Mrs Harrison

“Yes Mrs. Harrison.” Tommy said to his teacher. Mrs. Harrison looked over at him and smiled slightly.

“It’s ok Tommy, but if you have any further problems tell me before you get in over your head.” Mrs. Harrison said to her student. Mrs. Harrison or Martha Harrison, as she was known outside school was a twelfth grade American History teacher. She had been teaching all her adult life since college, the last seven years at this school and grade. Martha was happily married to her husband Jonathon and was the mother of three children. Laura, the eldest was in her third year of college and far from home now. Chris was her second oldest and her only son, he was in his first year of a local college and still lived at home. Martha often thought he stayed at home because he knew he couldn’t cook or clean worth a damn. And then there was her youngest, Jenny. This was a bit of a problem these past few weeks since the start of this new school year. Jenny was now in her mother’s class and Martha was having a time trying to forget she was her daughter during school time.

Martha had come to the decision when they learned they would be in the same class, that Jenny would have to address her and act toward her like any teacher, while in school, except when totally alone. Jenny found this hard, due mostly to the fact that, as Martha called it; she was a bit of a momma’s girl. Martha loved that she still called her mommy, but being in a school environment, Martha knew she would be teased badly if she let Jenny refer to her as “Mommy”. Not to mention she herself would get ribbed by her fellow teachers. So for school she was “Mrs. Harrison” to all her students.

“Ok anyone else have anymore questions about the reasons why the U.S. was colonized? If not please open your books to page 54 and read quietly to about page 60 or so till the end of class.” Martha told her class, her eyes scanning the room as she often did to try and find any looks of confusion. Martha was about to look into her class planner and check on possible homework when she noticed her daughter quietly talking to the boy across from her. His name was Jeffery and Martha had noticed her daughter had been talking a fair bit to him in the past few days. Martha had also noticed they had been “checking” each other out on several occasions. Martha sighed, she hated to jump onto Jenny, but she would any other student in her class for talking as Jenny was doing now.

“Jenny, Jeffery; is there any thing you have to share with the class about American history since you both seem to want to talk?” Martha asked the two teenagers as they both swiftly looked up and turned beet red. Jeffery stammered then just shook his head. Martha glanced at her daughter.

“Mom…..I mean no Mrs. Harrison….we…we were just talking.” Jenny stammered out in embarrassment. Jenny couldn’t believe her mom had just embarrassed her that way and her face showed it.

“Well in the future Jenny please keep the talking to class subjects only, while in MY classroom. Is that understood? Both of you.” Martha said to both of them, but after she had uttered the words, knew she was talking almost entirely to her daughter. Martha felt a bit guilty now, especially seeing now her daughters eyes start to tear up as she hung her head down.

“Ye...yes...Mrs. Harrison, I understand.” Jenny stammered quietly, looking at her desk. Some of the other students giggled softly, but stopped or hid it after Martha glance over the room. Martha’s eyes rested on the boy Jeffery, which caused him to again turn red and look at his desk. After resuming looking at her planner, Martha wondered if she had gone too far. She doubted she would have gone that far with any other student. Usually she wasn’t a tyrant, but something about her daughter nowadays had her worried.

Martha thought for a minute and guessed maybe she was afraid her “little” child was growing up. Hell Martha thought, she’s grown now. Martha was well aware Jenny’s body was almost as developed as hers. And she wasn’t exactly unattractive. Martha had nice large breasts and the rest of her body was in good shape, with only a slight amount of fat on her waist and hips. But with her large breasts, Martha knew that together it all fit into place on herself. She also knew others liked the way she looked. Many of her fellow male teachers would often ogle her she had noticed. Not to mention the countless young men in the school she had caught sneaking peaks at her.

Martha had even gone and teased her male students on occasion by wearing blouses with lots of cleavage or short skirts. Martha smiled and almost laughed aloud when she thought back to last year when she had worn a mini skirt and made a point of bending over a lot then glancing over her shoulder to see which of the male students (and a few females, she had also noticed) were staring at her upper legs. She then called a few of them to the board to write answers to oral questions when she figured some of them had hard-ons. Martha also recalled how horny that had made her. Jonathon had been in for a marathon sex session that night.

