061: Later…
**Chapter 61**
My breath locked solid in my throat the instant her fingers finished their slow climb.
Aunt Elise’s hand slid under the tablecloth with absolute confidence, found the zipper of my pants, and drew it down in one smooth, silent motion. A second later, her warm fingers slipped inside my underwear, wrapped firmly around my already half-hard cock, and pulled it free into the open air beneath the table. The sudden exposure made it jump harder; the thick head brushed the underside of the wooden tabletop. She didn’t rush. She simply held me for a moment, feeling the weight and heat of it in her palm, then began to stroke with slow, deliberate pulls. Every upward motion included a subtle twist of her wrist that dragged her soft palm across the most sensitive part of the head. The pleasure was precise and accumulating, far more controlled than anything Sasha had managed even on her best days.
I kept my face carefully neutral. Tom was mid-story about some basketball play. Sara and Mira were still talking quietly about Betty’s bandages. None of them glanced our way. Aunt Elise answered her husband in the exact same calm, conversational tone she always used at dinner, all while her hand worked me under the table with quiet, expert attention. Whatever serious talk she had promised about the previous night clearly no longer mattered. This was the conversation.
My cock thickened fully in her grip, the head growing slick with pre-cum that she spread with her thumb on every pass. The slow pace was deliberate torture. She would stroke me to the edge of a visible twitch, ease off just enough to keep me from making a sound, then start the same measured rhythm again. After only a few minutes, the pressure at the base of my spine had become almost unbearable. My cock throbbed hard enough that she felt every pulse against her fingers.
She felt the warning and released me at once. Her hand withdrew as smoothly as it had arrived. When I risked a sideways glance, she was already looking at me, a small private smirk on her lips, her thumb in her mouth, licking off my pre-cum she had coated it with. Damn. It was torture.
She mouthed a single word so clearly I could almost hear it.
*Later.*
The promise landed harder than the handjob itself. I carefully tucked myself away and zipped up before anyone could notice the obvious strain in my pants. Dinner finished. Plates were stacked. The girls disappeared upstairs the second they were excused, clearly eager to avoid cleanup duty. Tom carried his drink into the living room and dropped onto the couch facing the television, back fully turned to the open kitchen.
Aunt Elise stacked the last of the dishes and looked directly at me.
“Tyler, can you help me with these?”
The real moment had arrived.
“Sure.”
I followed her to the sink carrying the remaining plates. The living-room couch was only a few meters away; the back of Tom’s head and shoulders were clearly visible above the cushions. The moment the dishes touched the counter, she caught my wrist, pulled me one step sideways so we were partially shielded by the refrigerator, and spoke in a low, firm voice I had never heard from her before.
“Listen carefully, young man. I’m not going to lecture you about how wrong last night was. I don’t have the right. So this is what happens now.”
Her eyes were steady, heated, and completely serious. The pink haze that always clung to her thickened.
She reached down, cupped the hard length of my cock through my pants, and gave it one slow, deliberate squeeze that made my hips twitch.
“You’re going to get on your knees right here and eat me while I wash these dishes with my husband sitting over there. And later, after everyone in this house is asleep, you’re going to come to my room so I can take proper care of this.”
She didn’t wait for an answer or a protest. Her hand pressed firmly on my shoulder. My body obeyed before my mind finished processing the order. I dropped to my knees on the cool kitchen tile. She turned to face the sink, braced both hands on the edge of the counter, and pushed her ass back toward my face in a clear, unashamed presentation. I lifted the hem of her dress with both hands.
She was completely bare underneath.
No panties. The full, heavy cheeks of her ass were right in front of me, smooth and warm, and a thin, glistening trail of her arousal was already sliding down the soft inner skin of one thigh. The scent hit me in a concentrated wave, thick and sweet like the night before, edged with pure heat. I rested both hands on the soft weight of her ass, thumbs spreading her open, and leaned in until my mouth hovered just above her.
The first lick was slow and deliberate, the flat of my tongue dragging from the lowest point of her folds all the way up through the slick heat of her pussy.
