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Allison's mother finds it hard to believe What her daughter telling her about her teacher, Mrs. Van Haankdens bizarre, so she investigates for herself. (F/f,humil,photos, candy,more potato salad)

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I must confess to being a little, well....not jealous really.

I mean it's normal for a girl Allison's age to be aww struck by her teachers. Having a mother like myself who's * just a housewife * couldn't begine to compare, from what Allison tell me, to this wonderful Mrs. H's having a degree in both teaching and psycology ! It's always Mrs. H this, and Ms H that. As * Professor Allison * explained it....

" Mom, Mrs. van Haankden opperates on a whole different level that people like you. She's special. When she asks you to do something, you just find yourself doing it! " she shruged.

Charming. Way different than boring ol' mom, judging by the mounting pile of dirty clothes on my daughter's bed room floor. But Allison * is * just a teen, and typicly her infatuation never lasts long. I was a bit curious though, about this mystery Mrs. H who'd captivted my teenaged daughter's heart.

After a few weeks in the clouds, Allison came home one day in tears! It seems her Teacher had found a new * pet *, and Allison was shocked and devistated. To make matters worse, The girl, Carly, used to be Allison's friend and used to follow her around happy to be Allison's second bananna, but all that had changed, thanks to our wonderful Ms P.

I was of no help of course, as Allison was quick to point out.

" Mother, you don't * get * it ? It was bad anough when Mrs. H wanted carly to...uh.....* supervise me * for a day. That was bad enough! Now the little bitch has wormed her way into * my * spot! I liked Mrs. H first! It's not fair!!! " Allison pouted.

" Oh for heaven's sake, you sound jelouse! Mrs. van Haankden is a Teacher, not your boyfriendsilly! Why don't you just talk to Carly and - "

" Mother, it's out of control. Carly's even kissing up by dressing like Mrs. H now, wearing stupid little buisness suits and skirts! Mrs. H never said I could do that! " Allison whined desperately.

" Would you want to dress up in a pretty suit? I think that'd be nice, instead of - "

" MOTHER, that's not the point...."Allison snaped at me.

As I said, no help at all.

So Allison hounded me until I finally relented and agreed to speak with Mrs. Shallows, the vise Principle. I realised going over Allison's Teacher's head could explode five different ways, but figured anything to shut Allison up! Mrs. Shallows was a bit of a clich , I'm afraid. A rigid thin looking woman with large wire glasses and hair in a bun, outdated tweed suit, and I flashed on every stern teacher that had blistered my butt when I was in school.

Great, I sighed.

Boy was I wrong - she was great! Turns out we had some mutual friends, and the the Vice Princaple who had me shaking in my shoes moments before, took me out to lunch and we really hit it off! We wound up laughing about both being on diets, but gourged ourselves on crumb cake regardless, giggeling like naughty girls!

I came to realize thatVice Princaple Nancy Shallows, (although I kept calling her Ms Shallows), was like a more displined version of myself. I wished Allison had chosen * her * as a role model. Ms Shallows was sympathtic, but wouldn't budge about staying out of it. She confided she frankly didn't like * or * respect Mrs. van Haankden, but if she tried to second guess every silly squable in class rooms, she'd lose the respect of her faculty. She was right, of course. I found myself admiring Vise Princaple Shallows for a honesty and strength I would never posses. She leaned closer to me and whispered.

" Margret, listen... Mrs P has been a problem since day one, and a total ..."B- I - T- C- H. " Although you didn't hear that from me. " Mrs. Shallows winked, gesturing to some crumbs on the corner of my mouth.

" ..uh....why don't you just...er...fire her then ? " I winced, quickly wiping the crumbs off my blushing face.

" I'm afraid she knows my only weakness. " she smiled sadly.

" huh? Ooohhh...Tenior, right? " I asked.

Mrs. Shallows noded sadly, her face showed the first and only sign of defeate. She looked off into space as she chewed her last but of cake. I hated the stupid education system for limiting Ms Shallows authority over that weak little witch Padisnki!

" Margret, don't worry. Someday she'll slip up with something I can take to the board. You'll see..." she smiled back paternally.

That afternoon I kept muching on junk, running the Image over and over in my mind of how I'd embarrassed myself with that stupid cake smeared all over my mouth at lunch before Mrs. Shallows like that! What a fool she must think me. Then I laughed, realizing how much I sounded like my Allison. I guess I was a little aww struck, but, that's okay. I finished the bag of chips and riped opened another. Why couldn't I be more like Ms. Shadows ? I knew Allison would look at me differently too, I sighed defeatedly, munching away.

Next evening Allison came clean that more was going on between Mrs. H, her and Carly than just jealousy. She was evasive when I pressed her for details, but mumbeled something about being made to do lurid things with food, which made no sence. Getting truly frightened for the first time, I point blank asked Allison if she was being abused.

She said no, that the girls eventually * like * doing it.

" what ? WHAT then ? " I blurted out, exasperated.

Allison then mumbeled she was * excited * by it too, but I found that hard to swallow, though she was blushing like mad. I was now more confussed than ever as to what really was going on, or what to do...

" Allison, what exactly * are * you telling me ? " I demanded.

" Mom, Mrs. H's..... gets aroused by rubing her face in food. I know it sounds weird, but it's true. I saw her touching her private parts while sticking her nose in potato salad. " Allison said looking totally serious.

At first I fought to keep a straight face, it sounded so stupid...then I found myself strangely aroused.

A bizzare and erotic Image of Vice Princaple Shallows wiping potato salad from Mrs. Hadesnkis' humiliated face sprung to mind, making my more than a little wet, my face flushed deeply....

I stared off at Allison, Then became embarrassed and snaped out of it.

