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CHAPTER 30 – FUCKING WITH THE NEW BABY AROUND
Christmas had passed uneventfully, like every year here in Central Vietnam. The new year had just started, and while the rainy season was pretty much over, it was nippy now. Thuy seemed to be cold, as she kept asking to meet me. However, I was desperate to see Nguyet and spend an hour or two at her house, while her mother was gone. As hot as her visit to my house five or six weeks ago had been, we needed to fuck properly, naked on a bed, as we hadn’t done it for five months now.
Luckily, my timetable had changed: I didn’t have to work till three-thirty on Thursdays, the day Nguyet’s mother went to play cards. The first week of the new year though, Nguyet had to visit the doctor with her little son, but then the following week, her parents were invited to a wedding in another town an hour away. Nguyet said I should come over around eleven-thirty, after lunch, as her baby usually slept during that time.
Nguyet didn’t want to go to a café first but said she was horny and that she wanted to make the most of the hour we had. After she had been to my house for half-an-hour back in late November, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I imagined her enormous milk-filled breasts and couldn’t forget her cum-soaked panties from which some of her unruly pubic hair had stuck out. I would be so tickled to see her fully naked and roll around in bed with her. After her son fell asleep, I would touch, kiss, and caress and then properly fuck her. Or so I thought.
When I got to her house, the door was open. I asked Nguyet if I should push my Honda inside, but she only shrugged. The older lady next door was already staring at me, but there was nothing we could do. Nguyet looked beautiful in her black skirt and stockings, her white blouse and burgundy cardigan. She had put her hair up but wasn’t wearing glasses. We kissed and she introduced her son Minh to me, who was about ten weeks old now.
I had brought them flowers and a small present. At least, the neighbor saw me handing those to her, so we could sell this as the reason for my visit. Nguyet didn’t unwrap the flowers but just put them on the table for now. I looked around the living room, where we had had sex for the first time, about two-and-a-half years ago. No, she let me hold the baby, who looked at me with large, dark eyes. I asked her if she was happy to have him, even though she didn’t have a husband yet.
“Very much so, Ben. Believe me. You know the whole story with that guy at work. Right now, I don’t care that I’m not married. Minh is the apple of my eye.”
“Great. I’m really happy for you. But what about your parents: What do they say?”
“Oh, my mom is completely crazy about Minh. My father is still pretty reserved but, I guess, that’s normal.”
“Are they still complaining that you aren’t married, that you just slept with a guy to get pregnant?”
“They aren’t saying anything here at the house, in my presence. We don’t argue at all right now. I guess when they are among themselves, they’ll discuss it.”
We went to the back of the house and then upstairs. She was walking in front of me, but her son didn’t seem to mind that I was carrying him. I admired Nguyet’s cute little butt, as it was moving under her skirt. I reminisced how she had taken her skirt off right here in this spot the first afternoon I was here. That day, she had already taken off her panties in the living room near the door, and so she walked up the stairs naked, exposing her dark peach between her porcelain-white legs, which was entwined in glistening, black pubic hair. As soon as the baby was asleep today, she needed to take off her clothes and let me suck her pussy.
Now, in her room, she sat down on her bed to breastfeed her child. I handed him to her and she began to unbutton her blouse. My heart started racing as I watched her calm preparations. After she had almost finished, she put a small piece of cloth on her arm and I admired her cleavage and her heaving heavy bosom. Now she opened the two buttons on the front of her bra and her breasts flowed out. She looked stunning.
I had sat down on the desk chair but now I moved closer to the bed. I admired her shapely legs and her graceful figure in general. Her face was immaculate, even though she looked a little tired. Well, she probably hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for ten weeks now. Or more.
Her breasts were tantalizing: cone-shaped, yet pointy. Her nipples were brown and large. Minh started sucking, and I couldn’t wait until it was my turn. Nguyet opened her legs slightly for more support, and her skirt slid upward a bit. I didn’t know if this was intended, but it didn’t matter. We both knew what we would do as soon as the baby was asleep. But he was still drinking. She looked at me and smiled. Her naked breasts were heaving and I saw the blood vessels under her light skin. The boy was sniveling, coughing a little, and now she propped herself on her free, right arm behind her.
“I guess we should leave something for you?” she laughed.
“Sure. bursa escort bayan I don’t wanna waste the opportunity,” I just said, laughing back.
