penis and began stroking it.

   I stroked and stroked and stroked, but nothing was happening.  I guess
playing dress up was too stressful for the man.  Then his manhood got
really hard so I started stroking faster.

   As I moved my hand up and down, I held it a little tighter.  Mr.  Logan
refused to say anything, but his body was tensing up and his breathing was
getting heavier so I knew he was about to cum.  Then it happened.  Mr. 
Logan fired his rigid rocked and the milky substance flew so far that it
landed on the side of his face.

   I said,  -�Mr.  Logan, you ruined your make up! -�

   Then I picked up my towel and went into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I went back into the bedroom to get my camera.

   As I tried to leave, Mr.  Logan said,  -�Aren -(TM)t you forgetting
something? -�

   I said,  -�Oh, yes I did.  How silly of me, -� and then I bent over and
put the Barbie dress on Mr.  Logan -(TM)s now shrinking dick.

   He called out,  -�No, that -(TM)s not what I wanted.  I want you to
unlock these cuffs. -�

   I replied,  -�No can do.  I honestly don -(TM)t know where my mother has
the key.  Besides, I think she -(TM)ll enjoy waking up and finding a sissy
boy on her bed. -�

   I said goodnight and turned off the light.  Before going to bed, I put
my camera and phone in a safe place.  Mr.  Logan is still my favorite
teacher, but he -(TM)ll think twice before he messes with me again. 
Earlier tonight Mr.  Logan said that I would learn a lesson through
humiliation.  I sure hope he learned his lesson --payback is a bitch!