Chapter 23: Chapter 23
That gentle touch had my breathing becoming increasingly rapid, my heart nearly leaping out of my throat.
When I pried open her bra and grasped those pale, soft peaches, gently kneading them, she couldn’t help but let out a moan through her nostrils, her entire body going limp.
However, just then, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from outside.
Without a doubt, it was Wang Xiru coming back.
At that moment, I felt like dying, how could it always be such perfect timing?
Was Wang Xiru doing this on purpose?
Just as I was about to let her go, unexpectedly, she stopped me and said with a trembling voice, “Don’t… don’t move, I’ll handle it.”
Saying this, she walked over, locked the door from the inside, and then called out to the outside, “Xinru, is that you?”
“It’s me, what’s up?”
“Nothing, just take the fish I bought and clean it up in the kitchen, I’ll cook it later,” Aunt Wu said.
Afterward, Wang Xiru responded and didn’t inquire about my whereabouts, probably still thinking I was asleep in my room.
After all, to them, me being blind wasn’t convenient, so I usually stayed honestly in my room, not going anywhere.
Aunt Wu’s actions left me shocked, I nervously swallowed my saliva, feeling somewhat at a loss.
At that moment, the sound of water splashing and rhythmic banging came from outside, indicating that Wang Xiru must have begun gutting the fish.
Thinking that Wang Xiru was just an arm’s length away, while I was engaged in such an act with her mother…
An unprecedented thrill instantly dispelled the fear in my heart.
Aunt Wu, either from nervousness or concern, trembled uncontrollably, her beautiful face now flushed with a layer of red.
She made a silencing gesture to me and whispered, “Little Tian, later… be quieter, make sure Xinru doesn’t hear.”
“Her fish cleaning skills are terrible, it probably won’t be done in less than twenty minutes, so… we have plenty of time.”
Having said that, she once again reached into my trousers, grabbed my hardened shaft, and began to stroke it.
Listening to the noise from the kitchen and feeling Aunt Wu’s touch was the ultimate thrill.
I had already enjoyed Sister Xinru’s body, and now… I was about to possess her mother!
“Aunt Wu, why are your peaches so big?”
The moment she took off her top and revealed her peaches, I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Every woman’s body has its most sensual part, such as Wang Xiru’s buttocks, Liu Qingxue’s nether regions, and what is truly captivating about Aunt Wu is this pair of large, full peaches!
Probably because she had breastfed a child, these peaches, though large, were not as tender and perky as Wang Xiru’s.
Perhaps sensing my intense gaze, she was first taken aback, then waved her hand in front of me.
“Little Tian, your… your eyes…”
“Ah? Auntie, what’s wrong?”
My heart skipped a beat, inwardly cursing my luck, and quickly averted my gaze.
The privileges I was enjoying now were all thanks to my supposed blindness, if they knew I had regained my sight, they would be furious with embarrassment.
So, I had to keep up the charade of being blind.
Not waiting for her to respond, I embraced her tightly, then lowered my head and took a bud into my mouth.
“Little Tian, you… be gentle, it hurts…”
Perhaps my teeth hurt her, she frowned, and her shy face showed a twinge of pain.
“Mmm, that’s right… just like that, Little Tian, mmm…”
But as I gently sucked, the twinge of pain gradually turned to pleasure.
Since she dared not cry out too loudly, she bit her own finger, slightly squinting her eyes, emitting enticing moans from her nostrils.
The more starved for affection a woman is, the more sensitive her body becomes, Sister Xinru was , and so was Aunt Wu.
“Ah, mmm… Little Tian, you’re… you’re very skillful, you make auntie, mmm, so comfortable!”
Accompanied by her repressed cries, my lower part swelled to its limit, desperately longing for release.
Waiting was no longer an option, today I had to have this woman, no matter what.
Opportunity knocks but once, a delay could change things!
With this thought, my fingers slid along the hem of her skirt, pried open her panties, and headed straight for the damp triangle.
As I touched that secret crevice, I already felt its wetness.
Her juices were truly abundant; it was just the beginning and the panties were already soaked.
Indeed, women are made of water…