“Have you tried breast-milk?” she inquired.
“Yep. After my wife had given birth. But just a few drops.
“Did you like it?” Nguyet wanted to know.
“So-so. It was watery. And yet slightly … strangely sweet.”
Her son seemed done for now, and so she put him next to herself on the bed. She wrapped him in a larger white cloth and put him next to the pillow at the top-end. She sat back down facing me and opened her legs. Even though there was another human being in the room, it felt like we were alone. The baby didn’t count, did it? Nguyet had packed her tits away again, but the blouse was still open and I looked straight at her ample bosom. She was heaving and seemed ready for anything.
Now she briefly looked again over to her son, who seemed to be sleeping. She took off her cardigan and put both hands on the bed behind her. She was biting the tip of her tongue and looked at me challengingly with raised eyebrows and her head tilted.
“Whatcha waiting for?” she said laughing.
“I don’t know. You’re just too beautiful. It’s so nice to see you again. Perhaps it’s just that. I wanna soak in the moment. Maybe I don’t know how to start either. Your tits are beguiling, but in the end, your pussy is more interesting.”
“You don’t have to choose. You can have both,” she answered drily.
I moved a little closer with my chair and put my hands on her thighs. I started to caress them and pushed her skirt up a tad further. Her legs were smooth and soft but also firm and muscular. Her stockings felt nice. When I was looking at her beautiful face again, I felt my dick pumping. When my hand was feeling her crotch, I thought I was feeling hair through the material. Or was I wrong? Perhaps she wasn’t wearing underwear, just the pantyhose over her naked crotch? I double-checked, caressing her with my fingers, but everything was so erotic and hot that I decided not to look.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, and all the exciting moments of the last two years flashed past me again. I pulled my hands from under her skirt and fondled her breasts. I moved her bra-straps from her shoulders to her arms and pressed her bra down to watch her tits snap out. One popped first and then the other. This view, combined with a whiff breastmilk, was heavenly. As much as I liked her slim frame and her small, natural breasts, these huge tits were a revelation. She leaned backwards and laughed but then opened her bra.
“Your tits are absolutely glorious,” I stammered. “Especially, as they were pushed up by your bra,” I complained.
“Yeah, maybe, but it hurt. They’re still rather big, aren’t they?” she said confidently.
Nguyet now opened the last button of her blouse and said: “So, now you can do what you want.”
Wow. I began massaging her breasts and, of course, there were some drops of milk right away. I licked them off with my fingers but then I leaned forward and actually sucked her tits. Like a baby. It was desire mixed with curiosity. And maybe even a little bit to satisfy her expectations and go the whole log. She’d probably be disappointed if I didn’t. In the end, though, I didn’t drink much and, frankly, it didn’t taste all that great. But I could say I had done it.
Just after she had lied down in the middle of the bed, about the moment I was pulling her skirt up, her phone rang. She put one hand on my and arm, asking me to stop. She got up and went to the desk to pick up. I turned towards her and saw how one of her breasts was peeking out from her open blouse. I couldn’t help it, I just took off my clothes and promised myself to just fuck her as soon as she got off the line. My dick was pumping, but she was still talking, playing with a pair of scissors that was on the desk. As I didn’t know how long this would take, I went to the bathroom for a quick leak.
When I got back to the room, she was done and sitting on the bed again.
“My mother. They just got in the car to get back. So we have like 45 minutes. Let’s not waste any more time and fuck!”
Forty-five minutes was plenty in my agitated state. At least, we had the chance to properly screw, unlike last time, where she had just showed up at my house and, for the most part, we only jerked each other off. Luckily, my wife hadn’t returned until we were done. My dick was like three-quarters stiff now, and just as I asked myself if I should just lie down between her legs or use her tits first, she pulled her skirt back and presented me her pussy.
As I had figured, she wasn’t wearing panties, but now it even looked like she had cut a small, two-inch hole in the front of the pantyhose. Her pubic mound under the semi-translucent material looked absolutely delicious, and I knew that the smell of her pussy must be absolutely overpowering. So I kneeled between her legs, pushed her further up on the bed, and bent forward into her crotch.
Nguyet bursa anal yapan escort didn’t disappoint. Her aroma was mesmerizing, but after I had sniffed, licked, and caressed her pussy for just one minute, she pulled me onto herself.
