Willow at Work

Jason decides to spy on his family at school. "Do I have similar high definition cameras hooked up in every room at Hoover High?" he mutters, not considering how to phrase his questions. The process is becoming ordinary. After his question, a tab menu appears at the top of his program screen. One is marked "The Office" and one is marked "Hoover High." Whatever the source for his power is, it knows how to design a simple user interface.

Clicking over to the high school tab, Jason can see the school. The first thing that opens is the front office. He can hear a 40 or 50 year old woman speaking to a parent on the phone. Her eyes are blank and bored as she listens absently to what must be shouting, judging by the fact that Jason can hear a voice coming from the receiver at her ear. Looking down on the middle aged, jaded office staff (and everyone in the office has the same bored expression), Jason thinks with his penis about making them all sex pots. Instead, the brain in his head intervenes and he decides to ask "do the staff at this school have a passion for helping students and have an intuitive ability to communicate with irate students and parents?" There's an immediate shift and the woman he's observing is speaking animatedly into the phone about ways she's learned to help a student reach their potential. Jason wishes he'd had this power when his oldest two kids had gone to school there.

Switching screens he finds Willow's classroom. She's in the middle of a lesson, and he's never seen a classroom more attentive. Which is to say a little over half of the class is extremely attentive. The camera on the ceiling is not at a great angle to tell, since it's in the back of the class, thereby only showing the back of students heads, but Jason can tell that almost all of the boys, and some of the girls are looking at his wife, mostly from the neck down. She has quotes written on the board and gestures toward it (making her breasts bounce, perhaps on purpose) and no one in the room seems to be looking at the board. Will, too, seems more animated than Jason has almost ever seen her. He looks to her face and can't tell if she's particularly aroused, but he thinks she probably is. After all, it should be clear to her the effect she has on her class. He watches, actually enjoying her lecture, but mostly watching for hints that his wife is horny, and finally the bell rings.

A boy near the front remains seated. Jason doesn't recognize him, but he looks rather large. Jason wonders if he's a football player and, if he's not, he should be. Jason also wonders if he's handsome, seeing as it might make for a fun scene if he is. "Is the boy remaining a high school the most handsome boy in the school?" he asks. Not much changes that Jason can see, but his short brown hair does seem to adopt a sleeker, fuller texture. He wonders if very much changed with the boy's face.

"Mason?" Willow says when the classroom is empty except for the two of them. "Is there something you need?" Willow asks from beside the white board, wiping it clean. Her ass is prominent in her dress, so tight that it's easy to see the definition of each cheek.

"Um, yeah. I... I don't get the book," the boy says, embarrassed. He's looking down at his desk rather than at Willow. Jason feels bad for the kid. It must have taken so much courage in order to stay if he was so ashamed he couldn't even look at Will's beautiful ass.

"That's okay, we can go over it," she says. Her demeanor shifts completely to one of professionalism, everything sexy in her movements gone in an instant. Nothing about her jiggles or bounces. Her pose doesn't particularly invite looking up her skirt. Jason is proud of her and her dedication for education, and also chuckles at this confirmation that she was adding the sexy to her actions on purpose. Everything about the scene in front of him is remarkably chaste.

Of course, he can't allow that. "Do they both realize how much the situation is like a cliché porno, and does their attraction to each other make this incredibly hot?" he asks.

Willow's face has a moment of realization, exactly in line with his question before she chuckles quietly. "Sorry Mason," she says when he looks at her, misinterpreting his look for offense rather than the dawning realization in himself. "Nothing to do with your question. Really, I want to help." She comes over to his desk, where the book is placed. She leans over, her breasts hanging down, cleavage directly in his face. Pulling up her skirt and flashing her pussy would have been about as subtle.

Mason looks directly into the open canyon and doesn't say anything, stunned beyond words. Willow looks to the young man's face and pulls her shoulders back a little.

"I'm sorry, is my body distracting you?" she asks. "Is there... something you need to get out of your system before I help you?"

Mason's hands are on his desk, but one begins to raise and tentatively move toward the incredible sight before his eyes. Palm up, he stops before his hand cups her breasts from the bottom. He looks up at her face, the question in his expression rather than voiced.

For the first time, Willow looks conflicted. Jason thinks he can read guilt in her expression. He could change that, and he really wants to. His mind goes to all kinds of probabilities. This would be such an incredible betrayal. The first time she ever allows another man to touch her since they got married. And one that she so clearly wants. He's not sure he's ever seen his wife so horny, and that includes all of his best efforts to give her nights she'll remember forever. He wants it so bad. He can make it happen.

A/N: So, opinions: should he make his wife appear younger, or stay an older MILF? I think it could be fun to do some transformation kinds of stuff, and age regression can be hot, but most of the other women in this story are on the younger side. Let me know if her being a 50-something year old MILF is particularly hot for you guys. Alternatively I can always have him play with her body without changing her age.