14-06-2024, 10:12 AM
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His eyes were closed and I wondered if he were thinking the same thing I was: was this right, or immensely wrong?
Setting aside the thought for now, I spoke after a long period of silence and breathing.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." he replied, his eyes still closed.
He seemed exhausted, despite his cock having returned to a semi-hard state since my show of eating his cum off my tits. I was his first experience with a woman, and the realization for him must have set in that satisfying one isn't a walk in the park. But he did a great job at it, and while I was still uncertain whether any of this was right or wrong, there was one thing I had absolutely no doubt in the certainty of:
Sumon had fucked me really, really good.
I wasn't very hungry either, so hearing his response I decided not to worry about dinner. I was pretty exhausted too, and before I knew it my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep. Whether Sumon fell asleep too with me, or whether he took off to sleep in his own room I didn't know, since the next morning when I woke up he wasn't there. I was still naked in Aparna's bed, covered by a blanket that I assumed Sumon had thrown on me at some point in the night.
I threw the blanket off of me and looked down at my naked body. His cum from last night had dried up on my tits and they were a sticky, crusty mess. I got up to take a shower before throwing on one of Aparna's robes, leaving the room to find Sumon.
I checked the kitchen first, but he wasn't there. So I made my way to his room. I saw that the door was partly open already and before I could knock or step inside, I saw through the gap Sumon sitting on the bed, his side towards the door. He'd taken his pants off and was stroking his hard cock, and I gasped. But the gasp wasn't from the fact that he was masturbating alone in his room, it was from the fact that in his other hand, he held one of the blue bras I'd packed and was rubbing his cock against it.
Part of me wanted to stand there and watch him cum all over the bra. I wondered if he'd put it back into my luggage after, hoping that I'd then unknowingly wear it without knowing it's doused in his cum, or if he'd throw it in the laundry. But the justification I'd given myself last night to end up in this situation in the first place came running as the voice of reason. I had to put a stop to this. Last night was the last time, and it couldn't go on any longer.
"Sumon," I called out to him. Even though he'd fucked me twice in his mom's bed just last night, seeing me standing there at his doorstep, caught with my bra and his cock in his hands, his face quickly shifted from one of pleasure to that of nervousness.
He stopped jerking his cock, but still held my bra as he looked at me worriedly. I stepped into the room and walked over to him.
"My bra..." I asked, gesturing for him to hand it over.
Not saying a word, he slowly moved his hand and did as was asked of him. I looked down and saw his precum having left wet spots inside the cups, before looking back up and noticing his cock standing completely erect and hard. Memories of the previous night came rushing into my head, and I gulped as my nipples hardened. A little voice inside my head told me to just throw that robe off right there and then and start both our mornings off with a nice, sloppy blowjob. But I quickly sidelined that voice, this was over. Last night was the last time.
I didn't comment on the situation. I didn't react at all actually. In normal circumstances it would be completely justified for me to be angry, or to ask him what the fuck he was doing, or why he went through my personal belongings, but I wanted to handle this calmly. That's at least what I told myself. I knew the real reason I didn't react was that I didn't mind him jerking off onto my bra at all. In fact, I found it pretty hot. That voice inside my head telling me to give him an early morning blowjob was no one else's but my own. But I had to stay in control. I was the adult here and I needed to make an adult decision and handle this situation the adult way.
I could tell Sumon was still nervous from the look on his face till a few moments back, but when I looked down at him again that nervousness was gone. He wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore, instead his gaze had shifted south. I looked south myself and saw that the robe I was wearing had parted a bit and a canyon of cleavage was showing. I clearly hadn't done the best job tying it, which I questioned was a subconscious decision. Did I want the robe to get loose and give Sumon another view of my tits?
I was getting distracted by my own thoughts too much. This had to stop. I decided to end the confrontation, tied my robe tightly and left his room for the kitchen, firing up some breakfast. Any longer I'd stayed and I had a feeling I'd have let him serve me breakfast right there in his bed with another load of cum in my mouth.
Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't I think normally when thoughts of Sumon were on the table? Just a day ago I'd walked into this house with my mind completely made up on ending the sexual nature of our relationship completely. And where had that gotten me? I sucked and fucked him in my Sister's bed, and was contemplating doing it again. With how quickly my resolve had broken, it was clear that I was walking a dangerous line. All of this had started with some harmless teasing, but with just how much I'd done to him and let him do to me in just two encounters thereafter, it felt like I was getting addicted. Only an addiction makes you throw away reason and logic this quickly, and I could tell I was getting addicted to Sumon. I wanted to march back into his room and suck him off. I wanted to teach him more and add to his experience with women. I wanted to try out my own fantasies with him. I wanted to get fucking nasty with him in bed.
All these things you'd expect from a girlfriend. But I was fourteen years older than him. I couldn't be his girlfriend, could I? No, he's a young, eighteen year old guy. He should be with someone his age. Someone that's not his mom's Sister. Someone that he at least has a chance of being together and happy with.
