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CHAPTER 54 – NGUYET’S MOTHER’S UNFORGETTABLE BIRTHDAY
Nguyet and I hadn’t seen each other for a while, as I now had piquant responsibilities in the family, as reported the last time. On the other hand, there was one thing that was still looming: sex with Nguyet’s mother seemed unavoidable at this point. Nguyet had told me that next week, her dad was going to be on a business trip, while on Thursday it was her mother’s birthday. Of course, I asked immediately if they wanted me to jerk off on the birthday cake, but Nguyet only laughed and told me to save my juice for a better occasion. I knew immediately what she had meant.
The last time at Nguyet’s house had been so outlandish that I honestly didn’t know if or how we could top that: Nguyet and her mother had prepared a wonderful Japanese lunch, during which they let me dunk and rub fresh tuna in their wet pussies. Then, they had helped me to come on their dessert, before we went upstairs, where they blindfolded me and took turns sitting on my face and dick. In the end, I came in her mother, but Nguyet and I knew that she would have preferred to get banged properly, either on the desk or bed.
As I still wanted to embed that monumental act in some cheerful, dignified celebration however, we would have to do a role-play again, and so Nguyet and I met at a cafe to hatch plans. Nguyet didn’t really dress up for the occasion and seemed a bit in a hurry, so we went straight down to business.
“So, next Thursday?”
“Yes, but if another day is better, we’ll do it another day.”
“Thursday is fine,” I replied. “Lunch?”
“Yes, I have to be back at work at two,” Nguyet reminded me. “But I can leave the office at ten-thirty if I give my colleagues the word.”
“Have you thought about how we gonna do it? Last time was awesome, but we can’t just do the same again, can we?”
“I know. What also makes it hard is that we all know that you don’t really desire my mother. You don’t think she’s beautiful or hot …”
“Well, I mean … you know …” I was beating around the bush, but she interrupted me immediately.
“Stop it! You can’t fool me. You and I have been having a super satisfying affair for three years, but my mother is 23 years older than me, and I’ve never heard you saying anything positive about her looks. I know you don’t find her attractive.”
“True. But if I thought she was alluring, I wouldn’t have dared to say anything, either. Nguyet, come on, me and your mom? What would you have said?! Anyway, you’re right, I’ll never hold her face in my hands like I hold yours. You are the most beautiful woman I know.”
Nguyet looked at me, smiled and nodded, as if to say ‘thank you’ for the compliment. But then she continued: “And you will never mount her like you always swing yourself on top of me, whenever you have the opportunity. But she has listened in to us having sex and actually watched us twice now. And once, she has already partaken. So, the wish to get properly banged has arisen in her. Last time doesn’t really count, as we had blindfolded you. Which was her idea, by the way …”
“So I’ll just take her from behind when we are all on the bed together?” I asked straightforward, so as to not leave anything open to misunderstandings.
“Yes. I don’t think she expects more from you. You don’t want to seduce her good and proper, do you?”
“No, frankly, I can’t even imagine being alone with her in your bedroom. Perhaps I wouldn’t even get it up …”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there,” Nguyet laughed. “Do you know, by the way, what was the turning point, when she knew she wanted you to fuck her?”
“When you played ‘Lucky’, and I banged you on the kitchen table?”
“Jesus! How do you know?”
“That was the hottest fuck we ever had. And she could watch us nicely through the window in the hall, across from her tailor shop, through the yard, and then the kitchen window. Yeah, that whole afternoon was insane: How you opened your denim jacket, under which you only had a string vest …” I reminisced. “Do you want to play a hooker again next month?”
“Sure. Always. It was great, you’re right,” Nguyet confirmed and combed her hair with her spread fingers, as she had done a lot when she was playing Lucky. “I’ll be an upscale escort with black stockings and garter belt? Two hours at a nice hotel?” she asked.
“Oh, hell ya! That would be great. Oh, by the way, have you watched the film together?” I changed the topic.
We had captured everything on film the last time I had been at their house.
Nguyet laughed: “Sure. It came out great. I like how my mother was sitting on your dick. You need to watch it …”
“Did you watch it together with her?”
“Nope. You shouldn’t imagine that my mother and I are now like a lesbian couple. I just set it all up for her and she watched it by herself. She’s probably seen it three or four times now, when I’m at work in the mornings. But, yeah, next week we need to do another role-play during which we can beşiktaş escort completely forget ourselves …” she added.
