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Chapter 5: Uncle Lim (Act 2)
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the bustling streets. Lina locked the door of the massage parlor, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. The day had been long, her body weary from kneading the tensions out of her clients’ muscles. She sighed, her breath visible in the cool evening air, and turned to head home.
But as she stepped off the curb, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Uncle Lim, the elderly owner of the parlor, his frail frame hunched under the weight of his years.
“Lina,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I need to talk to you.”
Her heart sank. The last time they had been alone together, things had spiraled out of control. She still felt the ghost of his hands on her skin, the memory of his desperate need pressing against her lips. She had thought it was over, that the doorbell had saved her from crossing a line she couldn’t uncross. But here he was, his eyes red-rimmed and wet with tears.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… I lost control. I’ve been a fool.”
Lina’s chest tightened. Uncle Lim had always been kind to her, treating her like a daughter. He was a widower, alone in the world, and she knew his loneliness ran deep. But his advances had terrified her, and the thought of him touching her again made her stomach churn.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “It’s in the past. Let’s just forget it.”
But Uncle Lim wouldn’t let it go. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, its blade glinting under the streetlight. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as he held it out, his hand shaking.
“I can’t live like this,” he said, his voice a raw whisper. “This… this thing between my legs, it’s ruined me. I’ve tried to cut it off, but I can’t. I’m too weak. I’m a monster.”
Lina’s eyes widened in horror. “No, Uncle! Don’t!” She lunged forward, grabbing his wrist before he could do anything irreversible. “Please, don’t do this. There’s another way.”
He looked at her, his eyes filled with despair. “What other way is there? I’m old, Lina. I’m useless. I just want… I just want to feel something before I die.”
Her heart ached for him, but she couldn’t let him hurt himself. “Come with me,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “Let’s talk. You need help, Uncle. Professional help.”
He hesitated, then nodded, allowing her to lead him back into the parlor. She guided him to one of the massage rooms, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the space. The air smelled faintly of lavender and sandalwood, a soothing contrast to the tension between them. Uncle Lim sat on the edge of the massage table, his shoulders slumped. Lina perched on a stool across from him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
“Uncle” she began, choosing her words carefully, “what happened the other day… it wasn’t right. You know that, don’t you?”
He nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I know. I’ve thought of nothing else. I’ve disgraced myself. I’ve disgraced you.”
“You haven’t disgraced me,” she said gently. “But you need to get help. This… this obsession with your body, it’s not healthy. You’re not a monster. You’re just… lonely.”
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading. “I am lonely, Lina. So lonely. I haven’t touched another person in twenty years. Not since my wife died. And now… now I’m desperate. I just want to feel alive one last time.”
Lina’s throat tightened. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering. Her mind raced, torn between her compassion for him and her own fears. She thought of her husband, Rahim, his tired face and the way he struggled to satisfy her. She thought of her own unfulfilled desires, the ache that had grown inside her since the last time Lim had touched her.
“Uncle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t… I can’t do what you’re asking. It’s not right.”
He reached into his pocket again, this time pulling out a packet of condoms. “I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice desperate. “I’ll wear protection. I just want to… to hold you, to feel your skin against mine. To taste your breasts, to have you kiss me. To make love with you from behind, just once, before I die.”
Lina’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her legs. She wanted to say no, to stand firm, but the look in his eyes, the raw need, it broke her. She was trapped between her morals and her desire to ease his pain.
“Okay,” she heard herself say, the word slipping out before she could stop it. “Okay, but only if you promise to get help afterward. And you have to wear a condom.”
Uncle Lim's ’s face lit up with hope, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Lina. Thank you. I promise, I’ll get help. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She stood, her legs trembling, and walked to the door, locking it behind her. There was no turning back now. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “And lie down on the table.”
Uncle Lim did as he was told, his movements slow and deliberate. His body was thin, his skin loose and wrinkled, but his cock stood proud and thick out of his small brief, a stark contrast to his frail frame. Lina’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him, her mind flooding with conflicting emotions. She approached the table, her hands shaking as she reached for the hem of her loose blouse. She pulled it over her head, revealing her bra, the lace barely containing her full breasts.
Uncle Lim’s eyes widened, his breath quickening as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples were hard, protruding from her chest, and she felt a flush of embarrassment mixed with arousal.
“You’re beautiful,” Uncle Lim whispered, his voice hoarse.
Lina said nothing, stepping out of her skirt and panties, her body exposed to his gaze. She felt vulnerable, but there was a strange power in it too, a power she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She climbed onto the table, kneeling beside him, her breasts hovering just above his chest. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, her hands tangling in his gray hair. The kiss was soft, tentative, but Lim’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his loin, her breath hot against his skin.
She undid his briefs, freeing his large dick from its confines. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its thickness and length. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Uncle Lim let out a low moan, his head thrown back in pleasure. Lina sucked and stroked him, her pussy growing wet with desire. She kept sucking hard and touched herself, moaning around his dick.
