Chapter 1089 Sensitivity
Seeing Kevin sitting upright and somewhat reserved, Maurice smiled faintly and said, "Kevin, you don't need to be too formal at Auntie's house, just feel at home. Help yourself. By the way, there are washed grapes in the kitchen. Could you bring them over?"
Kevin stood up and went to the kitchen, where he found a glass bowl filled with a bunch of grapes. The grapes were large, red with a hint of purple, plump and juicy. Kevin couldn't help but wonder if Mrs. Maurice's nipples were as big as these grapes. Although his cousin had impressive breasts, her nipples were relatively small, not as substantial as Vanessa's. Perhaps it was because she had never breastfed. Among the women, Alissa had the largest nipples with sizeable areolas that were quite stimulating. The sensation of embracing his teacher's voluptuous and fiery body, burying his head between her large and plump breasts, suckling on her nipples freely, was an incomparable indulgence. Even his cousin's impressive 36G breasts paled in comparison.
Arriving back at the sofa with the glass bowl, Maurice chuckled and said, "Kevin, help yourself to the grapes. Feel free to choose whatever you like here."
Kevin picked up a grape, popped it into his mouth, and tasted the sweet and sour flavors, the juicy essence trickling down his chin.
"Why are you eating them with the skin on? It's bitter and not meant to be eaten," Maurice commented.
"Mrs. Maurice, I've always eaten them this way since I was little," Kevin felt embarrassed, not accustomed to any culinary etiquette.
"That won't do. The skin might have pesticide residues. Let me peel them for you," Maurice shook her head helplessly. She extended her slender jade fingers, gently splitting a grape open with her nail, revealing the translucent flesh. She offered it to Kevin's lips, saying with a smile, "Here, let me feed you."
Kevin felt a bit awkward. Apart from his mother, Bethany, no other woman had ever fed him food. But seeing Maurice's gentle and amiable demeanor, he felt a warm surge inside, a hint of pride filling his heart. The esteemed governor's wife was feeding him grapes; few in the city could boast of such treatment.
"Does it taste good?" Maurice gently fed the grape to Kevin, giving a coquettish smile. Her mature and alluring charm left Kevin flustered, especially when his lips accidentally brushed against her delicate fingers, eliciting a subtle electric thrill that quickened his pulse. His eyes automatically wandered to the governor's wife's ample and alluring bosom, where he fantasized about tasting those two grapes on her body, causing a physical reaction.
However, Maurice's status was extraordinary. As Armando was now a standing governor and even a county leader, his worth surpassed that of Angus, the head of the city's education bureau. It was entirely possible for him to ascend even higher in the future, thereby ensuring Maurice's place as a distinguished mayor's wife or perhaps even a governor's wife—heights that other women could only dream of reaching.
"Mrs. Maurice, these grapes are really sweet. This is the first time I've had such delicious grapes," Kevin suppressed his inner turmoil and savored each piece of the sweet fruit fed to him by Maurice, feeling a tinge of shame for his inappropriate thoughts. It was improper to entertain such lewd ideas when Mrs. Maurice was being so kind to him.
"These were delivered by the government office yesterday as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift," Maurice explained with a beaming smile. "We received two whole crates, but Fiona and her dad aren't fond of grapes. Take a crate with you when you leave."
"Mrs. Maurice, there's no need," Kevin hurriedly declined. He couldn't possibly accept both the hospitality and take the grapes away. He didn't want Maurice to think less of him.
"A few grapes won't hurt. You take them," Maurice playfully feigned annoyance. "Don't be too polite with Auntie, or I'll be upset."
"Alright, thank you, Mrs. Maurice," Kevin nodded. Since Maurice had insisted, to persist would appear overly contrived.
"That's better." Maurice smiled in satisfaction. Seeing Kevin still holding the ice pack for her ankle, she said, "Alright, Kevin, you can put the ice pack away. I feel much better now."
Kevin removed the ice pack, gazing at Maurice's slender and exquisite legs, fair and flawless, which only revealed a portion but exuded a mature and irresistible allure. Mentally acknowledging Armando's success as a governor, married to such a mature and sexy woman, with a daughter who was exceptionally talented, Kevin couldn't help but wonder if there was some favoritism at play in life's distribution.
The two continued chatting and watching TV on the sofa, and before long, it was already nine o'clock. Kevin was about to bid farewell when Maurice's phone suddenly rang. After a brief conversation, she furrowed her brow and acknowledged a few times before ending the call, appearing somewhat tensed.
"Maurice, what's wrong?" Kevin inquired quickly.
"Oh, the security department called to report someone climbing the wall into the family compound, suspected to be a thief. They're patrolling, asking me to lock the doors and windows and not let strangers in," Maurice explained.
Kevin was surprised to hear about a thief targeting such an expensive residential area, which housed county leaders. If anything was stolen, the police chief would likely launch a thorough investigation the following day.
Suddenly blushing, Maurice softly said, "Kevin, would you assist me to the restroom? I need to wash up."
Although she mentioned washing, Kevin noticed her expression and assumed she actually needed the toilet. He hurriedly supported Maurice into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and waited outside. Soon, the sound of rushing water ensued—a telltale sign of Maurice urinating. Disturbing images flashed through Kevin's mind of Maurice sitting on the toilet, removing her underwear, exposing her snow-white and plump buttocks. The stream of bright water spurted from her urethra at the base of her thighs, surrounded by thick dark pubic hair. The scene was highly provocative, and Kevin felt excited, his manhood stiffening. However, he quickly regained his composure, reminding himself not to entertain impure thoughts. Maurice had entrusted him with her company, and he couldn't afford to be shameless.
After a while, Maurice called out to Kevin from inside. He pushed the door open and entered, seeing Maurice already dressed, her cheeks still flushed. He assisted her upstairs to the bedroom, a spacious but modestly furnished room with a small ensuite bathroom, bed, and wardrobe against the wall, lacking the opulence of Evelyn's bedroom.
"Alright, Kevin, it's getting late. You should head home now. Take care on your way," Maurice sat by the bed, smiling at Kevin. "Thank you for spending so much time with me tonight. I won't see you out."
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