Morgan woke up horny.

Morgan started the day horny and let the arousal follow her. She refused to masturbate and fought hard not to indulge her fantasies, but her fingers tickled her idly in the shower as she remembered the fullness that Chris gave her. She didn’t reach climax, but that only seemed to make it worse.

At work she looked for Chris at every passing period, and her arousal spiked every time she saw him. The morning was infatuation; the afternoon was hunger. Her time after lunch was spent hooded and empty, waiting for Chris to find her, fill her, and flood her. No one made her feel like he did, and she needed to feel like that again.

Her marriage was changing. Chris’ long, fat teenage shaft made Morgan see her husband differently. She still loved Jared, but she hardly had any interest in him. Chris demanded her attention now, and all of the butterflies that used to belong to her husband now belonged exclusively to Chris instead. She didn’t even try to have sex with Jared anymore and sharing a bed with him was beginning to feel like a lie.

Chris, meanwhile, seemed to flourish under her attention. Not only were his grades continuing to improve, but so was his demeanor. He seemed to be coming out of his shell, talking more bravely, and taking charge as a man of his stature should. Morgan smiled to see it. She felt proud of him, and she was happy to see him living his life to the fullest. Even better, she was proud to be a part of that life and, when he was next door fourth hour for English class, she took the time to peek in and stare at him. He must have felt her staring, because he met her gaze, and she felt giddy and flushed for a few minutes after.

Her lunch was spent in thoughtless arousal, which carried her to the end of the day. She dismissed her class with Chris on her mind and, as the students were pouring out of her door, she was determined to see him cum again. The bell rang, and after the students were gone, Morgan adjusted her bra and felt her nipples. They were stiff with excitement just as her panties were moist from fantasizing. She waited by the door for Chris’ arrival, her heart hammering as each second passed. When he opened the door, she blushed.

“Chris…!”

Chris stopped in the doorway looking tall and powerful. She could see his fat cock filling his pants and swore it jumped when he looked at her. His gaze drifted to her swollen nipples, which showed subtly through her blouse, and then he blushed, too. “Mrs. Klein?”

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