“Well, I’ve thought about it. You probably need to stay a little passive, so that your mom can take the more active part kinda naturally.”
“Yes, I think we’ll pretend that even though I have a child, I’m inexperienced, clumsy, and naïve when it comes to sex. And you are my former colleague who’s still longing for me. Like we know each other but never had sex.”
“Yes! That’s it!” I exclaimed, but before I could sketch my vision, she continued:
“We’ll meet at the market ‘by chance’, and I’ll introduce you to my mother, who then invites you to our house for lunch, as she finds you attractive and my dad isn’t there.”
Nguyet had painted the inverted commas in the air with her index fingers. I took a drag of my cigarette but then extended my arm between us.
“Ok, that’s great, but let’s not plan too much. I can already see it in my mind’s eye.”
“Ok, then,” she nodded.
We looked at each other knowingly. I didn’t want to ask what was going through her mind, but soaked in her beauty once more. I almost proposed to do the escort-lady thing first, but it was her mother’s birthday. So we had to do what we could. As Nguyet was in a hurry and we had accomplished what we had come here for, we just paid up and went our ways.
During the remaining days, we didn’t hear from each other, but on Wednesday the following week, Nguyet told me to be at the market around quarter to eleven, so that I could bump into them. Her mother knew that we would meet there ‘by chance’ and was excited like a teenage girl that I was joining them for her birthday lunch, Nguyet added. I remembered to ask Nguyet if she believed her mother could still get pregnant but didn’t get an answer.
On said day, I parked my Honda near the market. I hadn’t been there for a long time and decided to stroll around a little, before I would actively look for the two ladies. Like Gulliver on Lilliput, I was considerably taller than everyone else in town, and so I wasn’t worried that I would eventually spot them. I ambulated between vendors’ tables and the tons of fruit on the ground. Some sellers came after me when I ignored their pleas. I thought briefly what I needed, but I didn’t want to carry anything around and, instead, began to imagine what we would do at Nguyet’s house. As much as I was looking forward to playing with the two of them, though, I realized I hadn’t been alone with Nguyet for too long.
Anyway, from time to time, the vendors were still blocking my way. They approached me holding all kinds of knick-knacks and tried really hard to get some of my money. But I just smiled and started to look for Nguyet and her mother more actively. And, sure enough, there they were, examining packets of incense sticks. Nguyet was wearing a white blouse, a relatively short, light-brown skirt with folds, and black pantyhose. She looked gorgeous, of course. Her mom was sporting a knee-length dress and a cardigan. As they hadn’t seen me yet, I admired Nguyet’s nimble butt a little, as it was bobbing under her skirt every time she moved. Now, she even bent over to pick something up from the ground, for which she had to stretch her bottom backwards. Oh, dear! I imagined fondling stocking-footed butt cheeks, and my dick began to rebel in my pants.
“Hi, Ms. Nguyet!” I said as I was approaching the two.
Nguyet blushed—I didn’t know how she could be so detailed about her role—and greeted me abashedly. Then she introduced me to her mother.
“Mom, this is Mister Ben. You know, the one who worked with me at the Center,” which was what our private English school was called here in Vietnam.
Her mother looked at me and smiled before she shook my hand.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she added.
We were still holding hands when Nguyet nudged her mother gently with her elbow, so that she would snap out of her pose and move again. We engaged in a little smalltalk about the weather and the market, before Nguyet mentioned that it actually was her mother’s birthday.
“Oh, well: Happy Birthday then!” I rejoiced but still acted as if I was about to take my leave.
“Ahem, Mr. Ben, do you want to have lunch with us, perhaps? As you can see, we just did the shopping … we could cook something quick at home,” Nguyet suggested. “My son is in kindergarten, and my dad is on a business trip,” she added, letting me know that the coast was clear. “I’m sure my mother would love it if you joined us.”
I pretended to calculate the time I had but eventually relented, of course. On the way to the parking lot, I paid the two ladies a bunch of compliments, to which they responded with pleased nods and smiles. They asked me to follow them on their way home, and when we arrived, we parked our motorcycles and went inside.
