Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Make Me C*M, Professor#7

Emma’s Pov

It was finally the wedding day.

Mom looked beautiful in her white dress, smiling so big the whole time. I stood beside her, trying my best to look happy. Ashley and Alexis were there too. Ashley was recording everything on her phone, looking gorgeous as always in her pink dress.

“Oh my gosh, I still can’t believe your mom is marrying Professor James,” Ashley whispered during the reception, nudging me with her elbow. “Did anything happen between you two again after that class thing?”

I shook my head fast. “No. We came to terms with it. We can never be together, so nothing happened since then.”

Alexis nodded slowly, watching me. “Yeah, that’s the right decision, Emma. Smart move.”

In my head I was screaming. Yeah, it’s the right decision… But the truth was I still wanted him so bad it hurt. I wanted to f**k Professor James again more than anything.

The ceremony went perfectly. Mom was glowing. James looked handsome in his suit, but he barely looked at me the whole day. We had to act normal. After everything with Jake in the park, we both agreed to stay far away from each other. No more risks.

After the reception we all moved into James’s big house. I got my own nice room upstairs. It felt weird calling it “home” now.

That night, the three of us sat down for a quiet family dinner. Just mom, James, and me. The food was good, but the air felt thick. When we finished eating, Mom stood up with a big smile.

“I’ll take the dishes to the kitchen,” she said cheerfully. “You two should talk more. Bond. We’re all going to be living together now.”

She left the room humming.

James leaned back in his chair, looking at me with dark eyes. That same hungry look from before. “You know what happens on a wedding night, right?” he said quietly. “I’m going to f**k your mother tonight… and I want you to watch.”

I stared at him, shocked. “What the f**k? Watch you f**k my mom? Who even says s**t like that?”

Disgust hit me hard. I stood up fast, chair scraping loud on the floor. “I’m not doing that. No way.”

I walked out before he could say anything else. My heart was pounding.

Mom came back from the kitchen a minute later. “Emma, what happened? You look upset.”

“Nothing,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just tired from the day. The wind messed with my head or something. I need rest.”

I went straight to my room, closed the door, and took a long hot shower. Then I pulled on a loose nightgown and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

That’s when the sounds started.

Banging. Hard, rhythmic banging coming from the room right next to mine. James had kept the master bedroom right beside mine on purpose. The walls weren’t thick enough.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I grabbed my pillow and slammed it over my ears. It didn’t help. The sounds kept coming — the bed creaking, skin slapping, my mom moaning loud.

I was getting wet. Like, really f*****g wet. My p***y throbbed just listening to him f**k her. This is so stupid, I thought. He’s f*****g my mother right now and I’m getting horny?

I told myself to stay in bed. Sit down, Emma. Don’t move. Sit the f**k down you stupid girl.

But my body wasn’t listening. I got up anyway, heart racing, and quietly opened my door. I tiptoed down the short hallway to their room. The door was slightly ajar, just enough to see inside.

James was completely naked, his muscular back flexing as he slammed into my mom from behind. His c**k looked so thick and hard, driving deep with every rough thrust. I couldn’t see her face and I didn’t want to. I just watched him — the way his ass flexed, the way his hips snapped forward, how hard he was pounding.

God, I wish that was me.

My hand slipped under my nightgown without thinking. My fingers found my soaked p***y and I started rubbing my c**t fast. Then I pushed two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. I pinched my n****e hard with my other hand, twisting it until it hurt so good.

James was going so rough. The wet slapping sounds were loud. Every thrust made me imagine it was my p***y he was destroying instead.

I added a third finger, f*****g myself harder, matching his rhythm. My legs shook. I bit my lip to stay quiet but a small moan slipped out anyway.

Right then, Mom screamed loud as she came. James kept pounding through it, grunting deep.

The sound pushed me over the edge. My p***y clenched hard around my fingers and I came so strong my knees almost gave out. I had to grab the doorframe to stay standing.

I stayed there for a few more seconds, breathing fast, watching him f**k her through her orgasm.

Then I quietly tiptoed back to my room, heart still racing, p***y still twitching.

I crawled into bed with a stupid little smile on my face and fell into the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks.

Imagine watching your own mother get f****d… and getting off to it.