Chapter 1092 Instinctive Indulgence
It was Kevin who woke Maurice up. She opened her eyes to see Kevin's flushed face, drenched in sweat, mumbling incoherently. She furrowed her brows, thinking he must be having a nightmare. She reached out, gently tugging his arm to wake him. However, Kevin was deep in his reverie and, instinctively, turned over, inadvertently pulling Maurice closer. Before she could react, Kevin reached out, embracing Maurice and exploring her with kisses and caresses.
Maurice felt a rigid sensation pressing against her stomach. Her mind went blank, her body feeble and powerless under Kevin's touch. Her attempts to resist were futile as Kevin, half-awake, felt the warmth of the woman in his arms, refusing to let go, his hands roaming freely.
"Kevin, Kevin, wake up," Maurice, both angry and anxious, felt her ample buttocks being fondled, her breasts being squeezed by Kevin's hands. Waves of pleasure surged through her as she involuntarily moaned softly. Aroused and craving, her body ignited with desire.
Her sexual appetite had always been strong. While she used to be intimate with her husband at least two or three times a week, his busy schedule and declining health had led to infrequent encounters. The long-standing frustration fueled her arousal, now heightened by the young man's embrace. The suppressed desires were on the brink of release.
Despite feeling utmost comfort in Kevin's touch, Maurice, a woman of high status, couldn't bring herself to indulge in such impropriety. Sensing Kevin's hands moving towards her lower body, she struggled with conflicting emotions. In a final effort, she forcefully twisted his arm.
Grumbling, Kevin finally woke up, looking bewildered at Maurice. He was momentarily confused about whether it was reality or a dream. "Mrs. Maurice, why are you here?" he timidly asked.
"You naughty boy, are you still half-asleep, forgetting you're at Auntie's house?" Maurice's face blushed crimson. Although her body still tingled from Kevin's touch, seeing his innocent expression, she held back. Young men like him were easily excitable and a little provocation could lead to undesirable consequences. It was her oversight to let Kevin sleep on the bed with her.
"Oh, I forgot," Kevin realized his mistake. He had been out of it, glancing at Maurice who looked radiant with disheveled hair, her nightgown slightly lifted, revealing her voluptuous figure. Memories of his dreams flooded back, stirring emotions within him.
"Kevin, I'm a bit thirsty. Can you pour me a glass of water?" Maurice sensed the ambiguity and swiftly changed the subject.
"Sure," Kevin responded, getting up to fetch water. He couldn't shake off his earlier sensations with Maurice, worried he may have crossed a line. As he poured the water, he pondered over the situation. Had he done something inappropriate with Maurice? He couldn't risk being mistaken for a rascal.
Returning with the glass, Kevin absentmindedly handed it to Maurice. But in her distracted state, she accidentally grabbed his hand, causing the water to spill onto Kevin's shorts, leaving a wet patch. Kevin winced at the sudden warmth.
"Oh, Kevin, are you okay? Quickly take off your pants," Maurice fretted.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Maurice," Kevin hesitated, reluctant to undress in front of her. He hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind him to check. Thankfully, the spilled water wasn't scalding. His manhood was slightly red, reminding him of a similar incident at Daisy's place. Kevin sighed, feeling exasperated. Were these women deliberately testing him, tormenting his manhood? If anything happened, his future sexual well-being would be ruined.
At that moment, Maurice knocked on the door, "Kevin, are you okay? I found you a clean pair of underwear. Please put them on."
Opening the door absentmindedly, Kevin forgot he was without pants. Seeing Maurice hand over the underwear, he met her gaze, only to realize his erected manhood on full display. Bathed in the bathroom light, Maurice was captivated by his virile member, veins throbbing, a sizable glans glistening, emanating undeniable vitality.
"Kevin...you..." Maurice's gaze lingered on Kevin's manhood for a moment before she caught herself. Hastily handing over the underwear, she turned away, forgetting about her injured foot, stumbling and falling to the ground.
Kevin rushed to her aid, grabbing hold of Maurice, his erect manhood swaying with each movement, occasionally brushing against her buttocks through her nightgown.
Even through the fabric, Maurice could feel the intense heat and firmness of Kevin's manhood. Compared to her husband, it was much more potent. Her knees turned weak, a rush of heat flooded her lower body, her heart racing. Locking eyes with Kevin, she gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, I'm fine. Put on your underwear. What are you waiting for?"
Understanding the situation, Kevin hastily redressed, his cheeks flushed. Maurice, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, nodded shyly and climbed onto the bed. After a while, Kevin fell asleep, audibly snoring. However, Maurice found herself unable to sleep, thoughts swirling with images of Kevin's robust youthful manhood. Trembling with desire, she unconsciously pressed her thighs together, exploring her body through her undergarments. Overcome by arousal and battling her inner turmoil, she grappled with her escalating need, torn between reason and temptation.
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