Skip to content I was eighteen and in my last year of high school. Finals were only a month away, and I wasn’t doing great. My mom was a little disappointed because I’d promised her I would buckle down and study, but no matter how many times I told myself to focus, my motivation just kept slipping.
My mother’s younger sister, Valeria, was my English literature teacher and also my aunt, obviously. And that didn’t make things any easier. Mom and Valeria were close friends, and Aunt Valeria always kept Mom up to date on my grades.
There was also another catch that I was quite embarrassed about. My aunt was a hot milf who distracted me every time I tried to pay attention. She was in her mid-thirties and always wore fitted jeans that hugged her curves and made her heart-shaped ass look even fitter and firmer. Most days she paired them with a tight blouse that strained against her boobs, hiding but never fully concealing her well-endowed breasts. Her glossy chestnut hair fell long over her shoulders, and the glasses she wore only added to her sex appeal. A touch of subtle makeup topped off her look, making her gorgeous and hot at the same time.
It was worse when she leaned over a desk to help a student. The way her blouse would dip just enough to give a glimpse of her forbidden cleavage made my cock stiffen. I’d catch myself staring at the way her jeans stretched when she bent over, and more than once, I had to shift in my seat so no one noticed the effect she had on me. I tried to remind myself she was family, my aunt, but that only made the guilt mix with the arousal until it was unbearable.
Luckily, nobody at school knew she was related to me. She had kept it a secret, but it was hard not to feel embarrassed when I overheard guys whispering lewd jokes about her, talking about what they’d like to do with her. I wanted to tell them to shut up, but I couldn’t. Not without giving myself away.
When the bell rang and she dismissed the class, Valeria turned her gaze toward me. “Jake, can you stay for a bit?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, trying to play it cool even though she always brought a heatwave with her.
I walked up to her desk, and Valeria smiled at me while pushing up her glasses. Just being so close to her sparked my imagination, and I felt how blood flowed south. My cock started to stiffen, pressing uncomfortably against the zipper as if begging to be released and quenched by the gorgeous woman in front of me.
“I talked to your mom,” she said. “I told her about your grades.”
I stared at the floor in shame, but she tilted my chin up.
“Jake,” she murmured, “raise your gaze. Something is troubling you, isn’t it?”
I swallowed. “I don’t know … I’m just unfocused. I can’t find the motivation to do anything.”
She leaned back and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing one long leg over the other. The movement made her blouse stretch across her chest.
“Isn’t making your mom proud a perfect motivation?” she asked, her eyes steady on mine.
I tried to smile, but it came out weak. “Of course. I just… I’m not sure if that’s enough right now.”
Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, and she slowly undid the top one, then the next. My jaw nearly dropped as more of her cleavage showed, the heavy swell of her tits pressing together, forming a mouthwatering valley I wanted to bury my face in.
“Tell me,” she said, her lips curving into the faintest smirk as if she knew what she was doing. “Is it the sexual tension that’s distracting you?”
I froze, caught between shock and arousal. We had never spoken so openly about sex before. “Maybe,” I admitted.
She studied me. “You’re doing fine in your other classes. It seems this problem only shows up with me … And I have to get to the bottom of this.”
And she was right. I knew it, and she knew it.
Valeria’s gaze lingered on me. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jake,” she said quietly. “Tell me the truth. Am I the problem?”
I felt a hot blush creep up my cheeks. “Sort of. I mean … you’re really attractive. It’s hard not to notice.”
“You know,” she said, lowering her voice, “I read a study once. It said sexual tension and gratification can be powerful motivators for young men. Sometimes, the right reward is all they need.” She leaned closer, her floral perfume wrapping around me. “What if we made a deal? If you get an A on your next test, we can have sex.”
My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
Instead of answering right away, she slipped open another button on her blouse. Her hand reached for mine, guiding it to her chest. Her forbidden boob filled my palm, firm and warm beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipple pressed against my skin, making my hand tingle with the contact. I caressed her boob, imagining how her areolas looked.
Her other hand slid my free one between her thighs, and then she guided it inside her jeans. I felt the heat of her body even before my fingers brushed against her panties. They were damp, the fabric clinging to her folds. When she pressed me closer, I felt her wetness seeping through, a silky slickness mixed with the faint brush of trimmed hair against my fingertips. It was sticky like honey, and I also picked up the sweet scent. I was intoxicated by her beauty and sexuality. She just grinned, letting me touch her freely.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I pitched the biggest tent of my life.
