Chapter 1625
"Infectious is infectious. We share blessings and face difficulties together," Albert chuckled.
"You're silly," Lucy playfully rolled her eyes at him, her eyes filled with tenderness. Suddenly, she asked, "Why didn't we see Kevin tonight?"
"Who knows, he's a busy man now," Albert shrugged, "Why are you so concerned about him? I'm your boyfriend."
"You only know you're my boyfriend," Lucy pouted, lightly humming, "When Laura was performing earlier, it seemed like someone was drooling over her."
"Oh! That..." Albert became nervous, "Lucy, don't misunderstand, let me explain..."
"Alright, there's no need to explain," Lucy smiled gently. I was just teasing you. Laura is so beautiful. Who wouldn't want to look? I'm not jealous. Anyway, it's getting late; you should head home."
Hurriedly returning home, Albert pondered Lucy's words. He felt ashamed as Lucy genuinely liked him, but did he like Lucy as much? Or was he just using her as a substitute for Laura, or was it because of her much fuller breasts compared to Laura's?
Thinking about fondling Lucy's smooth and tender breasts earlier, Albert felt a bit hot. He opened his computer, navigated to a folder named "Study Materials" on the D drive, and then opened a hidden folder containing various adult videos he had been downloading since middle school. There were over a thousand video files from different countries, covering a wide range of content like voyeurism, domination, rape, creampie, outdoor, mother-son, busty, teacher-student... There were also folders categorized by actresses, all featuring busty actresses that matched his taste.
He clicked on a folder featuring an actress with a sweet and mature appearance, large breasts, and good acting skills. This was his favorite actress, who had retired and left behind just over twenty films. The themes were diverse, including uniforms, sibling relationships, office workers, and domination, but the biggest selling point was her amazing F-cup breasts.
Albert selected a video, put on his headphones, and immersed himself in the familiar plot. The female lead played a home tutor seducing a boy she was tutoring. The boy couldn't resist the seduction of his busty teacher, leading to passionate kissing and fondling of her ample breasts.
Soon, the teacher removed her top and bra, revealing her trembling large breasts with dark red nipples. Watching the boy nibbling and biting the teacher's exquisite breasts on screen, Albert's cock hardened, and he imagined himself as the boy and the actress as Audrey.
"Albert, do you like my breasts?" Audrey knelt on the bed, presenting her round and firm breasts, her hands on Albert's shoulders, offering her nipple to his mouth.
"Ms. Johnson, I adore you so much, I want to suckle," Albert blushed, his fingers moving quickly, his tender member becoming hard and erect, the foreskin almost chafed. Whether it was Lucy, Laura, Fiona, Elodie, or Vanessa, none could compare to Audrey. Audrey's charm was unique, captivating, and intoxicating.
On screen, the voluptuous actress was pinned down by the boy, legs spread, her wet and thick vaginal opening vigorously penetrated by a long and thick cock. Her two towering breasts swayed back and forth, emitting lascivious moans, her face flushed, eyes glazed, displaying an intoxicatingly lewd expression.
Albert's movements quickened, the intense tingling sensation in his sensitive glans reaching its climax, leading to ejaculation. His tender and small member throbbed, releasing a thick semen.
The room soon filled with an indescribable scent. Albert panted, wiping the semen off his glans with a few tissues, gazing at the still writhing naked bodies on the screen, feeling an unprecedented emptiness.
Since learning to masturbate in the eighth grade, he had almost masturbated every night. This was the only thing he had consistently done over the past few years. He estimated he had masturbated nearly two thousand times. It was said that the average amount of semen ejaculated was around two fluid ounces each time. His semen could probably fill a bucket.
Unfortunately, most of this precious essence had been given to his left hand. Only a few times had it been shot into a woman's vagina, mainly with Elodie.
Albert remembered Lucy's words in the small garden. Perhaps he really needed to make an effort. Continuing to deteriorate was not a solution. With just over a year left until graduation, if he couldn't get into college, he would have to part ways with Lucy. Would they still have a future together? Thinking about Lucy being affectionate with other men on the college campus, Albert felt a sharp pang in his heart. He couldn't let this situation happen. The bodies on the screen were still moving, but the enticing moans now sounded jarring to him.