“Do you have the condom?” she murmured. He nodded, his hands fumbling with the packet. She took it from him, tearing it open with her teeth, and rolled it down his length. His cock twitched in her hands, thick and heavy, and she felt a surge of desire mixed with reluctance.
She straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she positioned herself above him. She lowered herself slowly, his cock filling her, stretching her in a way Rahim never could. She gasped, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size.
“Lina,” Uncle Lim whispered, his hands roaming over her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
She began to move, her hips rocking gently, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Uncle Lim’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder, his cock burying deep inside her. She moaned, the sound escaping her lips despite her efforts to stay quiet.
“Faster,” he urged, his voice desperate. “Please, faster.”
She obliged, her movements becoming more urgent, her body responding to his need. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples aching for his mouth.
“Suck them,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Please, suck my breasts.”
Uncle Lim didn’t hesitate, his lips closing around one nipple, his tongue swirling as he sucked gently. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips moving faster.
“Oh god, Uncle,” she moaned. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
He switched to the other breast, his hands gripping her ass as he thrust upward, meeting her movements. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, the slickness of their skin, the rhythm of their desire.
“Lina,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum inside you.”
“No,” she gasped, her hands pressing against his chest. “The condom. You promised.”
He nodded, his eyes wild with need, and pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound. She turned, kneeling on all fours, her ass presented to him.
“From behind,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Like you wanted.”
Uncle Lim didn’t hesitate, positioning himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust back inside her. She cried out, the angle hitting a spot deep within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock pounding into her relentlessly. The massage table creaked under their weight, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air.
“I’m close,” he groaned, his voice tight. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her body tense, on the edge of release. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, his hands squeezing her breasts as he thrust deeper, his cock filling her completely. She screamed as her orgasm hit, her body shaking, her walls clenching around him.
“Lina,” he roared, his own release following, his cum filling the condom as he emptied himself inside her. They collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Uncle Lim rolled off her, his body spent, and lay beside her, his hand reaching for hers.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Lina.”
She said nothing, her mind reeling, her emotions a tangled mess. She had crossed a line, a line she had sworn never to cross, but she had done it for him, to ease his pain.
As she dressed, her hands trembling, she knew this was the end. She couldn’t do this again, couldn’t risk her marriage, her integrity. But as she looked at Uncle Lim, his face peaceful for the first time in years, she couldn’t regret it either. She left the parlor, the night air cool against her skin, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done. The chapter was closed, but the story was far from over.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the bustling streets. Lina locked the door of the massage parlor, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. The day had been long, her body weary from kneading the tensions out of her clients’ muscles. She sighed, her breath visible in the cool evening air, and turned to head home.
But as she stepped off the curb, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was Uncle Lim, the elderly owner of the parlor, his frail frame hunched under the weight of his years.
“Lina,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I need to talk to you.”
Her heart sank. The last time they had been alone together, things had spiraled out of control. She still felt the ghost of his hands on her skin, the memory of his desperate need pressing against her lips. She had thought it was over, that the doorbell had saved her from crossing a line she couldn’t uncross. But here he was, his eyes red-rimmed and wet with tears.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… I lost control. I’ve been a fool.”
Lina’s chest tightened. Uncle Lim had always been kind to her, treating her like a daughter. He was a widower, alone in the world, and she knew his loneliness ran deep. But his advances had terrified her, and the thought of him touching her again made her stomach churn.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “It’s in the past. Let’s just forget it.”
But Uncle Lim wouldn’t let it go. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, its blade glinting under the streetlight. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as he held it out, his hand shaking.
“I can’t live like this,” he said, his voice a raw whisper. “This… this thing between my legs, it’s ruined me. I’ve tried to cut it off, but I can’t. I’m too weak. I’m a monster.”
Lina’s eyes widened in horror. “No, Uncle! Don’t!” She lunged forward, grabbing his wrist before he could do anything irreversible. “Please, don’t do this. There’s another way.”
He looked at her, his eyes filled with despair. “What other way is there? I’m old, Lina. I’m useless. I just want… I just want to feel something before I die.”
Her heart ached for him, but she couldn’t let him hurt himself. “Come with me,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “Let’s talk. You need help, Uncle. Professional help.”
He hesitated, then nodded, allowing her to lead him back into the parlor. She guided him to one of the massage rooms, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the space. The air smelled faintly of lavender and sandalwood, a soothing contrast to the tension between them. Uncle Lim sat on the edge of the massage table, his shoulders slumped. Lina perched on a stool across from him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
“Uncle” she began, choosing her words carefully, “what happened the other day… it wasn’t right. You know that, don’t you?”
He nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I know. I’ve thought of nothing else. I’ve disgraced myself. I’ve disgraced you.”
“You haven’t disgraced me,” she said gently. “But you need to get help. This… this obsession with your body, it’s not healthy. You’re not a monster. You’re just… lonely.”
