Just a Tweak

No, Jason thinks his wife's depravity has been helped along enough. He's already ensured that she would want other men. So Jason doesn't change anything. Not for her.

"Is Mason confident that he can seduce any MILF that he wishes?" Jason whispers to himself, borrowing the word "MILF" from what Steven's friends used to call Will. Jason briefly wonders if he's set Mason up for a life of disappointment and decides to make a mental note to handle that later.

Mason, with a surge of confidence, cups his teacher's hanging breast with his hand. His thumb working over the fabric. She doesn't move, paralyzed by indecision. She looks down into the younger man's face, still deciding. Then she relents, smiling just for him. Jason watches the moment his wife, the love of his life, decides to enjoy another man and a very small piece of him feels betrayed. His cock and his libido do far more than enough to counter that feeling.

"That feels nice, Mason," she says without a hint of her former guilt. The young man continues to massage her breast, feeling her nipples harden under his hand.

From his vantage point, Jason can't help but feel a little disappointed. He knows this should turn him on, and it does, but it's not that special. This man, this student, pawing at his wife, wasn't doing anything that Jason didn't do regularly. He felt his wife's tits almost every single day of his life. He cupped them when she was standing at the sink, felt them when spooning her at night. And that was fully nude. He knew exactly what Mason was experiencing right now. He had an idea. If he won't change his past relationship with his wife, and that's not something he wants to change, he can change her. He can see down her dress, and her breasts are the same old, sagging, not terribly impressive breasts. So he asks, "Has my wife always had a pair of huge, eye catching, breasts that haven't sagged with age?" Only he sees as they grow, clearly heavier in the student's hand. He isn't certain, but he thinks she's showing them even more clearly, sure that they're the most impressive thing about her.

"Thanks Mrs. Tyler," he says. His second hand joins his first, cupping the beautiful, new, hanging tits like he's weighing them. Like he's never felt something so wonderful in his life.

"Call me 'Willow' when we're alone." Jason's wife leans forward and kisses Mason, just once, and then stands up. "I'm sorry I don't have a chance to enjoy you any more today. I have a meeting, but please, come back tomorrow and I'll help with your... questions." Jason knows his wife well enough to know how hard that was for her to pull away. He can see her dismay, and her intentionally exerting self control.

She adjusts the top of her dress, intentionally drawing it down, and then back up. Previously the motion would have exposed her full breasts, but now she can do something she couldn't before. She pulls the top down and squeezes her tits together, drawing up the impressive amount of flesh. She hurries away ordering Mason to close the door on his way out. Her speed clearly born of her lack of conviction, knowing that if she stayed she might do something she shouldn't and miss the meeting.

Jason follows her, clicking to watch the camera in the hall, and wonders which meeting it is, hoping it would be with Mr. Walsh. He relishes the open mouthed staring she receives, and she clearly does too. When she turns to go toward the teacher's lounge, likely indicating that she lied about having a meeting, he asks, "did Mr. Walsh schedule a meeting with her at this time to discuss her wardrobe?" to **** the issue. Willow turns around, looking like she'd just walked into a room and forgot what she was going to do in it, and walks in the direction that he wished. Jason feels like a puppet master, and doesn't like it, but hopefully soon he wouldn't have to facilitate her actions so much. Reaching Frank Walsh's door, she hesitates, then knocks.

Jason switches cameras in time to watch Mr. Walsh check his clock, grin, and call for her to enter. The little trollish man reclines in false confidence. When ready, he asks for her to enter.

"You wanted to see me?" Willow asks, slipping into the room.

"Yes Willow, I'm afraid I did. See, after that rather embarrassing phone call from your husband last night, I realized something. You do not respect me. I am your senior and your boss. So I wanted to ask you what it is I need to do for you to respect me and my authority?" His eyes roamed Jason's wife's body hungrily, making no effort to hide his gaze. His gaze naturally sticks to her incredible chest for an extra second before continuing on the rest of her impressive form.