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Daniel:
After their hot coupling, my mother stayed in bed with Alex until he fell asleep. I would have dozed off myself if my mother did not make her move. She gently tucked him under the sheets beside her and then stepped carefully off the bed. After getting dressed and making herself somewhat presentable, she slipped out of the room. I gave her about 5 minutes before ninja-ing out the door myself.
We met up back at the party downstairs which had already cooled down somewhat since we left. If anything, my mother looked more radiant than when she arrived. There was a healthy glow about her. We took our leave from Andrea who seemed to notice the change in my mother. She threw me a suspicious glance.
My father was already asleep on the couch by the time we got back. My mother stopped by to gaze wistfully at him. She was probably wondering whether to wake him up. In the end she fetched a blanket and made him comfortable before retiring upstairs.
I had a very good night’s sleep courtesy of some vigorous masturbation while replaying in my head the scene I had witnessed between my mother and Alex tonight.
The next morning, I awoke and remembered it was a public holiday, so I could sleep in. It wasn’t easy though. My dick was hard as wood and my body was brimming with sexual frustration. I ended up tossing and turning restlessly on the bed.
My phone beeped with a new message. Giving up on any hope of achieving sleep, I sat up and checked my phone. It was a message from an unknown number. I wondered who it was. Quickly, I fired off a reply.
(??????) Good Morning.
(Daniel) Who are you?
(??????) Andrea dear.
(Daniel) How you get my number?
(Andrea) So rude. I asked Alex to give me your number.
(Daniel) What do you want?
(Andrea) Just worried about your mother. She looked a little unsteady last night.
(Daniel) She’s fine.
In my mind I was screaming, she’s NOT fine! Your idiot son just took advantage of her!
(Andrea) Is that so? I don’t know. Call it a woman’s intuition. It looked like you weren’t the only one who got lucky last night.
(Daniel) What? Stop making things up about my mother!
(Andrea) Daniel… I’m concerned for you.
(Daniel) What are you getting at?
(Andrea) It’s okay. You can tell me.
(Daniel) Tell you what?
(Andrea) You and your mother were missing from the party for more than an hour. When you both were leaving, she looked freshly fucked. What am I supposed to think?
(Daniel) No!!! What the hell??? You think I did my own mother? It isn’t what it looks like!
(Andrea) So you’re telling me you don’t know what happened?
I didn’t know what to answer her. Shit was getting out of hand, about to hit the fan.
(Andrea) Daniel? It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.
(Daniel) I did not fuck my mother!!!
(Andrea) Okay. I believe you. I’m just worried. One of Alex’s friends might have taken advantage of her. You wouldn’t believe what a few of them tried to pull on me.
I suddenly recalled the group of schoolmates at Alex’s party last night. Somehow, after Andrea mentioned it, I seem to remember their eyes stealing glances at me and my mother’s table. There was hunger in their eyes.
(Andrea) There is another thing I wanted to ask.
(Daniel) What?
(Andrea) Have you gotten rid of the video?
(Daniel) Yeah, yeah. It’s gone.
(Andrea) Good. Thank you.
(Daniel) You’re welcome. Sorry for the trouble.
(Andrea) I guess all that is left to do is to discuss your reward. How about I pick you up for lunch?
Reward? Oh shit…
Daniel:
Reward huh? Turns out, all she did was buy me a watch. A fancy looking one from Emporio Armani. Fucking tease. After all that had happened between us, I was expecting something a little more passionate. I mean, fuck, even just an appreciative rub over my pants would have been great. Besides, who wears a watch these days? A phone I can use, but a thousand ringgit watch? My mother will probably think I stole it. Still, I was a little relieved. With this gift, she has washed her hands of me, and I, likewise, am forced to do the same of her. What we had between us was beyond fucked up.
I wasn’t surprised that Alex showed up on my doorstep a few days later. I was upstairs in my room, but I heard the doorbell and I knew that my mother didn’t have Pilates today, so it couldn’t be her gym buddies. Who else would drop by unannounced when my father was away at work?
Carefully, I hid myself in the shadows up the stairs where I had a plain clear view of the front door and living room area. I’m getting a little too good in sneaking around like this. Maybe I should consider a career in espionage.
“Alex…” My mother said after Alex had stepped in the door. Alex began wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her against him. “Alex no! Stop it!” She hissed and slapped his eager hands away. He looked hurt and confused. My mom sighed and explained, “Daniel is upstairs. Besides, we need to talk.” She walked into the living room and sat down on a single sofa. I felt a little relieved that she didn’t take the long couch or the love seat. “Have a seat Alex. Please?”
