Daniel:
The next afternoon saw me cheekily joining Alex in the living room while my mother handled the dirty dishes from lunch. My mother had told him about the new arrangement and he definitely did not look pleased about it. As expected, any attempt at starting a conversation ended prematurely. He was obviously waiting for me to retire back into my room.
Well, fuck you Alex! I thought in my mind as I zipped open my school bag and laid out my books on the coffee table. You should have seen how his eyes bulged when he realized I was going to study right here in the living room.
Minutes of uncomfortable silence passed. My mother arrived from the kitchen with two glasses of fruit juice. She kissed me on my head when setting my drink on the coffee table. Man… now I feel kind of bad for not trusting her… Even though I obviously still don’t trust her.
Alex suddenly wobbled to his feet. “I think I’m going to take a nap. Do you have a spare bed anywhere Aunty?” the slimy bastard asked my mother.
“Here, take this couch,” I said loudly enough for both of them to hear. I rose and moved from the three seat couch to the opposite single seat sofa. If Alex could kill with his glare, I would have died a million times in my seat. All the same, the struggle to keep myself from laughing out loud was already killing me inside.
Alex begrudgingly shuffled over to the couch and lay down. My new position placed my back towards the dining area and kitchen so I was unable to determine my mother’s reaction. More time passed in a silent battle of wills. Alex stirred restlessly on the couch. A feigned yawn enabled me to steal a quick peek behind my back to see my mother sitting at the dining table flipping a magazine. Wait… hold up. Something was not quite right with what I just saw behind my back, but I didn’t dare risk another yawn so soon. Looking back at Alex, I caught him quickly averting his gaze from my mother. Okay, the game’s afoot.
I snaked one hand behind into my back pocket and inconspicuously fished out the new hand mirror I had bought at the store near school today for this very kind of scenario. Who knew a piece of reflective glass would prove to be such an invaluable tool over and over again? Picking up an opened tall notebook, I positioned the mirror on the page surface and raised it so that I could check on my mother.
No wonder Alex was literally squirming on the couch. My mother was wearing a simple sleeveless white house dress with purple hues at the hem. Because of her sitting position, with one leg crossed over the other, one could clearly look up her skirt under the table. The bottom of her purple panties was visible to both Alex and me, as was an entire smooth porcelain leg of hers.
Alex managed to stay down for another agonizing 10 minutes, after which he, not being able to play dead anymore, jumped up and jogged towards the bathroom.
“It’s so hot. I’m going to take a shower.” He explained to my mother as he trotted by.
My mother only gave him a half-amused, half-questioning glance. I could relate. Because the house was comfortably air conditioned, his words must have sounded odd. On second thought, Alex did seem to be reddening up with heat.
And so began my week long clash with Alex. He was constantly looking for chances to be alone with my mother, and me, playing my part as the infuriating cock-blocker made sure he never did. I could feel his anger building up against me as the days go by. My mother on the other hand seemed to have adapted gracefully to this new arrangement, oblivious to the secret war waging beneath her noses between two 16 year old boys, one seeking to claim her honor and the other seeking to defend it.
Daniel:
The next afternoon saw me cheekily joining Alex in the living room while my mother handled the dirty dishes from lunch. My mother had told him about the new arrangement and he definitely did not look pleased about it. As expected, any attempt at starting a conversation ended prematurely. He was obviously waiting for me to retire back into my room.
Well, fuck you Alex! I thought in my mind as I zipped open my school bag and laid out my books on the coffee table. You should have seen how his eyes bulged when he realized I was going to study right here in the living room.
Minutes of uncomfortable silence passed. My mother arrived from the kitchen with two glasses of fruit juice. She kissed me on my head when setting my drink on the coffee table. Man… now I feel kind of bad for not trusting her… Even though I obviously still don’t trust her.
Alex suddenly wobbled to his feet. “I think I’m going to take a nap. Do you have a spare bed anywhere Aunty?” the slimy bastard asked my mother.
