Chapter 9: Monster Cock versus MILF

A shout out to Kenjisato for his amazing editing skill and suggestions...

[Tags: Masturbating, Sex, Cream pie, Voyeurism, Aunt-Nephew, Old woman-Young man]

Friday...

As the evening’s whispers turned into a symphony of seductive secrets, Nancy felt her heart pound in her chest. Through her bedroom window, the moon shone silvery, creating shimmering shadows on the walls that moved in time with her racing thoughts. The memory of their illicit encounter refused to go away, as her cheeks remained flushed from the heat of James’ embrace, and the subtle aroma of his scent clung to her skin like a seductive ghost.

It was Nancy’s first time lying, betraying her best friend, and playing around with her sexuality.

Nancy was still tingling from the thrilling experience of giving James, the stepbrother of her best friend Debby, a passionate kiss as she lay on her bed. She was shocked by the events that had just transpired. By telling James about Debby’s scheme to make fun of him at a party, she had betrayed her best friend. And, in return, James had given her the most intense smooching and dry humping she had ever experienced!

She relived the passionate moments they had spent together, the way his hands had touched her curves with such hunger that it left her speechless. He left a sweet, forbidden nectar on her lips that made her want more. The taste of him was a heady mixture of mischief and desire. It had been electrifying to feel his body against hers, sending waves of pleasure, like liquid fire, through her veins.

A trail of goosebumps followed, as her fingertips followed the path his mouth had taken, lingering on her delicate lips where his teeth had lightly scraped her skin.

Her dress’s rumpled fabric was a silent reminder of the passion that had blazed between them in his home’s silence like a wildfire. Her body was ablaze with need, and she could feel the ghost of his touch, the phantom caress of his fingers that had once danced along the edge of her clothes, teasing the swell of her breasts.

The temperature rose, and the tension in the air reflected the raging storm of emotions inside her. Nancy’s thoughts swirled in a tempest of desire and guilt, a tumultuous cocktail that had her skin tingling and her body aching for release.

Her gaze landed on the open window with the curtains gently fluttering in the evening wind.

It whispered of the outside world, a world where her best friend lay in the dark, oblivious to the fiery betrayal that had unfolded beneath the same roof that Debby called her home.

Nancy’s hand traveled across her body, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as she moved. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, a stark reminder of James’ touch!

She bit her lower lip, relishing the sweet ache, as her thoughts became more daring. She felt an almost painful yearning as she recalled his powerful hands grabbing her hips and drawing her closer, their bodies moving in unison.

Her legs fell open of their own accord, the cool air brushing against her heated flesh as she allowed her mind to fully embrace the sinful images playing out in her thoughts.

Nancy couldn’t stop thinking about the way James’ lips felt on hers, the way his tongue explored her mouth, and the way his body pressed against hers.

Nancy felt a pang of guilt, as she thought about how she had betrayed Debby. She knew that Debby would be furious if she found out. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel excited about the possibility of exploring her feelings for James further.

She opened her eyes and looked at the wall, where hung a picture of Debby; her best friend since her childhood. Nancy had been close to her since they first met. They were at elementary school together, and then high school; they were always together. They did everything together, always; at least, until this night.

She knew that it was wrong, but she couldn’t help the way she felt. That was why she became afraid of it!

Yes, she only intended to go out for coffee with James that evening, and receive a kiss from him at the end of the night. Naturally, she had never hoped to spend time alone with him at his house, and she never even thought that they would get so intimate!

She could still feel his breath merging with hers during the intense kiss that they shared, the way his hands roamed over her body, she didn’t even know such a pleasure existed! Every touch of his ignited a fire within her heart! And it also seemed to be that his touch was the only thing that could soothe this fire that was burning her entire body! It seemed as though he was both the cause and the effect of this strange, intense feeling she was having.

He touched her in a way that made her feel like she was being crushed by enormous waves of pleasure. She wanted more, more of this feeling, more of this pleasure, and he was doing exactly that— like a maestro who knew how to play the instrument, even though she did not realize it, until he had already done it! And before long, she was caught off guard by a strong orgasm that rocked her very being!

She felt wet and itchy down there from the memories of the whole episode, so she firmly pressed the pillow between her legs to experience that feeling again. The pillow was insignificant in comparison to the rock-hard penis that was simply pressed against her when he held her in his lap!

To relieve the itch that was bothering her, she began to rub the pillow between her legs and pressed it as firmly as she could against her kitty.