Alex, obliged and moved stiffly to the love seat. He looked a little bit worried.
My mother was silent for an additional moment, seemingly trying to choose her words carefully. “Alex,” she finally said, “What we did was wrong. I was in a weak moment.”
“But, auntie…”
“I understand your feelings Alex. I don’t regret what we did. I meant what I said that night, that you could do whatever you want with me, but only for that night.”
“But…”
“No buts Alex. I’m married. We can’t continue doing this. I hope you understand.”
“I… I love you.”
“Thank you. I’m happy you feel that way. But I can’t return your feelings, Alex. I can’t.”
“But I thought you and uncle are not getting along?”
“We have problems, yes. But that’s part of marriage. I need to work on my marriage, Alex. I can’t let it fall apart.”
“But what about me? Please Auntie…”
“It’s also wrong Alex. You’re just 16. I’m nearly twice your age, old enough to be your mother.”
“I don’t care about that!”
“I want you to have a normal life Alex. You should be going after girls your age. Please Alex. I cannot continue doing this. Please okay?”
The mighty macho Alex was in tears, but he nodded anyway. With effort, he got to his feet and walked to the door where he let himself out. My mother did not see him off, she was trembling with emotion, on the verge of her own tears on the sofa.
Though it was to my ultimate relief that my mother came to her senses, from her reaction, I was convinced she did had some deep feelings for Alex after all. Will something like that fade so easily in life’s passage? I don’t know! I’m just 16 years old and I don’t even have a girlfriend yet! To make matters worse my feelings are completely torn on the matter. While it is great that my family is getting back on track, it kind of hurts to see my mother seeped in sadness.
And with that, Alex is out, and this particular chapter of our lives comes to a close. It would be almost a year later when the bastard makes his entrance again…
A new year, a new beginning. I don’t want to badmouth Alex Xu too much, but ever since he made himself scarce my life turned for the better. For starters, I could focus on my studies again, and my grades skyrocketed. I got into the A-class again for my secondary 5 year. Top notched grades means less grumbling from my father, and that in turn means less tuition and more time for friends. I went from a social recluse and a study nerd to an all-round popular guy.
Alex was nowhere to be seen at school. I was expecting an uncomfortable coexistence with him in 5A, but it would seem he had transferred out of the school entirely. It was only later into the semester when I got to know people who knew him, I found out that he dropped out of school because his grades crashed.
His parents then set him up at St. Vernon, the private school uptown. No one except me seemed to know what caused his fall. I guess, in a way, it turned out to be a good thing for him as well. St. Vernon churns out top graduates as copiously as a hormone infused cow lactates milk.
As for my parents, well, all seems fine and dandy at the front. They went back being lovey-dovey after recovering from the critical bump in their marriage last year. Still, being able to look at it from a third person’s perspective, I was able to detect some subtle changes in their relationship dynamics.
This was because I picked up a nasty habit of voyeurism. This was all Alex’s fault, really. Now I can only get my full kicks from skulking around in the dark and watching other people have sex. Porn just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I’ve had some successes on two fronts. One was the Chongs, the newlywed couple who just moved in next door. The other, of course, was my own parents.
Now, after what happened last year, I am pretty much familiar with the sounds my parents make when they make love. Not that I could see much of anything since they always lock the door before any hanky-panky takes place. However, an ear to the door draws me a good enough picture of what goes on in their bedroom as any. My father is as excitable as ever. My mother? Meh… I mean, an amateur pornographic actress makes better moans. My father was always in a good mood, so I guess he doesn’t notice anything different.
As for the Chongs, now there’s a couple who knows how to fuck and was carefree enough to leave the curtains up while they were at it. The nice thing about living in a terrace house is the roofs are all connected. You just need to know where to step and keep away from the power lines. I almost got served with an all you can eat high voltage buffet the first time I tried crossing over.
You may wonder whatever tempted me to try? Well, guess whose room is on the other side of their bedroom wall? It’s downright inhumane to subject a horny teenager to your bedroom concerto every night. I deserve my eyeful to go along with it. Would you have a sandwich without the filling?
So I ninja across the roof almost every night and plastered my face on their window. Good thing Mr. and Mrs. Chong usually leave their lights on whenever their passions seized them and they rut like rabbits all over their bedroom. It makes it easier for me to see them and harder for them to see me.
Let’s see, what else is new? Oh yeah. I got a girlfriend. Sweet girl named Eunice Lim. More on her later. For now, everything was relatively peaceful. I was maintaining a good balance between my academics, social life, and voyeurism fetish. Life was good.
