I was chilling in my room one afternoon when my step-mom suddenly burst in, telling me that my professor showed up at the house and wanted to talk to me privately. The first thing I thought was which professor and what the hell did I get caught doing this time? Step-Mom told me that she was going to let my professor into my room to talk to me, so I had better get myself together quickly. I threw on a shirt, and waited for the hammer to fall. To my relief, the professor who wanted to have a talk with me was none other than my hot MILF English professor, Mrs. Best. I've had the hots for that old broad from the first time I walked into her class. She's actually kind of plain looking, and I don't think she gets a lot of attention from many of the guys on campus. But to me, she was just the type of woman who gets my heart pumping. She's super conservative, keeps her hair in a bun and wears some thick glasses. But underneath that prim and proper exterior, I suspect there's a slut in need of being released. Professor Best sat down on the chair next to my bed and told me in a very concerned voice, that she had read the short story I turned in just before spring break. She told me that she had actually read it a few times, and found it to be rather disturbing. She felt that the main character of the story was in fact, her. To tell the truth, I did sort of have her in mind when I wrote it, but I didn't think she would notice. I guess she thought that my story was a little on the obscene side, because she felt that a lot of the stuff I wrote was too sexual in her words. I guess I did get carried away in the narrative while I was writing it, but I was in such a rush to get it done that I didn't think much about it once I hit the last class and wrote the end. I turned it in and headed to Ft. Lauderdale for some good times. Now that I was back home, and confronted with her in my bedroom, I started to remember some of the things I had written. What was most surprising however, was that she seemed like she was getting a little flushed as she was talking about how disturbed she was by the sexual theme of my story. Come to think of it, she was dressed a little less conservatively than she usually dressed in class as well. She wore a hot pink corset under her suit jacket, that lifted her big tits and made a nice deep valley between her boobs for me to stare at. She caught me looking however, and seemed to become even more flustered. I was actually becoming aroused by her nervousness, and she seemed to notice. She point-blank asked me if I had an erection. Well, I couldn't hide it, and I didn't want to. I didn't even care that my step-mom was right outside my bedroom, and she apparently didn't either. She told me that even though I was a disgusting college boy, she was going to take care of my hard-on before she left. She told me to come closer to her, and I did. She climbed up on my bed and began to unzip my pants, pulling them down around my ankles. She took my stiff cock in her hand and began to slide it up and down all the while telling me how gross and disgusting college boys are. I was getting even more turned on because she was so obviously conflicted. I think it had been a long time since she had a stiff penis in her hand. She took off her corset, revealing a nice firm pair of tits that I had only caught glimpses of in class. I couldn't believe it, here I was laying in my bed with this hot older woman greasing my knob! The entire time she was stroking me, she kept degrading me verbally, telling me how perverted and filthy I am. She loosened her bun and let her hair down and took off her glasses. HERE was the inner slut that I knew was underneath that homely exterior. She even took off her skirt and showed me her wet pussy! She fingered her cunt and berated me for making her pussy wet for her this chick was fucking crazy and I loved it! Finally, as she stroked my cock faster and faster, she demanded that I give her my filthy spunk. Those words coming out of my proper English professor's mouth just sent me over the edge. I spooged all over her hand, just as she demanded. She looked at me with a sly grin and told me that she couldn't wait for my next story. Starring: Jennifer Best