You see this all the time. “If there’s a lack of sexual intimacy between the parents,” teacher Sean Michaels explains to Jason’s mom and dad, “the kid can grow up to be antisocial.”
In “Mom’s Cuckold 9,” pornstress Diana Prince and her husband go to their offspring’s school to see if there’s anything that can be done for his disruptive behavior.
Michaels’ methods are unorthodox.
You’re thinking: “I would be very upset if she fucked Sean Michaels to secure a passing grade; doesn’t that remove all agency in the student?” and you’d be right to think so, because Fleshbot readers are nothing if not socially conscious and attractive.
“How’s your sex life?” asks Michaels.
“I don’t see how that has anything to do with this issue,” replies the husband.
“I’m just trying to get to the root of little Jason’s problem,” pleads Michaels, determining that the husband is at fault. “We’re going to have a lesson in sharing.”
True to Michaels’ image both in Porn Valley and his character, he gently instructs the couple on how to be sexually intimate by fucking Prince on the school desk, right in front of her appreciative husband.
“How does that black meat feel?” he says, because what else is he supposed to say?
“It feels great,” she says, when she could have lied and said: “It’ll do until I get you home.”
Michaels’ classroom was designed by aliens hoping to momentarily fool humans he is a legitimate teacher.
The desk is equipped with a pencil and a ruler, as if Michaels is about to do some last-minute measuring on Parent/Teacher night (maybe his dick? That would be rude, I think), there is a bank of eight lockers (with a 30:1 student:teacher ratio in L.A. public schools, it is hard to imagine anyone managing to be disruptive in an 8-kid classroom), and Michaels refers to himself as “Professor,” hinting that the subject he’s teaching is Patent Medicine Sales.
But maybe it’s a Montessori school.
While her husband’s willingness to let Michaels fuck her suggests the man is not a cuckold (and he gets his face right down in their business, too), the jury is out.
Cradling her head in his naked lap while he tweaks her nipples, the husband surely must have felt something, yet the poor bastard is never given the opportunity for sloppy seconds, and she tells him flat out that his equipment is lacking.
I’m no educator—I don’t even have my Ph.D. in Clinical Sexology—but I don’t think this is going to do a damn bit of good for Jason.