Then came the storm…
Daniel:
Chinese New Year is generally a time for family to come together, but this year’s reunion came with a twist. After driving all the way up to Penang to visit my paternal grandparents and relatives for a few days, we hurried back home to receive my mother’s side of the family.
My maternal grandparents were flying in from Singapore while Uncle Kenny, Auntie Joyce, Uncle Andy, and Auntie Grace were driving up from Muar, Johor. Imagine our surprise to find my aunts and uncles pulling up at our front gate in their car with bulky luggage up to their eyeballs. It looked like they stuffed their entire homes into the back of their vehicles.
Joyce and Grace were my mother’s sisters, she being the middle child while Grace was the eldest and Joyce was the youngest. As you can imagine, the sisters shared many remarkable similarities. All had alluring hourglass figures, soft looking porcelain skin, and the distinct lovely features on heart shaped faces. Despite being the second child, my mom was slightly taller than my aunts who both shared more or less similar height.
I would say Auntie Grace is the curviest of the lot. She had already given birth twice, which gave her the extra flair around her butt and hips. She wore jeans when she arrived, but the thick denim fabric did little to hide the supple looking curve of her shapely butt. My God, I felt an immediate urge to bury my face against her behind when she walked through my gate swaying those luscious hips. Too bad I was all grown up. I would have gotten away with a butt hug if I was a little boy.
Auntie Joyce didn’t have children yet, and from the look of her, I don’t think she is in any hurry to get knocked up. She wasn’t as voluptuous as my mother or Auntie Grace, but she was by no means without appeal. I could tell she led an active lifestyle. Her body was gracefully toned and fit, like a sleek gazelle. She reminded me of Andrea, but with slightly more blessing in the chest and ass department. With Andrea, you could mistake her for a school girl. Auntie Joyce was definitely all woman.
After some heartwarming embraces, it was explained that my aunts and uncles were moving into town. That was odd. Why would they suddenly pack up and leave Muar without even giving us a heads up? I could see that my parents sensed that something was amiss as well, but they decided to let the matter drop till later. It was Chinese New Year after all.
Well, I couldn’t care less. It was none of my business anyway. There was only one thing on my mind at this point. And that was the little red packets of cash I was entitled to after dinner. Angpow motherfuckers! For a cash strapped teenager, that was the only meaning behind CNY.
My Penang trip had yielded much fruit, close to RM1000 in total. It was not easy money as you would think. I had to sit still in one living room after another, waiting for my parents to finish swapping stories with my relatives, most of whom I barely knew.
Their dialogues basically follows the same basic formula. One side would ask something like “Eh, whatever happened to that person?” And the other will reply something like “You don’t know ah? I can tell you in one sentence, but fuck it, here’s the hour long version with lots of other unrelated stuff sprinkled on top.” All the while, the same maddening Chinese New Year songs sang by unconvincingly joyful voices were being played over and over in the background.
In the end, nobody actually gives a shit what happened to the person they were talking about in the first place. And I would end up visiting the restroom to pee out an entire bottle worth of Coke, which I ingested out of boredom, before we leave for another house to repeat the entire process. The shit I do for money.
Dinner with my maternal family was kind of a gloomy affair. There was something obviously weighing on everyone’s minds. Even my cousins felt a little awkward. It must have been quite a shock to them to suddenly move up here. They were a lot younger than me since my mother got pregnant with me way before Auntie Grace got married to Uncle Andy.
After dinner, the adults sat around the table to make small talk and try to act like nothing was amiss, while we kids went to the living room to watch TV. My grandparents came over soon after with what I have been waiting for. My little cousins were ecstatic for about 10 minutes before Auntie Grace came over and persuaded them to let her have their angpow for safekeeping. Poor kids. They’re never going to see a cent of that money again. I myself only stopped falling for that trick when I reached 12 years old.
Two down, four more red packets to go. Keep em coming people.
The wait would turn out to be a futile gesture. My aunts and uncles were not dispensing any angpows that night. What the fuck? Did they forget? But it’s Chinese freaking New Year!
My darkened face went unnoticed by the adults during the course of the evening. When midnight came, we prepared for bed. My uncles and father got the couches downstairs, my grandparents took the guestroom, and I had to share my room with my cousins. My mother and aunts got the master bedroom.
Daniel:
I was tired but found it difficult to sleep. Why? Because I was horny as hell. Usually, I would have had my fix of the Chongs in action before bedtime, but with my cousins here, I can’t very well climb out of my window in front of them. Right now I imagined a nude Mr. and Mrs. Chong lying exhausted in their bed, hot, sweaty, and grinning ear to ear with satisfied smiles on their faces.