I was spiraling down a rabbit hole of thoughts, all the while making breakfast, when I heard Sumon walk in. I didn't turn to look at him, and we didn't exchange any words. He just walked over to the table and took a seat. A minute later I walked over and served him some sandwiches and fresh fruits. While I was pouring him some orange juice, I saw his eyes glide south again. I looked down and that's when I realized, while this robe fit Aparna perfectly, my proportions were a bit too much for it, and even after tightening it, a fair bit of cleavage was still spilling out the top.
I sighed, giving up on any further attempts to hide it, and subconsciously took a seat next to him. That was clearly a bad idea, however, since as soon as I sat down, the robe got pulled up and the bare skin of my legs exposed itself. Sumon noticed this, and immediately moved his hand down to place on my thighs. This was inevitable at this point, I thought, deciding to just not care anymore. It would all be over once we were done with breakfast and I told him that last night was the last time. That's when he started moving his hand, at first rubbing the soft skin before moving between them and squeezing the inner aspect of my left thigh. I continued to ignore it, despite chills having started running their way up my spine, and yet Sumon was still relentless. His hand moved further north, and he was getting closer and closer to my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties underneath the robe, and if he kept going and reached his end destination, I wouldn't be able to hide that his touch had made me wet again.
My hands were shaking as I held a cup of coffee in them. I would have thought he'd still be embarrassed about being caught jerking off on my bra just a half hour or so back. But he clearly didn't care, or at least didn't care enough to let it come in the way of him touching me. His hand was now just an inch away from my pussy. He wasn't even looking down or at me anymore. He was eating his sandwich with his other hand, all the while toying with me this way.
Before I could process his nonchalance, his fingers touched my pussy, and he felt my wetness on them. He slid them inside, making me place the coffee mug down on the table and gasping, before gathering up my wetness and using it to bring his hand up to rub on my clit. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I started breathing heavily. He began to draw circles on my clit before moving back down and inserting a finger inside me.
It was too much, and I held his wrist. He looked at me and I looked back at him. He was reading my eyes, waiting for a reaction, but when none came, he started moving his hand again, fingering my pussy to and fro. The more I was trying to avoid him, the more he was making me want him. My hand was in a perfect position to pull on his wrist and stop him, but I couldn't get myself to. I just didn't want it to stop. If anything, I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted to stroke his cock at the same he fingered my pussy. I wanted to give him that morning blowjob. I wanted him to take my robe off, bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me.
"Do you want to...?" He asked, looking down at his crotch. His cock was hard and I could see it through his shorts. I couldn't speak, but he took my silence as a 'yes'.
Sumon pulled away his hand from my pussy and got up, pulling down his shorts to his knees and taking a seat again. He again moved his hand inside my bathrobe and I again felt his fingers stroking my clit.
His cock was out, hard like wood and I was just staring at it through the corner of my eyes. My hand slowly moved to his crotch and I grabbed it. I grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. I heard him gasp, and I did the same. I wanted his fingers inside me again, but I still couldn't get myself to say a word. I was still stroking his cock, and Sumon was rubbing my clit faster. With his other hand, he reached forward and undid the knot at the front of the robe. The robe parted, and my tits fell out. He didn't reach for them just yet. Instead he moved his free hand to push a finger inside me again, while his occupied one continued to rub my clit.
"I can't control myself." I said, pushing him away and getting up.
I was standing with my robe now completely open, my naked body once again exposed for my Sister's son. Yet he paid it no attention, his eyes were completely locked on mine as he held his breath and waited for what I had to say. I stood and he sat motionless for a moment, his cock still hard and obscene in its enormity.
"Why, Sumon...?" I finally said, closing the distance between us. "Why are you making me do this?" My face was so close to his, feeling his warm breath on my lips. I closed the last remaining distance between us, and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I gave up completely.
I couldn't let this go.
I couldn't let him go.
The kisses grew in intensity, and this time I was the one to push my tongue into his mouth. He stood up to wrap his arms around my body and pulled me close to him, my naked breasts pressing tightly against his chest as his hands moved to encircle my hips before possessively groping my ass. We made out passionately, right there against the kitchen table, before I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees.
He moved the chair to readjust his position, facing me better, and I looked up at him behind his massive, hard-as-steel cock. He wanted it from me, and I wanted to give it to him. I bent forward and kissed the precum-leaking head, before running my tongue along his shift and finally taking him into my mouth. He managed to somehow get even harder, and I bobbed my head over half his length, looking him directly in his eyes.
His face had an expression of immense pleasure, and I wondered what was going through his head. His mother's Sister, the woman he'd crushed on for years, the woman that he considered to be his aunt and one that would sometimes pick him up from college when his mom had to work overtime, the woman that would bring him candy as a kid and one that would affectionately plant kisses on his cheek all the time, the woman he'd modeled his entire taste in girls on and whose body he'd been lusting after ever since he hit puberty - that same woman, fourteen years older than him, was on her knees, hungrily swallowing his dick for the third time.
