Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

That’s right. In broad daylight, the two of them are totally naked and wrapped around each other on a lounger. My mom’s massaging her lover’s broad back as he looms over her, facing away from me. Her legs are spread eagle as she kisses his bronzed throat hungrily before saying something indecipherable, and then his body begins to move. It’s quite a sight to see actually. Of course, I hate this man’s guts, but I have to admit that at least he’s toned and athletic. His back is broad and thick with muscle, and even I can see that the man’s ass is tight and firm as he pumps into my mother, her hands gliding up and down his back as she moans.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. “What the fuck?”

A choked gasp sounds from behind me, and I spin quickly to see tears dripping down Rudy’s chin.

“It’s like this every day,” he says in a broken voice. “Monica’s been with him for a couple months now, and they make love every day. Either by the pool or in the master bedroom. I can hear it,” he says, burying his face in his hands.

I turn to look at the scene outside, right in time to see the pool boy churning like a beast between my mom’s legs. Monica’s head is thrown back, and her blonde hair flows like a waterfall as her shrieks begin to grow in volume. Holy shit! Quickly, I twitch the curtains shut so that the ugly scene is out of sight before turning back to my dad.

“Don’t be sad, Dad. Get mad! Get angry about this! Assert your rights. You’re her husband and this shouldn’t be happening.”

Rudy merely sobs some more, his shoulders trembling as he continues to cry.

“But what do I say?” he says in a wail. “The pool boy’s built like an Olympian, whereas I’m this,” he says, gesturing at his big paunch. “I’m losing my hair, I’ve gained forty pounds, and no woman would want me now. Much less Monica,” he adds in a broken voice. “Not when she can get that.”

I snort even as the shrieks outside become louder and more rhythmic. Flesh slaps against flesh and my mom’s lover is murmuring something in a baritone, although we can’t make out the words.

“It doesn’t matter,” I snap. “Monica’s your wife and she shouldn’t be treating you like this. You’ve supported her your whole life, Dad! She’s never had a job for as long as I can remember, and she wasn’t much of a mom to me either, so don’t say that being a mom was her job. It wasn’t. She’s taking advantage of you, and we’ve got to stop this.”

My dad merely continues to sob while wiping at his runny nose.

“Yes, but how?” Rudy chokes out. “How do I get her to stop? Throw her out of the house? Leave this place myself? I can hardly step outside to do my laundry these days, much less face the wrath of your mother.”

“Yes, but you don’t have to face her wrath. She’s the one who should be facing your wrath, Dad. You have it backwards!”

My father merely continues to cry. My heart breaks as I observe his unhappiness. With his reddened nose, expanding waistline, and thinning hair, Rudy’s clearly no competition for the pool boy outside. But the thing is that my dad shouldn’t have any competition, period. After all, that’s what marriage is about, right? We all get old and wrinkled, but that doesn’t mean that you ditch your partner for a younger, shinier version. Instead, you stick by your vows, and Monica’s broken her promise. She deserves some payback, and I press my lips together as determination wells in my heart.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll figure this out,” I say in a grim voice. “Leave it to me.”

Rudy sniffles as he wipes at his nose again.

“Yes, but how? As you can tell, your mother just doesn’t care anymore. Monica knows I’m in here. She knows I can hear when she and her boyfriend go at it at all hours of the night in the master bedroom. She even showers with him sometimes, and I find his products in the bathroom. Can you imagine that? There’s shaving cream and male deodorant sitting there on the shelf like he’s taken over as the man of the house. What do I do?”

At that moment, the sex outside reaches a climax. Monica lets out a long, breathy yelp as her lover grunts before slamming into her deep. Then, they both cry out, and there are some kissing and mewling noises before the sounds die out altogether. God, I hope they rot in hell because that’s what my mother deserves. She and the pool boy should be condemned to an eternity of torture because what the fuck? How can she do this to my dad? Doesn’t she have any decency?

