Chapter 13 – Friend’s Mom’s Dirty Secret – 4
When she returned home, her heart sank heavily as she sat face to face with her husband, who had come home after a long absence from a local business trip.
When James came back from the library and complained that no matter how many times he called, he didn’t answer, he really wanted to go down a rat hole.
I couldn’t have dreamed of the fact that I threw off my panties at that time and mingled with strangers.
What excuse would you make if your husband noticed the red lip marks on your breasts?
In the end, I couldn’t overcome his request and went to the place he designated. But he wasn’t alone, he was with someone.
I was startled, but I couldn’t turn back. I was dizzy just thinking about how he would turn out.
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Aunt Emily with two… Two men?
Omg! Omg! It’s getting bigger and bigger this!
So, do you have multiple mothers? Stand… No way!!! It… Can’t be!
But… Two men? Who the hell are you talking about?
I continued to read the texts out of curiosity + anticipation for my mother’s appearance (?).
*****
I still feel dizzy when I think of myself when I take a shower and walk out the door carefully dressed in a blouse and skirt. I’m really crazy…
I went to the XX parking lot at the appointed time, suppressed his pounding chest, and boarded a black van that looked like it was plastered with dark tinting that was parked in front of him.
Let’s get into the car with a trembling heart… The lascivious expressions of the two men who ran my body up and down like a ruler, the strange gazes of people walking along the riverside…
He took my hand and pulled me into the back seat. Apart from the trembling of his heart, goosebumps all over his body made him feel the cold. Even in late summer…
He came and sat next to me and lifted my chin.
I sat with my head down like a shy girl without saying anything. His hand came between my breasts. It was very obvious what that meant.
His hands unbuttoned his blouse one by one and began to tickle the bare skin above the breast.
I was so tense that I couldn’t breathe. In an instant, it felt like my heart was pounding and my breasts were bouncing up and down.
The man at the wheel glanced at me. I was startled and covered my chest with one hand.
The fingertips of his beside her had already dug into her bra. The tips of his fingernails felt cold right under his nipples.
Without even thinking about taking off my bra, he trampled on my breasts, groping here and there with the palm of his hand pushed into the cup.
Every time my nipple caught on his finger, I turned my back in amazement.
“Would you like to see what it looks like below?”
His haunting voice still rings in my ears.
His hands began to open my crouched knees. The hem of the crumpled up skirt felt so shabby…
I reluctantly spread it between my knees. A cold sweat broke out between his armpits and a warm feeling between his thighs.
When he lifted the hem of his skirt to the point where his buttocks were exposed, it was to the point that his chest felt cool.
His hand reached between her legs and grabbed the hem of her shorts. But I wasn’t shameless enough to take off my panties as he intended.
I had to stare blankly at the silk panties I was wearing with my teeth clenched and rolled and slipped between my knees.
He said nothing He just sighed with a thrilled expression on his face.
He could feel the sweaty sheet just below his buttocks. It was because half of her buttocks was exposed through the hem of her skirt that went up to her lower belly. I stomped my ass and pulled my skirt down.
How funny would I look like that?
How much could you have covered?
He knelt down on the cramped floor and began pushing his face between his thighs.
His wet tongue began to crawl between my crotches, wetting my thighs like a brush full of water.
I didn’t even prepare my mind, but something hot and soggy touched the bottom. I never thought his tongue would touch my private parts so quickly!
I tried to find between the wrinkles by slicing the bottom with my tongue, but then I pointed the tip of my tongue and pushed it inward. His lascivious behavior felt so vivid…
It was imprinted on my chest with a lively movement that was incomparable to the bed with her husband, who had sex with her husband while being inserted and having her breasts quickly and without much emotion.
I was getting hotter out of control when he started sucking on his bottom.
I remember the moment when I pulled his hair and twisted his back. Every time it sucked, my soul started to do a vulgar dance with a squeaking noise.
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Wow~ Ah… Did the lady give her body to them? Really?
Do they know that Aunt Emily is an expensive, highly educated specialist?
Aunt Emily~ Ah~ I… I want to too! If it was a real lady, she would be able to suck everything she peed on!!!
Oh, I’m really going crazy at XX!!!
Aunt Emily, who behaves so arrogantly and intellectually to me, is a woman after all, so when she goes into heat, she turns into a female like that!!!
I turned to the next page, resisting the urge to call it masturbation!
*****
He started pushing my thighs out on both sides. The awkward moment of not being able to stretch out as much as you want but not being able to sit still like that continued for a long time.
He grabbed my buttock with both hands and started rocking it back and forth toward his face.
Every time his hot lips touched the wrinkles, I struggled, covering my lips with my fingers.
He started rubbing her breasts over her blouse and teasing her. His fingertips, looking for nipple marks, felt disgusting.
My heart swelled with his hands as if they were harmonious and soothing.
That suffocating nervous warfare at that time…
An awkward conflict between instinct and reason in which humiliation and pleasure coexist that a woman who has never been victimized can never feel…
But that was only the end of his wandering in confusion. He turned me around and sat me down kissing me with his wet lips.
Like a crazy woman, I followed his touch and landed on the sheet, balancing on her hands and knees.
How cheap did I look when I held up my wet ass in front of a man outside?
Outside the pitch-black tinted windows, red sunlight lay long over the river.
Occasionally passers-by seemed peaceful and leisurely, as if they belonged to a completely different world from me.
His face approached with the bridge of his nose in front of me behind my buttocks, where I was lying halfway down. His lips were much hotter and more passionate than when he was teasing my private parts a moment ago.
He lifted up his skirt and made teeth marks as if biting down on the sacrum. Finally, he started licking and licking the spot where I was exposed only when doing errands like a hunting dog.
Every time his smooth tongue brushed the creases, my heart melted with a thrill.
Every time I carefully sucked each wrinkle with that long tongue, I bit the collar of my blouse with my teeth and managed to suppress my moaning.
His caress was tenacious and skillful. The moment I sucked in my lips all at once the sensitive inner flesh of the back and front of my buttocks, and the hairs lined up on both sides, I gasped and bit my fingers with my teeth.
Then the man got up. There was a rustling sound, followed by the sound of a zipper going down. The sound was so irritating. It was all the more so when I thought of the huge mass of flesh that would be contained within it.
‘What will it look like? How big and hard was it really? Could it be pervert? Could it be that he tied me up or beat me?’
A thought of a star of a star passed through my mind in that brief moment. And my mind, which was so complicated, went blank from the moment the hot meat skewer poked around the buttocks and rubbed here and there.
As expected, I felt an overwhelmingly huge root that was incomparable to that of my husband. After being forced to admit his big cock, I felt totally vulgar like his bitch.
He didn’t get stabbed at once by that huge thing. So I got more impatient. He pressed the flesh of his buttocks, tapped on it, and later tickled his buttocks with the soft, cutting-edge skin.
He moved in front of me Finally, his swollen flesh touched my lips as I lay on my stomach. His request was very obvious. But I couldn’t bite it off.
I was so ashamed and ashamed to think of opening my lips and accepting his, even though I could have allowed it.