I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time, letting his cock enter my throat and sloppily moving my head to and fro between his legs. I'd asked him earlier why he was making me do this, but I hadn't expected an answer. He wasn't exactly in a state of being able to answer any questions either, my lips and mouth applying a vacuum seal around the length of his hard and now slick cock. He was lost in the pleasure I brought him with my mouth,
I'd wanted to suck his dick earlier when I caught him jerking off onto my bra, but had held back. I was realizing now, however, that there really was no point. I clearly had no self control around him, and if the thought of giving him a morning blowjob had planted itself in my head, he was going to get one no matter how much I tried pushing it away.
Right there on the kitchen floor, I sucked him off, having no intentions of stopping till he filled my mouth with another one of his massive loads. I brought one of my hands that I'd planted on his thighs forth to stroke his shaft while I'd pulled back to suck on his head, and that's when he exploded again, returning my favor of making him breakfast by feeding me my own.
I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to warn me anymore, but he knew that already. He knew at this point that I would swallow regardless, and that's exactly what I did, letting him fire jet after jet of thick semen into my mouth while I formed a tight seal around his head with my lips. When my cheeks began to bloat from the sheer quantity he unloaded, I pulled back and swallowed, now stroking him directly into my wide open mouth instead.
I stood back up once he finished, running my tongue around the insides of my mouth to gulp down any leftover bands of cum, and took a seat next to him, facing him. My body was still fully on display between the parted robe, and Sumon was eyeing it under heavy breaths, taking a moment to relax in his post-orgasmic state. I made no move to tie the robe again, letting him stare at my jutting breasts, my nipples hard while I picked my coffee back up to sip.
"Did you always fantasize about me?" I asked him, my thoughts from yesterday to end the sexual nature of our relationship for now a distant one.
"Well..." Sumon thought over his answer, clearly a little embarrassed, despite having cum in my mouth just a minute prior.
"I had a hunch, you know? Over the years, I've noticed you staring at my tits more times than I can keep count of." I smiled teasingly at him. His breathing had normalized and he had a shy smile on his face now. "You didn't even hold back with your mother around!"
"Well, you're just so beautiful. It's... hard not to look." I could easily get away with thinking Sumon was trying to flirt, but the innocence in his voice let me know that he was just being completely honest. "And you'd always come over wearing those low neck tops. And, well, there was always a lot of... a lot to stare at." He finished, eyeing my sizable, bare chest and intimating what he meant.
"So a little cleavage's all it takes with you?" I continued to tease him, smiling throughout our conversation.
Sumon paused for a bit before responding, clearly a little surprised with how contrasting my demeanor today was compared to yesterday's.
"It's not exactly 'a little'." He said, taking his time to answer and once again eyeing my tits. I thought to tease him further, but then figured he had a point.
"Do you remember a couple days after your eighteenth birthday, I came over late at night to hand a file to your mom? You answered the door and I was wearing a grey, low cut top with nothing underneath."
"Yes, I, uhh... masturbated twice that night." Sumon looked down to the floor, feeling awkward in his confession.
"You masturbate thinking of me?" I asked mindlessly. I knew he'd always probably fantasized, so busting nuts to the thought of me shouldn't have been too surprising.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm sorry." Sumon confessed again. "You're just... really, really hot."
His compliments weren't going unnoticed, and I felt this sick version of pride knowing my body at thirty-two was making an eighteen year old jerk his cock off despite all that access to girls much younger and, well, porn.
"So you're telling, every time I'd come over wearing something... pleasing... you'd be masturbating in your room later that day to thoughts of me?" I kept my line of questioning going. I was having fun, and Sumon's eyes had returned from the floor right back onto my body.
"Not every time. But... most of the time." Sumon answered with complete honesty again. I felt as if I could get him to tell me anything in the moment, as long as I asked.
"And what about this morning?"
"What do you mean?" The embarrassment suddenly returned to his face and he looked back down.
"You in your room, my bra in your hands?"
"I... I always wanted to do that."
"You always wanted to masturbate on my bra?"
"It's... kind of a fantasy. I always thought that since I'd never get to do anything with you, I could at least get your bra or panties." Sumon continued to confess his fantasies one after another. "... And use them to make the fantasy of you a bit more... real? It had been stuck in my head since forever but I never got the chance. Until this morning. I woke up hard from memories of last night. You were asleep and I didn't know if I could just... see or touch you again. At least without asking first. So I snooped through your stuff and found your bra. I'm very, very sorry about that. I'll never do it again. I just wanted to relieve myself, and after what we did last night, just using my hands wasn't going to be enough."
I took a minute to consider his words. It must have taken a lot of courage to be as honest with me as he was, considering the topic.
"And I spoiled your fantasy..." I finally said, feeling a tinge of guilt for taking away my bra from him earlier.
"No, no. It wasn't your f-"
"Go to the bedroom," I cut him off before he could finish, catching him by surprise.
"Why? Do you need me to get you anything?"
"I don't need anything, but you'll get what you want." I smiled, on course to redeem myself.
"What do you mean?"
"The bags you snooped through earlier. Go snoop through them again. Pick a bra of your choice, and maybe even a pair of panties. Then bring them back here with you." My smile widened.
"You're... you're serious?" Sumon asked in amazement.
"Yes, now go before I change my mind."