She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “I’m serious, Jake. But you have to be quiet. No one can ever find out.”
“Alright,” I said a bit nervously as I brushed my fingers against her panties, imagining how beautiful her pussy looked, bare and wet.
“And besides,” she added, her tone softening, “I want to do something sweet for your mother. She’s always been so sweet to me. Helping you succeed feels like the least I can do for her.”
I swallowed hard, still touching her in ways I’d never imagined possible. “I’ll study. I promise. I’ll work hard.”
“Great,” she said with a grin. “Next week, hopefully, I can show you my pussy and boobs without clothes on.”
*****
And that’s what I did. I had never studied so hard in my life. My mom noticed the change right away, her eyes lighting up every time she saw me hunched over open books instead of wasting hours on computer games. She didn’t question it, but I could tell she was proud of me. That pride alone made pushing through the late nights worthwhile.
The day of the test came faster than I expected. Valeria walked down the aisles, passing papers to each desk, her heels clicking against the floor. When she reached me, she gave me a wink as she placed the test in front of me before moving along, her hips swaying deliberately in front of my young, horny eyes.
She wore a white shirt tucked into dark fitted jeans, the kind of shirt that should have looked professional but only made her hotter. The fabric hugged her chest, the outline of her bra faintly visible through the thin cotton. Every time she leaned forward, her breasts shifted and pulled against the buttons, threatening to spill free. Her sleeves were rolled neatly to her elbows, showing her smooth arms, and her long chestnut hair framed her glasses perfectly. She looked like every fantasy I’d ever had about a sexy teacher, only real.
But I couldn’t keep playing sexual movies now. I tried to focus on the test, but I couldn’t stop glancing up now and then, watching the sway of her hips as she moved through the room. Lust curled in my stomach, and it was almost unbearable to sit there pretending she was just my teacher when I knew what she had promised me.
*****
The following day, she handed back the graded papers. My hands trembled when she slid mine onto the desk. Across the top, in bold red ink, was the letter A. I sighed in relief, but before I could even smile, I noticed the sticky note pressed neatly above my grade.
Wait for me after class.
Finally, the bell rang and my classmates exited the classroom. I lingered at my desk, my heart pounding, until it was just Valeria and me. She walked over, her hips swaying hypnotically, and perched on the edge of my desk.
“I am so, so proud of you, Jake,” she murmured. “Your mom is going to be thrilled. You’ve never been so motivated, have you?”
“No,” I admitted, my bulge pressing hard against the zipper. “Never.”
Her smile turned playful and horny. “I’ll keep my promise and give you a little reward.” Slowly, she guided my hands to her chest. “Why don’t you unhook my bra, sweetheart?”
I trembled as I reached around to unclasp the hooks. The garment fell away, and Valeria shrugged out of it, letting her heavy breasts tumble free. They were beautiful, full and round, and topped with peachy, sweet nipples. They were perfectly bell-shaped with a natural cleavage. The fullness at the bottom looked sculpted to perfection. I cupped them as if worshipping them, shivering at the buttery softness of her skin. It felt so forbidden, so wrong to be touching my teacher and aunt this way. But that only made the ache of desire sharper.
“Oh, Valeria, you’re so sexy; you have no idea,” I told her.
She chuckled. “Oh, I have an idea … Come here, baby,” Valeria said. She scooted back on the desk and spread her legs, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her jeans. I helped her shimmy out of them, revealing a pair of pink panties. The fabric was soaked through, molding to the lips of her pussy like a beautiful camel toe. Groaning, I stroked her through the damp garment, feeling the heat of her need.
Valeria lifted her hips, letting me tug her underwear down her long legs. I drew in a deep breath at the sight of her bare vagina, glistening and pink, and her mound was adorned with a neat triangle of dark hair. The lips were swollen and bloomed outward as an invitation. Unable to resist, I buried my face between her thighs, drinking in the heady musk of her arousal as I licked into her slick folds. She grabbed my neck, grinding against my mouth and pushing her pussy against my mouth.