The anticipation grew with every passing second, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, as she approached the apex of her desire. The soft moan that escaped her lips was barely audible; a silent confession of the need that then consumed her. The fabric of her panties grew damp with arousal, the material clinging to her as she grew wetter with every passing moment.

The pillow wasn’t enough to satisfy her need, her hand slipped under the waistband, the soft cotton brushing against her swollen folds as she sought the warmth and slickness that awaited her. She found her clit, already swollen and aching for the pressure she knew would bring her the release she craved. Nancy’s eyes closed, her head falling back against the pillow, as she began to circle the sensitive nub with the pad of her thumb. The sensation was exquisite, a direct line to the molten core of her need that James had so expertly stoked.

With her other hand, she cupped her breast, the nipple already a tight peak that begged for attention. She pinched it gently, rolling the tender flesh between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation shooting straight to her core. The dual assault on her senses brought back the feeling of his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging deeply as if he wanted to devour her from the inside out. Her hips began to rock in time with her hands’ movements, helping to build the friction with every pass over her sensitive bud.

The sound of her own pleasure grew louder, the room echoing with the soft, needy noises she couldn’t hold back. Nancy’s breath hitched, as she slipped a finger inside herself, the wetness of her arousal making it easy to glide in and out. The digit mimicked the thickness of James’ cock, which she had felt straining against his pants during their encounter. The memory of his erect penis sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she pushed in another finger, the stretch sending waves of pleasure that rippled through her body.

Her thumb continued to circle her clit with a steadfast rhythm, the pressure increasing as she approached the precipice of her climax. The feeling grew more intense with every stroke, her muscles tightening in anticipation. The room spun around her, the world narrowing to the focus of her own pleasure, as she chased the high that James had introduced her to. Her body began to quiver, the tension coiling tighter with every beat of her racing heart. She could almost feel him above her, his breath hot against her ear, as he whispered naughty things that made her body burn with a fiery lust.

Her other hand abandoned her breast to glide down her stomach, her fingertips tracing the path her dress had taken earlier in the night. She reached the apex of her thighs, the heat of her arousal reaching up to meet her hand like a lover’s embrace. She slipped a third finger into herself, the sensation of fullness making her gasp aloud. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a testament to the depth of her need. The rhythm of her hand grew more erratic, her body moving of its own accord as it sought the peak of ecstasy.

Her thoughts grew hazier, the line between reality and memory blurring, until she could almost feel James’ confined cock pressed against her, his hips rolling into hers with a passion that stole her breath away. Her fingers quickened, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body like a thousand tiny stars. The tension grew, coiling tighter with every stroke, a serpent of desire that had her writhing on the bed.

Nancy’s toes curled, her legs quivering as the first tremors of her orgasm began to build. Her hips bucked, seeking more, craving the release that hovered just out of reach. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape her throat, her body bowing in silent ecstasy as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. The world around her faded into nothingness; only the pounding of her heart and the sweet agony of her desire!

With a final, desperate stroke, she found her release, her body convulsing with the intensity of it. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the sensation so potent it brought tears to her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched around her fingers, the spasms sending shockwaves through her core that seemed to shake her to her very soul. She threw her head back, a keening moan escaping her lips as she rode the crest of her climax, her body shaking with the force of her passion.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, Nancy felt a pang of sadness. The bittersweet realization that it was all just a memory, a fleeting moment of bliss that could never be recaptured, not in this way! She slowly withdrew her hands, the dampness a stark reminder of her betrayal. But even as the guilt washed over her, she couldn’t deny the hunger that remained; the insatiable craving for James that had only grown stronger with each passing second.

Her breathing grew more even, the sound of her pulse echoing in her ears like a distant drum. She rolled over onto her stomach, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat of her body. Her cheek pressed into the pillow, she allowed herself to succumb to the darker thoughts that had been lurking in the shadows of her mind. Thoughts of James, of his touch, his taste, his scent! The way his hands had roamed over her body as if it was the most precious treasure he had ever found.

Her hips began to move in a slow, sensual dance against the mattress, her body craving the friction she had denied it moments before. She slid her hand back down, her fingertips grazing over her still-sensitive clit before delving back into her wet warmth. The feeling was almost too much, her body already primed and eager for release. Nancy bit down on the pillow, muffling the moan that threatened to spill out into the quiet night. She pictured James above her, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her lose control.

The sound of her own slickness filled the room, a testament to the intensity of her desire. Her fingers curled inside her, mimicking the motion of his cock that she had yet been able to fully experience. The thought of him, of the way he had felt against her, pushed her closer to the edge once more. Her breathing grew more ragged, her movements more desperate. The bed creaked softly in protest as she rocked into her hand, her body a vessel for the passion that consumed her.

