#28
“You naughty boy,” Morgana purred. “Have you done this a lot?”
“Not a lot,” I said. “Only those that pique my interest.”
“So I piqued your interest then,”
“Was that a bad thing to say?”
“No.” She shook her head, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “I’m happy you find me interesting, enough to fuck me. Although… I’m not sure how to explain this to my son.”
“Ally? Ah…” I stammered, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t think you need to tell him. I mean—”
Why the hell would she tell him? What would Ally think if he found out I just fucked his mother? The idea of it made my stomach twist in a way I couldn’t quite explain. This was a disaster waiting to happen. The kind of disaster that would end friendships. Destroy everything.
“No can do, sweetie.” Morgana’s tone was serious now. Her fingers lightly traced my chin, to my lips, her eyes locked with mine. She was smiling, like she didn’t fully realize what we were talking about.
“If Ally finds out and I’ve kept this from him, he’ll kill me. Not to mention, Milly saw us together. I bet she’s been telling people about you and me now… You can never shut her up.”
I winced from that. Although I don’t care if people saw me having sex with women, too late for that with what I just pulled in front of the others with Aunt Melissa. Rodrigo didn’t mind. But I don’t know if Ally is the same. Not to mention, Ally seems like a good man and friend.
“But… Ally will get angry at me.” I asked, my voice uncertain. The thought clung to me like a shadow. What if Ally freaked out? What if this whole thing turned into a mess?
Morgana’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Why would he?” she asked as if the very thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She said it like it was nothing—like of course, this would be okay. “You don’t need to worry about that. As long as I’m honest with him, he’ll forgive me.”
“I mean… not you, but me? He’ll beat me up.” I chuckled dryly, though the humor didn’t quite reach my eyes.
I snorted softly to myself. I didn’t think Ally could take me in a fight, but the last thing I wanted was to lose a friend over this.
Haah, sometimes I don’t think things through…
But Morgana was staring at me like I’d just said something ridiculous.
Morgana just tilted her head, completely unfazed. “Why would he beat you up?” she asked again, as though trying to understand some foreign concept.
I could feel my face flush. I could feel her confusion piercing through me like I wasn’t even speaking the same language. She was so calm about this, so… unaffected. Like none of it was a big deal.
I wasn’t sure if I envied her or if I just hated how easily she brushed it off.
“Aunt, listen,” I said, my voice tightening with the frustration I hadn’t realized I was holding back. “You’re his mother. I’m… I’m his friend. And I just fucked you.”
“I didn’t know that a man saying fuck, could be so sexy.” She smirked.
“Please… listen… what I mean is, his friend just fucked his mother. I mean, you don’t think he might have a problem with that?”
I swallowed hard, my heart started to race. “It’s not just about us anymore. It’s about him, and me, and the whole damn situation. He’s not gonna just accept it because you say it’s fine. I think we probably need to keep this a secret.”
Morgana didn’t look worried. Not in the slightest. She stared at me for a long moment, her lips curling into a little smirk like she was almost amused by how much I was overthinking it. “You’re worrying too much,” she said softly, her voice laced with a quiet confidence that seemed to have no room for doubt. “Ally trusts me. And if I’m honest with him, if I tell him what’s going on, he’ll be fine with it. He’s not the kind of person to hold a grudge over something like this.”
I wanted to argue. I wanted to push back, to explain how this—us—was so much more complicated than she was making it sound. But the words got stuck in my throat, especially when I heard her say, “And he won’t say anything because it’s you.”
“What does that even mean?”
“He loves you so much that I would never think he would hate you, much less beat you up. That boy, the moment he loves something, it would be hard for him to them. He got that stupid trait from me,” she chuckled as if she found that funny.
But just as she finds that amusing, I did not. Somehow, I felt a strange tone in her voice, especially when she said Ally loves me so much. She also said that before. But I thought it was a friend-like love. But now, could it be…
“Ally loves me… not like a best friend… but that of something else?” I said as if a strange realization had dawned upon me.