When your mind is sleepy yet horny, your imagination tends to race faster than you can rein it. All of a sudden, in my mind, Mrs. Chong turned into Auntie Grace. Mr. Chong smiled and rose to straddle my Aunt who immediately spread her luscious legs to accommodate him. Mr. Chong and Auntie Grace joined together in carnal union, their faces contorted with pleasure. Fuck this was hot.
They fucked eagerly and desperately for a few minutes until someone else approached the bed. It was Auntie Joyce in a full set of pink lace Victoria Secret lingerie which I was sure my mind had pulled from a memory of watching a VS fashion show online.
Auntie Joyce moved behind the couple fucking wantonly on the bed. She had a clear view of Mr. Chong’s slick cock pounding in and out of Auntie Grace’s steaming hot pussy. She began kissing Mr. Chong on his butt. Mr. Chong stopped his vigorous thrusts and pulled out of Auntie Grace. Auntie Joyce immediately slid between their sweaty thighs and engulfed the juice drenched cock with her mouth causing Mr. Chong to hiss with delight.
She sucked him for a full minute before moving onto the bed. My two Aunts got aggressive. They got on their knees and pushed Mr. Chong on to his back. Auntie Joyce crawled between his legs and continued to service his cock, making wet smacking and slurping noises. She was joined seconds later by Auntie Grace who had positioned herself in 69 above Mr. Chong.
Mr. Chong propped himself up on pillows to watch the sisters take turns savoring his cock. His hands were on Auntie Grace’s gorgeous round butt, runing his fingers along the swollen red slit of her plump pussy which began dripping with anticipation.
He then looked up ahead. There was someone else approaching. My mother, May, dressed in a long white spaghetti strapped nightgown stepped into the dim lights. The all too familiar expression of lust was emblazoned across her face.
“Nice of you to join us,” Mr. Chong said. “What about your husband?”
“He’s asleep…” my mother answered, gazing hungrily at the piece of meat her sisters were sharing.
“I see. So, what do you want to do?”
My mother stepped forward in reply and climbed on the bed. Mr. Chong smirked and grabbed Auntie Grace by her hips and pulled her curvy butt against his face. She threw he head back and moaned loudly when she felt his hot tongue slide into her moist silky depths.
My mother positioned herself to kneel above Mr. Chong’s hips. She tentatively raised her dress, revealing her white sexy lace thong which did little to hide her beautiful shaved pussy. Beneath her, Auntie Joyce picked up the effort, sliding her lips back and forth on his cock while her sister’s baking snatch began dripping juices from above.
Auntie Grace, enduring the assault of Mr. Chong’s skillful tongue inside her, bent down and pushed her face against my mother’s crotch. With one finger, she pulled the flimsy, stretchy, material of her thong aside and gave her sister a long languorous lick on her reddened excited slit.
“Ahh… Ah-jie!” my mother moaned.
Aunty Grace was in no position to answer her call. It was already hard enough to keep lapping at her sister’s pussy while panting and moaning hard from Mr. Chong’s own playful tonguemanship.
Auntie Joyce gave his cock one last long sloppy suck, popping her sexy lips off the tip at the end. “I think he’s ready for you jie…” she said hoarsely.
“Mmmm… ah… ah… I think she’s ready as well,” Auntie Grace added. She moved higher, trailing kisses on my mother’s trim belly while her hands moved between her legs to spread my mother’s quivering pussy lips.
Auntie Joyce positioned Mr. Chong’s turgid cock straight up beneath my mother. “Come sit down ah-jie!” she said with her own voice trembling with excitement.
My mother obliged and brought down her hips to impale herself on Mr. Chong’s very lucky dick. “Aaaaahhhhhh…” she moaned with joy.
Daniel:
Ugh.
I woke up sweating profusely and emanating with feverish heat. That was one hell of an intense dream. Holy shit, I just came in my shorts. What’s even more amazing is that I’m still so hard it actually hurts. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt around in the dark for my phone to check the time. It was almost 1 am. I barely slept for an hour.
Feeling a desperate need to relieve my bladder, I tiptoed out of my room, careful not to wake my cousins. Even when I was standing over the toilet, I had to wait a full five minutes for my solid dick to thaw before I could proceed with my business.
When I was done, I stuffed my flaccid cock back into my sticky shorts and made my way back to my room. On the way, I noticed the light from under my parent’s room was still on. Looks like my mother and aunts were still up. I was drawn towards the door and was soon pressing my ear on the surface. It was more of a force of habit than a curious impulse.
Their voices was slightly muffled, but I could discern between who was speaking.
