Stealing Spree

As the meaning of what I uttered gradually sank into her mind, Auntie Yayoi actually remained stumped. She couldn’t answer right away. Her eyes started darting around, alternating between my face, my erection that she was already about to grasp and lastly, the door – or simply the direction of Mina’s room.

I expected her to react negatively right away. I mean, that’s what I thought earlier if ever I confessed to her. But that’s not what happened. Despite the supposed absurdness of it, the alluring woman started deliberating on her choices.

“Why do you want me? You’re Mi-chan’s…” And that’s all she could come up with as a response after half a minute.

Her eyes were filled with conflict yet the temptation must have been too much for her to bear.

Auntie Yayoi, who didn’t even try to get with another man after that disastrous experience with her ex-husband, was probably at her limit now that she found a man she could trust wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, that man was her daughter’s boyfriend. It’s the moral dignity that’s holding her back.

There’s no denying her attraction to me now… Nonetheless, she had no intention to steal me from Mina. She wanted it to be a one-time thing that wouldn’t happen again. Or even if it did, she’d always draw the line.

How should I respond to that? Well, I already had one. And it’s something I didn’t need to think over carefully.

Since I decided to do this, I was more or less ready for the possible outcomes and consequences.

I tightened my grip on her shoulders and then slid it down to her arm. Following that, I leaned slightly forward, stretching my arms to her back and waist.

Although there was a reaction from her – squirming and freezing once again – I continued pulling her closer to me.

Wrapped within my arms, Auntie Yayoi arrived at the area opened in between my legs. Soon enough, her voluptuous front pressed on my crotch, making the tent I was pitching to rest in between her mountains.

“Yes, I am, Auntie. We’re both aware of that, yet here we are… You can hate me for saying this but… my love for Mina extended to you. No, it’s more than that, I also found myself looking at you not just as her mother but as a woman to love and care for.”

Normally, my words could be interpreted as cringe or too cheesy to anyone’s ears but in this situation, it’s the perfect choice of words. Nonetheless, the outcome would still be up to Auntie Yayoi. Her reprehensions could either be gone or reinforced, leading to different results.

However, after saying all those, I lifted her chin and made my move, kissing her lips.

And because of that, it would probably influence her decision.

In any case, amidst the conflict occurring in her mind, I found Auntie Yayoi fully mesmerized by me. Whether it was my voice, my face, my body, or my words, everything was making her whole body churn from the inside out.

While it could be said that we didn’t have that many interactions, those few chances were enough for us to form a special bond.

Seconds quickly passed. Our kiss gradually deepened. Whether it’s a conscious effort or not, Auntie Yayoi began actively responding to it. Her lips and tongue clashed against mine. And even if she seemed rather clumsy with it – perhaps because it has been a while – she refused to back down and be dominated.

After a minute of intense and undeniably passionate kisses, Auntie Yayoi was left wanting.

I reached for the back of her head and removed her ponytail, putting her hair down which slightly changed her image to a more aesthetic look.

However, Auntie Yayoi probably misunderstood what I did.

In response to placing my hand on her head, her eyes focused on my erection and she gradually lowered her head to it.

Using both of her hands, she pressed her voluptuous mountains together, squeezing my burning shaft lodged in between them.

And perhaps, finding it not enough, her hand reached for the towel, taking it off my waist, fully exposing my cock in her eyes.

Auntie Yayoi let out a silent sigh of admiration before her hands grabbed it at both ends; one at the base and the other, at the tip.

At this point, the bold woman raised her gaze again, finally giving me a response for earlier.

“O-onoda-kun. I can’t answer you right away… That is just too sudden. But this…” She bit her lips and her expression clearly conveyed what should be the next words after that.

It’s not what I expected. Yet it’s totally reasonable. Besides, kissing her interrupted her thoughts so I could only fault myself for it.

This leads me to question myself though. I became the one wrought by conflict. Should I continue doing this with her? I didn’t want to make an exception but at the same time, I also didn’t want to reject Auntie Yayoi and cut off the chances of us being together.

Am I becoming an indecisive bastard? Ugh…

While she waited for my reply, Auntie Yayoi’s hands began moving. Gently stroking the trunk and rubbing her palm on the tip. She clearly knew what she was doing.

And unfortunately, or fortunately? -- The stimulation brought by it successfully clouded my mind, resolving the conflict I was facing.

Not long after, I started leaning on accepting this situation and pushing back what would happen to our relationship after this…

I had this urge to ask her if she was still going to pretend that this did not happen after we left this room. However, my overthinking probably influenced me.

In my mind, I quickly arrived at the point where she’s being ridden with guilt for Mina. But at the same time, I also couldn’t tell her that Mina had given me her consent to make her happy. That’s something that should be brought up by Mina and discussed by the two of them rather than hearing it from me.

Haa… As always, I was the one making this hard for us. But as the core of our complex relationship, I had no choice but to suffer the same dilemma over and over before deciding on what to do in the end.

After spending another minute organizing my thoughts in which I finally decided what to do once and for all, I closed my eyes and exhaled a long breath.

Perhaps noticing how heavy it was, Auntie Yayoi paused and checked on me.

To ease her mind, a small smile stretched from my lips before silently whispering, “Auntie, please go ahead.”

Taking that as my go signal, Auntie Yayoi returned an erotic smile as she resumed what she decided to do; giving me relief.

The woman didn’t waste more time in deliberation. She simply went on with the full intention to do what she offered.

And with that, in the following minutes, I watched Auntie Yayoi stuff her mouth with my raging erection.

She’s no expert at it. In fact, it even felt like it was her first time giving someone fellatio. Her teeth kept on brushing against my cock. However, her eagerness to give me relief made up for that. Furthermore, the way she licked me and twirled her tongue around it was no joke. She also took her top off and used her huge assets to squeeze me deeper in between her breasts.

Perhaps because it’s a normally impossible situation or simply because it’s Auntie Yayoi, I found it too pleasurable that I got close to my limit in under two minutes. It was too stimulating that all I could do in response was to hold her head down and fix her hair at times. I also kept my eyes open to watch her do it without missing even a single second.

But that’s it. I still managed to hold it in.

I couldn’t deny that I moaned a few times while calling her name. And whenever I would do that, Auntie Yayoi would get a boost. Her movements would speed up and she’d try a more daring approach.

Unfortunately, even with that, she still failed to make me cum. Or rather, I continued holding it in.

And that resulted in Auntie Yayoi being frustrated. She stopped what she was doing, popping my cock out of her mouth, and voiced it out. “… Onoda-kun, tell me, am I doing it wrong? Why are you still…”

Faced with that frustrated expression, I found my heart stirred. Yeah. It’s not that she’s doing something wrong. It’s just me being stubborn to not let this end like this…

I should stop being drowned in this lust for her and start giving her the care that she deserves.