Everyone must have noticed the increasing number of prosecutions of women, and not just teachers, who have had illegal sex with teenage boys and girls. The cases give lie to the feminist claim that only men are sexual offenders. What it is about kids that turns these women on I don't know but I thought I'd share this story I came across by a maths teacher in her 30s. 

"At first I was amusing myself when Colin was sent to me for extra tutoring and on a whim I left off my bra. He was a nice, polite, innocent boy in his early teens and I liked him. After two or three lessons, he liked me too in the way that boys do when they develop a crush on mother substitutes. It really was a whim. I was dressing after showering just before he due for his lesson, started to put my bra on and changed my mind. I wondered if he'd notice and he did. I was aware of him looking surreptitiously at my breasts shifting freely under my thin t-shirt when I moved in my chair. It didn't harm things that I still smelled of perfumed shower gel and had bare feet in flip-flops which told him that I'd been nude just before. Naturally, I gave no inkling that I had noticed him watching me and he couldnt know about the tell-tale wetness between my legs. I have a friend who says that when she ever wants to get something from a man, she takes her underpants off before talking to him. They smell something, she told me. They don't know what it is and they may be only subconsciously aware of it but it makes them very, very receptive to what I want. If only they knew that it was the smell of raw cunt, she said. Playing with myself in bed while thinking about what I'd do next with Colin, I wasn't sure that he was old enough to know what the way a woman smells between her legs is like. He'd probably never seen a woman nude unless his mother. I thought it would be fun to find out. I didn't wear any underwear at all for his next lesson nor did I wash my cunt even though it wasn't very clean after a busy day. We sat down at the dining room table to work. I was wearing a short skirt over bare legs which I held spread under the table. I didn't notice any particular aroma myself but I quickly saw that Colin could. He looked around him with a slightly puzzled expression and glanced at me often in a way that made me think he wanted to speak but didn't dare. I was even a little frightened myself by the success of my experiment. It was clear he was totally unable to concentrate but somehow we got through the hour of the lesson. When it was over, I saw he was tempted to linger but I had other needs. I pushed him out of the door and ran upstairs to my bedroom. It was only when I was hurriedly pulling off my skirt that I noticed a large wet patch on the back. I threw myself on the bed and masturbated for a long, long time."