" Mom....Mrs. H ....well.....she took photos ! "

" WHAT ??? " I shouted, in disbelief. " I can't believe that sick bitch! I'm gonna call the cops and nail her ass to the wall!!! " I fumed grinding my teeth together.

" Mom, no. Please....just get the photos. " Allison said.

There was a calm in Allison's voice that spoke beyond her years. I knew she was right. Beside's these girls were too close to legal age for child abuse, and sounds like all the girls except my baby were sluts enough to actually * enjoy * it! Those photos could at least empower Mrs. Shallows enough to her fire Pandinski's preverted little butt!!! Besides I didn't want my baby girl embarrassed by lurid photos of floating around school.

The next morning I took lunch off and showed up at school ready to finally put this * Ms P * in her place, but she wasn't there. I wandered into her class room, which was empty, looking for I don't know what.

I tried a few drawers, but there were locked. I blushed at what I was reduced too by sneaking around, but continued searching. I had to find those photos of Allison. I wondered if I would have the guts to look at them? I had to admit to being more than a little curious. I pretended shock to Allison, but the food thing intrieged me, although I haven't the foggiest why.

I stumbeled upon a rumpeled bag in a corner and opened it. It was the potato salad, just as Allison said. I smirked, remembering. I looked around, then tentivly sniffed the stuff. It was growing some mold it was so old, and I had to keep from gaging. Couldn't she afford a new helping?, I inwardly laughed at my own little joke. Then I closed my eyes and sniffed again, trying to work myself into it a little.

Suddenly I felt eyes upon me. I turned and saw a high school girl was standing there, watching me.

My face went beet red, as my mind raced for an explination.

"...it's okay. I wont tell. " she said in a conspiritoral whisper.

" I know...it really smells, huh? But you get used to it. Sometimes she makes me scoop up dirty that gets droped on the floor. Mostly junk food, or a chip or something. Does she ever make you do that? " The girl whispered to me as if we were sharing a wonderful recipe.

I shook my head dumbly.

I was trying to to get insulted that she would just assume I was some prevert, but there was something about her secretive tone was arousing me more than I wanted to admit. She was such a pretty girl to be sugesting such nasty things.

" My names Jenny. " She said and bounced up to me, standing closer than I wanted, enjoying the blushingof my face our proximity was causing.

" Hey...wanna see ? " she asked. I wasn't sure what she meant, but then Jenny lewdly extended her tongue. There on her the tipe was a half cracked old piece of candy.

" ooou can haaave id if ooou wwwant. " she asked, Jenny's moist and succulant pink looking tongue just hovered there....a few inches from my quivering lips and face.

I stood there frozen to the spot, starting to sweat.

It should have been repulsive, it really should have, but the very Idea of sucking the little candy right off this pliant and obedient girls moist and pink tongue like that....well....it was starting to get damp as hell!

She quickly pulled it back into her smirking mouth. I let out a disapointed sigh as she steped back a few inches.

Something about this girl was causing feelings in me that were scaring me to pieces! I wasn't aware of being atracted to other woman before, was I ? Or was it the candy ? It was all very weird, and completely out of control. I decided I'd better get the heck out of there. I took a step toward the door...

" Hey,....you wanna see the photos? " she asked.

I noded, telling myself I was doing this for Allison. Just for her. That's what I kept repeating as I followed the girl over to a drawer she jimied open, as I breathlessly worried a photo of my own daugher's shame would be forced before my face. What I become aroused? Please no. Anything but that! I was here to protect Allison, wasn't I ?

Jenny held a handfull of 8 x 10 photographs, and spread them out across Mrs. H's desk. I felt foolish to be reduced to a peeping tom like this, but I was damned curious by now! I'd had this pictures in my head ever since Allison had put them there, and I was too far gone too pretend anymore.

Most were pictures of teenaged girls eating food out of other people's hands. I felt my privates respond quite strongly, even though the girls were totally clothed! I knew this is how Allison must have felt, and was upset with myself for falling into the same trap!

But I couldn't help it....there * was * something so strange, ugly, regressive yet ingrossingly erotic about watching photos of normal young school girls all bending over and eating without their own hands.

I saw pictures of girls eating off of chairs, tables, even the floor as Jenny described, all in varouse poses that seemed desgined to mollify or subjegate them, like cows being milked.

The poses they assumed, usually bent at the waits, and usually licking or having their face smeared in something....was driving my pussy crazy!!!

It turned my stomach to think my own daughter was subjected to this, yet I was rivited to each and every one. I even spoted one that looked like Jenny, and when she * saw * I saw it, Jenny started blushing like mad unable to meet my gaze. Then she stared at me with a funny expression.

" Hey, I just realized... your Allison's mom, aren't you ? And Allison used to hang out with Carly, right ? " she smirked. I noded. The girl's thumbed through the photos and found one that she placed before me.

There was a photo of Mrs. H and little Carly. Both Mrs. van Haankden and Carly were sporting matching purple outfits. Mrs. H's was standing next to her desk in a full jacket and blouse with matching skirt, however, little Carly sa ton her teacher's desk and wore a matching spiffy little purple blaser and blouse, but her bottom half was lewdly naked and her legs spread open, her little bush visiable.

Then I felt the jenny behind me as she peeked over my shoulder at the picture I stared at, her fingers sliding around my waist and sindking down my jeans as I tried to pretend she I didn't notice.

Both Teacher and student had a smug condesending look on their face, focused at a bit of cake prefectly centered on the desk between carly's legs. My heart was in my throat and my clit nearly exploded as jenny fingers found their way into my pantes as I savored the picture, recognised the crying and broken looking little face of the person in the photo licking up crumb cake on the desk between carly's thighs.

Vice Princaple Nancy Shallows.