Sumon jumped off his seat and ran to the bedroom, clearly unbothered by the fact that he was bottomless, his now soft-cock dangling between his legs. A minute later he returned with a black, satin combination set, one of my favorites. He had good taste, I thought, before noticing that his cock that had been soft when leaving had returned to complete hardness upon arrival.
"You're a smart guy. I think you've figured out why I asked you to get these." I said as Sumon sat down on the chair again. He smiled and looked away, adorably embarrassed of the situation once again, which I found very amusing. This eighteen year old had fucked me, sucked on my tits, felt my ass and shot multiple loads of cum into my mouth, and I was yet to barely put a dent in how shy he felt around me. "So why don't you pick up where I left you off this morning?"
Sumon continued to look away at first, but eventually the excitement of the moment won over the embarrassment he felt as he heeded my words. He turned to face me again, before wrapping the black, satin bra around his hard cock and beginning to jerk himself. Letting a man so much younger confess and then live out his fantasies involving me had turned me on beyond control, and soon I found myself parting my legs and starting to play with my clit, mutually masturbating with him.
He continued to vigorously stroke his cock with my bra, but his eyes had completely shifted to between my legs, watching me play with myself. I'd brought down my other hand to slide a finger inside me, while the first still continued to toy with my clit. I saw Sumon's breathing get deeper, and his eyes fill with the same lust and passion he'd fucked me the night prior with.
"Like what you see?" I teased him openly at this point, biting my lip. The taboo of mutually masturbating with my Sister's son in her kitchen coupled with everything we'd done already was making me feel things I'd never felt before.
"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen." Sumon replied, now completely overtaken with lust, watching me finger myself right opposite to him.
"I don't know, I think we can make it hotter." I stopped and got up, grabbing his cock with my bra wrapped around it. "Come with me."
I took him to Aparna's bedroom again, making him take a seat by the edge of the bed with my bra still wrapped around his cock. I stood in front of him and let the robe I was wearing fall off completely, my body now completely in the nude for him again. Sumon resumed stroking his cock with my bra at the sight, but I had other plans at this point. I sat on top of him, pushing him back into the bed and leaning over him. I brought my lips to his mouth, before grabbing his cock and guiding it inside my now completely drenched pussy, taking him in. Sumon moaned into my mouth, feeling my wet walls enclose around his cock and I broke apart our kiss and started riding.
I didn't know how I could justify any of this anymore. Last night was meant to be the last time, and yet here I was right the next morning with him balls-deep inside of me. At one moment I'd be contemplating how wrong all of it was, and the next I'd have his cock in one of my orifices. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to think. I decided to let it go for now, just focusing on the pleasure.
"You like that?" I asked, raising my ass off his crotch till only his tip remained inside before slamming back down with force, again and again.
"Yes, god, yes." Sumon moaned his approval.
"Mmm... I love it too." I moaned back, riding him nice and deep.
His cock stretched my pussy lewdly, and trails of my wetness ran down its length with every ascent. I leaned forward, bringing my tits into Sumon's face and letting him play with them.
"Fuck me, Sumon." I said a minute later as I rolled over, taking him over me.
Sumon quickly readjusted himself and started to fuck my pussy in long and fast strokes. His eyes were fixed on my bouncing tits again while I looked up at him and thought to myself, look at him using his Masi for his pleasure. Using her tight, drenched cunt and big, sweaty tits to get his rocks off. The thought turned me on even more, and I felt myself close to coming.
"Yes! Keeping fucking me." I screamed.
Sumon grabbed my tits and squeezed them, hard and possessively. My nipples were achingly erect, with his palms grazing their pointy surfaces as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him have his way with me. Another minute of hard, fast fucking later I came, undulating under his body, my eyes rolling back.
I let him fuck me through it, till I returned back down and rolled him over again. Bouncing my ass up and down his huge cock, I moaned, leaning forward and instructing him to suck on my nipples. He grabbed each breast and did as asked, before pulling away with an extremely straining expression.
"I'm going to cum." He managed to mutter.
"Come here." I quickly got off his cock and jumped off the bed, getting on my knees on the floor. Sumon followed and stood in front of me, his cock twitching and an angry, purple in color. "Jerk yourself in my mouth." I instructed, opening wide and pushing my tongue out for him.
Sumon once again did as told, pointing his cock down towards my outstretched tongue and stroking himself. Just a couple strokes later he groaned desperately, his balls contracting as he shot his second load of the day into my open mouth. I let him empty his nuts completely, swallowing twice to keep my mouth from overflowing. Once his last stream painted my tongue, I opened wide and let Sumon see the giant pool of his semen filling my oral cavity. I closed my mouth and took a deep gulp, smacking my lips and shutting my eyes before opening wide again to show him a now empty mouth.
Sumon sighed exasperatedly, unable to process just how hot the sight in front of him was - his Masi on her knees, her juicy tits, massive ass and tight body on full display in front of him as she swallowed an obscene amount of his pearly, white cum. I giggled, licking my lips and planting a last kiss on the head of his cock as Sumon lost power in his legs, involuntarily letting himself fall to take a seat on the bed.
A small moment of awkwardness filled the room, the both of us thinking, 'What now?' I stood up, letting Sumon watch the body of his dreams in all its naked glory as it rose.