Her second orgasm took her by surprise— a sudden, sharp crescendo that made her body arch off the mattress. Her muscles tightened; a silent symphony of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her toes curled into the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she rode the wave of ecstasy. The room was a whirlwind of sensations, the smell of their earlier encounter still lingering in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to fuel her lust.

As her climax subsided, Nancy found herself craving more. The guilt was still there, a dull throb in the back of her mind, but it was overshadowed by the white-hot need that James had awakened in her. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel him inside her, to have his cock filling her up, stretching her in a way her own fingers never could. The thought of him watching her, his eyes dark with desire, made her pulse quicken and her pussy throb anew.

Her hand slid out of her panties, the slickness of her arousal leaving a glistening trail along her inner thigh. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself, savoring the musky sweetness that was a reminder of their stolen moments together. The act was both erotic and self-chastising, a silent admission of her wanton nature. Her eyes searched the room, landing on the rumpled bedspread and the discarded remnants of her hasty passion.

Of course, that was all she could do right then; at the moment, she wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she was having a panic attack. Fear was the first thing she felt when he had left her alone for a short while, even though she knew she should have stayed there and let him do what he was doing.

She still didn’t know why, but she experienced an odd fear that, of course, was the same fear she had known since she could remember it. The reason she panicked and fled the scene was because she had not felt this fear in such a long time.

Naturally, it took her at least an hour to relax even after arriving home, and the main factor that helped her do so was thinking about James and the time she had spent with him.

Later, she came to the realization that she had ruined everything by fleeing; instead, she ought to have stayed and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

Her V-card might have been lost on this day! If only she had stayed there for some more time, what she had just imagined might have become a reality and instead of her fingers, it could have been James’ penis penetrating her virgin pussy!

However, being a scaredy cat, she simply fled without speaking to him!

‘Nancy, you ought to have stayed there. How might he perceive me now? It could have been James instead of this pillow if I had stayed there. Nancy, you need to be strong. Get yourself together, go take action, and claim him as your own! Yes, Nancy, you are capable! You can do it!’

The final line continued to reverberate in her head like a mantra, and she began massaging herself against the pillow as the memories of her time with James began to flash before her, she felt another wave of joy sweep over her.

Sub_Katt: I am so excited to meet you, sir! Only one more day to go!

James sighed; although he was not as nervous about meeting her as he had been, say, a week ago, he still had his doubts because he had not fully figured out his abilities.

Forget about the system as a whole. Even if he relied solely on “Mr. Dom,” he could not claim to have figured out how it worked.

His thoughts and actions were not in sync. For instance, “Mr. Dom” had a tendency to act in ways that were merely outlandish fantasies, such as overpowering Henry.

‘But fuck! Regardless of the outcome, “Mr. Dom” was here to ensure that I came across as a dominant man, and was that not what I needed when I would meet a submissive?’

Another change that occurred to him after that dream of the sun and moon colliding was the constant groaning sound from his stomach, urging him to eat again and again. He had nearly eaten seven times in a single day, and despite spending nearly half of the day at school, he had consumed the entire weeks’ worth of food that was available in the kitchen.

‘Damn! Tomorrow, I will have to go shopping as well.’

His enormous dick was slouched against the keyboard when he got out of the chair.

“Shit!” ‘How could I ever forget you again?’

He glanced at the timer that was floating in the corner of his eye. “[21:48:56]”

“Almost twenty-two hours left.”

The day had been one of the worst days of his life; first, he had to save his ass from Henry and his lackeys; then he was blackmailed by Emilia, while he enjoyed being with her, he intended a better treatment and mutual pleasure from her which he did not get.

Then came Nancy, of course, he hadn’t planned anything with her yet, somehow things were getting really exciting with her, this and his gamer attitude was the reason why he quickly used the ‘Buff’ with ‘Re-Sizer’.

Of course, he had hoped to test it with Nancy, but his bad luck wasn’t over because just like Emilia she also left him high and dry.

Since wearing any clothes down there was extremely uncomfortable for him due to the massive size and girth of his enhanced dick, he had wrapped the towel around his waist.

He was much more composed by then, but he was furious and wanted to scream in exasperation when he saw that Nancy had gone and that he was left with blue balls again, twice in less than six hours! His annoyance only increased when he attempted to go through his routine with that baseball bat dangling between his legs, brushing his dick against doors and walls. He had these kinds of mishaps practically everywhere he went inside the house.