Nothing was prepared yet, but there was a small new sofa bayrampaşa escort in the living room, on the same wall that the window to the tailor shop was on. Nguyet’s mom was looking at me hope-, if not lustfully, but that only fit the occasion. Nguyet had noticed it, too, but—in line with her role—she wasn’t too happy about it. The two of them put their bags down, and Nguyet’s mother said that she was going to ‘freshen up’ and then cook. Nguyet was going to entertain me until the food would be ready.
Nguyet sat down on the new sofa, pressing her knees together. As we hadn’t seen each other for three years in today’s role-play, I pulled a chair close and sat down not too close in front of her. Nguyet wouldn’t have liked it if I, as an ex-college with a huge crush on her, had plopped down next to her on that small couch. I also could admire her better that way.
Her mother came to the living room with a tray of glasses and iced tea but quickly disappeared again without saying a word. Nguyet poured me a glass and handed it to me. Then she looked down, seeming uncomfortable. She had her hands on her knees and pretended that she was embarrassed to be alone with me—just like four years ago at work, after I had confessed my love for her.
“Miss Nguyet, you are still as beautiful as I remembered you,” I told her. “Perhaps you are even more beautiful now,” I added after a pause.
Blushing, she thanked me for the compliment, but reminded me immediately that I was married. Sure, if one person in the room is uncomfortable, the other one might feel bad as well.
“I’ve heard you have a child now,” I tried to start a conversation.
Nguyet nodded, still embarrassed, but then filled me in some details: “Yeah, Minh is one-and-a-half. He’s actually at the childminder’s right now.”
I nodded and was tempted to ask about the father of the child but didn’t, as her mother had appeared again. Now, she was wearing the long, revealing dress that resembled a bathrobe, which she had tailored for our last bash, when the two had prepared the Japanese lunch.
“Nguyet!” she exclaimed. “Jesus, I stalled earlier: Isn’t this that Mr. Ben you always told us about? The one who wanted to marry you?”
Nguyet blushed and nodded: “Yes, mom.”
Now her mother exclaimed indignantly: “Honestly, I don’t know what your problem is. You let some scoundrel make you a baby but spurn such a stately and handsome man?! That doesn’t make sense … I don’t get it,” she reiterated, shaking her head.
“I don’t like tall, burly men, mom,” Nguyet lied. “Especially not, if they are much older than I am.”
“Burly? Are you calling him fat?” Now, her mother was exasperated. “Stately, sure. Even impressive, perhaps,” she retorted, still shaking her head.
Even though this was just a role-play, I was still glad that Nguyet’s mother had my back. I wondered when exactly she would open the ribbon in the front of her dress and expose her naked body. I was sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, just like the last time. She already seemed aroused, as her belly and bosom were heaving right next to the corner of my eye.
Nguyet’s mother scrutinized me for a good twenty seconds and then said something that I didn’t fully understand. So I asked Nguyet to translate.
“She asked if you still like me, if you still think I’m beautiful.” After a small pause, Nguyet added: “She knows you’re married but, I mean, if … if no one would find out … if we kept everything a secret, you know, are you in the mood for some tender love play right now? My mother is worried about me … you know, I’m a little clumsy and inexperienced when it comes to men. My mother thinks that it is my fault that I can’t find a husband.”
I swallowed with my mouth closed, looked up at her mom, and nodded.
“Yes, sure. Of course.”
Nguyet’s mother closed the screeching metal front-door and said: “So! Now, you’re alone. I’ll go and fix lunch and you, Nguyet, be nice to Mr. Ben. You let him do what he wants to. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“B-But, mom,” Nguyet stammered, “Y-You always said that w-w-one shouldn’t have sex before marriage,” she contended.
“And? Did you play by the rules? No, you didn’t. You deliberately conceived a child from that rapscallion … what was his name? Anyway, now it doesn’t matter anymore. You are a single mom, and you can have sex with whoever you want. Don’t claim the moral high ground now. Just do as I say! It’s my birthday. It would be the most wonderful present if Mr. Ben banged you today. And if I could watch a little …” she cooed, before she buzzed off towards the kitchen, humming all the way.
Now I was alone with Nguyet, like I had dreamed of countless times four, five, six years ago. I moved my chair closer, so that I could put my hands on her knees.
“Miss Nguyet, I’m sorry. I didn’t know your mother would throw you into my arms like this. I just thought we would eat together …”
“Don’t worry,” escort avcılar Nguyet was shaking her head. “My mother can be pretty impulsive. And then we better do what she says. And she’s right: I haven’t been very shrewd or diligent when it comes to finding a husband. Perhaps you could show me a few things that every man likes?” she suggested.
