CHAPTER 59: WHAT IF SOMEONE COMES...

Watching the stack of papers graded by Aunt Taylor gradually diminish, occasionally seeing her twist her neck slightly to relieve the soreness from prolonged bowing.

"Aunt."

"Hmm?"

"Let me massage your shoulders. Keeping your head down like this is bad for your cervical spine."

Taylor’s eyes scanned the test papers, thinking Jake was joking.

But the next second, that tall figure stood behind her, and warm, broad palms pressed onto her shoulders, kneading without hesitation.

"Aunt, how’s the pressure?"

The soreness in her shoulders gradually faded under Jake’s even pressure. "Jake, I didn’t know you could massage?"

Jake said proudly, "I learned it from the director when I was little. He also had spinal problems, so I’d massage him whenever I had time."

Jake spoke lightly, but Taylor knew he had endured a difficult childhood.

She had first noticed Jake because of his malnutrition—his thin, frail body was much shorter than his peers. Because of this, she often gave him the milk she carried with her to drink.

Who would have thought that one day, Jake would grow into such a tall and handsome young man, completely different from his childhood self.

Taylor’s focus returned to the papers as Jake’s skilled technique brought her considerable comfort.

For the first time, Jake stood behind his aunt from this angle. The towering peaks of her ample bosom were right before his eyes, and the faint fragrance of shampoo from her hair lingered, invigorating him.

His fingertips could only faintly sense the softness of his aunt’s delicate shoulders and the slenderness of her bones through the thick fabric of her black high-necked sweater. His aunt always carried a classical beauty. If she were to wear a traditional cheongsam one day, what kind of mesmerizing visual feast would her graceful figure present?

Today, his aunt wore a pair of gray-white square-toed high heels. Though they lacked some dazzling sexiness, paired with her gentle and dignified demeanor as a knowledgeable teacher, they exuded an elegant and refined charm, like that of a mature woman.

Her black-stockinged feet nestled inside, and her long, enviable legs rested meekly against the lectern.

The thought that she had worn this especially for Jake filled him with both pride and gratitude.

The stockings were likely 30 denier, his aunt’s fair calves wrapped in a layer of black mesh. The perfect lines of her legs, smooth and delicate, made Jake yearn to lift them up and greedily lick them right then.

His hands couldn’t help but slide downward.

Taylor had only one paper left. Feeling Jake’s wandering hands, she softly warned, "Jake, this is a school. Mind your behavior."

But Jake wasn’t listening at all.

Seeing no one around, he boldly moved both hands at once, instantly covering his aunt’s enormous breasts.

A soft moan escaped her lips. "Ah... Jake, stop."

Yet this only spurred Jake on, the delicate sound sending his adrenaline soaring.

The mysterious, voluptuous breasts in his hands made the fatigue he’d accumulated over the past few days vanish instantly.

Jake leaned down slightly and whispered in his aunt’s ear, "Let me relax your breasts too."

His deep, masculine voice reached Taylor’s brain, the echo lingering in her ears. A strange pleasure spread like an electric current through her body, soon captivating her entire being.

Taylor’s body was too sensitive. She couldn’t muster a second refusal. The red pen in her hand trembled and fell onto the paper, leaving a bright red mark on the pristine sheet.

Jake’s broad palms were incredibly gentle, kneading her full, soft breasts just right, just like his massage earlier.

The slightly rough texture of the high-necked sweater couldn’t mask the overwhelming softness of her bosom. In that moment, Jake felt as though he were holding cotton—unbelievably soft and smooth.

As he played with her breasts, a blush crept onto Taylor’s fair cheeks. Jake affectionately moved his head closer, resting it atop hers.

Taylor tilted her head up slightly, a flicker of struggle in her beautiful eyes, but her heart was laid bare to Jake.

His aunt was aroused!

Without hesitation, Jake’s lips trailed from her smooth chin to her mouth, engaging in a passionate, tangled kiss before reluctantly pulling away.

Now, Taylor’s face was flushed, her sensual lips glistening with saliva, slightly parted as her delicate tongue trembled faintly inside, as if craving more.

Her breathy gasps were inevitable.

"Jake, I’ll give it to you when we get home," she offered softly, her voice so quiet she could barely hear it herself.

But the raging dragon in Jake’s pants was already impatient. He quickly stepped out to check the hallway—still empty and dark—and grew bolder.

Returning to the classroom, he closed the front door, then walked straight to the back door and did the same. He pulled a chair from a nearby seat and beckoned to his aunt.

Though confused, Taylor obediently walked over.

The clicking of her high heels echoed loudly in the empty classroom.

Jake sat on the chair, legs spread, his sweatpants tented obscenely. Taylor finally realized what he intended.

Glancing nervously out the window, she whispered, "Jake, this is a classroom. What if someone comes..."

His proper aunt, blushing shyly, stood before him, her tall frame exuding mature charm. Jake’s desire flared higher, the cock in his pants throbbing excitedly, though the fabric hid most of its movement.

But Taylor saw it all.

Though Jake didn’t speak, his eyes burned with longing.

After a brief hesitation, she slowly knelt.

"Jake, just this once. Don’t do this again! It’s so embarrassing..."

"Don’t worry, Aunt. We’ll make it quick. I’ll keep watch." Jake pulled down his pants, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

Taylor was amused by Jake’s pretend-serious behavior. She half-squatted, her eyes fixed on the enormous, throbbing cock that had brought her so much pleasure.

Her delicate right hand gently grasped Jake’s penis. Just moments ago, the prim and proper language teacher had been grading papers, but now she was performing shameful, blush-inducing acts for her niece’s boyfriend.

Her slender fingers, which had been holding a red pen, were now wrapped around a purplish-black, steaming male member.

"Annoying guy..." Taylor muttered, but her hand continued moving. The thick cock was too large for her petite hand to fully grasp. Facing this engorged monster, Taylor recalled how Jake had teased her at home earlier.

Playfully, she lightly scraped her pink-nailed fingertips along the shaft.