Grace: So that’s the story.
Joyce: I’m so sorry for the trouble.
May: Nonsense. We’re sisters. You can come to me for anything.
Grace: I was hoping we can start anew over here. Andy was looking to expand his business out of Johor anyway.
May: But how much money does Kenny actually owe those people?
Joyce: We’ve paid what we could, but there is still about 100,000 left.
Grace: And that’s after Andy and I chipped in to share the burden over the year.
May: You both should have come to me from the start.
Grace: We couldn’t. Once those people know you’re related, they will start harassing you too, just like what happened to Andy and me. We don’t want to involve you and Steve in this mess.
Joyce (sobbing) : I’m so sorry ah-jie.
May: Mei, enough. It’s not your fault. More importantly, what is Kenny planning to do about all this? This is his debt after all.
Joyce: That’s the whole reason we moved up here. Kenny got a job offer. If I get another job and save the money, I think we can get pay them back in full by next year.
May: It won’t take that long. I’ll chip in what I can.
Grace: Me too. We’ll get through this.
Awwww… that’s so sweet. All that emotional drama just fizzled out my raging libido for the night. I think I can finally get some sleep now. What happened to Auntie Joyce sure as hell sucks though. I’ve always thought that Uncle Kenny was a little too fanatic with his passions. He was the type who would go crazy over every little new business idea that popped into his mind. And he never wants to start small too. Oh no. There had to be a grand opening for everything. If you don’t start a venture with a bang, you might as well not start it at all, was his motto. Well, now his life was certainly banged up in more ways than one.
I don’t particularly mind that Auntie Grace and Auntie Joyce were moving into town. Hell, after the dream I just had, I’m beginning to see them in new light. At least masturbating with them in mind wouldn’t make me feel as guilty as if it was my mother. Besides, the worst of their problems seems to be over. Like I said before, a new year, a new beginning. I guess that applies to others as well as me.
I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, right?
Daniel:
I don’t know what it’s made of and I don’t care if it’s bad for me. Nothing beats piping hot instant noodles for a late night snack. I emptied the savory contents of the seasoning packet into the boiling pot of water before dumping in the noodles. Then I stand back and let it work its magic. I wonder why the inventor of instant noodles never got a Nobel Prize? I mean, the stuff practically fueled an entire working class generation.
All was quiet in our household tonight. My grandparents got on the plane back to Singapore yesterday and Uncle Andy and Auntie Grace officially moved out to their newly rented condo a few hours later. The freed up guest room was immediately claimed by Uncle Kenny and Auntie Joyce, who I guess was too broke to afford a place of their own.
My father was not very happy about having freeloaders in our house. It was up to my mother to persuade him that the arrangement was only until they could get themselves on their feet. I guess most of her persuading must have taken place after the lights went off, because my father emerged from the bedroom this morning looking like a million dollars and subsequently became ever so courteous with our guests.
I cracked an egg and dropped the gooey blob into the stew. Using a chopstick, I poked at the golden yolk and spill its creamy contents into the soup. The egg whites, I prefer to leave undisturbed until they solidify.
My stomach rumbled out of impatience, the third time in the past hour. I don’t blame it. Keeping your balance on the roof in the cold night wind while your heart is racing from watching the couple in action next door is hard work. I deserve the calories brewing before me and whatever hair-balding side effects which comes along with it. With that being said, I cracked another egg over the pot to replenish the protein I lost down the toilet after the steamy peeping session.
I knew something hot was going to go down in the Chong’s bedroom tonight. I had caught a glimpse of Mrs. Chong, who I might as well call Stacy, given how much of her more intimate side I have seen over the past months, talking with Auntie Joyce over the fence as she and Uncle Kenny was preparing to leave for their job hunt this morning.
There was the unmistakable glimmer of mischievousness in Stacy’s eyes, the same look I had seen countless times within the confines of her bedroom when she was enticing her husband to come fuck her on the bed. I thought it odd at that time. I mean, it would be understandable if she was making goo-goo eyes at my Uncle Kenny. He was a reasonably handsome man. But why the hell was she eyeing my Auntie Joyce like that? It gave me the chills.
And who knew Stacy was that friendly in the first place? She and my mother never really got acquainted since my father and Mr. Chong kind of got off on the wrong foot. It was something about Mr. Chong always parking his second car over our half of the pavement outside the fence.
I had to wait until it was night time to be proven right. I was already poised outside their window when Stacy practically dragged Mr. Chong into the bedroom and tore his clothes off. What the hell just possessed that woman?
