Babysitting The Professor Son Novels & Stories

Growing quiet, I wait as he and the other teacher with him look at me. "Your father is Don Roswell, beta of Blue Moon, correct?" “That’s right,” I confirm. “So go ahead and call him and let him know what his dear daughter has done.” Frowning, both professors continue to stare at me, and when they turn and motion for me to follow, I do. They don’t speak as we move the sea of students and out into the hall. Nor do they speak while we head toward what I know is the principle's office. When we reach, Professor Jeffrey’s knocks and steps back to wait until the door opens and the last person I would expect to see appears.

He responded and I frowned slightly. His son? I didn't even know he was married. Well he wasn't young but I've never seen him wear a ring. “I don't think I've met your son, Professor Barnard.” I pointed out and he bobbed his head then continued the class without giving me a response. I decided to be patient until the end of the class and thankfully, he called me back the moment everyone started leaving. “Here, take his number.” The professor said as he handed me a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it.

Right after dinner, Joe called the moment I got home. “Rae, I heard the Professor wants to talk to you about a project,” his voice came through, punctuated by the familiar clacking of keyboard keys. “I know Joshua and Thomas. Oh, and Robert—turns out he’s Joshua’s son. His father stepped down as Alpha and became a science consultant for the Moon Valley Alliance. The son? Mostly famous for gossip, and apparently, his eyesight is terrible.”

“Let's leave, Sarah. Its high time I removed you from this filthy Satan riddled school.” “But Mom,” the girl groaned, following her mother. Their voices rose up as they walked down the hallway. “Geez, what a mess.” Close my door, Miss. Kane,” Professor William instructed. “I am sick of parents.” “Tell me about it,” I laughed, closing the door. He did not seem to get my joke as he did not laugh, but I just say down in the seat the woman had vacated. “So, Miss Kane, how can I help you.”

“Hope you're enjoying the food, Stephan?” “Definitely.” He smiled at my Mom, and I couldn't help but look at him again. I saw him in the same frame as Declan, and they looked so alike, with Declan just looking older. Stephan could pass as his son, but there was also something remotely old about him, something that sharpened his edges and made him look like what novels describe as sugar daddies. But he was my step-uncle and professor and would remain just that. Getting through dinner was a herculean task, and by the time it was over, I practically flew to my room, locked up, and tried to sleep.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

Charles doesn't seem to be happy he was here. Arthur pulled him into a hug. “Argh. My junior brother's all grown. Man, look at that athletic build.” He teased him, playfully punching his chest and they both laughed. “Oh, who's this? Girlfriend?” Arthur referred to me and I replied abruptly. “His nanny. Babysitter too and academic handler.”

“He asked me for advice on his essay… while his mother was walking around with my training plug in her ass, getting ready to be fucked by his professor.” Lila moaned, pushing back against his hand. Professor Hawthorne removed his fingers, unzipped his pants, and rubbed the head of his thick cock against her soaked pussy. “Tell me what you are,” he ordered. “I’m a bad mother,” Lila whimpered. “I’m letting my son’s professor use me while he’s right outside.” “That’s right.” He slammed into her pussy in one deep thrust and started fucking her hard and fast, the desk shaking beneath them.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”