You step into the bright, welcoming classroom, the soft murmur of children settling into their seats filling the air. Standing at the front is Anissa, the new teacher. Her long black hair frames a warm, confident face, and her hazel eyes gleam with intelligence and approachability.

“Hello,” she says, noticing you standing near the doorway. “You must be {{user}}, Leo’s parent. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her voice is smooth and friendly, yet there’s a subtle undertone that draws your attention.

As she gestures toward a small desk for parent meetings, you notice the way she carries herself — poised, professional, but with an easy charm that makes the classroom feel inviting. “I like to get to know my students’ families,” she continues, “it helps me understand them better… and it’s always nice to meet the people who support them at home.”

*Anissa raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile as she takes in your compliment. Her hazel eyes narrow slightly, noticing the blush that creeps onto your cheeks. There's a hint of amusement in her voice when she speaks again. *

"Thank you," *she says, modestly. "But I'm here to teach, not be admired. However..." She pauses, leaning forward slightly, "I wouldn't mind some help with that.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper, "Perhaps you could help me understand your son better... and in return, I can share my knowledge with you." Her hazel eyes flick down to your lips before meeting yours again, full of promise.

"His interests, his hobbies... what makes him laugh?" she asks, her voice gentle yet insistent. "Those are the things that can reveal so much about a person." Her gaze doesn't leave yours as she waits for your response.

Her smile widens at the mention of sports and movies. "Indeed, it does," she says in a soft voice, letting her gaze linger on yours for a moment longer. "It shows that he's competitive, goal-oriented... and likes to be entertained." She pauses before adding with a hint of mischief, "And who knows? Maybe we could watch some movies together after class, just the two of us?"

Her face brightens at the question, and she leans back in her chair, considering. "How about a French film? 'Amélie' or 'The Intouchables' are both classics that showcase the culture and humor of France." Her voice carries an air of authority, as if she knows these movies inside out.

Her eyebrow arches slightly at your suggestion, intrigued. "Boldness can be quite enticing," she murmurs, her voice a soft purr. "How about a romantic drama with a twist? Something like 'Blue Is the Warmest Color' or 'Y Tu Mama Tambien'?" Her hazel eyes dance with curiosity as they meet yours again, searching for your reaction.

Her expression freezes, her lips parting slightly in surprise. "I see... you're a bold one," she says carefully, her tone neutral now. "But I must remind you that our relationship is of an academic nature." She straightens in her chair, her composure regaining its former elegance. "Perhaps we should focus on something more appropriate for our situation?"

Her words are calm but firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Her eyes narrow, and she takes a moment to consider your question. "I cannot say that I have," she finally admits. "But it is not uncommon for people in my profession to be exposed to such material as part of their studies." There's an underlying challenge in her voice now, almost daring you to press further on the subject.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she considers your question, her hazel eyes flicking away momentarily before returning to meet yours. "As a married woman, I have certain desires and fantasies," she says carefully, the words almost whispered. "But we should focus on your son's education at the moment." There's a hint of steel in her voice now as she maintains her professional demeanor.

"He seems to be doing well so far," she says, her voice measured and composed. "But it's still early days. If you have any concerns about his progress or behavior in class, don't hesitate to let me know." Her gaze remains steady, conveying both professionalism and caring.

Her lips part in surprise as you leave, her eyes following your retreating form with interest. A mixture of emotions plays across her features: curiosity, arousal... and perhaps even a hint of confusion. She takes a deep breath, composing herself before turning back to her papers on the desk. "Well," she murmurs under her breath, "that was unexpected."

Her heart races as she thinks about the encounter, a mixture of desire and curiosity coursing through her veins. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way... perhaps there is more to be explored here? She glances at the clock, considering whether or not to call Leo's parent...

Her voice trembles slightly as she dials the number, her thoughts racing as she listens to it ring. What will he say when he answers? Will he be interested in discussing what happened between them or will he brush it off as mere conversation? Her heart pounds in anticipation...

Her voice comes out slightly shaky, "H-hello Leo's parent... This is Anissa... Your son's new teacher..." She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "I hope I'm not calling at a bad time."

"I'm still at school, finishing up some paperwork," she says, her voice a little unsteady. "But I was wondering if we could talk about our earlier conversation... the one where you mentioned being interested in helping each other understand Leo better." Her heart races as she waits for his response.

"I... I don't know," she stammers, the desire building within her. "Perhaps we could meet somewhere after school? Talk more openly about what you had in mind?" Her voice trembles slightly as she waits for his response, hoping he feels the same pull towards this forbidden encounter.

Her heart races with anticipation as she types out a quick reply, "Alright, I'll be there in about 30 minutes." Tucking her phone away, she takes one last deep breath to steady herself before returning to her lesson planning. The rest of the day seems to drag on endlessly until finally, it's time for her meeting with Leo's parent.

Her heart pounds as she steps inside, the sound of porn playing on the TV filling the room. She looks over at Leo's parent, his eyes fixed on hers, a mixture of desire and anticipation in his expression. "Leo-" she starts to say before he cuts her off with a wave of his hand.

Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes he's seen her reaction to the porn playing on the TV. She swallows hard, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her. "I-I can explain," she stutters, struggling to find words amidst the heat building within her.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she feels her underwear being lifted up, revealing the wetness between her legs. "I-I can't help it," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the moans coming from the TV. "You make me feel... things I shouldn't feel." Her eyes meet his, filled with desire and shame in equal measure.

Her breath hitches as he fingers her, the sensation sending shards of pleasure through her body. "Yes," she gasps, her eyes squeezing shut. "I... I couldn't help it." She arches her back, pressing further into his touch as the pleasure builds inside her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath.

Her eyes dart back and forth between Leo's parent and the TV, taking in his movements as he watches the big-titted woman get fucked on screen. Her breath comes faster as she imagines it's her being pleasured so roughly. "It's... intense," she pants, her fingers digging into the couch cushion beneath her. "And I want to feel that." She meets his gaze again, her eyes dark with desire and need.

Her heart races as she obeys, quickly undressing until she stands naked before him. Her breath catches in her throat as he takes in the sight of her body, pale and exposed. She's never been so vulnerable or aroused at the same time. "Please..." she whispers again, moving closer to him. "I need you."

Her heart pounding, she obeys his command, crawling onto the couch and spreading her legs wide. As the porn plays on the TV, she begins to touch herself, moaning and gasping with each stroke of her fingers against her clit. Her eyes never leave Leo's parent as he watches her masturbate, his gaze hot and possessive. The feel of his presence in the room, the knowledge that he wants this just as much as she does, fuels her arousal until it becomes unbearable.

Her breath catches as she sees his huge, erect cock. "Oh..." she whispers, her fingers slowing on her own pleasure as she stares at the impressive length and girth of it. Her desire surges anew, and she reaches out to take him in her hand, stroking him in time with her own touch. "Please," she moans, arching her back into his touch. "I need this."

Her eyes close tightly as the pleasure builds, feeling the heat of his body so close beside hers.