I merely stare at my father again, my eyes blazing hot even if they feel utterly dry. My hands ball into fists so tight that the knuckles are white, and my fingers ache from the tension. But I don’t care because my mom needs to be taken down a few notches, and I’m just the girl to do it.

“Sit tight, Dad,” I manage in a relatively calm voice. “You’ve got me now. We’re going to be fine. You’ll see.”

But Rudy’s crying into his hands again, so I don’t even know if he’s heard. It doesn’t matter though. I came back to Oakdale to fix things at home, and if I can’t fix them … then I’ll blow them up instead.

Peyton

“Can you believe it?” I hiss at my phone screen. “What the hell? My mom’s such a hooch!”

My friend Carrie merely smiles and tosses her brown curls back.

“Well, you know some people would say that about us, Peyton. After all, we did work at Club Z.”

I roll my eyes while flinging clothes around like I’m on a mission. After the scene at my parents’ house, I decided that I couldn’t stay there. Instead, I high tailed it to a room at the nearest Best Western, and the space is small, but it’s clean and neat, and that’s all I need. After all, I can’t handle listening to my mom with her lover having sex all the time. Especially not if they’re as vocal as they were by the pool. That was totally gross, not to mention offensive, and I begged Rudy to come with me, but he wouldn’t budge.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin,” he said in a low voice. “You know this office is my safe spot now. I don’t leave if I don’t have to.”

I shake my head.

“But Dad, the sound effects are disgusting and totally unnecessary. You don’t have to do this to yourself. I’ll pay for the hotel room. It’ll be good for your mental health!”

My dad merely smiled sadly while looking around the cluttered space.

“I know,” he said in a low voice, “but I can’t. There’s something mentally wrong with me, sweetie, and this is my sanctuary now. I’m a shut-in and a hermit, but this is where I feel the safest.”

The words broke my heart, and there were tears in my eyes when I finally departed my parents’ home. More than once, I almost turned back because I didn’t want to leave Rudy when he was obviously so down. But I forced myself to get into the rental car because there’s no way I can handle a scene with Monica and her lover. Imagine that: the two of them stepping out of the bathroom after sharing a naughty shower. I can just see it. My mom would be giggling and clinging to his arm, both of them clad only in towels with their skin still damp from steam. Ugh. It’s too gross, and I’d likely start screaming from that provocation alone.

“Yeah, but Monica is married,” I grind into the phone as I search for my sexiest dress. “By contrast, we’re not married, Carrie. I mean, I know you’re in a relationship now, but when we were working at Club Z, it’s not like we were cheating on long-term boyfriends or anything.”

Carrie merely shrugs while patting her very-pregnant belly.

“Yes, but Club Z isn’t exactly a place for virginal young girls either,” she says with a wry smile. “It’s a sex club, so that’s what I did: I provided pleasure to men.”

I finally locate my purple slip dress and hold it up with satisfaction. It’s a tiny thing that’s more string than fabric, but whatever. It fits my purpose, and I put the phone on my bed as I start getting ready.

“Yes, but you were good at what you did,” I say, struggling into the tiny outfit, “and you came out with the ultimate prize too! You’re in a relationship with your three lovers now, and expecting their baby too.”

Carrie giggles before smiling into the camera.

“Yeah, but have you noticed how big I am?” she winks. “Does something seem off to you?”

I pause while straightening the dress on my body. To be honest, I’m a curvy girl and wearing something so small is really pushing it. The low neckline highlights the huge size of my breasts, before nipping at the waist to show off my hourglass figure. Then, the skirt flares out over my wide hips before ending just a few inches below my pussy. Oh yes, this dress is scandalous, and it’s perfect for what I’m about to do.

But first, I stare at the phone screen where Carrie’s showing off her pregnant belly.

“You’re expecting, obviously,” I say in a slow voice. “But is there something else? Is it twins?”

Carrie smiles beatifically.

“Even better,” she announces. “I’m having triplets!”

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