Stacy had a slim, petite, short, body and breasts. She prefers to wear her hair short in a cute bobcut. I wouldn’t call her ravishingly beautiful, but she was pretty enough, ironically, in a girl next door kind of way. At first sight, I was under the impression that she was as meek as a dormouse. Over the past months, my impression of her changed to cute dormouse by day who fucks like a mink by night. After tonight, I must throw the term ‘wildcat’ into the mix. Even Mr. Chong got caught off guard by Stacy’s sudden explosion of sexual prowess.
Which brings me to the unassuming Mr. Chong, or as his wife Stacy like to scream out again and again during their rumbustious lovemaking sessions, ‘Ah-Chong’. At first glance, Ah-Chong gives off a kind of dull nerdy vibe, the kind most men get when they stay stuck at the same monotonous routine desk-job for a decade or two. I wouldn’t call him fat, more like nicely rounded, or chubby. He was always dressed in the same white formal shirt and black slacks every day, with his hair neatly combed and gelled on to his head, split-style. He wore glasses which helped magnify his small shifty eyes.
In short, he was the exact picture of a man whose face I would imagine constantly meeting up with a bully’s fist, and certainly not a man whose after work hours was spent almost entirely on getting laid. I would call him lucky, but from the noise Stacy gives off night after night, I’m at a dilemma at deciding who was luckier.
Stacy practically raped Ah-Chong for the entire first hour after he got back from work tonight. She almost squealed her little head off riding and grinding herself on top of him. When she finally collapsed after God knows how many orgasms, Ah-Chong flipped her around on to the bed and exacted his vengeance by pounding mercilessly into her small tight pussy for a long time, until her screams grew hoarse. When he finally headed to the bathroom for a shower, Stacy remained spread limply on the bed, seemingly unconscious. A wildcat and an invincible ox… My neighbors are beasts.
A sharp sizzling sound broke me out of my reverie of tonight’s events. Fuck! My noodles are boiling over. I snap the dial on the stove shut. The foam slowly subsided but the damage had been done. Soggy overcooked noodles. Bah! Wait why is my neck wet? Why am I drooling? Ugh!
Daniel:
The moon provided all the illumination I needed to cook my supper. With all that sneaking around, I’ve become more comfortable with doing things in the dark. However, the same could not be said for cleaning up. Still, I was too lazy and pissed off to bother switching on the lights, which was a good thing too, because just as I finished discarding the noodles, the lights at the main hall went on.
Crap. Have I been discovered? I quickly ducked low and hope that the fresh smell of my cooking wouldn’t be too conspicuous. Wait a minute, why am I even hiding? I’m entitled to make my own supper aren’t I? All this sneaking around is beginning to instill some really bad habits.
I heard a giggle. Curious, I got down low and crept to the kitchen entrance and peeked around the corner. Before me, Uncle Kenny and Auntie Joyce were canoodling on the couch in the living room.
“Mmmm… Ken, Don’t lah. I thought you said want to get a beer?” Joyce mewed.
“Later babe. I cannot tahan liao. We haven’t done it since we left Muar.”
“Aiyo, lets go back to the room first lah.”
“With the way you moan? We’ll be lucky if the entire house don’t wake up,” Kenny said, his hands already pushing her red T-shirt upwards. “Here is better. Harder for them to hear.”
Auntie Joyce’s beautiful perky tits came into view. So she was braless underneath that baggy T-shirt the entire evening? Why didn’t I pay attention? My God, her breasts were beautiful. Auntie Joyce was already pushing 30, but her gorgeous round pink tipped tits showed no signs of sagging at all. Uncle Kenny wasted no time mauling those soft looking mounds.
“Ahhnn…”
Uncle Kenny wasn’t kidding about her moans. Jeezus, they were so feminine and sexy that it would definitely make the blood of any male within earshot boil. No, try over-boil, like how my noodles ended up.
“Ahhnnn… mmmhh.. haaaah…”
Oh shit, I’m getting so hard… Fuck it, I left my phone upstairs. Aunt Joyce’s phenomenal moans was driving me crazy, and I had no way of recording it. Despite having just relieved myself after watching the Chongs not more than 30 minutes ago, I was ready to go again. What witchery is this?
“Baby, you’re so hot,” Uncle Kenny growled. “Stand up; I want to check my property.”
Uncle Kenny’s words brought a thrill up my spine. Auntie Joyce stood up immediately, her face flushed hot and her eyes gleaming with excitement. She bit her lip sexily and used her hands to raise the baggy red T-shirt up to her chest keeping her beautiful breasts in view.