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading. “I am lonely, Lina. So lonely. I haven’t touched another person in twenty years. Not since my wife died. And now… now I’m desperate. I just want to feel alive one last time.”
Lina’s throat tightened. She knew what he was asking, what he was offering. Her mind raced, torn between her compassion for him and her own fears. She thought of her husband, Rahim, his tired face and the way he struggled to satisfy her. She thought of her own unfulfilled desires, the ache that had grown inside her since the last time Lim had touched her.
“Uncle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t… I can’t do what you’re asking. It’s not right.”
He reached into his pocket again, this time pulling out a packet of condoms. “I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice desperate. “I’ll wear protection. I just want to… to hold you, to feel your skin against mine. To taste your breasts, to have you kiss me. To make love with you from behind, just once, before I die.”
Lina’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her legs. She wanted to say no, to stand firm, but the look in his eyes, the raw need, it broke her. She was trapped between her morals and her desire to ease his pain.
“Okay,” she heard herself say, the word slipping out before she could stop it. “Okay, but only if you promise to get help afterward. And you have to wear a condom.”
Uncle Lim's ’s face lit up with hope, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Lina. Thank you. I promise, I’ll get help. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She stood, her legs trembling, and walked to the door, locking it behind her. There was no turning back now. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “And lie down on the table.”
Uncle Lim did as he was told, his movements slow and deliberate. His body was thin, his skin loose and wrinkled, but his cock stood proud and thick out of his small brief, a stark contrast to his frail frame. Lina’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him, her mind flooding with conflicting emotions. She approached the table, her hands shaking as she reached for the hem of her loose blouse. She pulled it over her head, revealing her bra, the lace barely containing her full breasts.
Uncle Lim’s eyes widened, his breath quickening as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples were hard, protruding from her chest, and she felt a flush of embarrassment mixed with arousal.
“You’re beautiful,” Uncle Lim whispered, his voice hoarse.
Lina said nothing, stepping out of her skirt and panties, her body exposed to his gaze. She felt vulnerable, but there was a strange power in it too, a power she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She climbed onto the table, kneeling beside him, her breasts hovering just above his chest. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his, her hands tangling in his gray hair. The kiss was soft, tentative, but Lim’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his loin, her breath hot against his skin.
She undid his briefs, freeing his large dick from its confines. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling its thickness and length. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Uncle Lim let out a low moan, his head thrown back in pleasure. Lina sucked and stroked him, her pussy growing wet with desire. She kept sucking hard and touched herself, moaning around his dick.
“Do you have the condom?” she murmured. He nodded, his hands fumbling with the packet. She took it from him, tearing it open with her teeth, and rolled it down his length. His cock twitched in her hands, thick and heavy, and she felt a surge of desire mixed with reluctance.
She straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she positioned herself above him. She lowered herself slowly, his cock filling her, stretching her in a way Rahim never could. She gasped, her head falling back as she adjusted to his size.
“Lina,” Uncle Lim whispered, his hands roaming over her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
She began to move, her hips rocking gently, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Uncle Lim’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder, his cock burying deep inside her. She moaned, the sound escaping her lips despite her efforts to stay quiet.
“Faster,” he urged, his voice desperate. “Please, faster.”
She obliged, her movements becoming more urgent, her body responding to his need. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples aching for his mouth.
“Suck them,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Please, suck my breasts.”
Uncle Lim didn’t hesitate, his lips closing around one nipple, his tongue swirling as he sucked gently. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips moving faster.
“Oh god, Uncle,” she moaned. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
He switched to the other breast, his hands gripping her ass as he thrust upward, meeting her movements. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, the slickness of their skin, the rhythm of their desire.
“Lina,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum inside you.”
“No,” she gasped, her hands pressing against his chest. “The condom. You promised.”
He nodded, his eyes wild with need, and pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound. She turned, kneeling on all fours, her ass presented to him.
“From behind,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Like you wanted.”
Uncle Lim didn’t hesitate, positioning himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust back inside her. She cried out, the angle hitting a spot deep within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock pounding into her relentlessly. The massage table creaked under their weight, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air.
“I’m close,” he groaned, his voice tight. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her body tense, on the edge of release. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, his hands squeezing her breasts as he thrust deeper, his cock filling her completely. She screamed as her orgasm hit, her body shaking, her walls clenching around him.
“Lina,” he roared, his own release following, his cum filling the condom as he emptied himself inside her. They collapsed onto the table, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Uncle Lim rolled off her, his body spent, and lay beside her, his hand reaching for hers.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Lina.”
She said nothing, her mind reeling, her emotions a tangled mess. She had crossed a line, a line she had sworn never to cross, but she had done it for him, to ease his pain.
As she dressed, her hands trembling, she knew this was the end. She couldn’t do this again, couldn’t risk her marriage, her integrity. But as she looked at Uncle Lim, his face peaceful for the first time in years, she couldn’t regret it either. She left the parlor, the night air cool against her skin, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done. The chapter was closed, but the story was far from over.
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