#21

  “... Mom, have you seen my bag?”

  Suddenly, a voice snapped me out of my reverie, and turned my head, finding an unfamiliar woman with blonde hair walking toward us.

  She looked like Melissa, just a bit younger and more beautiful. I can’t help but stare, transfixed by the statuesque blonde. She’s like something out of a dream.

  She’s tall, impossibly tall. At least 6’4”. Her face is a masterpiece of sharp angles and soft curves, high cheekbones, and full lips quirked in a knowing smirk. Her body is a work of art, all her dangerous curves barely contained by her skimpy bikini.

  The top was so tiny that wearing meager bandages would have successfully hidden more of her chest. The fabric was thin enough that her nipples appeared visibly under it, even when not erect, and her areos were quite visibly poking out from under the covering. Her bottoms, simirly, to the top, barely fulfilled their purpose of keeping her modest.

  It was more of a sling, but the bikini didn’t reach her hips. Practically her entire behind is visible to any who looked as she walked, the only cover being found with the bikini’s thin straps reaching halfway up her sizable rump.

  Damn, she’s glorious. And fucking beautiful.

  Although she regarded me with a curious look, she didn’t say anything about my appearance, or how Aunt Melissa was spluttered on the ground, oozing juices out from between her legs and shaking as if it was a normal occurrence.

  “J, jean?” Aunt Melissa looks at the woman with a hazy look, “B, bag… ahm, I, I’m not sure…”

  “You know the one I was using yesterday? I need that. Kelly wants me to pick her up.”

  “O, oh, yeah…. I think it’s inside the drawer in my room.”

  “...by the way, who’s this handsome boy?” she stood in front of me and asked.

  “I’m Alvin… Rodrigo’s friend.”

  Once Aunt Melissa calmed down, she slowly stood up. Her underwear and the floor got drenched as she finally stopped cumming and barely stood while panting loudly through her parted lips.

  “Alvin… ah, I heard so much about you from Rod.”

  “Probably not good things,”

  “Kind of… but I think they are a little bit inaccurate. At least, unlike what I’ve heard, you seem to have some good....hmm, muscles,” she grinned while pinching my arm gently. But when her gaze found my still erect cock, a glimmer of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

  “This is big! I’ve never seen something as big as this before,” she said as she slid her hand down my arm and into my cock which was dripping with both mine and Aunt Melissa’s cum. “And it seems like you know how to use it right, with how you mess up Mom.”

  “Thank you,”

  Jean smirked. “I have some time; do you mind if I can borrow that muscle for a while?”

  “Jean?”

  Before I could agree, however, Aunt Melissa raised her eyebrow.

  “Stop teasing him,”

  “I’m not.”

  Aunt Melissa gred at her daughter. “Jean, Alvin is… anyway, you’ll just scare him. Come on, aren’t you going to find your bag?”

  “Ooh, I see, you want to monopolize him. That's not fair!”

  “I’m not.” Aunt Melissa grunted. “Did you forget how you scarred Ne’s son, Jason? You’re not doing that again, especially not to Alvin. The poor d would not come again in our house because he's scared of you!”

  “That was not my fault,” Jean grunted in annoyance.

  “Whether it’s your fault or not, you’re not doing it again. Especially not to Alvin. I won't take any chances with you!” Melissa grunted menacingly in an almost strange but obviously protective gesture, standing right in front of me as if she was not facing her daughter but someone whom she deemed dangerous.

  Jean was not backing down either. She was gring at her mother. They both looked like they were about to throw fists, so I immediately grabbed Aunt Melissa back and made an audible but low cough to grab their attention.

  “Okay, both of you calm down,” I said. Somehow, a part of me was enjoying this. Who would not? I mean two beautiful women, not to mention both mother and daughter fighting over me- hey, I always thought that only happens in some cheap novels or movies.

  Jean’s attention snapped onto me, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Her gaze is predatory, almost hungry. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. Although it was only for a moment before her expression reverted back to normal. She ignored her mother and looked at me sweetly.

  “My room’s open, maybe your bag is there.” Aunt Melissa grabbed my hand and started pulling me away.

  “W, wait, Aunt, let me wear pants.”

  “Oh, right.” Aunt Melissa stopped and turned back at him.

  “Here, your pants.” Jean walked over, bringing with her my pants.

  “Thank you,”

  “Let me help you,”

  I was about to grab my pants back but Jean, grinning, offered to help me. I mean, why not. And so despite Aunt Melissa's warning, I agreed. Smiling in excitement, Jean crouched on the floor. Her eyes lock onto my hardness, her eyebrow arching in sweet excitement. For a moment, she simply stares at it, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she leans down.

  “You truly have a wonderful muscle down here, Alvin,” she said. Her lips, soft and warm, press against the very tip of my cock in the briefest of kisses. The contact is so light, so fleeting, yet it sends electricity shooting through my entire body.

  “Thank you,” I said, grinning.

  She chuckled in amusement before she started licking her mother’s cum off my dick.

  “First, let me clean that up~,” she said.

  “Is that okay?” I asked, knowing that girls tend to dislike another woman’s cum. Especially on a man’s dick.

  “Ish fine,”

  But it seems like Jean doesn’t mind at all.

  “I ushed cho djo it wib Rowdrego after he pucks mam. Got ushed cho it,”

  “Oh, that’s so… hmm, good~ your mouth is so warm~”

  “Ish it?”

  “Yeah~ wanna do more?”

  Jean devotedly cleaned my cock- though it seems like she wanted more - wanted to make me cum when she started bobbing her head up and down my cock, but Aunt Melissa stopped her, reminding her of Kelly who she was supposed to pick up. Jean was upset and gred at her mother. But she didn't have a choice but to listen.

