13-01-2026, 09:36 PM
Chapter 35: Pop!
Pop!
The sound echoed through the quiet California home as Latha’s lips released from around Ashok’s cock, the wet suction breaking with a noise that made her giggle with childlike delight. Her dark eyes sparkled with newfound discovery as she looked up at him from her kneeling position.
Pop!
“Did you hear that, Anna?” she asked, her accent thickening with excitement. “I can make this funny noise with my mouth.” She wrapped her lips around him again and pulled back with deliberate slowness, creating another satisfying pop that made her shoulders shake with laughter.
Pop!
The popping sound echoed even louder like a champagne cork, though the source was far more intimate.
Ashok groaned, both from the sensation and the innocent enthusiasm with which she approached this most forbidden of acts. His hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of her long black hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that surprised even him.
“You’re a quick learner,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Before Ashok could prepare, she wrapped her full lips around his shaft once more, creating a seal, then pulled back with deliberate slowness until the suction broke with another distinct pop. The sound delighted her, and she laughed again, the innocent joy on her face a startling contrast to the decidedly adult act she was performing. “You like that sound, don’t you?” Ashok asked, his voice thick with arousal as he stroked her long black hair.
“Do you like it when I do that to you, Anna?” she asked in return, her eyes searching his face with genuine curiosity. The question carried no artifice, only a sincere desire to understand his pleasure.
Her fingers traced the underside of his shaft with feather-light pressure, exploring the texture and contours with the same careful attention she might give to learning a new craft.
Ashok felt his chest tighten at the innocence in her question. Even now, kneeling before him in this most intimate of acts, there was something pure about Latha that both aroused and unsettled him. Her approach to these carnal lessons had been like that of a diligent student, eager, attentive, and determined to excel.
“Yes,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I like it very much.”
Her face brightened with satisfaction. The approval clearly meant everything to her. She positioned herself more comfortably between his legs, cotton nightdress she wore clung softly to her curves.
“Then I will do it more,” she declared with determination, as if mastering a particularly challenging yoga pose. With newfound determination, she wrapped her lips around him again, this time adding a gentle suction as she pulled back, creating an even louder pop that echoed through the quiet house. Ashok closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of her eager experimentation.
Her hands gripped his thighs firmly, anchoring herself as she leaned forward again. This time she took him deeper, her technique improving with each attempt. Ashok watched as her lips stretched around him, the sight almost unbearably erotic. The contrast between her innocent enthusiasm and the taboo nature of what they were doing sent waves of guilt and desire crashing through him. His surrogate mother, the woman carrying his child, on her knees before him, treating his pleasure as a sacred duty to be mastered.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his fingers threading through her silky hair. “You’re doing so well.”
“You want to learn to make more noise, with that mouth dear?”
“hmm yes… yes Anna.”
His words held double meaning. Ashok wanted to teach Latha new ways to please him with her mouth, but he was also genuinely fascinated by her innocent approach to sexuality. Every act was a discovery for her, each sensation a revelation.
“I want to learn everything,” Latha said, her eyes wide with earnest determination. She sat back on her heels, her nightdress riding up slightly to reveal her smooth brown thighs.
“Show me how to make you feel good, Anna.” Ashok’s cock throbbed at her words. The mixture of deference in her voice, calling him “Anna,” the respectful term for an older brother, combined with her submissive posture created an intoxicating power dynamic that he couldn’t resist.
“Open your mouth wider,” he instructed, his voice gentle but firm. “And use your tongue along the underside when you take me in.
Latha obeyed eagerly, parting her lips wider as she took him into her mouth once more. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his shaft, exploring the prominent vein that ran its length. The sensation made Ashok’s hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her welcoming mouth.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hand gently cupping the back of her head. “Just like that.”
The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, and Ashok inhaled sharply at the improved sensation.
“That’s perfect,” he groaned, his head falling back slightly. “Now try moving up and down while keeping your tongue pressed against me.”
Latha eagerly complied, bobbing her head up and down while maintaining pressure with her tongue. In her enthusiasm to please him, she took him deeper than before, and suddenly her eyes widened as his cock hit the back of her throat. A muffled choking sound escaped her as she gagged, her throat constricting around his tip.
She pulled back quickly, her eyes watering, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” she gasped, looking up at him with embarrassment. “Did I do it wrong?”
Ashok felt a surge of both concern and arousal at her distress. The sight of her flushed cheeks and teary eyes stirred something primal in him, even as he reached out to gently stroke her hair.
“No, no, you didn’t.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as Ashok gently pushed his cock all the way down her throat again and his cock hit the back of her throat, triggering an immediate gag reflex, again.
“Khhhkk!” The harsh, strangled sound erupted from her throat as she pulled back quickly, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes watered instantly, and she looked up at Ashok with confusion and embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” she gasped, catching her breath.
“Don’t say sorry, that’s exactly the sound I wanted to hear.” He looked at her proudly.
“You like that sound?” Latha asked, her voice thickening with desire as she watched his confusion transform into understanding.
“That’s good,” Ashok said, his voice gentle yet commanding. “The gagging means you’re taking me deeper. It’s a natural reaction.”
Latha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes still watery but determined. She nodded, absorbing this new information with the same earnestness she’d shown when learning to dbang a saree properly or prepare Ashok’s favorite sambar.
“I want to try again,” she said, her accent thickening with determination. “I want to make you feel good, Anna.”
Ashok felt a fresh wave of desire wash over him at her words. The contrast between her innocent eagerness and the decidedly carnal act they were engaged in sent blood rushing to his already hardened cock.
“It’s okay,” Ashok reassured her, his voice gentle despite the fire in his veins.
“That’s what happens sometimes when you take someone deep in your throat. Some men actually enjoy that sound.
