When I left school I went to evening classes for a year to get some more results and as it happened one of my lecturers was one of my aunts, the hottest one and I'd lusted after her for years. I found out that she was having an affair with Bill, a guy I knew and when I asked him about her he said how hot she was but that he was getting fed up with her. He showed me some pictures of her naked and doing sex stuff with him and I asked if he'd email them to me. He said they used to text each other and he'd tell her what to wear and stuff like that. I said if he was fed up with her would it be OK if I texted her and got her to do stuff, using their affair as blackmail. He said that was fine because she'd probably dump him then.
That night it was time for a test. I texted her saying "Bill has told me all about your affair and sent some great photos of you both, so tomorrow, wear that black sweater dress and a pair of red lace panties."
"In your dreams pervert."
"So you want your husband to get these photos of you sucking Bill's cock do you?"
"Who are you, what do you want?"
"Just wear that black and blue dress and a pair of pink panties tomorrow." She didn't reply to that text so I left it at that and waited for the next day at college.
During class, my aunt was wearing the dress and was instructing us as always from behind her desk. I needed to change that.
"From now on, sit on your desk instead of behind it," I texted her discreetly, my hand buried in my pockets, my thumb fingering the message on the old keypad Nokia.
"Excuse me for one second," aunt told the class as her eyes looked down towards her lap. Then her face darted up. She scanned the classroom, let out a huff, and then continued lecturing from her textbook. She hadn't moved but texted back "yes, sir".
THAT BITCH. She was lying to my face. I quickly texted back, my eyes staring into my aunt's downcast face as she read from the book.
"Lie to me again and Fred, her husband, will get the photos. Now sit on your fucking desk and don't you dare think of crossing those pretty legs of yours."
"Continue on your own from page 73," she told us with marked nervousness as she again looked down towards her lap. Her eyes widened and I saw fear spread across her face with an embarrassed blush as she looked round the class wondering who it was. A submissive sigh fell from her lips. She got up from her chair, walked towards the front of her desk and asked us, "Does anyone have any questions?" as she lifted herself onto the desk. Her legs dangled over the edge. Her knees pressed together firmly, but not crossed. Her dress had ridden up onto the tops of her thighs. Between them, I saw a small triangle of pink.
To my right sat my friend Ernie. He turned to me and whispered, "are you seeing this right now?"
"Be quiet dude, you'll get us in trouble."
Someone asked a question and she started answering when the phone on her desk lit up with a new text. She looked down and continued talking. Slowly her knees relaxed open, her legs falling more to the sides. We could see right up her dress now, the edges of her pink panties clearly visible. For those in the front row, they could probably make out her groomed pubic hair as it pushed through the semi-transparent lace. Aunt's face was flushed red as she saw her boy students drool over the sight.
"Fuck, I must be dreaming," whispered Ernie again.
The bell rang and class was dismissed. She quickly hopped off the desk and pulled her dress back down.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ernie as we walked out from class.
"Maybe she wanted some attention" I tried to reply innocently.
"Attention? Don't be slow. You saw her face, she didn't want to be doing that dude. Someone is forcing your aunt."
"Forcing?"
"Yes, forcing Sandy. Blackmail maybe? I don't know. But she wasn't comfortable up there with her legs open like that. Fuck, I thought she might burst into tears any moment."
"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this?" I said hesitantly as I glanced around the hallway to see who may have overheard.
Ernie grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, "wait - what are you not telling me? Do you know something?"
"No, no of course not..."
