#25

  I could hear the lock clicking.

  I could feel a hot gaze directed at my erection, but I pretended I didn’t notice anything and continued, deliberately slowing my movement. I can hear an audible gulp again.

  Whoa! This is crazy shit. She was gring at me as if she were trying to drill a hole through me. I’m enjoying it though!

  My lips curled into a faint smile, unable to contain the excitement coursing through my body. Watching the woman lose herself in excitement as she stared at my body was unexpectedly fun.

  Grinning from ear to ear, I grabbed my shorts and tank top from my bag.

  “Are, you going to wear that?” she asked, her eyes fixated on the tank top in my hand.

  I turned toward her and asked, "Is there a problem?"

  "No… no. Just, that seems, very revealing,"

  “You think so?”

  “Aha,”

  Well, it’s not as bad as she says it is.

  It was a tank top, but more of a short crop top. It hugs my body so it doesn’t sag, not revealing anything that should not be revealed. Not like I have a problem with that. It somehow doesn’t cover my abdomen. It was the next best thing I had for swimwear- although I had a rash guard on me, I thought that was for the beach, not for a pool party, so I didn’t bring one with me.

  “Well, I have no choice.” I shrugged. “And I think it’s okay… it does cover what should be covered,” I said while touching my chest.

  "Do you think that it doesn't suit me?"

  "No, not at all. Rather, I think you're too beautiful."

  Where did that come from, I wonder.

  "So... what do you think? Should I wear it? Or should I not? If you think I should not, I'll ask a friend to borrow something more... safer, to cover my body."

  ", Wh, why are you asking me? I mean... I,"

  "I guess, just a second opinion. But if you think it's bad to wear this, I'll call a friend and ask if they have some spare swimwear."

  "No! No, I mean... I think that's okay."

  "You sure?"

  "Yeah... we, well, if you value my opinion, I think that's okay..."

  "You think I can get id if I wear this?"

  "L, id? Y, you mean, you want to wear that because you want to have sex...?"

  "I just thought about it. I mean, if I'm in the mood, why not?"

  "I, I guess so..."

  The woman looks at me weirdly. I'm not sure what thoughts she had, but they are not what I was expecting.

  I was imagining she would be more... I don't know, like she's happy, excited, aroused...?

  But I guess she’s just mature. Dealing with this situation like an adult. It would probably be bad to think that every girl in this world would throw themselves the moment they saw a man’s dick. Although it does have a great impact on her with how she's almost gring at me, mature women seem to have control. Any girl by now would have pushed me down… at least, Sarah would.

  "Is something wrong? Is having sex that bad?"

  "No, not all... It's just...You’re nonchant about this,” the woman said, her tone somehow starting to calm down. “My son told me you are a traditional guy… but now I’m starting to doubt that.”

  “Your son?” she knows me. That surprises me. “Oh, who was it?” I asked before walking to the cubicle where the woman was just sitting. I suddenly had an urge to pee.

  Immediately, I felt the pee begin to flow, forcefully and had to bend the partly hard cock downward so it shot into the bowl.

  “...it’s Allison, well, you call him Ally if I’m not mistaken… I heard, I heard, your close friends.”

  From the side of my eye, I saw the woman still looking at me. Her hand slid towards her nether region and started to rub her pussy with a finger as if she was unable to endure any longer.

  I pretended not to see it.

  “Ally? Oh, yeah, no wonder you look very familiar. You look like her… or should that be the other way around?”

  “Ahaha, I, I get that a lot.”

  Peeing took much longer than normal time, but after I’d squeezed the st drop and given the final little shake, I turned around and looked at her. Immediately, her hands moved to the sides, acting like she was doing nothing now. I smirked. Teasing this woman seems like a lot of fun.

  “Ally and I are friends… he’s a good guy.”

  “He’ll be very happy to hear that,” she said, sporting a beautiful smile.

  I stepped closer and brought my hands around her breasts, squeezing those amazing fleshy mounds. And as expected, she just regarded me curiously and didn’t stop me.

  I wonder, just what kind of things a man should do for a woman to view them as disgusting or creepy. Or were the women of this world programmed only to cater to a man’s need? I’ve never seen or heard a woman getting angry at a man before.

  Even if I started grabbing a stranger’s tits without notice, I doubt they would get angry for real.

