Chapter 1742
Kevin quickly stepped forward to help Maurice up, supporting her arm as she slowly stood. Maurice bit her lip and whispered, "Can you help me pull up my underwear?"
"Uh, well..." Kevin hesitated. Underwear was pretty personal, and he didn't want to cross any boundaries. "Maurice, I don't think it's right for me to do that."
Maurice, seeing Kevin's hesitation, felt a surge of anger. He hadn't been so polite when he had secretly touched her butt before. Now he was acting like a gentleman. She rolled her eyes and said, "It's just you and me here. What are you afraid of? Hurry up and help me."
Reluctantly, Kevin grabbed the underwear and began to pull it up Maurice's shapely legs. His fingers occasionally brushed against her smooth, soft skin, and he felt a thrill of excitement. Although he had helped Audrey with her underwear before, helping Maurice felt much more exhilarating due to her unique status.
Maurice's heart pounded with embarrassment. If it weren't for the circumstances, she wouldn't have asked Kevin to help her with such an intimate task. It was too easy to be misunderstood.
Kevin soon pulled the underwear up to Maurice's thighs, where the resistance increased. He tugged the sides upward, feeling the fabric stretch over her ample hips. Finally, the underwear snapped into place, and his fingers brushed against her butt, feeling the firm flesh jiggle slightly.
Kevin's blood boiled, and he felt a surge of desire. He wanted to grab and squeeze her buttocks but feared Maurice would misunderstand. He quickly withdrew his hands.
Maurice, too, felt a wave of desire, especially when Kevin's fingers touched her hips. The sensation made her body tremble, and she felt a warmth spreading from deep within her. Her body felt like a volcano about to erupt.
Kevin helped Maurice back to her bedroom and asked with concern, "Maurice, how's your back? Should we call an ambulance and go to the hospital?"
"It's not that serious. It's the middle of the night, and people might think something's wrong." Maurice rubbed her back lightly and said nonchalantly, "It's an old problem. I probably just haven't been active enough. I'm fine now. You should go home."
Kevin was still worried. Maurice was alone, and she had burned her foot and hurt her back. He hesitated and said, "Maurice, how about I stay with you? I'll sleep on the couch downstairs, and you can call me if you need anything."
"That's not necessary. The couch isn't comfortable." Maurice felt a twinge of joy at Kevin's offer but pretended to refuse. "You should go home. I'll be fine after some rest. No need to worry your family."
In truth, she wanted Kevin to stay with her in the bedroom, like last time, but she didn't want to say it directly. She feared he would guess her true intentions, and she wanted to maintain her dignity.
Kevin, however, was simply concerned for her. He didn't have any ulterior motives. He was about to explain that no one was home when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Daisy, asking him to come to her place.
Kevin felt a rush of excitement and quickly said, "Alright, Maurice, I'll go now. You get some rest." He hurried out of the bedroom, nearly tripping on the stairs.
Maurice watched Kevin leave, her hopes dashed. She felt a wave of anger. Did Kevin not understand her hints? She wanted him to stay, not go home.
But now that he was gone, she couldn't call him back. That would make her intentions too obvious.
Maurice lay in bed, feeling frustrated. She rubbed her back, thinking about where Kevin had touched her. The memory made her feel a tingling sensation. She recalled the time on the couch when Kevin's hard member had pressed against her, and she felt a wave of heat and longing.
She considered calling Kevin back to help her with her back and maybe more. But she quickly scolded herself for the thought. Kevin was only sixteen, curious about a woman's body. It was understandable for him to act out. But she was over forty, and it was shameful to seduce a minor.
Maurice's face burned with embarrassment. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was Kevin's youthful, smiling face. She heard his voice, "Maurice, let me massage you."
"Ah!" Maurice opened her eyes, feeling like she was on fire. She threw off the covers but still felt hot. Her chest felt tight, and she was sweating.
What was happening to her? It was just a touch from Kevin. Maybe it was because she hadn't been intimate with her husband for so long.
But even if they did, it wasn't the same. Armando's stamina wasn't what it used to be. He would get tired quickly, and it wasn't the same as before.
What if it were Kevin?
Maurice thought of Kevin's hard member, and she felt a sharp itch. She squeezed her legs together, trying to relieve the emptiness.
She grabbed a pillow and placed it between her legs, rubbing against it. The rough fabric and the uneven surface of the pillow provided some relief. She squeezed her breast with one hand, her fingers playing with her nipple, and she moaned softly. It was going to be another long, lonely night for Maurice.
Kevin left Maurice's house and jogged to Daisy's place. He didn't dare knock, so he sent her a text.
Within seconds, the door opened. Daisy had been waiting for him.
As soon as Kevin stepped inside, a shadowy figure jumped on him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around the warm, curvy body, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
"Why did you take so long?" Daisy's breasts pressed against Kevin's chest as she panted and complained.
"Daisy, I came as soon as I got your message. I didn't waste a second." Kevin was pushed against the wall, Daisy's hot body writhing against him. His desire, suppressed all evening, flared up. He squeezed her round buttocks.
"Okay, no more talking." Daisy's lips found Kevin's again, and they kissed deeply, their bodies pressed together in the narrow hallway.
"Daisy, you smell so good." Kevin panted, sucking on Daisy's tongue. He felt her breasts heaving against his chest. He lifted her nightgown, his hands roaming over her bare buttocks. She wasn't wearing underwear, and her pubic hair was damp. He suddenly realized something and asked, "Did you just have sex with him?"
"Are you jealous?" Daisy's cheeks flushed as she explained softly, "We tried, but he couldn't get it up. I took a shower afterward. I'm clean now. Happy?"
Kevin felt even more excited. He lifted Daisy's nightgown, ready to enter her. He had been burning with desire all night.
"Not here. Let's go to the bedroom." Daisy was eager to be with Kevin but retained a bit of sense. Her husband and daughter were home, and they couldn't risk making too much noise.
Kevin knew the hallway wasn't safe. He half-carried Daisy to the guest bedroom. As soon as the door closed, they were all over each other again, kissing passionately.
"Daisy, are you sure he didn't get it up?" Kevin asked, thinking it was hard to believe Oliver couldn't perform with such a sexy woman. Maybe Daisy was just trying to comfort him.
"He hasn't been able to for years. Either he can't get it up, or it doesn't last long. You'll understand when you're his age." Daisy sighed. If Oliver could perform half as well as when they first married, she wouldn't be having an affair with her daughter's boyfriend. "Let's not talk about him, okay? We're married. Even if he did, it's normal. I can't stop him, or he'd get suspicious."
"I don't care. I don't want you to be with him." Kevin pressed his forehead against Daisy's, nuzzling her like a puppy. His fingers played with her wet labia. "This is mine. No one else can touch it."
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