“Here, take this couch,” I said loudly enough for both of them to hear. I rose and moved from the three seat couch to the opposite single seat sofa. If Alex could kill with his glare, I would have died a million times in my seat. All the same, the struggle to keep myself from laughing out loud was already killing me inside.
Alex begrudgingly shuffled over to the couch and lay down. My new position placed my back towards the dining area and kitchen so I was unable to determine my mother’s reaction. More time passed in a silent battle of wills. Alex stirred restlessly on the couch. A feigned yawn enabled me to steal a quick peek behind my back to see my mother sitting at the dining table flipping a magazine. Wait… hold up. Something was not quite right with what I just saw behind my back, but I didn’t dare risk another yawn so soon. Looking back at Alex, I caught him quickly averting his gaze from my mother. Okay, the game’s afoot.
I snaked one hand behind into my back pocket and inconspicuously fished out the new hand mirror I had bought at the store near school today for this very kind of scenario. Who knew a piece of reflective glass would prove to be such an invaluable tool over and over again? Picking up an opened tall notebook, I positioned the mirror on the page surface and raised it so that I could check on my mother.
No wonder Alex was literally squirming on the couch. My mother was wearing a simple sleeveless white house dress with purple hues at the hem. Because of her sitting position, with one leg crossed over the other, one could clearly look up her skirt under the table. The bottom of her purple panties was visible to both Alex and me, as was an entire smooth porcelain leg of hers.
Alex managed to stay down for another agonizing 10 minutes, after which he, not being able to play dead anymore, jumped up and jogged towards the bathroom.
“It’s so hot. I’m going to take a shower.” He explained to my mother as he trotted by.
My mother only gave him a half-amused, half-questioning glance. I could relate. Because the house was comfortably air conditioned, his words must have sounded odd. On second thought, Alex did seem to be reddening up with heat.
And so began my week long clash with Alex. He was constantly looking for chances to be alone with my mother, and me, playing my part as the infuriating cock-blocker made sure he never did. I could feel his anger building up against me as the days go by. My mother on the other hand seemed to have adapted gracefully to this new arrangement, oblivious to the secret war waging beneath her noses between two 16 year old boys, one seeking to claim her honor and the other seeking to defend it.
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Originally Posted by
IwantbustyKim
Yah…..describe her please…. For all brudders benefit
LOL. Well, I don’t think words are ever truly sufficient to paint a full picture of human features. Here is a video of what I imagine May’s body to look like as I write this story:
Not sure if you guys can access redtube in Singapore. It’s one of the last video streaming sites still not blocked in Malaysia.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
IwantbustyKim
Yah…..describe her please…. For all brudders benefit
LOL. Well, I don’t think words are ever truly sufficient to paint a full picture of human features. Here is a video of what I imagine May’s body to look like as I write this story:
Not sure if you guys can access redtube in Singapore. It’s one of the last video streaming sites still not blocked in Malaysia.
Ah, my apologies, readers. I had social obligations to fulfill this afternoon. I’ll see what I can drum up before bed.
Ah, my apologies, readers. I had social obligations to fulfill this afternoon. I’ll see what I can drum up before bed.
Alex Xu’s point of view:
Alex:
I watched May make polite small talk with my mom, Andrea, who had come to pick me up. It was Saturday afternoon and my mother was done with work. I guess she didn’t feel right leaving me with May for another minute, after having her take care of me for an entire week. My wounds weren’t very critical to begin with, and now, after an uneventful week of recovery, I was almost good as new.
That meant I no longer had a reason to come over next week. Goddamn that cibai Daniel. What the fuck was his problem? I thought we were friends? He acted like a Goddamn prick the entire week. Glancing up, I could see the little prick standing protectively beside his mother. What a momma’s boy. Was he on to me? That would explain a lot about his actions. But how would he know anything? What…..