Wait, I don’t have anything against gays or homosexual love. I think they are hot. But only across the screen. I’ve never been attracted to men. And I’ve never imagined being in that kind of relationship. I like women, and that’s always been and will always be, even in the future.
“… …”
“But I’m not into men,” I said honestly.
“He’s not…” Morgana looks at me weirdly, “Don’t you know what he is… He told me you’ve been sleeping together. So, I figured you’re fine with… fuck! Right, I heard your memory is a bit hazy after the accident.”
“…what?” My eyes widened in shock.
Morgana looks at me strangely. But as if she were stepping on the line, she was not supposed to have her expression, and in an attempt to change the topic, she started kissing me again.
“Sleeping? With him…Wait, I don’t even know if I should be surprised by the fact you know about my accident, or that I am sleeping with your son.”
“I spoke to your mother; we’ve been friends since high school… didn’t you know that?”
“No, and wait, let’s focus on Ally…I’ve been sleeping with your son?!”
Morgana looks at me with a wry smile. “Dear, I can’t tell you that. I think I slipped up. That’s not for me to tell, dear. You need to ask Ally for that,” she said, as she began to run her fingernails lightly up and down my torso, causing me to moan and shiver.
“Aunt Morgana.” I groaned, trying to stop her and have a serious conversation. However, she would not stop.
She began with my nipples, licking them, sucking them, using her fingers, nails, and teeth to stiffen and tease them. She teased my nipples until I began to undulate under her touch, and little involuntary tremors shook me.
“Dear, please?” she muttered. “Don’t ask me… I don’t know what your relationship with him is. That’s for you two to settle. You can ask him yourself, okay? I promised him not to tell you about this, but it’s been eating inside him since he heard what happened to you. I just ask you to treat him the same as before.”
She continued to play with one nipple as she began using her legs to rub against my dick and testicles. She leaned over and began kissing my neck and shoulder, graduating to flicks of her tongue and running her teeth across my bare skin, finally choosing a spot and sinking her teeth into me.
My head was full of disbelief and confusion that I couldn’t understand. Did Ally lie? Is it the innocent -kind of sleeping, like literally sleeping on one bed together?
I don’t know.
And I don’t want to think about it.
“If you want to know more about this, just ask him. Give him a chance. I’m sure you won’t regret it.”
Morgana’s eyes were dark with lust, a knowing smile curving her lips. As someone who was asking me to give her son a chance, she was not giving me any chances as well in collecting myself before she was licking and sucking my nipples. My thoughts were hollowed by the pleasure running down my body.
I gasped and fisted my hands in her hair, relishing the sting of her bites. I shuddered as her clever tongue circled a nipple, the peak pebbling under her ministrations.
“Sensitive, are we?” she murmured, giving the bud a teasing lick.
I could only groan in response, too far gone to form coherent words.
Her hands were everywhere, mapping the planes of my chest and abs, my hips and thighs.
“Promise me, you’ll give him time to explain. That you won’t alienate him.”
“Is he a girl?” I asked, a growing suspicion bubbling inside of me.
She looks at me, “You ask him that.” She said as she pried my lips open with her tongue and started kissing me again.
We stayed there, cuddling and kissing, until eventually we got up to our feet and made our way into the shower.
I took a moment to admire her slick, wet body as she stood under the spray. She’s only slightly taller than me, with tanned skin and a voluptuous body. Her heavy breasts perfectly suit her frame, and her delicious curves glistened from the water.
I took the bar of soap from her and lathered up my hands. Then I began soaping her up slowly, starting with her neck, and moving my way down her chest to her breasts. I took my time, continuing to lather them long after it was necessary. She moaned softly, then gently pushed my hands away and took the soap for herself.
She repeated the process on me, soaping up my neck, down to my chest, but she continued, soaping my stomach, down to my pelvis, before finally wrapping her soapy fingers around my hard cock.