I was dumbstruck
His eyes were closed and I wondered if he were thinking the same thing I was: was this right, or immensely wrong?
Setting aside the thought for now, I spoke after a long period of silence and breathing.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." he replied, his eyes still closed.
He seemed exhausted, despite his cock having returned to a semi-hard state since my show of eating his cum off my tits. I was his first experience with a woman, and the realization for him must have set in that satisfying one isn't a walk in the park. But he did a great job at it, and while I was still uncertain whether any of this was right or wrong, there was one thing I had absolutely no doubt in the certainty of:
Sumon had fucked me really, really good.
I wasn't very hungry either, so hearing his response I decided not to worry about dinner. I was pretty exhausted too, and before I knew it my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep. Whether Sumon fell asleep too with me, or whether he took off to sleep in his own room I didn't know, since the next morning when I woke up he wasn't there. I was still naked in Aparna's bed, covered by a blanket that I assumed Sumon had thrown on me at some point in the night.
I threw the blanket off of me and looked down at my naked body. His cum from last night had dried up on my tits and they were a sticky, crusty mess. I got up to take a shower before throwing on one of Aparna's robes, leaving the room to find Sumon.
I checked the kitchen first, but he wasn't there. So I made my way to his room. I saw that the door was partly open already and before I could knock or step inside, I saw through the gap Sumon sitting on the bed, his side towards the door. He'd taken his pants off and was stroking his hard cock, and I gasped. But the gasp wasn't from the fact that he was masturbating alone in his room, it was from the fact that in his other hand, he held one of the blue bras I'd packed and was rubbing his cock against it.
Part of me wanted to stand there and watch him cum all over the bra. I wondered if he'd put it back into my luggage after, hoping that I'd then unknowingly wear it without knowing it's doused in his cum, or if he'd throw it in the laundry. But the justification I'd given myself last night to end up in this situation in the first place came running as the voice of reason. I had to put a stop to this. Last night was the last time, and it couldn't go on any longer.
"Sumon," I called out to him. Even though he'd fucked me twice in his mom's bed just last night, seeing me standing there at his doorstep, caught with my bra and his cock in his hands, his face quickly shifted from one of pleasure to that of nervousness.
He stopped jerking his cock, but still held my bra as he looked at me worriedly. I stepped into the room and walked over to him.
"My bra..." I asked, gesturing for him to hand it over.
Not saying a word, he slowly moved his hand and did as was asked of him. I looked down and saw his precum having left wet spots inside the cups, before looking back up and noticing his cock standing completely erect and hard. Memories of the previous night came rushing into my head, and I gulped as my nipples hardened. A little voice inside my head told me to just throw that robe off right there and then and start both our mornings off with a nice, sloppy blowjob. But I quickly sidelined that voice, this was over. Last night was the last time.
I didn't comment on the situation. I didn't react at all actually. In normal circumstances it would be completely justified for me to be angry, or to ask him what the fuck he was doing, or why he went through my personal belongings, but I wanted to handle this calmly. That's at least what I told myself. I knew the real reason I didn't react was that I didn't mind him jerking off onto my bra at all. In fact, I found it pretty hot. That voice inside my head telling me to give him an early morning blowjob was no one else's but my own. But I had to stay in control. I was the adult here and I needed to make an adult decision and handle this situation the adult way.
I could tell Sumon was still nervous from the look on his face till a few moments back, but when I looked down at him again that nervousness was gone. He wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore, instead his gaze had shifted south. I looked south myself and saw that the robe I was wearing had parted a bit and a canyon of cleavage was showing. I clearly hadn't done the best job tying it, which I questioned was a subconscious decision. Did I want the robe to get loose and give Sumon another view of my tits?
I was getting distracted by my own thoughts too much. This had to stop. I decided to end the confrontation, tied my robe tightly and left his room for the kitchen, firing up some breakfast. Any longer I'd stayed and I had a feeling I'd have let him serve me breakfast right there in his bed with another load of cum in my mouth.
Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't I think normally when thoughts of Sumon were on the table? Just a day ago I'd walked into this house with my mind completely made up on ending the sexual nature of our relationship completely. And where had that gotten me? I sucked and fucked him in my Sister's bed, and was contemplating doing it again. With how quickly my resolve had broken, it was clear that I was walking a dangerous line. All of this had started with some harmless teasing, but with just how much I'd done to him and let him do to me in just two encounters thereafter, it felt like I was getting addicted. Only an addiction makes you throw away reason and logic this quickly, and I could tell I was getting addicted to Sumon. I wanted to march back into his room and suck him off. I wanted to teach him more and add to his experience with women. I wanted to try out my own fantasies with him. I wanted to get fucking nasty with him in bed.
All these things you'd expect from a girlfriend. But I was fourteen years older than him. I couldn't be his girlfriend, could I? No, he's a young, eighteen year old guy. He should be with someone his age. Someone that's not his mom's Sister. Someone that he at least has a chance of being together and happy with.
