Parent-Teacher Confrontation

Christie Stevens rings the doorbell. Door opens and there’s Dee Williams and London River, two blondes with big tits, standing side-by-side. Christie shifts, suddenly shy. “Hello, you must be Christie?” London smiles. Christie nods, polite. They wave her in, park her on the couch, then sit across from her like they’re sizing her up. After the usual small talk, Christie clears her throat and blurts it out: their daughter’s grades are slipping and she needed to see this “non-traditional” setup for herself. Dee’s eyes narrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Christie fumbles, trying to be polite, and it lands worse—says a real household has a mom and a dad, not two moms. The wives exchange a look, almost amused. Dee jokes that the lady doth protest too much, and the line lands like a slap. Christie pops to her feet, red-faced, insisting a woman needs a man. London leans in, calm: “We can spot a curious girl from a mile away.” Dee moves first—kisses London slow and deep right in front of her. Christie’s breath catches. Dee turns, leans over, presses her lips to Christie’s. At first the teacher freezes, then her mouth opens, hungry. Dee pulls back, smirking. “Still think it’s unnatural?” Christie bites her lip, eyes darting to both women, and the three of them melt into a messy triple kiss. Looks like today the teacher’s the one getting schooled.