Seduce Your Mum & Dad Type
by alan14
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Annie goes round to her boyfriend Kenny's house, seeking help with a history essay. Kenny isn't in, but his parents are...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft BiSexual Masturbation .
“Oh, hey Mr Parker, is Kenny in?”
“Hey Annie, sorry, you just missed him. He’s playing football, then meeting up with a few friends at the cinema, he said he’d be home about 11pm.”
“Oh poo, I’ve got an essay due on Monday and was hoping he could help,” I sighed, “Maybe I can find something at the library.”
Mr Parker ushered me into the house, “what’s the essay about, maybe I can help.”
“Do you know much about the witch craze in 16th and 17th century Europe?”
“Probably less than I should know. Thea, Kenny’s mum knows a lot about history, maybe there’s something in her office upstairs.”
“Is she home?” I asked, worried we’d walk in on her while I was wearing clothes designed to seduce Kenny into helping me.
On that note, Kenny’s dad was a bit of a fox, and was somehow maintaining eye contact despite my extensive display of tanned cleavage and belly.
Oh, where are my manners? Introduction time ... my name is Annie, I’m 16, nearly 17. I’m in year 12, or Lower Sixth. Kenny is in my History and English classes. We’re kind of dating, nothing formal yet, but my hopes are high ... hence my turning up on his doorstep at 10am on a Saturday morning dressed like I’m going on a date ... short shorts, fitted cropped Allsaints t-shirt ... I was showing plenty of tanned leg, belly and cleavage, and he’s not even here to see it!
Anyway, at least it looks like Kenny’s mum can help, as long as she doesn’t throw me out for looking like a slut.
I’d not met Kenny’s parents before, I’d not even been round to his house before. I knew where he lived, and his parents were at least aware I existed, but we’d not met before today. Mr Parker was very handsome, he looked a lot like Kenny, or rather, Kenny looked a lot like his dad. Although it’s clear Mr Parker spent longer in the gym than Kenny, he looked fit, with a broad chest and very muscular arms.
I looked around as we headed for the stairs, this was a very nice house, much bigger than my parents’ house. They had a sitting room and a lounge at the front, either side of a wide, double height hallway. At the rear I could see into a smaller sitting room, a dining room and a very big kitchen.
At the top of the stairs was a big family portrait, Mr and Mrs Parker with Kenny and his older sister Kendra ... Yes, Kenny and Kendra. Mrs Parker was stunning, she had long, black, flowing hair and olive skin ... she looked vaguely familiar. Kendra is also stunning ... a very beautiful family, in a beautiful house.
We turned left at the top of the stairs, Mr Parker knocked on a door and pushed it open without waiting for a reply.
“Hey Thea, this is Kenny’s girl, she wanted his help with an essay,” Mr Parker said as he ducked back out of the room.
Mrs Parker stood as I entered, she had a warm, genuine smile, showing a row of perfect teeth ... my stomach did a back flip ... she was that beautiful.
“Ahh yes, Annie isn’t it,” she asked, holding my hand in hers ... surely she could feel my pulse thumping in my wrist, “I was wondering when he was going to invite you round...”
“He didn’t,” I replied quickly, nervously, “I came round to ask for help with a history essay. I stupidly didn’t massage first, and he isn’t here.”
“Ahh, that’s a shame ... and I’m leaving too, I have a spin class at the leisure centre in 30 minutes. What’s your essay about, I might have some books you could use.”
“The witch craze in 16th and 17th century Europe,” I replied.
“Ha! What a coincidence,” Mrs Parker replied, “that’s exactly what I did my thesis on ... go sit at my desk and I’ll dig it out.”
I took a seat behind Mrs Parker’s desk, peering around her iMac screen so I could watch her look along the wall of bookshelves.
“Here it is,” she cried, placing a thick folder on the desk, “you can use it for research, but don’t copy out full passages or you’ll get into trouble for plagiarism.”
“Oh ... has this been published?”
“Yes,” Mrs Parker replied simply, “it’s my doctorate work...”
“So, you’re Dr Parker, not Mrs Parker?”
“Dr Nikolopoulou,” she replied, smiling sweetly, “I use my maiden name professionally.”
Ahh, she’s Greek, that explains the olive skin and black hair ... and her stunning figure.
“I’ve got to go now ... take all the time you need ... I’ll get Dom to bring you food and drinks.”
“Thank you Mrs Parker ... or should I call you Dr Nikolopoulou?”
“You should call me Thea,” she replied, waving as she left the room.
I sat back in Kenny’s mum’s super comfy desk chair and took in the room, filling my head with her perfume as I looked around.
Behind me was a window that filled the whole wall, it was covered with a blind to keep the sun off her computer screen, so I raised the blind a little, revealing a huge, landscaped garden, very huge, easily big enough to fit my whole estate with room to spare.
I dropped the blind again and turned back to the room. The wall on the right was bookshelves. Proper bookshelves, running floor to ceiling the full length of the room, packed tightly with books. Books about law, history, biographies, and a small selection of serious sounding fiction.