Initially, he had planned to test both his new skills, ‘Dancing Finger’ and ‘Sloppy Tongue’ to see what they could actually do, but the unplanned and unfinished session with Nancy had left him in a bad mood.

He made the decision to play the video game instead, in order to alter his mood and prevent mishaps, so he logged into Clash of Villages.

His character leveled up to level three as a mage after grinding for almost two hours, so he reached level 25 and after that, he logged into Aphrodite in order to communicate with his sub. He gave her some crucial instructions to ensure he did not make a mistake, even though he believed he was prepared to face her.

He wrapped the towel properly around his waist and walked out of his room, as he stumbled through his door, the weight of his newfound burden, heavy against his thigh. His eyes searched for the familiar comfort of his living room, his mind racing with the events of the day.

His reflection in the hallway mirror revealed a man with a secret, one that was, quite literally, too big to hide. He reached down to adjust the bulge, his hand swallowed by the sheer mass of his thickened member. The sensation was alien, a blend of pleasure and pain as he tried to navigate the uncharted territory of his own anatomy. His fingertips tingled as they brushed against the velvety skin, the extra girth making his every move deliberate and calculated.

In the kitchen, the scent of simmering garlic and olive oil filled the air, a stark contrast to the intoxicating aroma of his newfound virility. He had intended to cook a simple dinner for one, but every action had become a delicate dance. His apron barely covered the massive bulge that pushed against the countertop, leaving him feeling exposed and unsteady. Each step sent a jolt of sensation through him, reminding him of the beast between his legs that seemed to have a mind of its own. His apron strings fluttered in the breeze of his movements, occasionally grazing the sensitive tip that then was so prominent, it was a wonder he could walk without it slapping against his thigh.

The sound of sizzling chicken breasts pulled him back to reality. He approached the stove with caution, his eyes darting between the pan and the reflection of his crotch in the chrome toaster. The heat from the stove washed over him, a gentle reminder of the internal heat building within. As he flipped the chicken, his apron rode up, giving him a glimpse of his engorged member. The sight alone was almost too much to bear, and he felt his cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

The kitchen was now a minefield of potential disasters. Every counter and cabinet was a challenge, each task a balancing act of man and meat. He managed to chop the vegetables with a tremble in his hand, the sight of his oversized phallus bobbing in time with his movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The simple act of stirring the pasta sauce became a sensual experience, his swollen head brushing against the edge of the pot with every pass, sending ripples of ecstasy through his core.

With each step, the fabric of his towel grew tauter, threatening to reveal his secret. The friction was maddening, a sweet torture. The aroma of garlic and basil was overpowered by the scent of his arousal, filling the air with an undeniable tension. James bit his lower lip, his eyes glazed over with desire as he grappled with the reality of his newfound size.

As the pasta water boiled, so, too, did his passion. He could feel the pressure building in his groin, a need that could no longer be ignored. He had to sit to slice the bread, his legs unable to keep the weight of his new reality at bay. The bread knife trembled in his hand as he took deep, uneven breaths, trying to focus on the task at hand. Each slice was a battle, his eyes straying down to the bulge that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement as the knife slipped, nicking the countertop, a symbolic reminder of the power he had come to wield.

The dinner plates clinked together as he set them on the kitchen island, his cock jutting out like an obscene totem pole. The thought of sitting down at the dinner table with such a glaring, undeniable presence was both thrilling and absurd. How could he possibly enjoy a meal with the constant presence of the mammoth that was hanging between his legs? Of course, there was also a pang of anger since he had just misused the ‘BUFF’ but that was it; it was just a pang, a farfetched echo within his mind that was under the hazy sky of excitement and lust.

The sight of his engorged member made his mouth water, and not just for the food.

He managed to plate the meal with trembling hands, the chicken and pasta a beautiful mess of flavors that seemed so trivial compared to the main course he’d inadvertently prepared for himself. His apron was now soaked with a sheen of sweat, clinging to his body like a second skin. He took a bite of the food, the taste of basil and tomato a mere afterthought as the weight of his cock grew more insistent, begging for attention.

The table was set, the candles flickered, and James was dressed in nothing but the apron and a towel that was doing its best to hold that massive dick in its confine which made his new size impossible to ignore.

He sat down, his chair groaning under his shifted weight. The apron strings tightened around his neck, framing his face with the promise of what lay beneath. With a deep breath, he reached down; with one twist the towel came undone and touched himself, the heat of his skin almost scalding. His hand wrapped around his girth, the sensation of his own touch sending shockwaves through his body. The room spun as he began to stroke, his hips rocking in time with the motion, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The scent of arousal grew stronger, mingling with the aroma of the dinner he’d crafted. The sound of his hand moving over his thick shaft filled the room, a rhythmic symphony that seemed to crescendo with each stroke.