“Ahn~”
The sound was tightly controlled. One hand stayed locked on the counter for balance; the other clamped hard over her own mouth. She tasted even better than memory had suggested, rich, slightly sweet, and so wet that my tongue was coated on the first pass. I licked again, slower, spreading her with my thumbs so I could drag the full width of my tongue through every soft, swollen crease. Fresh fluid gathered and spilled over my lips. The pink haze poured into me with every breath I took against her skin.
[You have consumed a dense amount of lust]
[Amount insufficient]
[Please consume more for the intended effect]
[You have consumed the nectar essence of a female]
[Amount insufficient]
[Please consume more for the intended effect]
I sealed my mouth over her completely and sucked.
“Ahuup~~!!”
Her hips jerked backward, pressing her pussy harder against my face. A heavier rush of her juices flooded my tongue; I swallowed and kept sucking, treating her like something I had been starving for. The soft, wet sounds of my mouth working her were mostly covered by the running water, but her muffled moans still escaped around the edges of her palm, high, shaky, desperate to stay quiet while Tom sat only a few meters away with his back turned.
I pulled back just long enough to change the angle, then pushed my tongue as deep inside her as it would go and fucked her with it in short, greedy strokes. My nose pressed into the soft cleft of her ass. The scent there was clean and warm; I triggered Cleanse out of pure habit and found nothing that needed cleaning. When I dragged my tongue higher and slowly circled the tight, puckered rim of her asshole, she shuddered hard enough that her knees nearly buckled.
“Aahhh~~~~~~~~~”
Her entire body locked. I felt the orgasm begin as a rapid flutter around my tongue and then roll outward in deep waves. I didn’t stop or slow down. I kept licking and sucking while I brought one hand around the front of her thigh, found the swollen, hidden bud of her clit with my fingertips, and gave it a single firm, precise flick.
That finished her.
Her knees gave out. A heavy, continuous rush of fluid poured into my mouth and over my chin; I drank as much as I could while her thighs trembled violently on either side of my head, and her muffled cries turned into broken, high sounds against her own hand. The pink haze spiked so hard and so suddenly that the system flooded my vision with warnings.
[Warning]
[You have consumed a great amount of lust at once]
[Your body is not strong enough to bear such a strong consumption at once]
[A portion of the lust energy will be blocked and converted to shop coins]
[You have consumed a great amount of lust]
[You have consumed a great amount of a female's nectar]
[Bonus stats +15]
[SC +10,000]
I stayed with her through every pulse, tongue still moving, until the shaking finally slowed and she sank down onto her knees on the kitchen floor in front of me. Her breathing was rapid and uneven. Occasional tremors still ran through her waist as the last thin trails of her release slipped from her open pussy and down her thighs. From my angle, her ass still blocked most of the view, the soft cheeks pressed together, the wetness between them catching the kitchen light.
I stood quickly and checked the living room. Tom had not moved. The television still played at the same volume. No footsteps came from the stairs. We were still safe.
The relief lasted less than a second.
Warm, slightly trembling hands found my belt, opened it, and pushed my pants and underwear down just far enough to free my cock again. Aunt Elise was still on her knees in front of me, cheeks flushed deep pink, eyes hazy and half-lidded, lips parted and wet. She wrapped both hands around the thick shaft, gave it several slow, firm strokes that spread the clear pre-cum already beading at the tip, and looked up at me.
“Don’t worry,” she said, voice low and rough from the effort of staying quiet. “This isn’t the main course. This is just a reward for a job well done.”
Before the full meaning of *main course* could settle in my mind, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the head of my cock between her lips.
Hot, wet, perfect suction closed around me. Her tongue pressed and swirled with the same expert control she had shown the night before, working the sensitive underside while her lips maintained a tight seal. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. Every coherent thought left my head at once. The only things that existed were the soft, rhythmic pull of her mouth, the wet heat surrounding me, the quiet, filthy knowledge that her husband was still sitting on the couch less than ten feet away, and the clear promise that this was only the beginning of what she intended to do to me later.
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