Suddenly, he grabbed the mouse, closed the video, selected the entire folder, hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and clicked the delete key. Watching the progress bar of deletion, Albert felt a pang of heartache. Those were the results of his collection and organization over the years, but he couldn't rely on such things to satisfy himself forever.
Half an hour later, all the video files on his computer were cleared. Albert felt a twinge of pain, but videos could be downloaded again. However, precious time lost could never be regained.
He shut down the computer, took a deep breath, took out his books, and began to study earnestly.
"Albert, come and drink some milk." At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Evelyn walked in with a glass of milk. Seeing Albert studying seriously at his desk, she couldn't help but show a surprised expression. "What are you doing?"
"I'm studying," Albert replied calmly without looking up. "Exams are coming up soon, and my English isn't that good. I need to strengthen it. Mom, please put the milk down. I'll drink it later. Thank you."
"Oh, okay." Evelyn quickly placed the glass on Albert's desk, then left the room, gently closing the door. Albert's transformation surprised her, but she also felt extremely gratified. Albert was finally showing maturity and a willingness to study.
She went upstairs to the bedroom, where her husband Barrett was lying on the bed playing bridge on his phone with a cigarette in hand.
"Why are you smoking in bed again? Aren't you afraid of ash falling on the comforter?" Evelyn directly approached Barrett, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and tossed it into the trash, scolding, "Last time, you burned a big hole in the comforter. Besides, you're getting older. Smoke less."
Barrett frowned, helplessly saying, "You restrict even my few hobbies. It's just a comforter. If it's ruined, we can buy another. Besides, we're not short of money."
"Even if we have money, we shouldn't waste it like this." Evelyn opened the balcony door to let in some fresh air, then climbed onto the bed and said to Barrett, "Hey, I just went to our son's room and saw him studying. Isn't that strange?"
"What's so strange about that? Students should study," Barrett said nonchalantly.
"You, as a father, don't understand your own son at all."
Evelyn huffed, "Usually, when I go to his room, he's either playing games or reading comics. When has he voluntarily picked up a book? It's really strange."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Barrett finally put down his phone, turned to look at his wife, and said, puzzled, "What are you worried about?"
Evelyn sighed, "If he can keep this up, I'll be more than happy. I'm just afraid he won't be able to stick to it, leaving me disappointed."
"You're just asking for trouble. You worry too much about Albert," Barrett grumbled, "He's sixteen. You need to learn to let go and let him face things on his own. If you keep fussing over every little thing, when will he grow up?"
"Nonsense. Do you think I enjoy worrying?" Evelyn said, "If he could perform as well as Kevin, who always ranks in the top ten in class, I wouldn't care. You, as his father, only know how to criticize."
"Alright, alright, dear, I'm sorry. You work hard," Barrett, seeing his wife angry, quickly hugged Evelyn's shoulder, smiling. You've sacrificed a lot for our family over the years, and I know that. How about this? I'll buy you a bag for the New Year. Pick any you like."
"I don't care for it," Evelyn huffed. "Barrett, you caring more about this home is better than anything else. Don't be absent from home all the time. Is your job that busy?"
"I know, but what can I do?" Barrett stroked his wife's tender arm, explaining, "The County Executive just had a meeting, and it's a critical time for administrative-level promotions. Every department, especially the Department of Housing and Urban Development, has a lot on its plate. If I lag behind, I won't be able to make it as the deputy director."
"Really, you're not even the director. If there's a problem, it's not your responsibility," Evelyn expressed some concern about her husband's future.
"That's not how it works. The director is only responsible for meetings and signing documents. The deputy director bears the real responsibility," Barrett said, looking at Evelyn's nightgown and the two full and erect breasts underneath, feeling a surge of desire. He reached in and grabbed a handful of the creamy and jade-like breast, kneading it.
"Ugh, stop it." Evelyn moaned, giving Barrett a glare, scolding, "Albert is still awake."
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