  Or would they?

  Would they call the cops on me?

  …I think I need to test that sometime.

  “You missed this spot,” I said, kneading the woman’s breasts. Her face turned red, and she was grunting. Damn, they feel so good!

  “Y, yeah… I haven’t finished.”

  “Then you should. I suggest you cover every part of your body. The weather’s too hot right now. It’s bad for the skin.”

  “Y, yeah…”

  “Did Ally say things about me?”

  “W, well, aside from praises that you are a good guy and that he loves you a lot… nothing more.”

  “He loves me. A lot. That’s wonderful to hear.”

  I wanted to do more, but seeing I didn’t have much time to fool around- Rodrigo and the others might look for me if I spent a long time inside the bathroom, I pulled my hands back from her breasts and started walking back to my bag to wear my clothes.

  I grabbed my shorts and shirt and wore them, enjoying the attention.

  From the side of my eye, I saw her still looking at me. She continued to cream her body, acting like she was not bothered that I was there. Her hands were now gliding over the full breasts, bending the prominent nipples.

  She sat on the toilet bowl, rubbing herself, and somehow managed to rub every horny nerve in my body. I stepped over to the sink, turned on the tap, and surprisingly took my time washing my hands and face and gargling my mouth while taking regur looks into the mirror. My eyes were straight right at her enticing body.

  My eyes locked onto the smooth, full thighs she was now attending to, and I felt my cock stretch out fully, pointing to the roof.

  “...now I think about it, I haven’t got your name. It would be weird to just call you, Ally’s mom.”

  “Morgana. It’s Morgana Denise,” she responded, almost too eagerly.

  “Mrs. Morgana… that’s a wonderful name,” I said, wiping my hands with the nearby towel.

  “Thank you. But… you can call me Morgana. It makes me sound old if you add Mrs…”

  “Morgana, I should. Besides, you don’t look old at all… I don’t want to make you feel old, so I’ll take that suggestion.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled happily.

  “You’re welcome,” my confidence was soaring to the roof.

  To be honest, having this kind of attention helps my self-esteem. It’s making me dangerously high, feeling like I’m the most handsome man in the world. Like I could do anything I wanted. A privilege.

  Feeling so high and aroused, I lost every inhibition and just looked at her directly, boldly ogling her body, and raping her delicious assets and curves with my eyes. And as expected, she didn’t seem to care. There was not even a reaction when I stared at her hairy pussy.

  Still, I didn’t do anything. Not like I’m not tempted. But it would be very weird to disappear for a long time. At least that’s what I thought, since there’s a chance that Ally, Rodrigo, and the others might look for me. And this was my friend’s mother, for heaven’s sake, so I was hesitant to make a move.

  After a while of having my fill of her gorgeous curves, I stood up and started walking toward the door with a pair of short shorts and a tank top.

  “I’ll go first, Aunt,” I said.

  “Wa, wait, Alvin,”

  However, just as I unlocked the door, she called me.

  “Ahm, I know it’s a hard favor but… can you be a darling and cream on my back. You know, I’m getting old, I’m not as flexible as I used to be,” she said in a calm, pleading voice. “Of course, that is, if you’re okay with it.”

  Something clicked inside me.

  Fuck it!

  “Sure, why not?”

  I put my bag on the ground and walked toward her. Everything seems to disappear in my head. My reservation. My worries. I walked toward her like a robot being controlled.

  "Great!" she said, obviously very excited.

  Fuck! Don’t show me that face! I grunted, feeling something snapping inside me.

  Morgana stretched out her hand with the bottle of lotion.

  I took the bottle and started to uncap it.

  As I settled behind her, I moved her hair away, causing the ends of her soft hair to tickle the back of her neck, making her moan. I haven’t even started, and she’s already feeling it. I mused as I moved to her right side and poured lotion onto my hand before pcing it on her back.

  I began to rub the sunscreen onto her skin, starting at the base of her neck. My fingers glided across the softness of her skin, applying pressure where needed.

  As I applied more lotion to the center of her back, I felt her muscles rex underneath my touch.

  "You looked tense."

  I commented as I continued to massage her back, rubbing my thumbs deeply into her shoulders.

  "Hmm... No, I'm fine. Ohh... You are good with your fingers, Alvin," she moaned softly. Her voice was shaky and ced with lust.