Wait… Fuck… The cum on the toilet seat back when May and I dry humped each other in the guest room! I thought it was mine, probably left behind by May, but I never even saw her enter the bathroom. No, no, no, it can’t be… could it? Daniel was spying on us? Fuck!!! Shit!!! The cat is out of the fucking bag! Goddamn it! Why couldn’t he just mind his own business? Has he told his father? Was that why his father asked him to stay home this week?
I glanced at lovely May, still engaging my mother in conversation. Fuck it, I was so close to having her. Why did he have to come between us? Daniel is still there beside his mother. He didn’t look like he was going to leave her alone until he was sure that I had left. Look at him, staring at my mom with his puppy dog eyes like she’s got a bone for him. Like he’s any better than… What the fuck? Is that an…
I had to stare at it for a full minute to confirm it. Daniel is sporting an erection in his shorts. It wasn’t very profound, but I know a boner when I see one. Luckily, the horny idiot is too busy ogling at my mom to notice me noticing.
I followed his stare and checked out my mom. She wasn’t wearing one of her business suits. Instead, she was sporting tight black yoga pants and a sky-blue tank top. It showcased her nubile, petite figure, especially her lovely bubble butt and long slim legs. Her shoulder length brown-highlighted hair is tied back into a short ponytail. Mom was a sophisticated hottie, unlike May who was more of a homely, motherly beauty.
Okay, how mad can I be at Daniel for having a hard-on for my mom, considering what I have done with his? The only question is, how can I work this to my advantage? My conscience jabbed at me a little for even considering using my mom to get to May, but knowing my mom, and believe me, I do, she’s no saint. And furthermore, If the cum on the toilet seat back then does indeed belong to Daniel, that means little poster boy had been jacking off to his own mother. We’re all going to hell, might as well enjoy the ride.
Alex:
God knows how Daniel must have felt when my mom finally took her leave. No doubt relieved that I am being removed, but at the same time probably agonizing over my mom’s departure.
“Mommy haven’t gone for her workout today. We go to the mall okay?” My mother, Andrea spoke up from beside me while she drove. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes which I know of only too well. “Okay…” I agreed softly.
Half an hour later, I was watching my mom strut sexily in her tight outfit into the gym entrance at the mall. She had given me 50 ringgit and instructed that I come back in 2 hours. I know that her advanced yoga class will take about an hour or so. What follows is something I want, no, I need to be there for. That gives me time for some refreshments. I didn’t have confidence to hold down a big meal, so I settled for some Baskin & Robbins ice cream to calm my nerves.
About an hour later, I steeled myself and waltzed through the gym entrance. I was still a member even though I had stopped coming here to workout lately. I was a little late. The transparent glass wall at the end of the exercise-equipment floor showed an almost empty room with the last few remaining yogi lounging around on their mats on the floor, making small talk while cooling off. My mother, along with most of the other ladies, was gone.
A knot formed in my stomach and I felt myself trembling with nervousness. I had a pretty good idea where she was. It was funny. I thought I was prepared for this, but evidently, it still gets to me. I turned and went for the stairs to the second level. More exercise machines lined the corridor upstairs, but hardly anyone even comes up here. All of the more popular equipment was downstairs.
Walking through the corridor, I came to another glass wall and door, this time the glass was opaque. No one could see past it on either side of the wall. A plate with the words ‘Women’s Only Workout Area’ was displayed on the door. Another plastic sign with the words ‘Closed’ printed on it was dangling from the door handle.
I could hear moans and sighs. They were faint, but hardly faint enough. These people were getting confident, or sloppy, depending how you choose to look at it. I needed a minute to remind my body to breathe in order to keep up with my heart which was racing with sensual thrills. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the glass door slightly, and slid in between the gap.
The voices were louder now, as were the unmistakable sounds of wanton coupling. Fortunately, the entrance was quite dark, and a large treadmill stood between me and the site of carnal debauchery. I managed to duck inconspicuously behind some tarp covered machinery before acquainting my eyes with the scene in the middle of the room.