“Oh fuck, your tongue feels so good,” she moaned.
I came off with a kiss and glanced at the door. “You locked it, right?”
“Of course,” she said with a naughty giggle.
I dived back in, licking her from the borders of her ass and up to her clit. She tasted like fresh honey, and she became even sweeter as more of her nectar trickled out from her walls, preparing for my cock.
I kissed and licked every inch of her squishy, sweet flesh before I felt a stabbing pain in both of my testicles. She noticed. “Let’s have sex before your balls turn blue,” she said.
I noticed her cheeks were flushed and a light sheen of sweat on her collarbone. She bit her bottom lip as I fumbled with my belt, shoving my jeans down to free my rigid erection. Valeria wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping slowly as she bent to take me between her lips. Her mouth was pure, warm, and wet, her flushed cheeks hollowing as she sucked me deep into her throat. The sight of my sexy teacher on her knees, my cock stretching her lips, made my knees buckle, and I almost lost control as she kept pumping her head. It was pure magic, all tongue, lips, inner cheeks, and throat. No teeth at all.
After a minute, she released me with a wet pop and slid backward on the desk, spreading her thighs in a warm welcome. “Come here, baby. This is what you get for being a good student.”
“Will you grade me for this?” I asked jokingly.
She chuckled. “Oh, I will … but that grade will stay between me and you.”
“I’ll try to give you an A.”
“Confidence,” she reminded me seductively.
“I’ll give you an A.” I stepped between her legs and notched the blunt head of my erection against her soaked entrance. I gave it another push, and the head slipped inside, followed by inch after inch of my hard cock. Finally, I bottomed out with her pussy pressed against my pubic bone and my erection twitching and throbbing inside her.
She threw her head back. “I love the way you stretch me.”
I pulled back and pushed in again. I started to move, rolling my hips in deep, deliberate strokes that had her throwing her head back in bliss.
“That’s it,” Valeria said, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me closer. “Fuck me just like that. Harder. I want to feel every inch of you.”
She was so hot and wet around me, her pussy walls fluttering and clenching with every thrust. I pounded into her, the desk shaking beneath us, totally lost in the filthy moan of her voice and the slap of our bodies coming together like two puzzle pieces.
“You like fucking your teacher?” she said, dragging her nails down my back. “Filling me up with your big, teenage cock while your classmates are right down the hall?”
“God yes,” I said, my hips snapping faster so the clapping sound rose. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Valeria confessed. “Wanted to bend over my desk and let you take me, to feel you come in my tight little pussy. You’re going to fill me up so good, aren’t you?”
“I’m doing my best,” I said, feeling the sweat spreading on my scalp.
“Confidence, Jake,” she reminded me.
“I’m going to fill you up good,” I said.
“That’s better, be a good student and nephew.”
Her dirty words were rapidly unraveling my control. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight as my cock disappeared in and out of her snug vagina. Valeria must have sensed it too because she reached up and guided my hands to her breasts.
“Come for me,” she said, arching into my touch as I palmed the heavy globes. “Don’t hold back.”
I drove into her as deep as I could go, her slick walls clutching me like a soft, wet fist. Valeria moaned out, her voice echoing off the classroom walls as her orgasm crashed over her. The sensual spasms of her pussy only pleasured me more, and I groaned and buried my face in her neck, spilling inside her in hot, pulsing spurts.
My hips shook as I emptied myself, filling her with my seed. Valeria stroked my hair, whispering filthy encouragement as I came hard. “That’s it, baby. Give me every drop. I want to be dripping with you.”
I micro-fucked her, my cock becoming hypersensitive and hyper aware of every inch of her pussy and the cum that was left. When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, cock still stuffed inside. Valeria cradled my face in her hands and brought her lips to mine in a kiss. I melted into it, savoring the sweet slide of her tongue. It felt like a promise of more, a hint of all the wicked things we could explore together.
After a long moment, she gently broke the kiss and smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You did so well, Jake.”
“That was an A, right?”
“An A plus,” she said with a giggle, making my cock twitch a final time.
I’m proud of you … Go home and show my sister the grades.”
“Oh, I will.”
I pulled out from her slick pussy, and we both got dressed. Before leaving, she winked at me, as if promising me more was to come.
The end.
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