Chapter 8

The bedroom flickered with candlelight, the walls painted in waves of amber and shadow. The air was thick with heat and reverence. Everything moved slow. Purposeful. Like a ritual being performed.

Linda lay sprawled across the bed, her skin glowing gold in the soft light, every breath deep and shuddering. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples already taut with need, waiting. Open. Ready.

Mia knelt beside her, eyes sparkling, lips curled in a sultry smirk. Her pigtails brushed Linda’s skin as she dipped her head, drawing one nipple into her mouth. She suckled softly, her tongue swirling in deliberate, hypnotic strokes. Her free hand cupped the other breast, thumb flicking teasingly.

“Watch closely,” Mia murmured without turning, her voice low and commanding. “You need to learn how to touch her. How to make her melt.”

Benny knelt on the bed, trembling with focus, his eyes locked on Mia’s every move. His cheeks were flushed, breath shallow.

Across the room, in the dim corner, sat the chair. Jon lounged deep in it, legs spread, one arm draped around the slender waist of the boy sitting on his lap—Tommy.

Tommy was impaled on Jon’s thick shaft, slowly moving up and down. His body quivered with each descent, every movement delicate, drawn out. Jon’s arms wrapped around him, one hand stroking his chest, the other loosely holding Tommy’s throbbing cock. Both of them watched the lesson unfold on the bed with breathless attention, silent but utterly rapt.

Mia lifted her head, glancing at Tommy with a wicked smile, then turned to Benny. “Come here,” she purred. “Your turn.”

Benny crawled closer, his hands unsteady as he leaned over his grandmother’s glowing body. Mia guided him gently by the jaw.

“Kiss her right here,” she said, pressing a finger to the soft swell below Linda’s breast. “Then work your way up. Slow. Let her feel you.”

Benny leaned in, lips grazing the spot Mia indicated. Linda’s breath caught, her fingers curling into the sheets. Benny kissed upward, slowly, until his mouth hovered over the aching peak of her breast.

“Now suck,” Mia whispered, her voice like a soft spark. “Not too hard. Let your tongue talk to her.”

As Benny’s lips closed over her nipple, Linda moaned, her hips twitching upward. Mia’s fingers rested lightly on his back, grounding him. She watched him carefully, her approval rising with every gasp Linda gave.

In the chair, Jon’s hands tightened as he pulled Tommy down slowly, deeper. Tommy gasped, arching his back, his small body shivering. Jon kissed his shoulder, his hand stroking the boy’s length in time with each thrust. Still silent. Still watching.

On the bed, Benny was suckling Linda’s breast with growing confidence, his tongue moving slowly, lips gentle but hungry. Linda writhed beneath him, her moans ragged, her skin glowing with sweat.

Mia leaned down and kissed Linda’s other nipple, synchronizing her rhythm with Benny’s. Their mouths moved together—mirror images of devotion. Linda’s hands found their heads, tangled in their hair, holding them to her.

“You’re learning,” Mia murmured between kisses. “Just like that. Keep her right there. Hold her. Make her beg.”

In the corner, Tommy clung to Jon’s arms, his eyes glazed, mouth open in a silent moan. Jon thrust up slowly, deeply, the pressure perfect. One of his hands moved to grip Tommy’s hip as the boy rode him with a trembling rhythm, watching Mia and Benny suckle in unison.

“You two are going to break me,” Linda gasped, her voice cracking with pleasure.

Mia smiled and flicked her tongue across the swollen bud again. “Only if you ask nicely.”

Jon’s hips flexed beneath Tommy, and Tommy’s body jerked, overwhelmed, his hand gripping Jon’s forearm for balance. His other hand stayed clenched in his lap as his shaft throbbed in Jon’s grasp.

And the lesson continued—pure, aching worship, witnessed in silence and sealed with sweat.

“Mmm ... right there, Benny,” Mia purred, her mouth pulling off Linda’s nipple with a soft, wet pop. Her tongue made a slow circle around the flushed bud, savoring the taste of her. “Your grandma likes it when you go slow at first ... don’t you, Linda?”