Martha looked up, feeling very flushed and horny, again remembering the times she had been naughty to her students. She looked at her daughter, who was reading at the moment, and really looked at her. Martha came to the realization that her daughter was very beautiful and looked at her daughter’s breasts and caught herself wondering what Jenny’s breasts would look like, or even feel like. Unlike herself Laura hadn’t inherited her “gifted” breasts, being very slim of build and small breasted. But Jenny’s breasts were just as large as hers; Martha noticed and felt a rush pass through her, suddenly having a desire to see them. Martha almost gasped aloud catching herself as she thought this. What am I thinking about here, she asked herself? Martha shook her head and tried to think about homework for her students, but for some reason the image of her daughter’s body kept popping up in her head. When the bell rang, ending her class and also being the bell ending the school day, Martha jumped in her seat. As the students jumped up and started to move toward the door, she also stood up, feeling rather confused.

“Umm…well ok I guess….just read the rest of the chapter for homework….and we’ll discuss it in class tomorrow. Ok bye everyone.” Martha blurted out and looked over at her daughter, who seemed to be trying to avoid her and head for the door. Even though Martha figured her daughters feelings may be hurt, she also knew Jenny rode to school with her in her car, and figured her daughter was acting a bit silly. Martha cleared her throat and when Jenny raised her eyes to her, Martha motioned with her finger to follow into her office. Jenny followed her and closed the door behind her.

“Jenny, I’m sorry sweetie if I was too rough on you. I’m…I’m trying hard to balance the teacher –mother bit in the class room.” Martha said in a soothing tone to her daughter. But Jenny seemed to get mad at the apology.

“Mommy…you…you weren’t being fair. I was just answering something that Jeffery had asked me is all…and…and you chew my head off. You don’t do that to the other kids.” Jenny stated to her mother as tears welled up into her eyes. Jenny looked away as Martha walked over to hug her daughter, and Jenny buried her head into her mothers shoulder. Martha felt bad that she had caused her daughter to cry. But after holding Jenny for a few seconds she again noticed her daughters breast, which were pressed to her own, and Martha felt a rush pass through her again. Martha thrust the thought back as she broke the hug and used her hand to raise Jenny’s head. She seemed to be almost through crying.

“You ok honey? If I could take back what I said….at least some of it…I would. I’m sorry I was so harsh. Are you going to be ok?” Martha asked her daughter. Jenny shook her head.

“Yeah…Ill be ok in a second. Arggh…I need to go back out there in a minute, Suzie was waiting for me outside the classroom. Do I look too bad from crying?” Jenny asked her mother. Martha smiled grimly, it would take a bit before the puffiness around Jenny’s eyes would subside Martha knew.

“Umm…better wait a minute honey. Have a seat, I have to check something’s before we can go. Give your eyes a minute before you go out.” Martha suggested as her daughter shook her head and sat in another chair in her mother office. Martha began checking papers and after a minute or so a knock came at her door.

“Come in.” Martha said, figuring that it was Suzie, and seeing that it was when the door opened. “Hello Suzie, come in.”

“Oh its ok….I was just wondering if Jenny’s ok to come out for a bit before you two leave.” Suzie said meekly, thinking maybe that her friend may have been getting fussed out more by her mom. Martha smiled half guessing Suzie’s thoughts.

“No she’s fine…Jenny I should be finished in about 20 minutes…meet you near our car ok honey.” Martha said as Jenny walked with her friend to the door to leave.

“Ok mommy….uuhh Mrs. Harrison.” Jenny stuttered out as Martha broke out laughing.

“Sweetie its ok…just not in front of the whole class, but Suzie’s your friend. You two run off, I’ll be finished in a bit.” Martha said as she watched them leave.

“Ok mom, meet you at the car then.” Jenny said as she closed the door to her mother’s office. Martha smiled and continued her work. She caught herself thinking that Suzie seemed to be a good friend for her daughter, and Martha started thinking how attractive she looked as well. Suzie was African American, being petite but having a very nice figure. Martha started to wonder what Suzie’s body would look like nude, and felt her pussy getting wet again as it did earlier while thinking of Jenny. Martha again caught herself, wondering why these thoughts were suddenly popping into her head. She clenched her fist and crumpled the paper she had been using to write down assignments on.

“Argghh…what’s wrong with me. I can’t get anything done today like this.” Martha spoke aloud quietly. She then rose up and filled her briefcase and got ready to go. “Might as well find Jenny and try and leave a bit early.” She said to herself. She then left her classroom and started looking for her daughter. After a quick walk around the halls she went to her car and still could not locate Jenny. Martha now felt very frustrated, after having those thoughts she now wanted to leave and just go home. She began searching again. After a few minutes Martha rounded a corner and heard soft voices. This portion of the school was now totally empty, the remaining students at the front near or at the parking lot. Martha walked on the carpet and got close to a slightly open janitors closet. For some reason she felt like being quiet and snuck up to the slight open door.

