Chapter 16. When the addiction has come
The class went by normally, at noon on the way home by bike I was wondering whether to cook rice because there was still food or stop by for a bowl of beef pho to replenish my health; after a while of hesitation I decided to stop by and order a special bowl, add fried dough sticks and poached egg. After feeling full, I cycled the remaining few hundred meters home. Almost arriving I saw Ms. Nga standing in front of the gate, I was a bit surprised not knowing why she was here at this hour; I stopped the bike in front of the gate and asked:
When did you come?
– I have been waiting for 15 minutes; why are you so late?
– After school, I’ll go eat pho at the pho shop so I don’t have to cook rice.
– So happy! Come over and see how the food is, if there is any market, I will help you this afternoon; if you have eaten, I will go home.
Saying that, Ms. Nga sat up and was about to start the car when I held her hand:
Come in here!
After saying that, I took out my car keys and reached into my pocket to get the key to open the gate, and brought my bike in. Ms. Nga pushed her motorbike in while I opened the door and turned around to lock the gate. At that time, I didn’t think much of it, but thinking back, I realized that Ms. Nga coming over at noon was a form of… addiction but shyness.
– Have you eaten yet? I asked as I closed the door and changed the way I addressed her, no longer “aunt” or “niece”.
– Not yet, time’s up, come back here now.
– So what should we do to feed Nga?
– I eat very little lunch, don’t worry.
– Oh, why don’t you take some banh bot loc out to defrost and steam it later to eat?
I said so, Ms. Nga did not answer but went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a small box of cake that she had divided yesterday, opened the lid, and put it on the table to wait for it to defrost. During that time, I had time to take off my long coat, put my bag on the chair, and went to the bathroom to wash my face, hands, and feet.
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Ms. Nga also washing her hands at the kitchen faucet. I naturally walked up behind her, put my arms around her, and kissed her lightly on the neck.
– How strange! Miss Nga removed her hand, turned around and squinted her eyes, smiling, a smile full of lust; Let Nga go to the bathroom first!
– Then Thang go to the 3rd floor and wait.
The two of us talked very naturally, I ran up to the 3rd floor, went into the changing room, took the opportunity to clean up my little brother, changed into shorts and then sat down to wait.
Ms. Nga came upstairs, her coat was already taken off and left downstairs. She was wearing her work clothes but had taken her shirt out of her pants because she had just finished cleaning up. I leaned over, hugged her and placed a kiss on her lips. She responded enthusiastically so the kiss was long and deep.
When the kiss ended, I unbuttoned her long dress and then her bra, gently pushing her down on the bed but still keeping my mouth on her breasts. When I took off her pants, her hand actively reached into my shorts. Because I had just cleaned my little brother, I wasn’t wearing underwear anymore, so she comfortably stroked my shaft and pulled down my pants.
Thinking the opportunity was ripe, I reached down to pull off Miss Nga’s panties, but unexpectedly she pushed me to lie on my back, sat up, reached for a thin blanket to cover herself, then used one hand to stroke her torso and tried to sound serious:
– Now, Nga will ask you about your crime; you must confess honestly.
– What crime? I was a little surprised.
– Who did you do this with, when, how long?
– I didn’t work with anyone but Nga.
– Not honest; Thang’s way of doing things is very… skillful. Tell me or Nga will be angry.
Well, I have to confess anyway so I might as well act honest.
Work with Ms. Thoa.
– What? Really?
– Really, I’m being honest.
– Why is that; where, when? She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the information so she kept asking me a bunch of questions.
– I was at home, just like Nga; I came home and saw Thoa and Dad…then…
I reached out to pull Miss Nga down to hug her, used my leg to push her panties off, then let her rest on my arm, one hand rubbing her breasts and telling Miss Thoa’s story, just like I told Miss Thuy, but I added salt and pepper to make it more salty because I felt Miss Nga was… more lustful; the general idea was that usually at noon when Miss Thoa came, the old man would fuck her, I would sit in the next room, when he left, I would go in and fuck her and sometimes he would even call him in and fuck her while I squeezed her breasts while Miss Thoa kicked marbles and licked the pillar; the climax of the fabrication was the story that one day Miss Thoa even let her little brother come up to play and it rained at night so she slept over and all night the two of them worked together until almost dawn… my story with salt and pepper made Miss Nga only able to say one sentence:
– Incestuous, unexpected!
Having said that, she suddenly sat up, slid down and kicked my balls, licked my pole, which surprised and pleased me both. After a while, she took the initiative to sit up, chose a position, and lowered herself down so that L could swallow my cock whole. Only then did I realize that L was already full of water, and my pussy was already open and waiting; probably stimulated by my story…
The steps and positions are the same as the other sexual encounters, but this time Ms. Nga is completely proactive. Moreover, with her round, firm body, each part is in its own place, which the elders call Ms. Nga’s body, I feel much more excited, especially when I sit against the wall so she can shake and bounce on top while I hold one breast in my mouth, one hand sometimes squeezing the other nipple, sometimes squeezing her waist. Sometimes, when I feel too breathless, my mouth and the other breast lift up to kiss her lips or lick her earlobe; because of my cooperation, I can’t hold back anymore, so we both reach the top at the same time, grimacing, squeezing our buttocks… tensing where we can… then we both collapse, leaning on each other’s shoulders to enjoy.
After the moment of ecstasy passed, she gently lifted her butt to get out, oh my, her vaginal fluid and sperm poured out all over her lower body, a small part flowed along her thighs; a little confused, she grabbed her t-shirt to wipe her thighs first, then turned to wipe herself; very surprised, she bent down and gently held his cock which was in a half-hard, half-soft state, she licked and sucked hard to pull out whatever was left in the passage that had not come out; it was really impossible to describe that feeling, it made my back cold, my ass muscles contract, it was so good; any of you guys try to persuade your wife/lover/check to do this action and see the feeling.