  “She won’t finish for a long time the moment she starts,” she said to me. It seems like a boy called Jason was one of the victims- the poor boy being fucked for over an entire day without a break, and now he won’t even come close to this house in fear of her.

  Wearing back my pants, I bid Jean farewell, promising to have sex ter, and followed Aunt Melissa to the pool. On the way, I could not help but marvel at the opulence of the home.

  The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the floors were made of gleaming marble. It was beautiful.

  I heard Rodrigo has an older brother. Perhaps, giving birth to two boys has doubled the remuneration and benefits Melissa had obtained from the government, which is why this incredible wealth.

  From what I know, Aunt Melissa only comes from an ordinary family. No wealth nor richness, unlike my mother, whose parents are originally wealthy. She also didn’t have any work, a full-time housewife. But luck gives her the fortune of birthing two boys in a row, elevating her status.

  Although she was not lucky the third, fourth, and even fifth time, before she could only give up.

  While walking, I could not help but marvel at the sight in front of me. Cum juice dripped down Aunt Melissa’s thighs and glistened in the illumination of the dim light in the hallway. Seeing this, I felt my cock twitching in desire again.

  The urge to just pounce on her, push her down again, and have my way with her was getting strong inside of me, boiling, feeling like magma was flowing through my veins. But I shook my head, chasing away these dangerous thoughts knowing it was not a good time to be so frivolous.

  There were more people now than before. I could see a lot more people as we got closer to the pool. A lot of them greeted us, mostly women. ‘Good show,’ ‘Hey, how about we go a round?’ they say while trying to touch me, or any part of my body they wanted. I’ve had someone grabbing my bulge. It seems like they’ve seen me and Aunt Melissa fuck and wanted to do it as well. With me.

  I didn’t mind the attention. Rather, I relished it. But one thing I realized, not all people liked what we did. Not all people accepted my behavior. At least, most men I’ve encountered look at me with a weird gaze, almost disgust. It’s like old men or women looking at a woman wearing skimpy clothing and walking in the street in annoyance, saying, ‘Kids these days don’t have shame’ or ‘The youth’s morals have deteriorated’ or something like that.

  Probably just a misunderstanding on my part, but that’s what I felt when these men looked at me.

  They were trying to hide it, at least a few men tried. But I can still feel the judgment in their eyes. This could be an Orgy Party. That was what I thought. But apparently, I was gravely mistaken. Party. Yes. Sex? Well, hard to say. I realized then that what the internet said about the state of this world is true.

  “There’s a lot of people… it must have been a bother,” I said, trying to get my head out of the pit of desire.

  “No, it’s fine. It’s quite rare for this house to be lively. Rather, I much appreciate this excitement.” Aunt Melissa responded. “Anyway, did you enjoy that?”

  That- must be referring to what we did a while ago.

  “Yeah… you have a wonderful body, Aunt. I wish I could touch it all the time~”

  “Hehe, you really have a sweet mouth. Well, just have fun at the party. Go out and interact with a lot of people, young bodies are much better than old ones like me, you know. Go and have fun with the kids your age,”

  Did she just say that?

  “I will, Aunt,” I don’t know whether I should be weirded out by the implications of her advice or get excited about it. But I just nodded my head and started feeling her body again- something I just can’t get enough of.

  I could hear the sound of voices louder, coming from the back of the house, as I followed Melissa through a set of French doors and out onto the patio.

  When I passed through the door, my eyes widened at the size of the crowd, mingling and ughing in small clusters around the lively pool. I recognized some of them, while a few, not so much.

  “Go and have fun. I’ll be in my room, okay? I have an online meeting with a friend, it’s quite important. But if anything happens, feel free to find me.” Melissa looks at me with a sweet smile on her face.

  Although Aunt Melissa was kind to me before, and even perhaps regarded me as her son, this time, it was different. Something more. I thought as I noticed the way she looked at me. It had changed. Not a bad change, but surprisingly, a good change. She looked at me with even more affection, probably like the way she looks at Rodrigo… or maybe, more?

  “Thank you, Aunt Melissa. I will.”

  But again, the way women of this world think is truly amazing.

  Women have an open mindset about sex. They love it. They are frank about it. But men, not so much. I can only see a few men who are quite flirty with women, chatting and ughing, and a bit touching. But most men are only there talking, with considerable distance from the opposite gender.

  They were close, sitting side by side. But you can really tell what each party wanted. Women, despite engaging these men with talks and ughter, their eyes shine in a completely different way. Concealed movements, of hands and legs, trying to be, much closer to their partners, but the other was oblivious and was just happily talking about things they wanted- cosmetics, idols, and such. Yeah, men in this world seem to like these kinds of things.

  Although some men seem to show desire and liking to the woman they are talking to, they are acting like 12-year-old virgins, embarrassed, afraid to take the initiative, worrying if the girl is into him… like that.

  Anyway, as a man who has gone through what they were doing, I was able to immediately understand what these women were trying to do. They were doing almost every style and technique men have ever done just to get a date~

  Of course, not all men are herbivores. I’ve also seen several men who acted differently, clearly pursuing retionships, and probably a little sexy time.

  Some men were engaging in passionate kisses in some corner, behind the door, or a closed room. I’ve heard screams… which, somehow, I thought was very fake. Even in porn, no one would scream that loud as if trying to let the entire world know what they are doing.

  And there is my friend, Rodrigo happily kissing his girlfriend, Donna, on one of the couches. They were so into it; they were practically all over each other. Liquors on the table, with empty bottles lying under.

  We greeted them as we passed but I didn’t stay there, even with Rodrigo and Donna insisting. After all, I don’t know the people around them. I’d rather find those ‘my so-called friends’ of this world, which apparently are at the pool.