Ask Ms. Jones what she means

I was not expecting to hear Ms. Jones say that she fantasized about having sex with me, one of her students. I want to know more, "What do you mean you fantasized about me?"

"Did you really think I haven't noticed what you and your friends have been doing during my class? I've caught you guys staring at breasts many times. I could see that you were undressing me with your eyes. You guys weren't exactly being sneaky about it and you're not the first group of boys in my class to do this." I can't believe how stupid I've been. I should have known Ms. Jones knew the whole time. There's no way she could be that oblivious. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, I didn't mind at all. I never called you out or said anything about it." Actually, now that I think about it, if Ms. Jones really did have a problem with what we were doing, she would have done something about it. But she never did anything. "Wait, but if you did know what we were doing, then why didn't you say or do anything about it?"

"I never had a problem with it and to be completely honest with you, it really turned me on." Wait, what! "Seeing all you teenage boys look at me that way made me feel special. It made me very happy knowing you guys found me attractive. Ms. Jones slides her right hand into her panties while her other hand grabs onto her left breast. She starts to play with herself by slowly rubbing her pussy and groping her breast at the same time. She continues to talk to me, "There have been many times when I was alone in my classroom, sitting at my desk. Instead of grading your tests, I would think about what you guys fantasized about doing to me."

"I would imagine myself getting fucked in all sorts of positions. Out of all the male students I ever had since I started teaching, John, you are the one I fantasized about having sex with the most. I don't know whether it's because you're one of the smartest students to take my class or the fact that you're very good looking and handsome. Either way, all I know is that I would want you to fuck me the most out of all of my students." Ms. Jones starts to rub her pussy at a faster pace. "Every day, I fantasized about you fucking me at least once. I imagined you fucking me while the entire class watched. I imagined you using all three of my holes and treating me like the slut I am. I dreamed that one day you would cum inside my pussy and impregnating me with your child."

Ms. Jones continues to play with herself while still talking about her fantasy about me. I do nothing but sit back and listen. After a few more minutes go by, she finally says, "Oh god, I'm cumming!" Ms. Jones leans her head back as she releases her juices all over her hand and panties.

I don't even know what to say, I'm at a loss of words. Ms. Jones, my math teacher who I have known for more than half the school year, is a huge slut who has been fantasizing about having sex with me. I honestly don't know how I should react right now. Hearing Ms. Jones talk about her fantasies has made my cock even harder. It feels so uncomfortable in my pants right now. I don't even hesitate as I unbutton my pants and let the beast out of its cage. Ms. Jones notices what I'm doing and her eyes widen as she sees my cock for the first time. "In all the fantasies I had about you, I never imagined you having a large cock like that. How about we take this upstairs to my bedroom?"