“Mmm…that’s good…I like that. I’m glad you talked me into kissing you….its turned a really crappy day around. It sends tingles to my toes.” Martha heard a voice say.

“No problem girlfriend…mmmm…I’m defiantly glad I decided to ask you. I felt like kissing you the day I meet you in class for the first time. I can’t wait till you come over tomorrow night for the sleep over. We can kiss more…and…” Martha heard another voice say and went into shock think she knew who the voices were.

“And what…?” Martha heard through the door.

“Well…let’s just see what happens girlfriend…mmmmm.” Martha heard through the door. She guessed that was Suzie and her Jenny talking...and even now kissing. She knew Jenny was supposed to stay over at Suzie’s tomorrow night and besides, Martha recognized her daughter’s voice after a few seconds. Martha wasn’t sure what to do, but quietly backed up and left the door, then turned and almost ran to her car. What was she to do she thought? Martha had no indication that Jenny was gay. She knew her daughter had never been out dating, but also knew Jenny was extremely shy. Martha slowed down when she got close to her car and tried to think about what to say to her child, or even should she. If Jenny wanted to be a lesbian, it was her business…right? Martha almost was on the verge of crying…either that or screaming. How could Jenny be gay? Martha opened her car door up and sat in the driver’s seat. Soon she looked up and saw Jenny and Suzie walking her way, as they turned a corner and walked under the covered walk to the parking lot. Martha could see them smiling at each other and talking, though they avoided contact now. Before they arrived at the car Martha decided she would need to talk to Jenny before Saturday night got here, or her daughter might wind up doing something she might regret.

“See you tomorrow in class Jenny….bye Mrs. Harrison.” Suzie said as she parted ways near the car and headed for her own vehicle.

“Hiya mommy...ready to go?” Jenny said as she reached the car. Martha shook herself out of her thoughts to answer her daughter.

“Umm sure Jenny….umm yes…ready to go.” Martha said feeling a bit drained and stunned. Jenny noticed her mother’s lack of emotion and wondered what was wrong.

“Mommy….what’s wrong?” Jenny said looking concerned. Martha tried to shake herself out of it and put on a slight smile for her daughter.

“Oh nothing honey….just tired I think. Ill be fine in a bit after we get home.” Martha answered her daughter as Jenny sat down and closed the door. Martha started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and started on the road home.

On the way home Martha began to wonder what Suzie and Jenny looked like kissing. Or even how they would look if they got even more intimate. Martha had never had sex with a woman; in fact she only had sex with one man before her husband and none since. But she and her husband had watched porno’s over the years. In fact they had a few special movies they had bought and kept deep in their closet. So Martha had seen lesbian acts in some of those movies and knew women could be just as pleased by other women as men could do to them. She had wondered what a woman’s tongue or fingers would feel like stroking her private areas and now felt rather horny picturing her Jenny with her legs spread and the pretty Suzie fingering or even licking her daughter. Again Martha felt reservations with such thoughts, but they were just thoughts. Besides she had to know what she was up against if she was going to talk to her daughter about….what might happen. So Martha sighed a bit and tried to get a good picture in her head of how the two would look while they might be “experimenting.” Meanwhile, she failed to notice just how wet such thoughts were making her. As Martha was pulling up close to their house, Jenny again noticed her mother wasn’t quite herself and wondered what was up.

“Mommy, are you ok…you usually aren’t so quiet on the way home?” Jenny asked of her mother. Martha broke out of her thoughts, she was just wondering what it would feel like to have another woman (or girl) licking her pussy. Martha felt herself blushing as she looked quickly at her daughter and again noticed how pretty her daughter was. Martha pulled the car into the drive way and stopped the car.

“Oh…sorry honey…just thinking about stuff while I was driving. I didn’t mean to be so quiet.” Martha said as they got out of the car and entered the house. Martha looked over at her daughter and tried to gauge if the timing was right. “Did…you want to talk about anything sweetie?” Martha asked, wondering if Jenny wanted to talk about anything that may have happened today. Jenny looked over at her mother and figured she meant what happened in class.

