“You would not believe how many times I’ve cum, imagining this moment with you, Mrs. Jamason.”

“Oh, Steven,” a soft laugh caught in my throat, “I remember that look in your eye, the first time I served you and my boys lunch in my kitchen…You were freshmen, right?”

“Yes…ma’am,” his breath hitched as his cock throbbed inside me. Quicker than I had hoped, I was on the edge too. But I had time, before they all left for college again, to teach him control—to satisfy a woman properly. Some lucky co-eds would benefit from my patience this summer.