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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 22:30:50 +0000 UTCChapter 10: Rooftop & Getting Followed
After showering, I came to the living room and found Meng Siyu curled up on the sofa watching variety TV. She wore pink bear pajamas, her white legs casually propped on the coffee table.
"Brother Lin, come keep me company~" She patted the seat beside her, eyes still on the screen.
I sat down, towel-drying my hair, deliberately keeping a bit of distance.
On TV, some talent contest was on, the contestants performing energetically.
From time to time, Meng Siyu giggled, covering her mouth with one hand.
"This guy is so funny!" She pointed at a contestant’s blunder, laughing until she doubled over.
I forced a smile, but couldn’t keep my eyes from drifting toward the stairs. Aunt Liu should’ve gone back to her room by now… I wondered if tonight there’d be…
"Brother Lin, you’re so absent-minded~" Meng Siyu suddenly sidled closer, her big bright eyes blinking at me.
"Ah? No, I’m not." I snapped my gaze back, pretending to focus on TV.
She pouted, yawning: "Ugh… so sleepy…" She stretched, her pajama shirt lifting to reveal a slim waist.
"Go to sleep then." I turned off the TV; darkness instantly filled the living room.
"Good night~" she chirped, skipping upstairs, footsteps fading away.
I tiptoed back to my room, glanced at my phone 23:47. Calming myself, I lay in bed, pretending to sleep.
Seconds ticked by as I stared at the ceiling, counting sheep. When the clock hit 0:30, my door quietly creaked open.
The scent of jasmine drifted in, and the mattress dipped gently. Turning, I met Aunt Liu’s moist eyes in the moonlight.
"Auntie…" As soon as I opened my mouth, she pressed her lips to mine.
Her lips were even softer than I’d imagined, carrying a hint of minty toothpaste.
Our tongues tangled together, like two playful fish.
Aunt Liu’s hand slid inside my pajamas, fingertips tracing lazy circles on my abs.
"Yaowen…" When we broke apart, her breath had grown shallow. "Tonight… what do you want…"
I grinned and whispered in her ear, "Take Auntie somewhere… thrilling."
Aunt Liu gave me a puzzled look, but I was already guiding her out the door, tiptoeing like guilty kids through the dark hallway.
We crept up the emergency stairs to the rooftop. The night wind stroked our faces with late-summer coolness. The whole city glittered beneath us, neon dying the sky a purple-red.
"What are we " Aunt Liu started, but the view left her speechless.
I led her to the railing, hugging her waist from behind. "Auntie doesn’t think… doing it here is exhilarating…?"
Her ears flushed instantly. "You… you’re crazy… what if someone sees…"
"It’s past midnight, who’d come up to the roof..." I nipped her ear, my hands already roaming up and down.
Aunt Liu’s body softened obviously. She turned, glaring at me playfully, "Little rascal…" but her eyes were already glazing over with desire.
Before she could finish, I pushed her up against the rail.
Aunt Liu rested both hands atop the cold metal, hips jutting slightly backward.
Her full, round bottom formed an enticing curve in the moonlight.
Kneeling on one knee, I lifted her nightgown.
Tonight, Aunt Liu wore black lace panties so scanty they barely covered her.
I could see the outline of her pink labia, already faintly moist.
"Mmm~…" Aunt Liu whimpered, fingers clutching the rail.
I didn’t hurry to enter, but used my tongue to tease her through the thin fabric. Aunt Liu’s thighs tensed instantly, her opening fluttering with lively contractions.
"Ah~… don’t…" Her voice was almost weepy, but her hips pressed back against my mouth all the same.
Wickedly, I yanked down her panties, exposing both pink lips to the chilly night air. Wind gusted by, making her shiver. "Cold~…"
"I’ll heat you up soon enough…" I whispered by her ear, gripping her trembling thighs and burying my face between her legs.
My tongue first gently traced her plump lips, then focused on circling her already engorged little pearl. Under my teasing, her clit swelled rapidly, like a cherry ready to burst.
"Ah~… Yaowen… There… feels so good…" Her voice was ragged, hips moving involuntarily back and forth as more nectar welled into my mouth.
While my tongue worked her clit, I slid two fingers into her already soaked tunnel.
Her inner walls instantly clamped down, embracing every inch of my fingers.
Juice flowed in abundance, soon soaking my entire hand.
"Ah~… Yaowen…" Aunt Liu arched her head, neck stretching into an elegant line, her breasts barely restrained by her thin gown rising in sharp curves.
I withdrew my fingers, bringing with them a glittering trail of honey.
Meeting her confused gaze, I straightened up, pulled off my pajamas.
That twenty-eight-centimeter beast was already standing tall, gleaming lewdly in the moonlight.
Her gaze was drawn to it, her throat bobbing as she blushed and turned, bracing herself again on the rail. Hips high, she panted, "Hurry… hurry…"
I didn’t enter her just yet, only let my glans glide along her slippery folds.
Aunt Liu’s lips, flushed with excitement, parted to reveal a glimmer of pink flesh.
"Mmm~… Stop teasing…" She whined, twisting her hips, bottom rocking back like a bitch in heat, desperate to swallow me.
On purpose I slipped in only the tip, relishing the tight grip at her entrance. "What does Auntie want…?"
"You… you know…" Her words quivered with shame.
"Don’t know," I teased, pulling back. "Auntie has to say how else do I know what to do?"
Driven wild by my torment, her whole channel fluttered with contractions. I watched her pink lips open and close hungrily, inner tissue glistening.
Juice streamed down her thighs, shimmering in the moonlight.
"Want… want your big cock…" She finally broke down, voice cracking with tears.
"And what should big cock do?" I teased her more, glans rubbing her sensitive clit but never entering.