She spent an extra amount of time, holding onto my cock and feeling the length and thickness.
“I can’t believe this had gone inside me,” she said and kissed me as the water sprayed all over us.
“Did it feel good?”
“Of course. Although you shot a lot inside me. If I were younger, I could get pregnant for sure.” She said though I could feel the excitement in her tone.
“Maybe you will?” I grinned.
She looked at me in surprise, before her expression changed. A bit lonely, “Unfortunately, I won’t. I’ve given up on that.” She spoke. “That’s why you just wasted your semen.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, remembering the strange thing I’d read on the net. It seems like women past the 30 can never get pregnant anymore. It’s not just about low probability, but more like it’s impossible. Many people have researched it and studied it, and the only conclusion is that women lose their fertility upon passing the age of 30.
There’s never been a woman who managed to give birth passed that age.
“No, you don’t need to feel sorry. I’ve got Ally, and I even got to fuck you. I don’t care about being pregnant anymore.” She said.
I look at her and she doesn’t seem to be lying at all.
“…did you enjoy it?”
Morgana smiled helplessly, “I’d be lying if I said no. But you should chase after young ones, those that could appreciate your-”
I could not listen to her self-mocking and lies, I knew she wanted it as much as me and kissed her lips. Morgana was surprised but a moment later she was reciprocating with my kiss.
Our wet, soap-covered bodies pressed tightly together as she continued to stroke me, and I ran my hands down her back to her ass. The kiss grew more heated as our arousal grew, and before long, we were grinding into each other.
The kiss broke slowly, but we kept ourselves pressed tightly together. I reached and found the bar of soap and ran it over the skin of her back and ass slowly. At the same time, I began to nibble on her ear, knowing how much it drove her crazy.
“Don’t think too much. I want to do it with you, and so I will do it.” I said, “Of course, if you say you don’t want it, there’s no way I would force you.”
Morgana looks at me, tears in her eyes.
“You naughty boy,” she grunted. “You say that while knowing what I truly wanted.”
“Then there is no problem,” I said, smirking in confidence. “Whether you can get pregnant or not, I don’t care. I just want to fuck you.”
“Alvin…” Morgana looked at me, and for a moment, I thought something flashed in her eyes, something primal and possessive. It was mixed between love, affection, and gratitude. She seemed to want to say something, but as if she could not find any words, she captured my lips in a hungry kiss.
Her hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my chest, sliding under my shirt with urgent need. I melt into her touch, surrendering completely as she takes control.
I put my hands around her hips and then lower them and squeeze her cheeks tightly.
We kissed for a few minutes before I felt her hands slowly slide up my neck, up the back of my head, and to the top.
“I love you,” she said, quietly between kisses. Her hands linger in my hair, her fingers lovingly scratching my scalp gently and getting entangled in my short hair. I’m lost in feelings and barely notice when she starts applying pressure and pushing down.
As our kiss breaks, she casually leans back against the wall while I allow her to wordlessly guide my body down to my knees.
“Please, Alvin.” She said, “Cheer me up, please.”
When I get to my knees, she slowly pulls my face towards her freshly cleaned wet slit. Both of her hands maintain a gentle grip on the back of my head.
My cock springs to life as I get pushed to my knees, knowing what’s expected of me. I feel her hands on the back of my head, her fingers gripping my hair as they pull me into her drooling hairy pussy with its hugely engorged outer lips and clit, looking like a huge butterfly leaving its cocoon.
The clit itself had to be sticking out about two inches, and I could see it throbbing gently. The lips were a deep reddish brown, and everything was covered with the thick, sweet, pungent juices that formed from her lips.
Leaning in, I could smell her; it was intoxicating, like the overpowering smell that reminded her of jasmine. The scent of a mature woman. Her eyes locked into mine, seeking, waiting, observing if I was going to do it. And yes, I will.
I started licking.
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