Opposite the bookshelves was a comfortable looking fabric sofa and a coffee table, above the sofa were framed certificates and family photos, mostly from holidays, on boats out at sea, skiing, even one of Mrs Parker jumping from a plane.
I spent a long time looking at a photo of Mrs Parker and Kendra, they were both in formal evening wear, both showed a lot of leg and cleavage ... they could have been sisters.
I was stirred out of my stupor by a knock at the door as Mr Parker pushed it open. He had a tray with a selection of biscuits and a can of Diet Coke. I looked down, I hadn’t even opened the folder yet.
“Thea said I wasn’t allowed to let you starve or die of thirst,” he told me with a broad grin.
“Thank you, Mr Parker ... Mrs Parker has left me a folder to read ... I didn’t know she was a Doctor...”
“Has Kenny not mentioned it?”
“No, he hasn’t...”
“She’s very smart, is Thea, her history shows on Discovery, books and lecture tours have paid for this house...”
“Oh. My. God! She’s that Dr Nikolopoulou!” I exclaimed, “how did I not recognise her?”
“She was usually more sensibly dressed on TV,” Mr Parker laughed, “and she wore glasses instead of contacts, because her producer said people trust you more when you wear glasses.”
“Is that so, maybe I should buy a pair,” I replied.
“I bet you’d suit glasses,” Mr Parker said, “there’s a few pairs in the top drawer.”
I opened the drawer and amongst the usual piles of post-it pads, staplers and pens, were three glasses cases. I opened them all and found the round, black pair she usually wore on TV.
“Yes, you suit those,” Mr Parker told me as I tried them on.
I fired up my selfie camera and had to agree, taking many pictures from many angles just to make sure.
Mr Parker had left the room by the time I’d finished with the selfies, so I ate a bourbon biscuit, washing it down with a slug of Diet Coke, then set to work still wearing the glasses, as they were plain glass, and I did like them.
I spent about 90 minutes taking notes from Mrs Parker’s thesis, making sure I copied down all her citations and footnotes. The thesis was very well researched, and clearly written (by hand, I should note, the whole thing was beautifully written in purple fountain pen ink). It was also very interesting, going into far more detail about the lives of these women than any textbook I’d read. She even touched on quite sexy subjects, like the orgies they supposedly engaged in ... Mrs Parker thought these were probably fantasies made up by prosecutors ... but also about their lesbian lovers, which Mrs Parker thought were more likely to be true.
I was getting quite hot thinking about sexy lesbian witches, and was touching myself down below when there was another gentle knock as the door swung open.
I hope I didn’t look as flushed as I felt.
“More sustenance,” Mr Parker said cheerfully as he placed a plate of sandwiches and a glass of milk on the coffee table, “I wasn’t sure if you were a veggie or not, so I’ve made cheese and pickle ... ahh, you’re not vegan are you?”
“No, no ... I eat anything except fish and tomatoes.”
“Ahh, lucky I didn’t go for tuna mayonnaise then...” he replied as he picked up my empty biscuit plate.
“Thank you...” I said before taking a bite of the sandwich.
Mmm, crusty, homemade bread, still warm from the oven, a thick slice of strong cheddar, tangy pickle, “oh wow, this sandwich is lovely ... mmm ... Mrs Parker’s work is excellent, I think I’ll borrow a few of her books from the library.”
“Please, I’m Dom, she’s Thea, we don’t hold with formalities here. I’m sure she’ll let you have a couple of relevant books. Oddly, Kenny hasn’t approached Thea for help. It will be embarrassing if he doesn’t get a good grade.”
“I’ll help him if he needs it ... I’ll tell him it’s all my own work as well, so he doesn’t feel foolish for not asking his mum for help.”
I read more of Mrs Parker’s excellent work as I polished off the sandwiches and drank the milk.
Lunch over, I made more notes, then looked along the shelves for more relevant information ... oh lordy, she had a book with illustrations ... paintings of witches having sex with girls ... quite young girls ... witches having sex with men ... very well endowed men ... just thinking about those monsters made my eyes water...
I was panting heavily, my heart pounding as I put the book back on the shelf and jotted down a few more notes.
I was leaning back in Mrs Parker’s very comfortable chair, daydreaming about some of the many beautiful witches in her book when the door swung open without warning. I struggled and failed to pull my hand out of my shorts as Mrs Parker strode in, took one look at me and smiled warmly.
“Did you find my sexy book,” she asked, pushing the door closed behind her.
I was confused ... I was masturbating in her office ... in her chair, and she wasn’t angry.
“Mmm...” is all I could manage while I struggled to remove my hand from my panties and shorts.
Mrs Parker put a hand tenderly on my arm, “here, let me help you,” she said softly, as she reached out and unfastened the top button of my shorts.
“Did you find my thesis useful?” she asked as I hurriedly fastened my shorts and wiped my fingers on the paper napkin that came with my sandwiches.
“Err ... yes ... very...” I replied, flustered, “you just caught me masturbating in your chair ... why aren’t you angry?”
“Honey, it’s the most natural thing in the world,” she replied softly, moving to the shelves and running a finger along the spines, “ahh yes, this should help you,” she added, handing me a slim book.
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