Pop!
The sound echoed through the quiet California home as Latha’s lips released from around Ashok’s cock, the wet suction breaking with a noise that made her giggle with childlike delight. Her dark eyes sparkled with newfound discovery as she looked up at him from her kneeling position.
Pop!
“Did you hear that, Anna?” she asked, her accent thickening with excitement. “I can make this funny noise with my mouth.” She wrapped her lips around him again and pulled back with deliberate slowness, creating another satisfying pop that made her shoulders shake with laughter.
Pop!
The popping sound echoed even louder like a champagne cork, though the source was far more intimate.
Ashok groaned, both from the sensation and the innocent enthusiasm with which she approached this most forbidden of acts. His hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of her long black hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that surprised even him.
“You’re a quick learner,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Before Ashok could prepare, she wrapped her full lips around his shaft once more, creating a seal, then pulled back with deliberate slowness until the suction broke with another distinct pop. The sound delighted her, and she laughed again, the innocent joy on her face a startling contrast to the decidedly adult act she was performing. “You like that sound, don’t you?” Ashok asked, his voice thick with arousal as he stroked her long black hair.
“Do you like it when I do that to you, Anna?” she asked in return, her eyes searching his face with genuine curiosity. The question carried no artifice, only a sincere desire to understand his pleasure.
Her fingers traced the underside of his shaft with feather-light pressure, exploring the texture and contours with the same careful attention she might give to learning a new craft.
Ashok felt his chest tighten at the innocence in her question. Even now, kneeling before him in this most intimate of acts, there was something pure about Latha that both aroused and unsettled him. Her approach to these carnal lessons had been like that of a diligent student, eager, attentive, and determined to excel.
“Yes,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I like it very much.”
Her face brightened with satisfaction. The approval clearly meant everything to her. She positioned herself more comfortably between his legs, cotton nightdress she wore clung softly to her curves.
“Then I will do it more,” she declared with determination, as if mastering a particularly challenging yoga pose. With newfound determination, she wrapped her lips around him again, this time adding a gentle suction as she pulled back, creating an even louder pop that echoed through the quiet house. Ashok closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of her eager experimentation.
Her hands gripped his thighs firmly, anchoring herself as she leaned forward again. This time she took him deeper, her technique improving with each attempt. Ashok watched as her lips stretched around him, the sight almost unbearably erotic. The contrast between her innocent enthusiasm and the taboo nature of what they were doing sent waves of guilt and desire crashing through him. His surrogate mother, the woman carrying his child, on her knees before him, treating his pleasure as a sacred duty to be mastered.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his fingers threading through her silky hair. “You’re doing so well.”
“You want to learn to make more noise, with that mouth dear?”
“hmm yes… yes Anna.”
His words held double meaning. Ashok wanted to teach Latha new ways to please him with her mouth, but he was also genuinely fascinated by her innocent approach to sexuality. Every act was a discovery for her, each sensation a revelation.
“I want to learn everything,” Latha said, her eyes wide with earnest determination. She sat back on her heels, her nightdress riding up slightly to reveal her smooth brown thighs.
“Show me how to make you feel good, Anna.” Ashok’s cock throbbed at her words. The mixture of deference in her voice, calling him “Anna,” the respectful term for an older brother, combined with her submissive posture created an intoxicating power dynamic that he couldn’t resist.
“Open your mouth wider,” he instructed, his voice gentle but firm. “And use your tongue along the underside when you take me in.
Latha obeyed eagerly, parting her lips wider as she took him into her mouth once more. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his shaft, exploring the prominent vein that ran its length. The sensation made Ashok’s hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her welcoming mouth.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hand gently cupping the back of her head. “Just like that.”
The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, and Ashok inhaled sharply at the improved sensation.
“That’s perfect,” he groaned, his head falling back slightly. “Now try moving up and down while keeping your tongue pressed against me.”
Latha eagerly complied, bobbing her head up and down while maintaining pressure with her tongue. In her enthusiasm to please him, she took him deeper than before, and suddenly her eyes widened as his cock hit the back of her throat. A muffled choking sound escaped her as she gagged, her throat constricting around his tip.
She pulled back quickly, her eyes watering, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” she gasped, looking up at him with embarrassment. “Did I do it wrong?”
Ashok felt a surge of both concern and arousal at her distress. The sight of her flushed cheeks and teary eyes stirred something primal in him, even as he reached out to gently stroke her hair.
“No, no, you didn’t.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as Ashok gently pushed his cock all the way down her throat again and his cock hit the back of her throat, triggering an immediate gag reflex, again.
“Khhhkk!” The harsh, strangled sound erupted from her throat as she pulled back quickly, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes watered instantly, and she looked up at Ashok with confusion and embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” she gasped, catching her breath.
“Don’t say sorry, that’s exactly the sound I wanted to hear.” He looked at her proudly.
“You like that sound?” Latha asked, her voice thickening with desire as she watched his confusion transform into understanding.
“That’s good,” Ashok said, his voice gentle yet commanding. “The gagging means you’re taking me deeper. It’s a natural reaction.”
Latha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes still watery but determined. She nodded, absorbing this new information with the same earnestness she’d shown when learning to dbang a saree properly or prepare Ashok’s favorite sambar.
“I want to try again,” she said, her accent thickening with determination. “I want to make you feel good, Anna.”
Ashok felt a fresh wave of desire wash over him at her words. The contrast between her innocent eagerness and the decidedly carnal act they were engaged in sent blood rushing to his already hardened cock.
“It’s okay,” Ashok reassured her, his voice gentle despite the fire in his veins.
“That’s what happens sometimes when you take someone deep in your throat. Some men actually enjoy that sound.
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