Chapter 1537
Teddy and Frank both turned red with embarrassment and swore to reclaim their dignity, but the gap in their abilities was too vast. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't stop Grace's relentless onslaught.
Three-pointers, pull-up jumpers, fadeaways, step-backs, and powerful dunks—Grace's tall figure moved like a towering giant on the basketball court, leaving them exhausted and drenched in sweat as they struggled to keep up.
Grace soon sank the final shot, clapping her hands before seeing the two of them panting heavily. Shaking her head, she remarked, "Your anticipation is off, you're lacking height, your reactions are slow, and your stamina is even worse. I don't know how you guys train. Come on, both of you defend together, let's try a zone defense."
Frank and Teddy felt humiliated. It wasn't that they were weak; it was just that Grace was too formidable. She had the height, the speed—everything. It was like playing in a different league.
They tried to double-team Grace, blocking all her shooting angles. Grace smirked slightly, lowered her center of gravity, and started dribbling between her legs. But her bouncing breasts caught their attention, almost making them lose focus.
Frank snapped out of it and nudged Teddy, reminding him to ignore Grace's fakes and just guard his area.
Grace then turned her body, backing into them bit by bit. Frank and Teddy tried to block her with their bodies, but Grace's large butt kept bumping into them. Teddy lost his balance and fell, leaving an opening.
Frank quickly spread his arms to block her path, but Grace's round, powerful butt crashed into him like a mountain. There was no way a mere mortal could stop it.
With each step Grace took, Frank was forced to retreat until he was under the basket.
Grace then turned around and made a jump shot, sending the ball through the hoop. She laughed as she looked at the breathless Frank. "Frank, your physical defense is too weak. You need to work out more. Alright, that's enough for today. Go home early." She waved at Teddy and walked off the court, her ample hips swaying.
After Grace left, Teddy dragged his tired body over to Frank, hands on his knees, panting. "Grace's stamina is incredible. How is she forty and still running circles around us?"
"Well, she's a gym teacher. Plus, women her age are at their peak energy-wise," Frank replied absently.
"But it seems like Grace's butt has gotten even bigger. It made my cock hard. When she bumped into me, it felt amazing," Teddy said, rubbing his crotch. He looked at Frank, who was still panting. "What's wrong with you? Did you twist your ankle? Why were you defending so hard? I barely got touched by Grace and almost flew out. You're fearless."
"My stomach hurts," Frank said awkwardly. "Grace's butt is just too strong. She kept bumping into me."
"No wonder you were holding onto her butt so tightly. It felt good, didn't it?" Teddy said with a cheeky grin. "You've got guts, man, groping Grace like that. Aren't you afraid she'd break your cock with her butt?"
"Why don't you try it yourself?" Frank rolled his eyes. He hadn't intended to bump into her with his crotch; it was just an instinctive move to block her. Playing basketball involved physical contact, but playing with a hot gym teacher like Grace was something else entirely. Opportunities like this were rare.
"I wouldn't dare," Teddy shuddered at the thought of Grace's Amazonian physique. He didn't have Frank's courage. "Hey, how do you think Grace and her short husband do it? It just doesn't seem to fit."
"Grace probably just lies down," Frank said, picturing Grace lying naked on the bed, her big butt in the air, with her short husband Byron entering from behind. His recently ejaculated cock started to stir again. If only he could actually have sex with Grace.
"I still don't think it would work," Teddy said, gesturing. "Grace's legs are so long, her butt would be at my stomach. I'd need a stool to reach. Do you think Andy has ever touched his mom's butt? I asked him last semester, but he wouldn't give me a straight answer. If I had a mom like that, I'd definitely touch her butt."
"You're the worst. Touching your own mom? That's incest," Frank said, frowning.
"Don't judge me. If your mom was Grace, shaking that big butt in front of you every day, could you resist?" Teddy said shamelessly.
Frank was silent. His mom, Alissa, had a big butt, but she was average-looking and overweight, nothing like Grace's tall, athletic figure. Plus, Alissa was strict and always scolded him. He couldn't imagine having any feelings for her other than fear.
At home, Alissa dressed casually, often in a tank top and shorts, sometimes without a bra. He was used to seeing her thighs and large breasts, and it didn't affect him at all. Maybe it was because he saw it so often that it lost its mystery.
He understood Teddy, though. Teddy had lost his mom early and was raised by his dad. To him, a mother was just a symbol, no different from other women.
Of course, Teddy had a point. If he had a hot, mature mom like Grace, could he stay indifferent? The popularity of mother-son incest stories suggested many people had forbidden thoughts about their moms, even if they couldn't act on them in real life.
But Grace wasn't his mom; she was just his teacher. Frank sighed. Many of his classmates had started dating, and some girls had shown interest in him, but he turned them all down. His heart was set on Grace, the tall, voluptuous gym teacher who was his ideal woman. He had no interest in the immature girls around him.
Sometimes he dreamed of Grace, envisioning her naked, her ample breasts and shapely thighs, her voluptuous butt radiating mature allure. She would smile seductively at him.
He couldn't help but pounce on her, hugging and kissing her athletic body, spreading her long, firm legs, and thrusting his hard cock into her depths, his stomach slapping against her big butt as she moaned. He felt an incredible happiness, finally making love to his dream teacher.
But then he would wake up, realizing it was only a dream. He desperately wanted to tell Grace how much he longed for her, to let her know the agony he felt, yearning to hold her hot, mature body and release his desires.
Frank had read countless student-teacher romance stories and envied the protagonists. He didn't understand how they got so lucky. Last semester, he tried to talk to Grace during gym class, hoping to catch her attention like the characters in those tales.
But he was disappointed. Grace would chat with him, but there was no romantic subplot. Reality was different from fiction. After three years of middle school, despite numerous conversations, he couldn't bridge the teacher-student gap. Grace was friendlier, but only out of respect for his mom, Alissa. She still saw him as a kid, not a man.
"Thinking about it won't do any good. Let's go play some games," Teddy suggested. "A new internet cafe opened on Cedar Street. They're having a grand opening special—free drinks and female attendants. Let's go play Warcraft."
"Sure, you go ahead. I'll change clothes at home first," Frank said, glancing once more in the direction Grace had gone. Perhaps he could only make love to his sexy gym teacher in his dreams.
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