Chapter 1342
The sensation of Kevin's touch was so unfamiliar, so long forgotten. It transported her back to her younger days, back to the shared dorm rooms of the dance troupe. A weekend, her roommates out on the town, Oliver's hands on her skin, their clothes a tangled mess on the floor. Oliver's mouth on her nipple, the first time she'd truly felt like a woman, the thrill and excitement of that transition. Those had been the happiest days of her life. Now, sex with Oliver was… bland. Even when he was inside her, she felt nothing. But Kevin's mouth on her nipple, just this, was more arousing than anything she'd felt with her husband in years.
As a woman in her forties, Daisy didn't have a particularly high sex drive. The whole "thirty and flirty, forty and dirty" thing didn't apply to her. So even though things with Oliver were…lacking, she'd never considered having an affair.
Even married, Daisy was still a knockout, one of the two reigning beauties of the dance troupe, along with Willow. She'd always had admirers. Her graceful performances had captivated audiences for years. It might be a stretch to say every man in Harmony County knew her, but most men in their thirties and forties had seen her on stage. She was their sexy hometown girl, a nostalgic fantasy from their younger days.
Daisy never thought of cheating on Oliver. After all, her husband was the principal of Sunset Valley High, a prominent figure in the county. If she had an affair, it would definitely be a major scandal in Harmony County. Not only would Laura look down on her, but even her father, Malcolm, would be ashamed.
However, the physical hunger and inner emptiness remained unfulfilled, compelling her to channel all her energy into practicing yoga and tutoring Laura. Yet, as night fell and she lay in bed, gazing at the peacefully slumbering Oliver, Daisy was overcome by a sense of powerlessness, unwilling to resign herself to the prospect of each day unfolding in a similar manner.
Kevin's arrival had filled a void. His age, his identity, it all added a certain… piquancy. He wasn't a college student, whose impulsiveness might lead to complications. He wasn't a middle schooler, too young to connect with on any meaningful level.
She'd been cautious at first, observing him from a distance, this boy Laura liked so much. It was the incident at the water park, when Laura had a cramp and Kevin had saved her, that had truly touched her. He was brave, kind.
Back then, she'd still seen him as a kid. There were no romantic feelings. Later, when she'd invited him over, she'd realized he was no longer a child. He'd reacted to her body. Her own reaction had been a mixture of shock and… something else. Her daughter's classmate being attracted to her was… complicated. If not handled carefully, it could ruin things for both of them, even jeopardize Kevin's future.
So she'd used her body, allowing him to explore, to satisfy his curiosity, hoping to keep him from doing something stupid. It was similar to Audrey's initial reasoning. And Kevin… he was charming. He'd made a good impression. If it had been any other boy with those thoughts, she would have kicked him out. Her home wasn't a free-for-all.
But something had shifted. Her feelings for Kevin had evolved from maternal care to… something more. She kept it buried, of course. It was wrong. It would be a disaster. The principal's wife, the assistant director of the dance troupe… she couldn't afford that kind of scandal.
The first time she'd given him a handjob, she'd told herself it was a motherly act, a way to keep him from pursuing Laura, to relieve his tension.
At the hotel in Oceancrest City, she'd allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy. When he'd come between her thighs, it had felt… real. The guilt had come later, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. Back in Harmony County, she'd found herself thinking about it constantly, dreaming about his touch, waking up wet and needing to change her underwear.
Tonight, she'd wanted it again. She'd had Laura bring him back. As he suckled on her nipple, a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Kevin…" she gasped. "Oh, yes… gentler…"
Encouraged by her soft moans, Kevin sucked harder. The valley between her breasts was a paradise, a place any man would yearn to be. Her moans, the scent of her skin, drove him wild. His cock was rock hard. He switched between her nipples, drawing them out with his mouth.
Suddenly, Daisy's arms tightened around him, burying his face in her cleavage. Kevin gasped, his mouth and nose pressed against her soft flesh. He had to open his mouth to breathe. He felt her body trembling against his. After a long moment, she released him.
Kevin took a deep breath, almost suffocated by her ample bosom. A death many men would envy, he thought. Daisy's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over. "Daisy? Are you okay?"
"I'm… fine," she breathed, still panting. Her full breasts heaved, her nipples wet with his saliva.
Kevin glanced down. The sheet beneath her was damp. Had she just… come? From him sucking her nipples? "Daisy… did you… did you just…?"
"Yes," she whispered, her hand resting on his head. "Thank you, Kevin. I haven't felt that… in so long."
Kevin filed that information away. Daisy was as unsatisfied as Alissa had been. Oliver, that old geezer, couldn't even satisfy his own wife, and he had the nerve to lust after Kevin's cousin. If he pushed it too far, Kevin would happily cuckold him.
"Daisy, Oliver's away a lot. Are you… lonely?" he asked.
Daisy gave him a look. "Kevin, that's not really something you should be asking. That's… grown-up stuff."
Kevin sighed inwardly. She still saw him as a kid. But if he acted like a grown-up, she wouldn't pamper him like this, wouldn't be so unguarded. He wouldn't get to enjoy this… attention.
Noticing his still-erect penis, Daisy chuckled and took him in hand. "Let me take care of that for you, sweetie. Laura will be done with her piano practice soon."
But after several minutes, Kevin didn't come. Daisy was surprised. Usually, it didn't take this long. She looked at his swollen cock. "Kevin, honey, what's wrong? Don't hold back. It's not good for you. Just let go."
"Daisy," Kevin mumbled, his eyes fixed on her breasts, "I… I want a titjob."
Daisy blinked, then blushed, realizing what he meant. A titjob. As long as he didn't try to… enter her… that was okay. That was her line.
"Kevin! Where did you learn that word? Is that what you boys talk about at school?" she scolded playfully, giving his penis a light swat. The internet… it was a different world. When she was in school, she'd known nothing about these things. A racy scene in a romance novel had been enough to make her blush. And now kids knew everything. A titjob. Had she been that naive? Or had kids just gotten… more advanced?
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