I was spiraling down a rabbit hole of thoughts, all the while making breakfast, when I heard Sumon walk in. I didn't turn to look at him, and we didn't exchange any words. He just walked over to the table and took a seat. A minute later I walked over and served him some sandwiches and fresh fruits. While I was pouring him some orange juice, I saw his eyes glide south again. I looked down and that's when I realized, while this robe fit Aparna perfectly, my proportions were a bit too much for it, and even after tightening it, a fair bit of cleavage was still spilling out the top.
I sighed, giving up on any further attempts to hide it, and subconsciously took a seat next to him. That was clearly a bad idea, however, since as soon as I sat down, the robe got pulled up and the bare skin of my legs exposed itself. Sumon noticed this, and immediately moved his hand down to place on my thighs. This was inevitable at this point, I thought, deciding to just not care anymore. It would all be over once we were done with breakfast and I told him that last night was the last time. That's when he started moving his hand, at first rubbing the soft skin before moving between them and squeezing the inner aspect of my left thigh. I continued to ignore it, despite chills having started running their way up my spine, and yet Sumon was still relentless. His hand moved further north, and he was getting closer and closer to my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties underneath the robe, and if he kept going and reached his end destination, I wouldn't be able to hide that his touch had made me wet again.
My hands were shaking as I held a cup of coffee in them. I would have thought he'd still be embarrassed about being caught jerking off on my bra just a half hour or so back. But he clearly didn't care, or at least didn't care enough to let it come in the way of him touching me. His hand was now just an inch away from my pussy. He wasn't even looking down or at me anymore. He was eating his sandwich with his other hand, all the while toying with me this way.
Before I could process his nonchalance, his fingers touched my pussy, and he felt my wetness on them. He slid them inside, making me place the coffee mug down on the table and gasping, before gathering up my wetness and using it to bring his hand up to rub on my clit. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I started breathing heavily. He began to draw circles on my clit before moving back down and inserting a finger inside me.
It was too much, and I held his wrist. He looked at me and I looked back at him. He was reading my eyes, waiting for a reaction, but when none came, he started moving his hand again, fingering my pussy to and fro. The more I was trying to avoid him, the more he was making me want him. My hand was in a perfect position to pull on his wrist and stop him, but I couldn't get myself to. I just didn't want it to stop. If anything, I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted to stroke his cock at the same he fingered my pussy. I wanted to give him that morning blowjob. I wanted him to take my robe off, bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me.
"Do you want to...?" He asked, looking down at his crotch. His cock was hard and I could see it through his shorts. I couldn't speak, but he took my silence as a 'yes'.
Sumon pulled away his hand from my pussy and got up, pulling down his shorts to his knees and taking a seat again. He again moved his hand inside my bathrobe and I again felt his fingers stroking my clit.
His cock was out, hard like wood and I was just staring at it through the corner of my eyes. My hand slowly moved to his crotch and I grabbed it. I grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. I heard him gasp, and I did the same. I wanted his fingers inside me again, but I still couldn't get myself to say a word. I was still stroking his cock, and Sumon was rubbing my clit faster. With his other hand, he reached forward and undid the knot at the front of the robe. The robe parted, and my tits fell out. He didn't reach for them just yet. Instead he moved his free hand to push a finger inside me again, while his occupied one continued to rub my clit.
"I can't control myself." I said, pushing him away and getting up.
I was standing with my robe now completely open, my naked body once again exposed for my Sister's son. Yet he paid it no attention, his eyes were completely locked on mine as he held his breath and waited for what I had to say. I stood and he sat motionless for a moment, his cock still hard and obscene in its enormity.
"Why, Sumon...?" I finally said, closing the distance between us. "Why are you making me do this?" My face was so close to his, feeling his warm breath on my lips. I closed the last remaining distance between us, and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I gave up completely.
I couldn't let this go.
I couldn't let him go.
The kisses grew in intensity, and this time I was the one to push my tongue into his mouth. He stood up to wrap his arms around my body and pulled me close to him, my naked breasts pressing tightly against his chest as his hands moved to encircle my hips before possessively groping my ass. We made out passionately, right there against the kitchen table, before I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees.
He moved the chair to readjust his position, facing me better, and I looked up at him behind his massive, hard-as-steel cock. He wanted it from me, and I wanted to give it to him. I bent forward and kissed the precum-leaking head, before running my tongue along his shift and finally taking him into my mouth. He managed to somehow get even harder, and I bobbed my head over half his length, looking him directly in his eyes.
His face had an expression of immense pleasure, and I wondered what was going through his head. His mother's Sister, the woman he'd crushed on for years, the woman that he considered to be his aunt and one that would sometimes pick him up from college when his mom had to work overtime, the woman that would bring him candy as a kid and one that would affectionately plant kisses on his cheek all the time, the woman he'd modeled his entire taste in girls on and whose body he'd been lusting after ever since he hit puberty - that same woman, fourteen years older than him, was on her knees, hungrily swallowing his dick for the third time.
I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time, letting his cock enter my throat and sloppily moving my head to and fro between his legs. I'd asked him earlier why he was making me do this, but I hadn't expected an answer. He wasn't exactly in a state of being able to answer any questions either, my lips and mouth applying a vacuum seal around the length of his hard and now slick cock. He was lost in the pleasure I brought him with my mouth,
I'd wanted to suck his dick earlier when I caught him jerking off onto my bra, but had held back. I was realizing now, however, that there really was no point. I clearly had no self control around him, and if the thought of giving him a morning blowjob had planted itself in my head, he was going to get one no matter how much I tried pushing it away.