I nodded and then began to caress her knees, before I went down to her shapely calves, and then up the half of her thighs that stuck out from under her skirt. Nguyet didn’t react much; I wasn’t able to tell if she liked it or not. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then put a strand of hair behind her ear. Finally, I took her hands.
She straightened up to sit more erect and began to unbutton her blouse. I could hear her heaving; we both had to be worried that her mom would come back to check on our progress, and so I unbuttoned my shirt as well. I put one of her hands onto my stomach and then kissed her briefly again. I admired the little bit of her white lacy bra that I was able to see. We kissed again, and then she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and opened it properly to present me her heaving, tender bosom in all its glory.
I touched her collar bones and the skin below, above her heaving chest: “Miss Nguyet, you are so slender and graceful.”
“My mother thinks I’m too thin,” she countered.
“Nonsense. You’re perfect as you are.”
“Thank you,” she whispered coyly and looked deep in my eyes.
I reached in her bra tenderly and played with her nipple. When I pulled my finger out again to lick it, her mother appeared in the hall to check on us. When she saw that Nguyet had opened her blouse and was letting me caress her titties, she nodded approvingly and scooted off again. Nguyet reached behind her back, under her blouse, opened her bra and then fumbled off the straps in the front, so that she could remove her bra without taking her blouse off.
Her breasts, which I had seen dozens of times, were, of course, beautiful. Her medium-sized, reddish-brown nipples formed a nice contrast to her light skin and white blouse. I was caressing her areolas with my wet fingertips, when her mom appeared again. Looking at her daughter’s breasts, she said:
“Well, that’s it? You haven’t gotten any further?”
Now, she asked something regarding the cooking. It was amusing and arousing how the two of them were talking, while Nguyet’s chest was exposed. It was hot, actually. Incredibly so.
When her mother was gone again, Nguyet asked me solemnly and soberly: “What do you want to do next?” and slid forward on the sofa.
She opened her legs and let me look between them. I saw the crotch of her pantyhose. Oh, the agony of choice. To buy some time, I stood up and relieved my dick from the yoke of my pants and underpants. I let my gaze pass from my pulsating, throbbing glans to Nguyet and remembered the little scene I had witnessed at the market, when Nguyet had bent over to pick something up. Yes, her hairy ass was beautiful. That’s what I wanted to see and smell now.
“I would like to see your bottom. And caress it. And kiss …” I added.
Like she didn’t hear what I had said, she leaned forward, however, and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked and licked for maybe two minutes before she apologized:
“I’m sorry. I hadn’t had a penis in my mouth for a long time.”
Now she got up and kneeled down on the sofa, with her body parallel to the wall. Her butt was pointing towards the hall. If her mother showed up now, she would see her daughter’s nimble little ass. I could hear her mother clanking pots in the kitchen, while her daughter was getting ready to be mounted. She made a knot in her blouse in front of her belly, so that her breasts remained exposed, and now she lifted her skirt up and parked it on her back.
I stood behind her butt and caressed and squeezed her small ass through her pantyhose. Ever so slightly, I touched her pussy, which seemed already wet. Using one hand, she now clumsily pulled her pantyhose down to her thighs. I kept caressing her butt cheeks through her cotton panties.
“Miss Nguyet, you let me know if anything is truly unpleasant,” I offered as her ex-colleague.
“Yes … no, don’t worry,” Nguyet nodded and pulled her panties down to her thighs as well.
As clumsy as using just one hand looked, it was absolutely tantalizing. I had seen her hairy ass and her pussy tucked in between dozens of times, but the view was always uplifting. I realized again how yellow—and, close to her butthole—how brown her skin was back there. Sniffing, I approached her savory butt crack like a scientist. Her aroma always developed well and stayed for a while, as hairy as her crevice was. And this morning, her pantyhose had certainly played its part as well.
After I had sniffed and watched her ass for a little while, I stuck my tongue in her butt hole, which made her twitch. Nguyet smacked her lips indignantly and complained:
“Mr. Ben! You can’t put your tongue in my anus. It’s dirty.”
“That’s the point,” I laughed. “Your little rabbit snout is just too endearing. I love you. Please let me lick your anus a little longer,” I begged.
“Well, ok, if that’s what you want to do …” she replied half-heartedly, and so I continued.
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