“Come inside!” she demanded. “I want to get done before my parents get back. Actually, I don’t want them to find you here.”
I didn’t like any stress or needless fuss during sex, but I guessed she was right. At least, I got to fuck her properly after all those months. The last time we had really done it was in early August, and she had been quite heavily pregnant then. Six weeks ago, I had my dick inside her for just a minute; that didn’t count. Now, the first half of my cock just slipped inside her effortlessly. I started thrusting immediately and quickly got in further and further. I propped myself up on just one elbow though, as I still wanted to massage her huge tits, which were an absolute sensation. Nguyet closed her eyes and started to moan.
While I was licking some more drops of milk off her breast, I wondered why she wanted to keep her pantyhose on. At least that’s what it looked like. Well, perhaps because the thread of her parents showing up early? If they caught us, she would look decently dressed with the skirt and stockings. And then she probably didn’t want me to see her C-section scar above her bush. I regretted the waste of cutting her pantyhose, but it was hot, I had to admit. Very hot. And she knew it.
Nguyet moaned different from all the other women I knew: deeper, more guttural, and also more powerfully. I stretched and placed my upper body on both of my hands to watch how Nguyet was enjoying herself getting fucked. My cock was fully engulfed by her velvet sheath, and I knew I would come in a few more strokes. I put my legs outside hers and pressed the whole arrangement together for the final minute.
Somehow, there was too much fuss though to fuck truly splendidly. And now, of course, on top of all, her son started to cry. I let her legs go, so she could attend to him but kept thrusting, hoping I would just come and the whole ordeal would be over. We crawled closer to him commando-style, still united, and she stretched one hand like we were on a sinking ship and he was drowning. I still kept thrusting so as not to lose momentum, since he wasn’t really screaming yet. I was far beyond the point of no return, I just couldn’t stop.
Nguyet, however, was quiet now and tried to comfort her baby. She pushed me away from her and my dick slipped out. She sat down next to Minh, while I was lost, kneeling in the middle of the bed with my purple, wet glans throbbing. I was sweating like a pig and wincing. When I had pulled out, I got a splendid view of her wet, sticky pussy, partially covered by her black stockings, which was one of the three hottest moments of my life. Or even THE one single hottest. Good Lord! It didn’t get any better than that.
I looked down on my fat, twitching, wet dick that had quite a bit of her whitish pussy nectar on it. Ten inches away was her fine ass. Subconsciously, she had turned again to allow me access to her pussy, even though she was attending to the needs of her baby. Her butt was covered by her skirt, but I knew what her butt looked like, what it smelled like, how hairy her crack was, and what it felt like to shove my dick between those cheeks. When I remembered the little black curls back there, I lost it: baby or not, we had to finish. I lifted her skirt up and placed it on her back, like I had done a dozen times before.
I saw her panty-hose-clad ass and was deeply and thoroughly besotted. A powerful wave of desire washed all over me. I reached inside her pantyhose and ripped a bigger hole in it. Her butt was half-naked now; I wanted to caress it first, but I could contain myself. I mounted her again from behind and thrusted afresh.
I did feel bad a little bit about fucking a young mother while she was taking care of her baby. But only a little. It wasn’t going to hurt her son if I came in his mother and if she had an orgasm. Her ripped black pantyhose was the hottest sight imaginable. Nguyet’s enjoyment may have been waning, but she also wanted to keep going. Now, she looked back and asked if I would be done soon. Well, I was asking that myself. But she knew I wasn’t a teenager anymore. I kept fucking her, trying to stimulate her G-spot with my glans while at it. Well, perhaps it wasn’t our day today, as she moved further away from me again to comfort her son. I skid after her on my knees, making sure my dick didn’t slip out.
I thrusted as quickly as I could, and if it had been possible, I would have shoved my balls inside her, too, as horny as I was. Nguyet started to scream and whimper now, at least, but that stirred up her son again. I felt sorry, but this time I didn’t let her go and fucked her unscrupulously until I exploded formidably in her. I shot quite a load, perhaps seven or eight large splashes, and roared like seldom bursa rus escort before.
As my dick was twitching inside her, she wanted to look after her baby again, but I held her until I was truly done and empty. Then I pulled out but still didn’t let her go to watch my sperm come back out of her pussy again. We hadn’t done it for so long, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. Eventually, of course, I pulled away, and she sat down next to her boy.