She wore a pair of white cotton running shorts. It slid down her slim smooth legs soon enough by Uncle Kenny’s hand. Auntie Joyce stepped out of the shorts at her feet and stood on unsteady, trembling legs, slightly apart. No panties either.
Uncle Kenny’s ‘property’, as he called it, was completely waxed clean. The image of her pink, smooth pussy was burned into my mind and was messing with my coordination. I had to force myself to tear my eyes away from that beautiful bald cunt to momentarily focus on extracting my hard dick out of my pants.
Uncle Kenny slid in a single finger into her deep pink folds, eliciting another soft sexy moan from Auntie Joyce. He then extracted the finger which glistened with hot juices.
“Mmmm… Some more want to act so innocent. I’ve never seen you so wet in a long time," he said.
“Ken… faster…” Auntie Joyce responded. She began grinding her hips towards his face.
Uncle Ken smirked and slid in two fingers into her hot pink snatch.
“Aaaaahhhh…”She moaned.
Auntie Joyce bent forward to embrace Uncle Kenny’s head while still standing on parted legs. Uncle Kenny began fucking her with his fingers. The juices of her arousal was running down his hand and she was moaning like an A-list pornstar into his ear.
“How long have you wanted this?” Uncle Kenny asked.
“Ahhhnn, Sooo long… Since we arrived.”
“You slut. You want to do it here? In your sister’s house?”
“Oh yesss… Ahhh Ken! my pussy so syok.”
“Don’t cum yet dear. Get me ready, I’m going to fuck you all over the house.”
Oh, God. Not the kitchen. Please, God, don’t let them come to the kitchen, I prayed.
Auntie Joyce immediately fell between Uncle Kenny’s legs and started to pull his shorts down his legs. His hard dick sprung up before her. Auntie Joyce looked like a child who had just been presented her favorite candy. She immediately took the cock into her mouth. Uncle Kenny groaned blissfully.
After sucking him for a while Auntie Joyce released his cock and begged “Mmmm, dear ah, faster, I need you…”
As if in reply, the dick before her began spurting cum.
“Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!” Uncle Kenny gasped.
“Ugh… Noooo not yet!”
“Damn. Sorry dear. After so long never do, I cannot tahan.”
Auntie Joyce pouted back at him. Regardless of her disappointment, she fetched him a box of tissues. They cleaned up the best they could and got dressed before cuddling together on the couch.
“We should go back upstairs and sleep,” Uncle Kenny spoke up. “I start work tomorrow.”
“Okay dear,” was Auntie Joyce’s reply.
Pfffft. What happened to doing her all over the house? It would seem that in sex, just as in business, Uncle Kenny has the tendency to overestimate his own abilities. Sheesh. Not that I had a clear view of his nuts, but I guess some people just have extra big balls to store all that ego.
Daniel:
It’s my fault, it must be. I just need to figure exactly how it was my fault. The air in the taxi was heavy with unspoken resentment. Sensing the tension, the taxi driver tuned the radio until it churned out something agreeable to lighten the mood. I should let him keep the fare change later.
Eunice Lim, my girlfriend of three months sat beside me in the back seat, behind the taxi driver. Her face was turned away from me towards the window, sparing me her expression of annoyance tipped with fury. Hell knows no fury, like a woman scorned. Was that what happened? Have I been particularly scornful this evening?
I thought I was pretty decent tonight as we went for a dinner and a movie with several of our classmates. Okay, maybe my mind wasn’t entirely on the movie, or on dinner for that matter. But I couldn’t help myself. My Aunt Joyce’s moans from more than a week ago were still echoing between my ears and my mind kept summoning up images from that fateful night when she and Uncle Kenny got intimate in the living room.
“Sorry…” I said, both to her and all the women of the world for not being able to understand them. Eunice didn’t offer a response. “Will you at least tell me what I did wrong?” I added, growing a little annoyed by her cold treatment.
She glared at me. At least that was an improvement. “Why don’t you ask yourself?” She said.
What kind of a request is that? Why would I ask her if I could get the answer from myself? “Don’t like that lah. Give me a hint okay?” was my reply.
“You’ve been staring at the slut Tracy all night! Right in front of me some more!”
Tracy? She’s our classmate. I guess I noticed her early on in the evening, but who wouldn’t? She showed up wearing an extremely short tube dress. All the guys in our group no doubt ogled at her legs at one point or another. Funny thing was, I hardly ever did. In fact, I more or less had forgotten that she was part of the group. Like I said, my mind was elsewhere.
“No I wasn’t! Since when?”
“Some more want to deny?” she spat back. She then leaned closer to speak in a lower voice so that the taxi driver wouldn’t get a gist. “You had an erection the entire evening, you pervert!” she hissed.