There were so many things going on at once, my brain had trouble deciding which, who, or what to register first. My eyes eventually settled on the more familiar faces. Devonne Lim, the shapely yoga instructor was being held down, bent over a bench by Afiq the personal trainer. Her stretchy pants and panties were halfway down her ankles and her top had been pushed over her breasts. Afiq, who knelt before her, had one mouth clamped over one of her succulent perky breasts and a large rough hand, kneading the other. Shawn, the power-cycle instructor was kneeling behind Devonne, thrusting and grinding his powerful hips against her perfectly pert butt. Devonne was moaning hoarse words of encouragement to the powerfully built man who was ploughing her pussy from behind. What he lacks in finesse, he was obviously trying to make up with brute force. Devonne didn’t seem to know the difference. Her slurring moans were finally silenced when Afiq grabbed her head by her hair and pushed her mouth onto his cock.
My gaze darted off to the next familiar face, one I have known all my life. My mother sat squirming in Roy’s lap on another bench at a corner. Roy used to be her personal trainer. I guess he still is in a sense, though his focus is no longer on her physical fitness. Roy had his hands around mom’s waist and he was speaking gruffly into her ear while mom sat restlessly on his lap, watching with a deeply flushed face and droopy eyes as her yoga instructor took in cocks from two ends.
“You just can’t get enough huh Andrea? I knew you would be back.” Roy growled into her ear.
“Roooy… cut it out… Your thing is poking me… Let me go lah…” mom replied.
“You know you love it, you sexy thing.” Roy said as his hands moved onto her chest. Mom let out a shuddering sigh.
“Mmmmff… mmmff… mhhhh.. mfffhh..” Devonne uttered in the midst of wet smacking and sucking sounds. It would seem that her two partners were eager to test her yoga forged body’s ultimate limits, and they weren’t being gentle about it.
“I miss you, you know… That was so cruel, not showing up for an entire week.” Roy continued. His hands had snaked under her tank top and was now fondling her breasts underneath.
“Haaah… Roy… Stop it… I told you, I’m just here to watch over Linda… ahh…” mom moaned unconvincingly.
“Linda? She looks pretty well taken off to me…”
At the sound of her name, my eyes shot towards the third cluster of bodies writhing on an exercise mat on the floor. Linda, who I have known half my life as my mother’s friend lay there bottomless with her legs held spread-eagled by Hassan the bodybuilder. Karina, the female trainer was between her splayed sculpted fair thighs, playfully fingering and tonguing her red engorged pussy. Even with her balled up panties stuffed into her mouth, Linda’s guttural moans was the most prominent among the group.
“We’re going to give her a grand welcome party.” Roy told my mom before nibbling her ear.
“Roooy!.. Oh… ahhh…Roy…”
“Don’t worry, You’re getting a welcome back party too.”
Alex:
God knows how Daniel must have felt when my mom finally took her leave. No doubt relieved that I am being removed, but at the same time probably agonizing over my mom’s departure.
“Mommy haven’t gone for her workout today. We go to the mall okay?” My mother, Andrea spoke up from beside me while she drove. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes which I know of only too well. “Okay…” I agreed softly.
Half an hour later, I was watching my mom strut sexily in her tight outfit into the gym entrance at the mall. She had given me 50 ringgit and instructed that I come back in 2 hours. I know that her advanced yoga class will take about an hour or so. What follows is something I want, no, I need to be there for. That gives me time for some refreshments. I didn’t have confidence to hold down a big meal, so I settled for some Baskin & Robbins ice cream to calm my nerves.
About an hour later, I steeled myself and waltzed through the gym entrance. I was still a member even though I had stopped coming here to workout lately. I was a little late. The transparent glass wall at the end of the exercise-equipment floor showed an almost empty room with the last few remaining yogi lounging around on their mats on the floor, making small talk while cooling off. My mother, along with most of the other ladies, was gone.