I was still out of breath, but I knew I should take off right away. She buttoned her bra and blouse, took her son on her arm, and leaned on the wall at the head of the bed.
“It’d maybe be better if you left now,” she reiterated sheepishly. “I hate to kick you out, but you know … my parents …”
“Yeah, yeah. Understood. I don’t know what you think but it was great to fuck again, wasn’t it?” I asked her as I was getting dressed quickly.
“Yeah. We’ll do it again soon, perhaps in my apartment, huh?”
“Sure. After Tet. Tuyet will be in town, too,” I reminded her.
“I’ll see you together with her?” Nguyet asked.
“Of course. My mother’s gonna be in town, though, so it’ll be a little tricky, but somehow …”
“Tuyet told me she has a ‘steady boyfriend’ now,” Nguyet mentioned in passing.
I was alarmed at the news but had to take off. We went downstairs, and Nguyet pushed the metal sliding doors open again. But just as I had started my motorcycle and was about to roll backwards, a cab pulled up behind me, so I couldn’t get out. Her parents were back. I desperately thought how I could get out of this predicament. I didn’t wanna act like an outlaw and just run away, so took off my helmet again and put the Honda back on the stand. I went back inside the living room and grabbed the flowers, which, thankfully, were still wrapped. I was unwrapping them somewhat ceremoniously when her mother walked into the living room. From the corner of my eye, I saw the small gift here, next to me on the drawer, as well.
When I was done unwrapping, I turned around and saw Nguyet reach under her skirt with that small piece of cloth she had taken off her baby. She probably sensed that cum was leaking from her pussy and threatened to drop on the floor. Her parents were standing next to the door, and we nodded at each other. I thought of Nguyet’s wet, sticky, cum-covered pussy and her half-torn stockings, right there, four feet away from me, only covered by a thin layer of black fabric.
Nguyet, sharp as she was, pointed at the flowers and the gift and told her parents I had just arrived for my first official visit to greet the new baby. We nodded at each other and smiled. Her dad was sloshed after the wedding that they had just attended but motioned his wife to get some more beer to celebrate. Her mom looked good in her long dress, and I remembered how Tuyet asked me once if I lusted after her.
Said mother went to the back where the kitchen was to get the beer, glasses and ice. Minh had fallen asleep again, and Nguyet put him in the small bed here in the living room. She had her hands free now, which she would need in a second: I could see a small stream of cum running down her leg. Just as I wanted to say something – her father didn’t speak English – a large blob of semen hit the tile between Nguyet’s legs. Her father was too drunk to notice, but her mother would reappear any second now.
“Nguyet,” I whispered in English, “Rub away the spot of cum between your feet. Or, at least, step on it.”
She blushed but didn’t bend over to wipe it off. She only moved her foot over it and turned it a few times, like one would extinguish a cigarette. Sure enough, her mother returned, carrying a tray with two glasses, which had ice in them, and four cans of beer. Nguyet checked if the blob of semen was gone, and I thought again of her sticky pubic hair, her hairy ass, and the large hole in her stockings. And the most astounding pussy in the world.
I sat down across from the father, who filled the glasses. We raised our beverages to drink to the family’s health. Nguyet and her mother were over in the corner of the room, looking at the sleeping baby in the little bed. They were probably talking about the boy. Or the wedding. I looked at her mother and decided I would fuck her if Nguyet challenged me. She wasn’t ugly at all, just well past her prime.
Nguyet’s dad and I took a few swigs and then it was time for the next can. Nguyet’s mother was probably concerned that her husband would drink too much, but one can was definitely not enough. Two was more like it. On the other hand, Nguyet and her mother were probably glad that he finally met me, especially since the atmosphere was completely relaxed and amiable. As stressful as everything had been upstairs, sitting with the family dignified the day and made up for all the hectic moments before.
Nguyet went to the back of the house and returned with a vase. She put the flowers inside and looked for a good place to put them. The vase ended up on the table, but not directly between me and her dad, who raised his glass again to toast. When the second can was empty, he said something to his wife that I didn’t understand. Nguyet nodded, and I saw that a small vein of cum on her stockings had made it down below her knee. I guessed I’d take off now, after such a pleasant and friendly conclusion of the visit.
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