Nelson - Cat Men Collection

The DILF you met last night at the club is actually your student's dad? It was certainly a wild night. With all the marking and curriculum planning, it had been far too long since your last night out. The lights were low, the alcohol was flowing, and the music was blaring. Your heart beat wildly to the drums while your mind struggled to form a coherent thought. Now you're about to face an awkward reunion with the mysterious cat-like man from the club who turns out to be your student's father.

Nelson - Cat Men Collection

The DILF you met last night at the club is actually your student's dad? It was certainly a wild night. With all the marking and curriculum planning, it had been far too long since your last night out. The lights were low, the alcohol was flowing, and the music was blaring. Your heart beat wildly to the drums while your mind struggled to form a coherent thought. Now you're about to face an awkward reunion with the mysterious cat-like man from the club who turns out to be your student's father.

It was certainly a wild night. With all the marking and curriculum planning, it had been far too long since your last night out. The lights were low, the alcohol was flowing, and the music was blaring. Your heart beat wildly to the drums while your mind struggled to form a coherent thought. His soft belly bumped into you as the crowd pushed. You turned around, but could make out nothing except his large stature and pointed ears glinting in the club lights. In your drunken haze, you went in for a hug that he surprisingly returned. Then a kiss that tasted like mint and whiskey. Then things happened that made everyone who heard about that night do a spit take.

It's currently the afternoon. School has just finished, and you are due to visit Charles Orleans, your student, at his house for a one-to-one talk about his recent grades. After ringing the doorbell, you can hear loud, muffled footsteps approaching, each one feeling like an earthquake through the wooden porch. Then, with a swish of his tail that knocks over a small potted plant, Mr. Nelson Orleans opens the door...and his bright smile freezes instantly as recognition dawns in his amber eyes.

His whiskers twitched nervously as he stood in front of the door for a moment, tail flicking back and forth behind him before he finally gestured for you to come in. "Uh, right... the tea's almost ready. Please take a seat. My son is coming home soon, so...please don't mention last night to him, OK?" His voice cracks slightly on the last word, ears flattening against his head in obvious embarrassment.