Chapter 44: Chaper 44: Yes, Uncle... Don’t Worry About Us At All.
Chapter 44: Chaper 44: Yes, Uncle... Don’t Worry About Us At All.
"Then cover your mouth, Auntie. I will just gently massage your tense muscles right here. You know that you are only the second person to ever receive my special therapy, so you must be grateful~" Owen whispered.
"R-really...but it’s not a m-massage..."
"No Auntie, it’s the common message in the city~"
"Ahhn...you are making me..bad.."
"You are already bad Auntie, A very treacherous wife and mother~"
"...." She just stayed silent, as she’s barely holding her moans.
"But...you will become the very best blue-haired MILF Auntie~"
"...M-Milf.. that’s a v-very lewd way of saying that.. Wen.." the words struck into her brain... repeating again and again..
" It’s not lewd Auntie Pam~"
He refrained from biting her earlobe again, but who was to say he couldn’t trail his tongue along her neck instead?
A light layer of small beads of sweat had formed along the nape of her neck right beneath her cascade of blue hair, making her look incredibly alluring.
She was deeply nervous yet intensely exhilarated by the forbidden acts between a nephew and Auntie...in the kitchen.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
She smelled so intoxicating that he wanted to completely claim her right then and there...
Gradually breaking down her defenses until she transformed into the kind of hungry busty MILF who would eagerly sneak out for an intense midnight hard session while her husband slept soundly.
"Ahnn... d-don’t... ahhnn..." She could no longer fully suppress her moans as they finally escaped past her lips.
Sounding much more distinct than her previous, barely audible sniffled moans.
"Pam~? Are you two doing okay over there?" the man called out, just as the news broadcast was about to transition to its most highly anticipated segment.
"Yes, Uncle... don’t worry about us at all. The hottest headline of the morning is about to be delivered on your screen right now," Owen called back smoothly, flashing a reassuring smile directly at the clueless pathetic fellow to ensure his attention remained glued to the television.
It’s best to show him the reality...the reality unfolding throughout the world.
As Owen savors the reality in front of his back..
’Fucking hell... why do these fools always interrupt at the absolute best part?!’ Owen cursed internally as his teasing was disrupted yet again...
Terrible timing just as she was on the absolute verge of her first ever spectacular squirt..
He could feel it clearly; Pamela was barely holding back her love juices from spilling over.
He was also nearing his own limit, but the husband’s constant checking was becoming a real nuisance to their lovely, dirty little secret.
"Haha... I didn’t expect you to pay such close attention to the news while helping your auntie. Your future bride is going to be incredibly lucky, Wen." The man turned back toward the television, thoroughly satisfied to see the young man helping out.
He even began to think that his daughter wouldn’t be a bad match for him at all.
’Hehe... of course, Uncle. But you’re mistakenly assuming I’m only interested in one bride, I plan to claim them all!’ Owen thought, never halting the relentless rubbing of his cock against Pamela’s ass.
Pamela arched her hips backward, her voluptuous ass cheeks twisting into an incredibly busty position reminiscent of a daring participant tackling the extreme physical obstacles on a high-stakes game show.
Her curves were fully accentuated as she leaned heavily against the counter for support, using both of her hands.
"I’m getting close to my release, Auntie~" Owen whispered, pressing a firm bite against her neck, carefully choosing a spot concealed beneath her long hair to avoid any future suspicion...
A deep hickey from her nephew should be hidden from view..
"R-really, th—" She couldn’t even finish speaking before Owen deftly tugged the back of her shorts downward, exposing his impressive bulging divine cock to her, in all its magnificent glory.
It was already glistening at the tip with a thick milky white sheen.
Gasp!!!
Time seemed to freeze.
Everything else faded into the background as Pamela glanced back and witnessed the true scale of his divinity.
It was remarkably thick, possessing a thickness that rivaled a sturdy metal pipe, and it was so long that it measured the length of her forearm....she’s not exaggerating at all!
The most striking aspect was the head...a pink that glistened beautifully under the ambient kitchen lighting.
’I-it’s... so much larger than I ever i-imagined... so this is what a real man looks like... It’s incredibly good.’ Her thoughts were utterly ravaged by a tide of wild untamed desires.
Her expectations were completely shattered; reality far exceeded anything she had imagined.
The rigid weapon that had been generating such intense heat against her curves was a true masterpiece...healthy, heavily veined, and radiating a powerful, intoxicating unique fragrance that completely overwhelmed her senses.
This was the exact fulfillment of her hidden desires.
A stark contrast to her husband’s pale, uninspiring, two-inch dried twig..
Her husband’s thing was not only incredibly small, but it also lacked any vitality, looking thoroughly underwhelming and carrying a faint, unappealing musk compared to the pristine, powerful scent radiating right behind her.
"Is this your first time seeing a real weapon like this Auntie~?" Owen whispered smoothly, noting Pamela’s dazed, wide-eyed expression.
"...." She remained completely speechless, far too flustered and ashamed to give voice to her thoughts, especially while knowing her husband was sitting just a few feet away with such an inadequate twig.
"Don’t be shy, Auntie~ You can tell me exactly what you’re thinking, since this is officially our dirty little kitchen secret~" Owen murmured, rubbing his bare cock directly against the soft fabric of her undergarments, teasing the silver lining of her plump curves.
"B-but... it’s wrong..." she whimpered softly.
She desperately wanted to acknowledge just how magnificent he was, but a lingering sense of guilt made it feel like an absolute betrayal of her devoted husband.
Unfortunately for her conscience, she had already spent the last twenty minutes thoroughly enjoying the intense stimulation, making her sudden hesitation entirely ironic.