Nebulus

At school a child came up to me and hugged me. They would not let go. Then along came a social worker and told me I had been chosen as a substitute father, as the child's father had had a breakdown.
I went to the child's house and found that the father had made a few mistakes that had attracted the attention of the authorities.
The house looked pristine, and much nicer than mine, lol. It was open plan, with a white kitchen table with some photocopied notes on it. The father had apparently stapled they're lesson plans to the child's homework (they were also a teacher Oo).
It all started getting really weird and I got freaked out after that, feeling obviously I shouldn't be there and wtf would this happen to me also.

Spoiler for Substitute husband:

Wife came home and it all get way out of hand. It appeared I was taking on the role in more ways than one. She started giving me a blowjob, right there in the kitchen. It was all very wrong Oo.
Then the social worker comes through the door, and we scrabble to clean up. LMAO.