Fuck me. So that’s what it’s about. Now here I am at a dilemma. Should I lie and say I’ve been checking out Tracy, or do I let my girlfriend know that I was fantasizing about my own aunt? How would she react if she knew the lovely boner I so shamelessly spotted the entire evening was dedicated to my Auntie Joyce?
“It’s not like that lah…” I said.
“Whatever.”
“Seriously, my mind was someplace else.”
“Obviously. You didn’t even notice that your so called best friend was flirting with me.”
My so called best friend? Who’s that? I have friends, but no more best friends. Not after the last one seduced my mother.
“See!” she said, “you don’t even know do you?”
Who? I wondered. Michael? Roy? Kennard? No, those guys are already attached. They wouldn’t try to pull anything with their girlfriends right next to them watching their every move.
“Richard?” I finally answered. He was the only one that made sense. Richard Lee is notorious in our school for being a shameless playboy. So much so that the girls in our class made it a point to steer clear of him. That never stopped him from fishing in the other classes though. New arrivals at our school were his favorite targets. As soon as word reached his ears that some belle just transferred in from somewhere else, he would be hot on her heels. I’d put his success rate at about 30%.
His relationships rarely lasted more than three months though. Usually, he would drop them after having his fill of them, but sometimes, it was the other way round when the girls realized what a pig he was.
“Who else?” Eunice replied, sulking. “That guy is disgusting. You’re worse. It’s like you don’t even care.”
“Sorry la. I got a lot of things on my mind. I really didn’t notice.”
“Why do you guys keep inviting him along anyway?”
That was a good question. Let’s just say, Richard has got himself somewhat of a fan club among the male population of the school. It was a no brainer. Most of us are teenagers plagued by constant horniness and desperate to get laid. Richard was a guy who has got into the panties of about 20 girls since secondary 3, plus it was rumored that he once seduced a teacher as well. Put the two together and you get a scene like in the old Chinese kungfu movies where students would travel from far and wide to the master’s dojo and kowtow in front of him, begging tutelage.
“I don’t know…” was all I could say.
“Why are you even friends with him then?” She asked back.
What’s with her? So much excellent questions today. I guess I was drawn to Richard for the loot. What is the loot? Well, get to know Richard well enough, and you get to enter into his inner circle, and his inner circle gets to rent his pendrive every now and then which contains videos and pictures of his conquests. Richard was careful though. The drive would be protected. One could watch and view its contents on a computer but would never be able to copy the files.
Yeah, I was kind of hoping to get my hands on that pendrive, hence my apparent friendship with Richard. I’ve only heard gists of its fabled contents from small snippets of gossip among the boys. There was apparently upskirt shots of almost every girl of note in the school, plus hardcore videos, not only of Richard and his conquests, but many others who had traded in their own amateur clips in for a chance to glimpse the flashdrive’s contents.
Being a hopeless voyeur, it was my wet dream.
“Aiya, Richard isn’t so bad once you get to know him.”
Eunice glared at me like I was dirt from another planet. We did not speak throughout the trip back to her home. Of course she left me without splitting the fare. God damn it.
The taxi driver dropped me off at my home 20 minutes later where I kissed goodbye to the meager remains of this month’s allowance. Before I could get past my front gate, a car parked behind me flashed its lights several times. It was a deep blue BMW M5. I know that car.
I walked up to the passenger side and pulled the door open. “What do you want Richard?” I asked.
“Whoa, why so serious?” he replied.
I sighed. Richard was a handsome guy. Charming too. He had an air of relaxed humor about him. No one seemed to be able to stay angry at him.
“Eunice is pissed,” I told him.
He shrugged. “Get in, I want to show you something.”
“It’s late bro.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”
One thing about Richard, he was usually right about what I would want and I don’t want. This was it! I thought to myself, I’ve made it into his inner circle. So I hopped in.
Richard drove us to a karaoke joint downtown.
“What are we doing here?” I asked. All the secrecy was getting me nervous and excited at the same time.
“You’ll see,” he replied mysteriously.
We went inside. My first impression of the place is that it was way too shady to be a proper karaoke place. The dim lights and overwhelming smell of air fresheners makes it seem that people come here to do everything else but sing.
The guy at the counter only nodded at Richard as he walked past him towards the back where the rooms were. The first room we passed was rumbustious with laughter. In the second and third, some people were singing very badly. As I walked past the fourth, I thought I heard the desperate moans and gasps of a man and a woman. I felt my heart race for what might be in store for me. Richard led the way past the next few doors towards the very last room in the row, deep within the belly of this suspicious place.