His eyes fell closed, the only light coming from the candles casting flickering shadows across his sweat-drenched skin. The pressure grew, his body a coil ready to spring, and as he reached the peak of his climax, his mind filled with the images of the women he’d always fantasized about doing naughty things with!

First, it was Mrs. Asin, but then she was quickly replaced by Ms. Palmer, who quickly changed into his crush, Hailey Summer; ultimately the image morphed into Julia Boris, his step-aunt, standing at his bedroom door with her eyes wide with amazement and shock!

With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the kitchen, James released his burgeoning passion, the warmth of his cum painting the apron in a sticky mess. He leaned back, panting, his chest heaving with the effort.

The reality of his situation crashed down around him, his dinner forgotten. He was a new man, with a new challenge, and a new set of desires that would not be silenced so easily.

The world outside was unchanged, but in the confines of his kitchen, James had discovered a whole new realm of pleasure, one that would forever alter the course of his life.

Carefully, he stood, his legs wobbly from the intensity of his release. He peeled the apron from his body, the fabric sticking to his skin in a few places. He took a moment to admire his reflection in the fridge door, his cock still semi-erect, a proud declaration of his newfound manhood. The cold glass against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered in his groin. He grabbed the towel from the chair, cleaning himself up with a sense of reverence that was almost ritualistic.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the kitchen, the towel straining to contain him. The living room loomed ahead, a reminder of his solitude. The couch, the chair, even the floor beneath his feet seemed to whisper sweet nothings of potential encounters, of the pleasure he could share with others if only he could find the courage.

He decided to start with the simple act of watching TV, the flickering images a distraction from the pulsing need between his legs. But as the minutes ticked by, his thoughts grew more and more heated. The actors on the screen seemed so far away, so untouchable, and yet the woman in the commercial for a new lingerie line had his full attention. Her eyes seemed to bore into his soul, her lips parting in a seductive smile that sent his imagination spiraling. He reached down to adjust himself, the friction of the fabric against his sensitive skin driving him wild.

The remote slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor as he gave in to his desires once more. His hand found its way back to his cock, stroking it with renewed vigor. Each touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body that made him gasp. The room grew hazy, the TV nothing but a blur as he lost himself in the fantasy of her hands replacing his, her mouth eager to taste his newfound power. The couch cushions creaked beneath him as he bucked his hips, the tension building to an unbearable crescendo.

And then, just as he felt the warmth of another climax approaching, the doorbell rang, a jolting reminder of the world outside. Panic seized him, his hand frozen in mid-stroke. Who could it be?

When he noticed that the wall clock read 11:46pm, he was certain that nobody should be at their house at this hour.

However, the doorbell rang.

The sound echoed through the house, a siren’s call to the reality he’d been trying to avoid.

He thought about everything from math equations to scary movies; only when he thought about strategies that he could apply in The Clan Survivor, was he able to calm his dick down.

Of course, during that time, the doorbell rang once again.

He took a moment to compose himself, the scent of his arousal was thick in the air. He couldn’t let them see him like this, not yet. With a groan of frustration, James wrapped the towel around his waist and stumbled to the door, his heart racing.

He swung it open to find his step-aunt Julia, standing on the porch; he stood there, dumbfounded.

James’ mouth was as dry as the Sahara. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her as she stood there, the confidence in her stance and the sultry curve of her lips leaving him utterly captivated. She was a goddess, a siren luring him into uncharted waters, and he was powerless to resist.

Despite his deep-seated dislike and near-hatred of her for her treatment of him and his father, he had always been drawn to her beauty.

“What are you doing here, Julia? I mean, right now?”

Of course, the memories of the previous day resurfaced on his face, which made him avert her gaze only for his eyes, to notice the next big thing that was below her face.

At five foot seven, she towered over most men, a testament to the genetic lottery that had bestowed upon her a figure that could make even the most stoic of statues weep with envy.

Although he was aware that her breasts were artificial, yet they were nothing less than a monument to the gods of lust themselves, were a full 36DD cup, perched high on her chest, with the grace of a gazelle’s and since they were enhanced, they weren’t affected by gravity. They jiggled ever so slightly with every step she took, a silent siren’s call to the carnally inclined.

She was dressed in a form-fitting, short purple dress that hugged every curve and crevice of her voluptuous body. Julia had always been a beautiful woman, but today, she was something else entirely—a seductive siren in the flesh.