My cock twitched hard in my pants, straining against the zipper like it had a mind of its own. I couldn't look away. My hand hovered over my crotch, fingers brushing the bulge before I yanked it back.
'Stop... this is wrong. She's Rose's mom.' I told myself but the video kept playing, and so did the ache.
On screen, Mike's hands were everywhere—gripping her wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her ass. He rocked his hips up once, slow and deliberate, making his thick cock slide along her slit. The head nudged her clit, parting those wet folds just enough to show how soaked she was. A fresh bead of her arousal welled up, trickling down his length, making it glisten under the golden room lights.
"You're leaking down there." Mike murmured, his voice low and mocking, that smug grin splitting his face as he watched her reaction.
"Dripping all over my cock like a desperate slut. Do you want it that much? Want me to fill up that married pussy?" Aunt Marie's eyes squeezed shut, her white hair sticking to her sweat-damp neck. She shook her head fast, but it was weak barely a twitch.
"N-no... I... this is just... once. For Rose." Her voice cracked, breathy and small, like she was trying to convince herself more than him. Her thighs trembled around his hips, making her pussy lips flutter against his shaft.
Mike chuckled, the sound dark and rumbling through the speakers. He reached down between them, his big hand dwarfing her mound. One thick finger traced her outer lips slow, feather-light, from the bottom where her entrance clenched hungrily up to her swollen clit. He circled it once, barely touching, just enough to make her jerk like she'd been shocked.
"Mmh... don't touch... there," she gasped, the words tumbling out in a needy whine. Her hands flew to his wrist again, gripping like before, but there was no force behind it. Her finger dug in half-heartedly, body betraying her as her hips lifted just a fraction in chasing the contact she'd just begged him to stop.
"Okay... if you say so." Mike's tone dripped with fake sympathy, eyes gleaming with amusement. He pulled his finger back, slick with her juices, and held it up between them, letting the string of arousal stretch and snap in the air. But he didn't stop. His other hand brushed up her side, palm grazing the underside of one heavy breast. His thumb flicked her nipple, quick and sharp, rolling the stiff peak between finger and thumb like he was testing its give.
Aunt Marie bucked forward without meaning to, her ass cheeks clenching as her pussy dragged along his cock again. The motion smeared more of her wetness over him, the head of his dick catching on her entrance for a split second stretching her lips open just enough to hint at how tight she'd feel.
"Wait... ahn!" The moan slipped out before she could catch it, high and broken, her head falling back.
Mike leaned in closer, his free hand abandoning her nipple to cup the back of her neck, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Look at you, Marie. All that talk about 'just once' and your cunt's weeping for it. Feel how wet you are?" He dipped that teasing finger lower again, this time pressing the pad flat against her clit—rubbing in lazy, torturous circles that made her thighs quake. Slow at first, then faster, his fingertip slicking through her folds with obscene wet sounds that carried clear over the video's audio.
She whimpered, hips rolling forward despite herself, grinding her clit harder into his touch.
"S-stop... I can't... it's wrong..." But her voice was wrecked, laced with that husky edge that said her body didn't agree. Her hands, still on his wrist, weren't pushing anymore, they were holding, fingers trembling as if afraid he'd really pull away.
"Wrong?" Mike echoed, smirking as he slid his finger down. He pressed just enough, letting her feel the stretch without giving her what she craved.
"Your husband's cock never made you this soaked, did it?" His other hand returned to her breast, pinching the nipple again. Twisting it slow, drawing out a fresh cry that made her back arch, pressing her chest into his palm. Her eyes fluttered, hazy with unwanted need.
"D-don't say that... please..." She tried to clench her thighs together, to trap his hand and stop the torment, but it only pinned his cock tighter against her pussy. The pressure made her gasp, a fresh gush of wetness leaking out, soaking his balls below. Her ass cheeks flexed, round and full, under the strain as she fought the urge to rock harder.
Mike wasn't done. He pulled his finger from her entrance with a wet pop, bringing it up to her lips.
"Taste yourself. See how bad you want this." He smeared her juices across her bottom lip, then pushed inside two fingers, thick and insistent, stretching her mouth like a preview of what was coming lower. Aunt Marie's eyes widened, a muffled protest vibrating around his digits, but she didn't bite. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the salty-sweet tang, cheeks hollowing as he pumped shallowly.
She pulled back with a gasp when he let her, strings of spit connecting her lips to his fingers.
Mike laughed, low and triumphant. He grabbed her ass with both hands now, fingers sinking into the plush cheeks, spreading them wide. The motion tilted her forward, making her clit drag along his full length, up and down, slow and filthy, every vein catching on her sensitive slit.
"No... please..." She shook her head. Her hands braced on his chest, but she didn't shove him away. Instead, her body leaned in, tits flattening against him.
"Look at me. Accept it, you want my cock inside your pussy." he commanded, one hand leaving her ass to grab her chin, forcing her eyes to his.
"I... I don't... ahn!" Mike flicked her clit again, pinching it between thumb and finger, rolling it like he had her nipple. The jolt made her buck wildly, ass slapping against his thighs, more wetness flooding out to soak the sheets below.
She collapsed forward, forehead resting on his shoulder, sobs wracking her frame. Her tits mashed against him, heaving with every hitch.
"P-please... Mike... I can't take it..." Her voice was a whisper now, raw and defeated.
"It's... it's too much... I need... Ah" The words died on a moan as he ground up again, cockhead slipping through her lips, teasing her entrance with shallow dips. In... out... just the tip, stretching her lips, letting her feel the burn without relief.
"Say it, you won't get another chance to feel it." Mike pressed, voice gravelly, one hand fisting her hair to tilt her head back. He stared into her eyes, unblinking.
To be continued...
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