I'm a teacher. I'm not the youngest or the hottest teacher at the school, but I get on great with the students and they find it easy to talk to me about personal stuff.
There is one boy in particular who I have always been close to. Guess you could say he's my favourite. As hes got older, hes got very flirty with me. Teenage boys are always horny, so I don't think too much of it usually. I got a job at a different school and didn't see this boy for a few months until one day I bumped into him in a supermarket. Damn, had he grown up! Hes over the legal age of consent, but I still feel so wrong when I lie in bed alone and masturbate about him. Hell I'm old enough to be his mom! He told me once he'd had a dream about fucking me. Now I dream about fucking him.
I want him to kiss me hard on the mouth, let me feel that tight, ripped chest under my fingers. I want him to bend me over a desk in the classroom, slowly lift up my skirt, pull my panties to one side and ram his fresh firm cock deep into my wet, throbbing pussy. I want him to fuck me every way possible. I get so wet just thinking about him. I need him to fill me up, those strong hands of his grabbing onto my hips as he fucks me hard and deep. I want to hear him moan as he shoots his load inside me. I don't want him to stop. I want to fuck my student and I want him to be the one in control.