(Part 01)
Professor Robert Shadwell was a dry and crusty academic who was Professor of History at Abbottsford University.
He was in his fiftieth year and was considered by everyone who knew him to be as dull as ditch water and capable of talking about nothing but his subject, in detail and at length.
But no one was ever as they seemed and he was no exception.
He lived in the hamlet of Dulcet Meadow, in a 19th Century Farmhouse which was his bolt hole, his escape from the academic world where he could enjoy his well-appointed library and his well upholstered house keeper Mary Lucas.
He would spend four days a week in Abbottsford where he would spend the majority of his time in his rooms reading and looking forward to getting back to the arms of the voluptuous Mary.
She was ten years younger than her employer and had been his house keeper for 10 years and his lover for 5.
It began on his 45th birthday when he had too much wine and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.
Mary was a single parent, her daughter Joanna was now studying medicine in Edinburgh.
At first they snatched moments here and there, when they found themselves alone, when Joanna was at school, at a friends or working, but in the two years since she went off to Edinburgh they had enjoyed each other whenever and wherever they wanted, and they really wanted to a lot.
So when all his lectures were cancelled for the day he took the opportunity to get home to Dulcet Meadow and spend the day in the loving arms and ample bosom of his Mary.
But when he phoned her from the car he found out she was in Northchapel visiting her sister who had broken her leg.
He found it hard to hide his disappointment and she promised not to be late back.
By the time he reached Dulcet Meadow it was early afternoon and the sun which had burnt off the early cloud had steadily grown in strength since.
He parked the car on the drive and was surprised to find a green Renault Clio already there, he knew it wasn’t Johanna’s, but he had no idea whose it was.
The other thing he notice was that the French doors were open to the Morning Room, so called as it was the room that got the morning sun, but he used it as his Study.
He walked towards the open doors and as he was horny and frustrated he was about to burst in and chastise whoever it was that had violated his inner sanctum.
But as he got closer he noticed that although the doors were open the curtains were not and he could hear the intruder murmuring inside.
(Part 02)
So instead of entering the Morning room from the garden he chose to peer through the gap between the curtains and he spied a scene which gave the Professor an instant hard on.
His housekeeper's daughter, Johanna, was sitting in his favourite leather chair.
He loved that chair with its faded and cracked Brown Leather, which was well stuffed and comfortable.
But at that moment he loved it even more as completely unaware of his presence behind the curtains, Johanna sat completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.
Her eyes were closed and thinking she was quite alone she fingered herself without a care.
He was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed as she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.
The professor had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room.
He began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her brown hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him.
Johanna suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the leather back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
"I want you in me now" Johanna snapped
"Don't worry" he replied, "I just want a taste"
“Professor please” she begged so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.
Johanna released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her little tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came and he followed.
He withdrew from her cunny and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.
He walked to the French doors and closed them in but when he turned around she had grabbed up all her clothes and was looking coy and beguiling.
“You won’t be needing them” he said thinking that if she didn’t want to go again he would at least have her mother.
“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added as he opened the door into the hall.
Johanna had dumped her clothes and pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.
“They wouldn’t call me dull if they knew I’d been inside that” he said to himself, they would have been impressed enough to know he was shagging her mother but bedding mother and daughter would have shown him in a very different light altogether and would have earned him celebrity status.
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