"Weren't you the one who said we should solidify things?" Ye Fei asked with a smile, obediently holding back his release. Instead, he thrust his cock deep into his aunt's swollen pussy, grinding against her tender core. Soon, a cool liquid trickled onto his glans.
Liu Fengyi, having just released her last wave of climax, spoke weakly, "You've already filled me up. What's one more time?"
"Alright," Ye Fei agreed, slowly pulling his cock out of his aunt's pussy, now swollen and even more plump from their intense session. As he withdrew, Liu Fengyi's pussy contracted like a little mouth, each squeeze releasing a stream of white fluid. She hadn't been exaggerating—Ye Fei had indeed filled her to the brim.
Zhou Mingming watched in awe as Liu Fengyi's pussy, though contracting, couldn't fully close, leaving a gap the width of a finger. How pleasurable must it have been for Fengyi to lose even the strength to tighten?
Her thoughts were interrupted as Ye Fei jumped onto the desk, crouching over Liu Fengyi with his legs spread. His cock, both intimidating and oddly endearing in Zhou Mingming's eyes, hovered above Liu Fengyi's face.
Liu Fengyi gazed at her beloved nephew with a sultry look, reaching out to grip his slick cock. She stroked it quickly, her mouth wide open, her tender tongue extended beneath the glans as if ready to catch something.
Ye Fei didn't hold back. As his aunt's hand worked him, he let go pletely, letting out a low growl as he began to ejaculate.
Zhou Mingming's eyes widened as she watched stream after stream of white fluid shoot from Ye Fei's cock, landing perfectly in Liu Fengyi's waiting mouth. The mayor, usually so posed and dignified, now wore a satisfied smile as she swallowed her nephew's cum. The sight was so shocking that Zhou Mingming couldn't help but swallow hard herself, as if envious of Liu Fengyi's indulgence.
When Ye Fei finally finished, Liu Fengyi swallowed the mouthful of cum with evident satisfaction, then leaned forward to gently suck on his still-dripping glans.
Ye Fei enjoyed the softness of his aunt's mouth, looking down at her with a tender yet teasing smile. Zhou Mingming, still watching, felt a sudden pang of unease. Though Ye Fei hadn't glanced her way, she couldn't shake the feeling that his smile was meant for her.
Startled, Zhou Mingming quickly closed the door, patting her chest to calm herself. Only then did she realize she'd been crouching in that position for nearly an hour—something even her martial arts training couldn't prepare her for? To her embarrassment, she also noticed her arousal, her underwear now soaked.
Though alone in the room, the physical evidence of her excitement made her blush. She quickly changed her clothes, hiding the wet panties in her bag, grateful she hadn't yet returned her spare clothes home.
Soon after, Liu Fengyi walked in, her steps unsteady, her usually posed face now flushed with a radiant glow that even Zhou Mingming found breathtaking.
"Mingming," Liu Fengyi said with a soft smile, "go tidy up outside. I'll talk to you in a moment."
"Of course," Zhou Mingming replied promptly, helping the weakened Liu Fengyi lie down on the small bed before stepping out of the lounge. She was relieved to find Ye Fei already gone, unsure how she'd face him.
At the desk, Zhou Mingming tidied up the mess left behind, noticing a large wet spot on the surface. Upon closer inspection, she found similar stains on the floor and the nearby couch.
As a mature 25-year-old, Zhou Mingming, though inexperienced, recognized the signs of arousal. She'd felt it herself during moments of self-pleasure, but the sheer volume here was staggering. It could only mean one thing: Liu Fengyi had been overwhelmed with pleasure. The thought made Zhou Mingming's cheeks burn as she cleaned up.
How intense must it have been? She'd felt like she was flying with just a little release, but Fengyi had produced so much. No wonder she could barely walk afterward. As Zhou Mingming wiped away the evidence, her mind involuntarily replayed the scene of Ye Fei entering Liu Fengyi.
Stop it! She scolded herself, shaking her head to dispel the image, though her face only grew redder.
After finishing the cleanup and airing out the office, Zhou Mingming returned to the lounge. Seeing Liu Fengyi lying there, content and satisfied, the earlier scene flashed in her mind once more.
"Mingming, e sit," Liu Fengyi said warmly, patting the space beside her. When Zhou Mingming plied, she asked, "Do you think I'm... improper?"
"No, not at all," Zhou Mingming quickly denied. Initially, she had thought so, but she'd later justified it to herself: women at this age have needs, and Liu Fengyi had chosen her nephew to avoid plications. It wasn't right, but it was understandable.
"I know it's wrong," Liu Fengyi admitted with a self-deprecating smile. "But when emotions take over, reason has no control."
"Are you saying you're in love with him?" Zhou Mingming asked, surprised. Was it more than just physical need? Did Liu Fengyi truly love Ye Fei?
"Does it seem absurd?" Liu Fengyi smiled faintly. "You haven't experienced love yet. When it es, no matter how absurd, you can't resist it. Mingming, setting today aside, what's your impression of Ye Fei?"
"He..." Zhou Mingming hesitated, then said honestly, "He's remarkable. Even before, he was endearing, and his recent achievements are beyond pare. Among all the men I've met, none e close."
Liu Fengyi's lips curved into a pleased smile. "So, you're a little drawn to him too?"
"No, not at all!" Zhou Mingming denied quickly, though she couldn't ignore the truth in her words. Every time she thought of Ye Fei, her mind drifted back to that scene—his strong body and that most intimate part of him.
"Really?" Liu Fengyi's gaze burned into Zhou Mingming as if she could see straight into her soul.
Zhou Mingming grew flustered, lowering her head to avoid eye contact. She mumbled, "Of course, it's true. I've always thought of him as a younger brother."
"Is that so? What a shame," Liu Fengyi said with a tone of regret, though a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. With her wealth of life experience, she could easily tell that Zhou Mingming was already somewhat smitten—she just wasn't ready to admit it yet. All Ye Fei needed to do was put in a little more effort, and he'd win her over in no time.
As for Zhou Mingming's claim of seeing him as a brother? That wasn't an issue at all. After all, Liu Fengyi herself had once seen him as nothing less than her son.
User Comments
0 comments from readers