Chapter 1439
Natalie suddenly approached Kevin, placing her arms on either side of the couch. She lowered her head and began to French kiss him, her ample breasts pressing against his chest, their hardened nipples tracing occasional circles. Her tousled hair brushed against his cheeks, making Kevin feel horny. He sucked eagerly on her tender tongue, his hands caressing and kneading her back and buttocks, his cock standing tall.
Unfortunately, Natalie deliberately arched her body, keeping her mons pubis just out of reach of his glans. Desperate, he lifted his hips, panting, "Natalie...please...I can't..."
"Oh, now you know how to beg? Weren't you just saying you didn't want to?" Natalie laughed coquettishly, lowering her pelvis to let her furry mons pubis barely touch Kevin's glans, teasing him. "Do you want it?"
"Yes, I want it," Kevin nodded frantically, driven mad by Natalie's teasing, his eyes turning red, feeling like he was about to explode. "Then beg me," Natalie commanded, twisting her waist, her wet and slippery labia rubbing against Kevin's hot erection, controlling the angle and pressure to prevent his glans from entering her.
"Natalie, hand it over," Kevin gasped, "You're my goddess."
"Call me mommy," Natalie demanded, positioning herself astride Kevin, her backside resting on his lap as she sensually rocked her hips. Her engorged, wet labia glided along, her slick arousal seeping down, making Kevin's erection impossibly slick, even dampening his pubic hair which clung together messily.
Kevin was taken aback; Natalie really knew how to play. But Natalie was only a few years older than Audrey; calling her 'sister' was fine, but 'mommy' felt a bit too much. Besides, thinking of his mother Bethany's stern expression filled him with guilt. He frowned, "Natalie, doesn't that make you sound old?"
"It's okay, I don't mind. I just want to hear you call me mommy." Natalie lowered her hips slightly, her pelvis pushing forward as Kevin's tip slipped into her, enveloped by her soft, slick entrance. The tight, velvety walls of her vagina contracted, massaging his glans. She whispered in his ear, "Call me mommy, or I'll stop." Kevin, his tip slowly retreating from her warmth, panicked and quickly shouted, "Mommy."
"Yes, Kevin, do you want to fuck mommy's pussy?" Natalie laughed, her breasts bouncing, her hips sinking, enveloping Kevin's slick erection again.
"Oh yeah...it's fucking deep." Kevin instinctively thrust up, driving his thick, hot member deep inside Natalie's welcoming warmth, grasping her bouncing breasts and kneading them eagerly, muttering "mommy" under his breath. Guilt washed over him, as if he were truly making love to his mother.
"Kevin, you're fucking me so good. Use that big cock to pound my pussy. I'm about to come," Natalie moaned sensually, her lush buttocks rising and falling, taking in Kevin's hot shaft. Her naked body, slick with fragrant sweat, exuded a mature scent that drove him wild.
Kevin clutched Natalie's hot, smooth body, thrusting with abandon, relishing the voluptuous embrace of this woman. His tip repeatedly struck her cervix, grinding against the swollen barrier, causing her juices to flow. His cock was gripped and massaged by the textured folds within her, creating a strong suction as the air was almost completely expelled from the cavity.
Even though he had just ejaculated twice, the taboo thrill of this mother-son fantasy quickly brought him to the brink again, and he erupted, spraying hot semen. Though the third ejaculation wasn't as thick as the first two, the intensity still hit around eighty percent, nearly draining his balls.
During sex, the release of ejaculation was the most enjoyable moment for a man. The quality of ejaculation was mainly measured by intensity, which ranged from zero to one hundred percent. The higher the intensity, the stronger the pleasure. The average for a normal man was between sixty and seventy percent, with anything below fifty percent feeling almost like premature ejaculation.
Kevin's intensity during his first time with a woman was about seventy to eighty percent, gradually decreasing with more sessions. But with experienced women like Vanessa and Natalie, it could still reach seventy-five to eighty percent. Special environments or unique stimulation could provide an additional five to ten percent boost.