A knot formed in my stomach and I felt myself trembling with nervousness. I had a pretty good idea where she was. It was funny. I thought I was prepared for this, but evidently, it still gets to me. I turned and went for the stairs to the second level. More exercise machines lined the corridor upstairs, but hardly anyone even comes up here. All of the more popular equipment was downstairs.
Walking through the corridor, I came to another glass wall and door, this time the glass was opaque. No one could see past it on either side of the wall. A plate with the words ‘Women’s Only Workout Area’ was displayed on the door. Another plastic sign with the words ‘Closed’ printed on it was dangling from the door handle.
I could hear moans and sighs. They were faint, but hardly faint enough. These people were getting confident, or sloppy, depending how you choose to look at it. I needed a minute to remind my body to breathe in order to keep up with my heart which was racing with sensual thrills. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the glass door slightly, and slid in between the gap.
The voices were louder now, as were the unmistakable sounds of wanton coupling. Fortunately, the entrance was quite dark, and a large treadmill stood between me and the site of carnal debauchery. I managed to duck inconspicuously behind some tarp covered machinery before acquainting my eyes with the scene in the middle of the room.
There were so many things going on at once, my brain had trouble deciding which, who, or what to register first. My eyes eventually settled on the more familiar faces. Devonne Lim, the shapely yoga instructor was being held down, bent over a bench by Afiq the personal trainer. Her stretchy pants and panties were halfway down her ankles and her top had been pushed over her breasts. Afiq, who knelt before her, had one mouth clamped over one of her succulent perky breasts and a large rough hand, kneading the other. Shawn, the power-cycle instructor was kneeling behind Devonne, thrusting and grinding his powerful hips against her perfectly pert butt. Devonne was moaning hoarse words of encouragement to the powerfully built man who was ploughing her pussy from behind. What he lacks in finesse, he was obviously trying to make up with brute force. Devonne didn’t seem to know the difference. Her slurring moans were finally silenced when Afiq grabbed her head by her hair and pushed her mouth onto his cock.
My gaze darted off to the next familiar face, one I have known all my life. My mother sat squirming in Roy’s lap on another bench at a corner. Roy used to be her personal trainer. I guess he still is in a sense, though his focus is no longer on her physical fitness. Roy had his hands around mom’s waist and he was speaking gruffly into her ear while mom sat restlessly on his lap, watching with a deeply flushed face and droopy eyes as her yoga instructor took in cocks from two ends.
“You just can’t get enough huh Andrea? I knew you would be back.” Roy growled into her ear.
“Roooy… cut it out… Your thing is poking me… Let me go lah…” mom replied.
“You know you love it, you sexy thing.” Roy said as his hands moved onto her chest. Mom let out a shuddering sigh.
“Mmmmff… mmmff… mhhhh.. mfffhh..” Devonne uttered in the midst of wet smacking and sucking sounds. It would seem that her two partners were eager to test her yoga forged body’s ultimate limits, and they weren’t being gentle about it.
“I miss you, you know… That was so cruel, not showing up for an entire week.” Roy continued. His hands had snaked under her tank top and was now fondling her breasts underneath.
“Haaah… Roy… Stop it… I told you, I’m just here to watch over Linda… ahh…” mom moaned unconvincingly.
“Linda? She looks pretty well taken off to me…”
At the sound of her name, my eyes shot towards the third cluster of bodies writhing on an exercise mat on the floor. Linda, who I have known half my life as my mother’s friend lay there bottomless with her legs held spread-eagled by Hassan the bodybuilder. Karina, the female trainer was between her splayed sculpted fair thighs, playfully fingering and tonguing her red engorged pussy. Even with her balled up panties stuffed into her mouth, Linda’s guttural moans was the most prominent among the group.
“We’re going to give her a grand welcome party.” Roy told my mom before nibbling her ear.
“Roooy!.. Oh… ahhh…Roy…”
“Don’t worry, You’re getting a welcome back party too.”
Sorry for the delay. Imagination isn’t flowing like it’s used to. Work has picked up quite a bit as well.