“Well…mommy…I really hate addressing you at school as Mrs. Harrison. I know why and all…but I really hate it. And what you did today…that was mean mommy. You really embarrassed me in front of the class.” Jenny said, hoping her mother wouldn’t get mad at her now. Martha looked at her daughter and frowned, partly because she knew she had embarrassed her daughter but partly because she had hoped Jenny would talk about her and Suzie.

“Jenny…you know we have to be teacher/student while in class. I would be remiss in my job to do otherwise then to try and treat you as any student. I’m sorry if maybe…and I mean maybe, I went overboard.” Martha said feeling a bit defensive. Jenny’s nose wrinkled up, a sign she often did when she was getting mad.

“Maybe? Mommy you totally trashed me in front of my friends… and worse…not so friendly kids. JUST FOR TALKING!” Jenny yelled at her mother, feeling quite mad now. Jenny rarely argued with her mother and Martha was a bit shocked but came back quite mad herself.

“That’s right young lady…talking…in class, which you know is one of my rules! What were you talking to Jeffery about anyway Jenny? It must have been good…you usually don’t brake the rules for small things.” Martha asked, now feeling more curious then upset after thinking about her daughters talking in class. Jenny was taken aback. Jeffery had been asking her on a date when her mom had interrupted him, now Jenny knew he probably wouldn’t go out with her after him being embarrassed like that. Jenny fumed now at that thought and her face grew quite livid.

“No Mrs. Harrison…I have nothing to say about that!” Jenny uttered to her mother, who looked as if her daughter had slapped her. Martha took a step back stunned, then a sudden rage hit Martha Harrison and she stepped back toward her daughter and slapped Jenny hard on the cheek. Jenny almost fell down, though more from surprise then the weight of the slap, though her cheek stung fiercely now.

“Well if you don’t want to discuss Jeffery…maybe you want to discuss little Suzie…and you two making out in the janitors broom closet, daughter of mine!” Martha said with an edge in her voice. Jenny gasped in shock and horror, knowing her mother knew about her and Suzie. Jenny erupted in tears and hid her face with her hands and sunk to her knees onto the living room floor. Martha’s anger quickly left her and she was aghast at striking, then humiliating her daughter like that. Martha quickly knelt with her daughter and fiercely hugged her to herself.

“Jenny…Jenny…I’m sooo sorry. My god what have I done…I’m sorry…sorry sweetie. Please forgive me…my god…I’m so sorry sweetie.” Martha chanted to her daughter as the tears also streamed down her face and onto her daughters hair. Martha grew frantic now; Jenny wouldn’t acknowledge her attempts to comfort her. Martha didn’t know what to do, but had a strong urge to have her daughter look at her.

“Jenny…Jenny sweetie look at mommy…here…look at me…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” Martha said as she raised her still crying daughters face and tried to make eye contact. But Jenny wouldn’t stop crying. Martha grew almost hectic and started kissing her daughters forehead.

“Jenny I’m sorry…Mommy will make it better…please sweetie…forgive mommy.” Martha said as she now kissed over Jenny’s cheeks and onto her daughter’s eyes to kiss away the tears which still fell. Martha continued to kiss her daughter, not noticing that she was growing quite excited, that her hands which had been embracing her daughter now started to roam onto other parts of her daughter’s body. So it was that slowly Jenny cried less, almost stopping when her body felt her mothers hands start to massage the sides of her breasts. Martha kissed over Jenny’s lips and Jenny suddenly pressed back and threw her arms around her mother. They kissed for awhile before Jenny had to breathe.

“Oh mommy…that feels so good!” Jenny uttered to her mother. It was only then that Martha realized what she was doing and gasped and pulled away from her daughter.

“My god…what have I been doing…I’m so sorry Jenny…forgive me…my god!” Martha said aloud in shock to her daughter, but Jenny moved closer again to her mother.

“But mommy…that felt so good. Please mommy…I still need you too hold me…please.” Jenny said; honestly still feeling very distressed and tears again formed in her eyes as she held her arms out for her mother to hold her. Martha looked at her daughter and only hesitated briefly before again embracing her daughter. She couldn’t stand that her daughter felt bad, more so because she had caused it. Martha again felt herself getting excited, but she refrained from kissing Jenny as before or rubbing her hands over her daughters body. But Jenny felt no such restraint and started to kiss her mothers neck as she massaged her mothers back. Martha groaned as she felt Jenny’s soft kisses on her neck and felt like she was falling into a dream.