The Family Cox/Alex Cox/Wednesday/Head to school
You scramble your things together and head off. You get to school a few minutes early, so you're able to talk to Tyler for a bit before class. He mentions his dad is going to be a little late for career day. 'But didn't they cancel that?' The bell rings and you are shuffled into class. Sitting down, you find Carly looking uncomfortable.
"Hey Carly, what's wrong?"
"Hi...I'm kind of afraid everyone will make fun of me."
"Why would they do that?"
"Well...my mom...she's a doctor...but, not a normal one."
"What?"
"She...um...she helps with girls' privates."
"Really? My mom told me about those, she said she really likes them."
"Yeah, mommy practices on me every night, it feels really good, but still."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. I don't even know what would happen if the class knew about my mom."
Carly perks up, "Really? What does she do?"
"Umm, well...maybe I should tell you later...in private."
Disappointed, Carly turns away, "Okay..."
'Well that wasn't the best,' you think as Mr. Holder strolls over to the front of the class.
"Good Morning Class, and welcome to Career Day!" The door opens and all the parents file in, standing along the wall in the back. You raise your hand, "Yes, Mr. Cox?"
"I thought Career Day was canceled?"
"Of course not, but don't worry, I'm sure your parent will show up." He smirks as he goes back to talking to the class.
The rest of the day goes by pretty smoothly, but you don't know if Dad will make it, or if anyone told him. Tyler's dad is a firefighter, so he got to go right up and talk when he arrived, and then left right away, in case there was a fire. Carly's mom was one of the last to go. She is super pretty, but that didn't stop the class from laughing every time she said 'vagina.' You, on the other hand, couldn't help but think about Carly and her mom 'practicing.' 'Does she fuck her mommy too?' You were about to raise your hand and ask, but then thought it might not be appropriate. Mom likes to keep your playtime a secret, maybe they are the same.
As the last parent finished taking questions, about being a garbageman, you start to really get scared. All the parents have left. Mr. Holder steps to the front again, "Well, this has been a very fun and educational day, don't you think?"
The class gives a half enthused "Yes."
"Thank you for all your attention so far, but there is still one more parent to talk about their job." You start to blush, what are you going to do? The class becomes silent, all heads turn to you, sweat starts to drip from your eyebrow.
'This is so embarrassing,' you can't stand it, and then you hear it. Through the dead silence of the class, footsteps, clicking their way down the hall. Closer...closer.
Knock Knock Knock
"Ah, there she is." Your teacher smiles, "Please come in." The door opens and your heart skips a beat. Your mother takes a step into the classroom. Her six inch black heels must have caused the clicking. The black stockings work their way up her legs, falling just shy of her pinstripe skirt, which doesn't even make it down to mid thigh. She has a tight blazer to match. Underneath, her white blouse is unbuttoned, exposing her heaving cleavage and a sliver of black lace bra. As your eyes move up, you finally notice her glossy ruby lips, the corners curling to a grin. You suddenly feel light headed. She adjusts her hair, done up in a tight bun, and peers through black rimmed glasses, meeting your gaze.
"Hi Sweetie."