Right there on the kitchen floor, I sucked him off, having no intentions of stopping till he filled my mouth with another one of his massive loads. I brought one of my hands that I'd planted on his thighs forth to stroke his shaft while I'd pulled back to suck on his head, and that's when he exploded again, returning my favor of making him breakfast by feeding me my own.
I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to warn me anymore, but he knew that already. He knew at this point that I would swallow regardless, and that's exactly what I did, letting him fire jet after jet of thick semen into my mouth while I formed a tight seal around his head with my lips. When my cheeks began to bloat from the sheer quantity he unloaded, I pulled back and swallowed, now stroking him directly into my wide open mouth instead.
I stood back up once he finished, running my tongue around the insides of my mouth to gulp down any leftover bands of cum, and took a seat next to him, facing him. My body was still fully on display between the parted robe, and Sumon was eyeing it under heavy breaths, taking a moment to relax in his post-orgasmic state. I made no move to tie the robe again, letting him stare at my jutting breasts, my nipples hard while I picked my coffee back up to sip.
"Did you always fantasize about me?" I asked him, my thoughts from yesterday to end the sexual nature of our relationship for now a distant one.
"Well..." Sumon thought over his answer, clearly a little embarrassed, despite having cum in my mouth just a minute prior.
"I had a hunch, you know? Over the years, I've noticed you staring at my tits more times than I can keep count of." I smiled teasingly at him. His breathing had normalized and he had a shy smile on his face now. "You didn't even hold back with your mother around!"
"Well, you're just so beautiful. It's... hard not to look." I could easily get away with thinking Sumon was trying to flirt, but the innocence in his voice let me know that he was just being completely honest. "And you'd always come over wearing those low neck tops. And, well, there was always a lot of... a lot to stare at." He finished, eyeing my sizable, bare chest and intimating what he meant.
"So a little cleavage's all it takes with you?" I continued to tease him, smiling throughout our conversation.
Sumon paused for a bit before responding, clearly a little surprised with how contrasting my demeanor today was compared to yesterday's.
"It's not exactly 'a little'." He said, taking his time to answer and once again eyeing my tits. I thought to tease him further, but then figured he had a point.
"Do you remember a couple days after your eighteenth birthday, I came over late at night to hand a file to your mom? You answered the door and I was wearing a grey, low cut top with nothing underneath."
"Yes, I, uhh... masturbated twice that night." Sumon looked down to the floor, feeling awkward in his confession.
"You masturbate thinking of me?" I asked mindlessly. I knew he'd always probably fantasized, so busting nuts to the thought of me shouldn't have been too surprising.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm sorry." Sumon confessed again. "You're just... really, really hot."
His compliments weren't going unnoticed, and I felt this sick version of pride knowing my body at thirty-two was making an eighteen year old jerk his cock off despite all that access to girls much younger and, well, porn.
"So you're telling, every time I'd come over wearing something... pleasing... you'd be masturbating in your room later that day to thoughts of me?" I kept my line of questioning going. I was having fun, and Sumon's eyes had returned from the floor right back onto my body.
"Not every time. But... most of the time." Sumon answered with complete honesty again. I felt as if I could get him to tell me anything in the moment, as long as I asked.
"And what about this morning?"
"What do you mean?" The embarrassment suddenly returned to his face and he looked back down.
"You in your room, my bra in your hands?"
"I... I always wanted to do that."
"You always wanted to masturbate on my bra?"
"It's... kind of a fantasy. I always thought that since I'd never get to do anything with you, I could at least get your bra or panties." Sumon continued to confess his fantasies one after another. "... And use them to make the fantasy of you a bit more... real? It had been stuck in my head since forever but I never got the chance. Until this morning. I woke up hard from memories of last night. You were asleep and I didn't know if I could just... see or touch you again. At least without asking first. So I snooped through your stuff and found your bra. I'm very, very sorry about that. I'll never do it again. I just wanted to relieve myself, and after what we did last night, just using my hands wasn't going to be enough."
I took a minute to consider his words. It must have taken a lot of courage to be as honest with me as he was, considering the topic.
"And I spoiled your fantasy..." I finally said, feeling a tinge of guilt for taking away my bra from him earlier.
"No, no. It wasn't your f-"
"Go to the bedroom," I cut him off before he could finish, catching him by surprise.
"Why? Do you need me to get you anything?"
"I don't need anything, but you'll get what you want." I smiled, on course to redeem myself.
"What do you mean?"
"The bags you snooped through earlier. Go snoop through them again. Pick a bra of your choice, and maybe even a pair of panties. Then bring them back here with you." My smile widened.
"You're... you're serious?" Sumon asked in amazement.
"Yes, now go before I change my mind."
Sumon jumped off his seat and ran to the bedroom, clearly unbothered by the fact that he was bottomless, his now soft-cock dangling between his legs. A minute later he returned with a black, satin combination set, one of my favorites. He had good taste, I thought, before noticing that his cock that had been soft when leaving had returned to complete hardness upon arrival.