Audrey was an exception. Their intensity during sex was always above ninety percent, and once, through breast sex alone, Audrey had brought Kevin to a hundred percent intensity. She was a natural-born sex goddess, and that was without deliberately teasing him. If Audrey were as seductive as Natalie, Kevin's ejaculation intensity might just explode!
The two of them clung to each other, panting heavily, their lower bodies still intertwined. After a moment, Natalie sat up, slowly lifting her hips, letting Kevin's fluid-covered cock slide out of her. A thick, white fluid trickled from her swollen slit.
"Kevin, did my pussy feel tight?" Natalie's brazen question made Kevin blush and left him momentarily speechless.
Kevin got up to clean himself, changed his clothes, and after a brief but tender embrace with Natalie, he said his goodbyes and headed downstairs towards the community gate. He rubbed his slightly sore lower back, thinking that Natalie was a woman no single man could satisfy. Even if Kevin's entire class took turns, they still might not keep up with her.
As he exited the community gate, he suddenly noticed a tall woman approaching. Her figure looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was Albert's aunt, Patty. She was dressed in a light brown trench coat, carrying a black handbag, and wearing high heels. Her long, slender legs were encased in black stockings, giving her an air of elegance and grace.
Patty might live in this community too, Kevin thought, surprised by the coincidence. He was about to greet Patty when a black Bentley pulled up beside her. A man in his thirties, dressed in a suit and tie, got out of the car, looking quite distinguished.
Kevin thought, 'Who is this guy?' He didn't recognize the car, but it looked even more luxurious than Natalie's. Perhaps he was some big shot from Harmony County, maybe someone interested in Patty.
Patty clearly knew the man, speaking to him with a cold expression, showing no interest in his advances. The man persisted, even grabbing Patty's hand. She tried to shake him off, but he pulled her into his arms.
Seeing this, Kevin thought the man might be trying to take advantage of Patty in the dark. These big shots really had some nerve. He wanted to help but hesitated, uncertain of their relationship. He didn't want to escalate the situation, and the man looked like trouble. Kevin and Patty were merely acquaintances; it wouldn't be wise to get involved.
But standing by while Patty was being harassed wasn't his style. Kevin noticed the security office nearby and had an idea. He rushed over and shouted, "Help, someone's being robbed up front!"
The security guards in the upscale community were vigilant. Hearing about a potential robbery, six guards immediately grabbed their batons and rushed over, surrounding the man and preparing to call the police. Patty had to step in to clear up the misunderstanding, and the man left reluctantly.
As Patty was about to re-enter the community, Kevin stepped out of the shadows, smiling, "Patty, long time no see."
"Kevin, what are you doing here?" Patty exclaimed, "You called the security guards, didn't you? No wonder they showed up so quickly."
"Who was that man?" Kevin asked curiously.
"He's my ex-husband, Harmony County's richest man, Lawrence. Haven't you heard of him?" Patty replied with a faint smile.
Kevin was stunned. Of course, he had heard of Lawrence, the legendary figure of Harmony County, who had transformed from an ordinary worker into a business tycoon with interests in coal mining, real estate, and transportation. His story was sensational enough to become a TV series. Kevin couldn't believe Lawrence was Patty's ex-husband.
"Why did you divorce him?" Kevin asked, scarcely able to believe it. Lawrence was the richest man in Harmony County, worth billions. To many, he seemed the perfect partner. Women would fight to be his mistress, let alone his wife. Why had Patty divorced such a man?
"Just incompatible personalities," Patty said, blushing slightly and quickly changing the subject. "But you haven't said why you're here." In truth, there was more to their divorce. Lawrence appeared normal on the surface, but after marriage, Patty discovered his perverse tendencies. He had a penchant for whips, handcuffs, candles, and his preferences only grew more extreme. He liked to drink Patty's urine and even wanted her to induce lactation.
Patty couldn't bear it any longer and divorced Lawrence, citing incompatibility. She never revealed the real reasons, not even to her closest sister, Evelyn.
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