  I don’t know what good she is talking about. And I doubt I am that good. I was just moving my hands around her back, feeling her delicious softness.

  "Am I?" I said with a slight smile, knowing exactly the effect I was having on her.

  "Yesss~" she hissed, her back arching into my touch. “This feels so good, like a real massage ... you got good hands …”

  "Gd you liked it," I chuckled as I continued to work on the knots near her spine. I could feel her body trembling under my fingers, her skin hot to the touch. I added more pressure, kneading the lotion into her skin.

  "Ooohh f-fuckk... Alvin, that feels so good..." she gasped, her voice dripping with need.

  I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't going to give in that easily. I wanted to tease her, wanted her to beg for more.

  “Hey, if someone hears that from outside, they might think that we are doing something… naughty here, you know.” I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  I felt her body shiver.

  “I, I am sorry… It's just… it just felt too good. You have magical hands,” she bit her lips and said.

  I found that funny.

  “Was it really that good? Do you think I have talent for this?” though I don’t know what kind of talent I’m talking about.

  “Fuck yeah! You can earn millions with these hands alone. I bet many women would pay just to experience a massage from you~”

  “Oh? Then, should I make you pay?”

  “I, I only have at most seven million in my savings…is that okay?”

  I look at her in surprise.

  Of course, I was just joking. However, when I saw her eyes staring at me, I could not find any hesitation or lie in her gaze. It seems like the moment I opened my mouth to demand money, she would immediately give it to me.

  Could this be a money-making idea?

  I’ll surely try that if I find myself in need of cash!

  “Don’t worry, I’m just joking. There’s no way I would ask for money from my friend’s mother.” I said as I trailed my fingers lower down her back.

  I could feel her skin pebbling from my touch, her body craving more of me. I knew I was driving her crazy, and I loved every second of it.

  “R, really?”

  “Of course. If you want me to do this again in the future, feel free to ask. I’ll gdly do it~”

  “You, you said that!” She looked at me desperately.

  “Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, okay? Not even Ally.”

  “I won’t!”

  She didn’t even hesitate.

  “Good. This will be just our secret.”

  She looked excited when I said that.

  When I reached her lower back, my fingertips brushed the top of her bikini bottoms. Morgana gasped softly. Emboldened, I let my hands slip just under the fabric, kneading the round globes of her ass through the thin material.

  “They feel so good. I could get addicted to this.”

  “R, really? Aren’t they fat? My husband says they're too big, disgusting.”

  “Now, why the hell would he say that? To me, they are amazing~”

  "Tha, that’s~” she squeaked out, but made no move to stop me. She shifted her hips back into my touch. I could feel myself growing hard, but managed to keep going with the massage.

  After a few intense minutes, I pulled my hands back, however, she seemed to like it more than I imagined. She looked at me with gzed eyes and said, “Pl, please don’t stop y, yet… c, can, can you rub the lower part too?”

  Before I could agree, however, she moved, bending over and touching the mat with her fingertips.

  As I looked down, my eyes took in the damp crack of her ass and the spread-out sides of its plump cheeks. The intimacy of it all made me dizzy.

  I could not help but lick my lips, “As you wish,” and slid my hands over her back, going low until my fingers reached the crack that seemed to be inviting me in. The worries of being found out by Rodrigo or Ally flew out the window. What’s left in me now is the raging desire to just push this woman down and fuck her hard.

  “Is this good?”

  I felt saliva drop from my watering mouth, barely missing her.

  “W, wait a sec, let me get into position so you can rub all over,” she whispered.

  I did.

  I stepped back, watching with burning passion in my loins as she got up off the seat, bent her knees, and leaned forward, pcing her elbows on the toilet seat cover.

  I looked at the sight of her smooth, fleshy back, the succulent-looking curves, like an artistically crafted tabletop tapering into swollen twin mounds of brown flesh.

  “There, you can’t miss a spot,” she said.

  “I know right?” I grinned. “I must be thorough… so, bend a little so that I can cover every part,”

  “Y, yeah, like this?” she said, bending her body even more, lifting that amazing ass right in front of me.

  “Yep, just like that,” I said as I poured more cream into my hands and began smoothly rubbing the luscious back.

  “Aaaah~~!”