Her legs started shaking, death grip on the rail, knuckles turning pale. "Need… need big cock in my little hole… it’s itching to death… want big dick husband to fuck it…"
Blood roared through me. Bracing my hips, I rammed inside twenty-eight centimeters ripping her open.
"Ah~♡!!!" Her scream split the night, cervix blossoming like a flower, gripping my tip.
I felt every tight fold being pried apart. Aunt Liu was hotter, tighter, wetter than I’d ever dreamed, sucking at my every inch.
"Ah~… so big…" Her nails sank into my arms, her back arching in a perfect line.
I could see my shaft sliding in and out, purple glans vanishing and emerging, coated in her nectar.
At this angle, every thrust went incredibly deep, each time the tip kissed her deepest place. Her cervix was fully relaxed, a warm little mouth pecking my head.
"Mmm~… husband… so deep…" she sobbed, legs trembling with pleasure.
I saw her carefully trimmed bush matted with cream, stuck to her thighs.
Gripping her delicate waist, I began a steady rhythm. Her hips swayed like a snake, slow grinding letting my ridge scour her most sensitive spot.
"Ah… ah…" she moaned, head thrown back, breasts bouncing wildly.
Her E-cups arched under the gown, nipples sharp and hard.
Night breezes chilled our skin, but our union grew only hotter.
Her tunnel wriggled like a living thing, contractions rippling down my shaft in waves.
"My womb… going to be pierced…" she whimpered, cervix ring gripping my shaft, walls spiraling perfectly, drawing me ever deeper.
Looking down, I saw her lips stretched thinly around my root.
With each thrust, cream squeezed out, shining wicked in the moonlight.
"Auntie… you’re so tight…" I panted, picking up speed. Her lower belly bulged faintly, my shaft’s outline visible inside her.
She suddenly seized up, womb spasming as countless little mouths pecked my cock. "G-gonna… c-come…" Her body shuddered as if shocked.
I stopped holding back, hammering rhythmically, that huge shaft plunging in and out of her tight canal.
Each withdrawal brought forth a gush of juice, streaming down her thighs.
When only the tip was in, I could see her wet entrance clinging desperately, soft walls breathing outward before shrinking back.
On my hardest slams, her cervix would rise eagerly, sucking in my glans.
"Ah~… hitting… hitting my womb…!" she choked, cervix pulsing, sending sparks up my spine.
Slowly, I tortured her easing in, letting her feel every ripple and stretch, then idling cruelly at the sensitive spot.
When I hit deepest, I’d rotate my hips, making the ridge scour her G-spot.
Her hips rocked back, seeking even deeper penetration, channel fluttering in new waves.
Her womb, a hungry little mouth, opened and closed, demanding more.
"Husband… deeper… ahhh…" she pleaded, cervix utterly loose, ready to welcome my invasion.
I sped up, jackhammering furiously.
Purple glans flashed in and out of pink flesh, every plunge noisy with swirl of fluids.
Her belly bulged visibly a testament to how deeply my glans stirred her insides.
Her lips clung to my root, all the while flipping outward.
Creamy, lewd juices flooded down her thighs, bathing us in hot, sticky evidence.
"Gonna… gonna come~" Her voice was faint, body shivering, as her womb crushed my cock, waves of pleasure darting up me.
Something inside snapped. My hips became a machine, ramming her deepest spot mercilessly.
I growled, and thick, hot semen blasted forth, jetting deep into her greedy womb.
Aunt Liu spasmed toward me, electric, as her insides drained every last drop.
"Haah haah…" When climax faded, we sagged together, spent as dry fish.
Aunt Liu rested against my chest, listening to my heartbeat settle down.
Her opening gaped, the mix of cream and juice slowly puddling at our feet.
The night wind chilled us. I kissed her damp forehead: "Let’s go back..."
She nodded weakly, her legs still trembling.
I helped straighten her gown, supported her down the stairs.
After returning to our room, we cuddled as always, two trees knotted together roots and branches entwined.
Yet neither of us noticed, from the shadows of the emergency stairs, a pair of bright eyes watched our figures vanish.
Meng Siyu hugged herself, legs shaking, standing pressed to the wall. Her pajama hem had grown icy in the breeze.
She’d just gone up for the restroom, and walking back had caught us sneaking up to the roof.
"Brother Lin and Mom… how could…" Her mind had gone blank, the scene replaying Aunt Liu’s tense back against the bars, the two joined under the moon, glistening, and those shameful, heated cries…
She stumbled back to her room, flopped onto her bed.
Sleep wouldn’t come. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw Aunt Liu’s head tossed back in ecstasy, her E-cups drawing glowing curves in moonlight…
At breakfast, Meng Siyu appeared downstairs with dark circles under her eyes, seeing me and Aunt Liu busy in the kitchen.
Aunt Liu wore a high-neck sweater, but red marks still peeked out along her neck.
When I placed a fried egg before Meng Siyu, she shied away from my hand, cheeks flushing scarlet.
"Siyu? Are you feeling unwell?" Aunt Liu touched her daughter’s forehead in concern.
"N-no!" Meng Siyu shook herself, started shoveling rice, but shot furtive glances at my crotch the image of that twenty-eight centimeter monster burned into her mind.
The next days, Meng Siyu became unusually quiet.
She always made excuses to go to bed early, but late at night silently listened for any sound in the corridor.
Whenever she heard Aunt Liu sneak out, she’d tail us like a little cat, spying from door cracks or the shadows as we met.
Bathroom, kitchen, study… Meng Siyu saw us making love in all sorts of places.
She watched her own mother become looser, saw her moaning wildly beneath me.
Each time after spying, Meng Siyu would run to her room, fingers slipping into her own pajamas, imagining herself in her mother’s place.
