The intoxicating teacher

As you're focusing on the plan, it crosses your mind that your mother made her living as a teacher. And every red blooded male has a fantasy about seducing a teacher. But the transformation your mother was undergoing would take her beyond that fantasy. She was no longer the mousy woman with her hair in a bun. She was a sleek, sophisticated goddess. She was a woman who knew her own power and wasn't afraid to use it.

Standing before you wasn't the teacher that got seduced by the school stud. She was the teacher who seduced the school stud, and principal, and other teachers, and actually all the male students - and many of the female students and staff. Even female students who were fairly confident in their heterosexuality would find it in question if your mother was their teacher - and in absolute doubt if she were to make a play for them.

Your mother enjoyed having young men and women lust after her, and the selected few pleasure her. And sure, it might not be entirely appropriate behavior - but since the principal spent some of his free time worshipping her body as she dominated him, the question never came up. She'd even went so far as to tease two or three parents into drooling worshippers if they questioned her relationship with their child.

Her son's girlfriend, Lisa, was one of her former students. A favorite of hers in fact. She happened to know that Lisa would be arriving in about 20 minutes for a date with her son. She knew that her son was smitten with the young woman. She also knew that if she decided to seduce Lisa herself that the date would be off. She was counting on it, in fact. She would make Lisa feel things she had never felt before, things that her son could never give her. She would own Lisa, body and soul.