"You're a smart guy. I think you've figured out why I asked you to get these." I said as Sumon sat down on the chair again. He smiled and looked away, adorably embarrassed of the situation once again, which I found very amusing. This eighteen year old had fucked me, sucked on my tits, felt my ass and shot multiple loads of cum into my mouth, and I was yet to barely put a dent in how shy he felt around me. "So why don't you pick up where I left you off this morning?"
Sumon continued to look away at first, but eventually the excitement of the moment won over the embarrassment he felt as he heeded my words. He turned to face me again, before wrapping the black, satin bra around his hard cock and beginning to jerk himself. Letting a man so much younger confess and then live out his fantasies involving me had turned me on beyond control, and soon I found myself parting my legs and starting to play with my clit, mutually masturbating with him.
He continued to vigorously stroke his cock with my bra, but his eyes had completely shifted to between my legs, watching me play with myself. I'd brought down my other hand to slide a finger inside me, while the first still continued to toy with my clit. I saw Sumon's breathing get deeper, and his eyes fill with the same lust and passion he'd fucked me the night prior with.
"Like what you see?" I teased him openly at this point, biting my lip. The taboo of mutually masturbating with my Sister's son in her kitchen coupled with everything we'd done already was making me feel things I'd never felt before.
"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen." Sumon replied, now completely overtaken with lust, watching me finger myself right opposite to him.
"I don't know, I think we can make it hotter." I stopped and got up, grabbing his cock with my bra wrapped around it. "Come with me."
I took him to Aparna's bedroom again, making him take a seat by the edge of the bed with my bra still wrapped around his cock. I stood in front of him and let the robe I was wearing fall off completely, my body now completely in the nude for him again. Sumon resumed stroking his cock with my bra at the sight, but I had other plans at this point. I sat on top of him, pushing him back into the bed and leaning over him. I brought my lips to his mouth, before grabbing his cock and guiding it inside my now completely drenched pussy, taking him in. Sumon moaned into my mouth, feeling my wet walls enclose around his cock and I broke apart our kiss and started riding.
I didn't know how I could justify any of this anymore. Last night was meant to be the last time, and yet here I was right the next morning with him balls-deep inside of me. At one moment I'd be contemplating how wrong all of it was, and the next I'd have his cock in one of my orifices. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to think. I decided to let it go for now, just focusing on the pleasure.
"You like that?" I asked, raising my ass off his crotch till only his tip remained inside before slamming back down with force, again and again.
"Yes, god, yes." Sumon moaned his approval.
"Mmm... I love it too." I moaned back, riding him nice and deep.
His cock stretched my pussy lewdly, and trails of my wetness ran down its length with every ascent. I leaned forward, bringing my tits into Sumon's face and letting him play with them.
"Fuck me, Sumon." I said a minute later as I rolled over, taking him over me.
Sumon quickly readjusted himself and started to fuck my pussy in long and fast strokes. His eyes were fixed on my bouncing tits again while I looked up at him and thought to myself, look at him using his Masi for his pleasure. Using her tight, drenched cunt and big, sweaty tits to get his rocks off. The thought turned me on even more, and I felt myself close to coming.
"Yes! Keeping fucking me." I screamed.
Sumon grabbed my tits and squeezed them, hard and possessively. My nipples were achingly erect, with his palms grazing their pointy surfaces as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him have his way with me. Another minute of hard, fast fucking later I came, undulating under his body, my eyes rolling back.
I let him fuck me through it, till I returned back down and rolled him over again. Bouncing my ass up and down his huge cock, I moaned, leaning forward and instructing him to suck on my nipples. He grabbed each breast and did as asked, before pulling away with an extremely straining expression.
"I'm going to cum." He managed to mutter.
"Come here." I quickly got off his cock and jumped off the bed, getting on my knees on the floor. Sumon followed and stood in front of me, his cock twitching and an angry, purple in color. "Jerk yourself in my mouth." I instructed, opening wide and pushing my tongue out for him.
Sumon once again did as told, pointing his cock down towards my outstretched tongue and stroking himself. Just a couple strokes later he groaned desperately, his balls contracting as he shot his second load of the day into my open mouth. I let him empty his nuts completely, swallowing twice to keep my mouth from overflowing. Once his last stream painted my tongue, I opened wide and let Sumon see the giant pool of his semen filling my oral cavity. I closed my mouth and took a deep gulp, smacking my lips and shutting my eyes before opening wide again to show him a now empty mouth.
Sumon sighed exasperatedly, unable to process just how hot the sight in front of him was - his Masi on her knees, her juicy tits, massive ass and tight body on full display in front of him as she swallowed an obscene amount of his pearly, white cum. I giggled, licking my lips and planting a last kiss on the head of his cock as Sumon lost power in his legs, involuntarily letting himself fall to take a seat on the bed.
A small moment of awkwardness filled the room, the both of us thinking, 'What now?' I stood up, letting Sumon watch the body of his dreams in all its naked glory as it rose.
I was dumbstruck
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