Chapter 1552
Cynthia had just finished slipping back into her wool dress and tidying up her slightly disheveled hair. There wasn't much she could do about the torn stockings Kevin had ripped earlier. She'd have to quietly change them when she got home. She walked over to Kevin and asked softly, "Kevin, did Audrey call you to come home?"
"Yeah," Kevin replied, feeling a bit frustrated. He was just about to undress Cynthia completely when Audrey's call interrupted them. He didn't want to ignore Audrey, especially since she rarely took the initiative. If he didn't go home quickly, it would seem ungrateful. He had no choice but to give up the idea of being intimate with Cynthia.
Seeing Kevin's disappointed expression, Cynthia felt a twinge of pity. Although Kevin desired her, he still had boundaries. If he had forced himself on her earlier, what could she have done but silently endure it?
With that thought, she took the initiative to hug Kevin, pressing his head against her chest. Hesitantly, she said, "Alright, don't be so down. If you really like this, I'll satisfy you next time."
"Really, Cynthia?" Kevin looked up, confused. "But didn't you say we couldn't do this anymore?"
Cynthia playfully scolded, "Can't I change my mind? You were considerate of my feelings earlier, so of course, I'll consider yours too. Kevin, you're a good kid. I'm just afraid of hurting you." She suddenly felt a pang of sadness. If it weren't for Edgar causing trouble, she wouldn't have to sacrifice her body and dignity for his future. At least Kevin wasn't just a boy with dirty thoughts; he left her some dignity.
As they stepped out of Kevin's house, the temperature had dropped significantly, at least five degrees from daylight. Despite wearing a wool dress, Cynthia's legs were only covered by thin stockings, and the cold wind made her shiver. She turned to look at Kevin, who was staring at her legs encased in black stockings, swallowing hard. She couldn't help but smile. After what had just transpired, Kevin's behavior struck her as more straightforward and endearing rather than sleazy.
Cynthia drove Kevin to the alley entrance and reminded him to come over for dinner the next evening. She didn't want Kevin to hold a grudge against Edgar and thought it best to explain things face-to-face.
When Kevin got home, Audrey greeted him. Her delicate features and seductive charm were accentuated by her nightgown, which clung tightly to her ample breasts. The short hem barely covered her thighs, revealing her long, shapely legs. Audrey’s allure was mesmerizing.
Thinking about how Audrey was now entirely his, Kevin felt a surge of pride, momentarily forgetting about Cynthia. However, recalling their earlier argument, he felt a bit uneasy, worried that Audrey might hold it against him.
Seeing Kevin hesitating at the door, Audrey's anger dissipated. Sometimes she unconsciously treated him like an adult man, but he was only sixteen and prone to impulsive actions. She walked over, took his hand, and smiled gently, "Alright, Kevin, I was at fault too regarding Sean. Are you hungry?"
"Not yet," Kevin replied, touched by Audrey's kind tone. He almost teared up. Audrey usually blamed him for everything, but now she was apologizing. How could he not be moved?
"Okay, hang tight. I'll make you some noodles," Audrey said with a smile as she headed to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, she brought out a steaming bowl of noodles and softly said, "Dig in." Kevin, having spent the afternoon with Cynthia, was starving. He devoured the noodles and licked his lips, saying, "Audrey, your cooking is getting better and better. It's even better than my mom's."
"Really?" Audrey smiled seductively. "Then I won't be your cousin anymore. I'll be your Godmother."
"Sure," Kevin's eyes lit up with excitement. "Audrey, I want some milk." Seeing him staring at her chest, Audrey blushed and playfully scolded, "Who wants to be your Godmother? You've already got enough. I don't want to join the crowd." Although only Grace was officially recognized as his Godmother, Alissa, Evelyn, Daisy, and Maurice treated Kevin like their own son. Bethany would be shocked to know her son had won over so many older women.
The two reconciled and sat on the couch watching TV. Kevin, touching Audrey's smooth legs, thought about how sexy she would look in black stockings. He grinned and said, "Audrey, do you have any black stockings?"
"Yeah, I do," Audrey frowned. "Why do you ask?"
"Can you wear them for me? I want to see," Kevin said, imagining how sexy Audrey would look in black stockings, feeling aroused.
"You can't think of anything proper, can you?" Audrey rolled her eyes but couldn't resist his pleading. She got up and went to the bedroom. After their argument, she felt the need to do something to mend their relationship.
Cynthia returned home to find Edgar sprawled on the couch, engrossed in his phone. The living room reeked of smoke and feet. She frowned and said, "Edgar, are you smoking in the living room again? And can you wash your feet? They stink."
"I just got back. Let me chill for a bit," Edgar replied without even looking up from his phone. Cynthia sighed and went to check on their son, Sean, who was diligently doing his homework. She then headed to the bedroom, slipped out of her wool dress, and hung it up. As she bent down to remove her stockings, her smooth legs were revealed. The waistband had imprinted a red mark on her waist, and her round buttocks were barely covered by a thong.
Gazing at the torn stockings, she blushed, recalling Kevin's touch. Her body responded once more. She quickly rolled up the stockings and hid them at the bottom of the wardrobe, planning to dispose of them the next day.
Her thong was also damp and sticky, making her uncomfortable. She grabbed a fresh pair of panties and bent over to remove the thong. Suddenly, she felt a hard slap on her butt. Startled, she turned to see Edgar standing in the bedroom. "Edgar, what are you doing? You scared me."
"Who else could it be besides me and our son?" Edgar hugged Cynthia from behind, roughly pulling down her thong and squeezing her soft buttocks. "If it wasn't me, could it be Sean? Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't dare."
"Don't talk nonsense. You're his father. How can you say that about your son?" Cynthia scolded, relieved she had hidden the stockings. If Edgar had seen them, he would have been suspicious.
"What’s there to be afraid of? Sean is a coward,," Edgar said, rubbing Cynthia’s smooth buttocks. His fingers slipped between her cheeks, soon touching her wet pubes. He frowned and felt her wet thong. "Honey, why are your panties wet? What’s going on?" Cynthia panicked. Edgar was a police officer and had picked up on something. She tried to stay calm and said, "What do you mean? I forgot to take them off when I went to the bathroom. Are you accusing me of cheating? Why don’t you take them to the forensic lab to check for semen?" Hearing this, Edgar stopped being suspicious. He reached around to unhook her bra and squeezed her breasts. “Of course not. Don’t be mad. I was just asking. Didn’t you just see Kevin? I was worried he might have harassed you."
"He's just a kid. What could he do?" Cynthia sighed with relief. "Besides, I meet clients every day, all wealthy men. If I wanted to cheat, I wouldn’t wait until now. You police officers have a habit of suspecting everyone. If I had known, I wouldn’t have married you."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Edgar said, turning Cynthia around and cupping her breasts. He sucked on her nipples until they were hard, then eagerly undressed. "Hey, what are you doing? Sean isn’t asleep yet," Cynthia protested. "Aren’t you afraid he'll hear?"
"So what? Let him hear. He can see his dad's skills," Edgar said, undeterred. He stripped naked, revealing his erect penis, and pulled Cynthia to the bed.
"Edgar, maybe another time. I’m tired today," Cynthia said, not wanting to have sex. She felt no desire for Edgar, perhaps because of her intimate encounter with Kevin. She felt guilty and unclean.
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