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Chapter 19 Part 2 Autumn Lets Go
"Try it go back to your original desire.
"Strip in front of me.
"Finger that fat, hungry pussy of yours, that tunnel of desire.
"Shake those big tits and that full ass, vent everything.
"I want to see the most depraved expression you've ever made, one your husband has never seen.
"Heaven didn't give you that ripe, mature body so you could just serve others.
"That pussy was made to be pounded by a big cock, to be filled to the brim with hot seed.
"Stop hesitating.
"Bloom here for me.
"Burn every inch of that soft flesh and show me how obscene you can be."
To push her further, he dropped his pants and revealed his raging cock.
He had absolute faith no grown woman could see this and feel nothing.
Now this "weapon" was the perfect catalyst for her desire.
He thrust his hips forward to make it stand out even more.
Her muddled thoughts blurred her vision, but when that roaring column entered her sight, she lost control.
The lifelessness of her routine began to crack; heat rose in her lower belly like a wicked fire, its flames fanning out through her entire body, seizing her nerves.
First came shock at the sheer size of him, then a hungry light in her eyes, craving the very thing that had driven so many mature women mad.
Step by step, under his guidance, she moved closer to desire.
Yet a sliver of clarity remained.
She wanted, desperately, to fling away her dignity, abandon reason, and become a bitch chasing pleasure.
But… her son was just outside that door.
If he saw his gentle, proper mother kneeling like a dog under another man, all the effort she'd poured into being a great mother in his eyes would collapse in an instant.
She couldn't imagine facing him afterward.
Her eyes flicked toward the door again and again.
Liam followed her gaze and put it together.
*So the last barrier is her kid?
"Still clinging to that motherly image, huh?*
He chuckled and delivered the final push.
"Relax. Your son won't know what we're doing.
"Just treat it as a chance to vent.
"You get money and satisfy your desire; I get a good show.
"Win‑win. What's there to hesitate over?"
Not just a show, he thought.
Crossing his arms, he feigned impatience, pressuring her to decide.
Under pressure, people think less clearly especially now, with her desire peaking and his words bearing down.
She was already losing her ability to think, becoming a lamb on the block.
Straightening her lush frame, she felt the fire in her belly spread, heat rolling from her core to every limb.
She lifted the hem of her uniform and pinched a handful of soft, hot belly fat, shaking it up and down.
The ripples sent tingles down between her legs.
Her dry canal responded with a trickle of slick wetness, the sudden moisture making her thighs squeeze together.
Her smooth inner thighs rubbed against her rough, hair‑covered labia.
With each brush of her small lips, more juice seeped out, coating her fat folds.
"Mmh…"
She murmured softly; years of pent‑up need condensed into a burning hunger for the cock in front of her.
One hand slid up her swan‑white neck, the other lifted her uniform.
She peeled off the loose top, revealing a snow‑white, mature body full and perfect, her young‑wife curves on full display.
Liam stared.
Her figure was unlike any he'd tasted.
Serena Liu, Jenna Qian, Wendy Wang, even the grandmothers he planned to claim they were all around forty‑five, premium mature women.
If time was a wine vat, they were the results of long fermentation, their bodies ripened to obscene fullness.
Their rears were mountains, their breasts hanging like heavy bells; just picturing them set his desire ablaze.
But Autumn was different.
She was like a piece of art a runway model, perfect from a distance, her lace bra squeezing her D‑cups into smooth, rounded swells.
Her only hint of mundane softness was the slight extra flesh at her waist.
"If you want to look… then look," she whispered.
Over and over, she told herself this was only about embracing her own desire.
There was nothing shameful about it only that a boy not much older than her son would witness it.
With that thought, she hooked her fingers under her waistband and slid both pants and panties down.
Her slightly raised mound was covered in thick, curling hair.
Leaning back against the wall, she bent her knees, heels braced, posing in an irresistibly provocative way.
She spread her legs, baring herself completely to this boy just a few years older than her child.
Shame surged up.
Her cheeks went crimson, and she threw one arm over her eyes to hide her expression, to make herself feel less exposed.
Any young wife would feel humiliated exposing herself like this to a boy.
Her small lips drooped open, revealing pink inner flesh, like a pink butterfly resting at the fork of her thighs, its edges darkened by a soft shadow.
A girlish pussy on a thirty‑year‑old woman.
"With a pussy this pink, your husband really doesn't touch you much, huh?"
He teased.
She ignored him outwardly, but her embarrassment burned.
To salvage her pride, she pretended not to hear while speeding up her movements, trying to let lust take over her mind.
And it worked.
When her slender fingers brushed her swollen clit, her body shuddered.
The jolt traveled up the canal to her glands; clear nectar began to flow, dripping from her opening and stringing down like a crystal pendant.
"Mmm… oh… ah…"
Soft moans slipped from her lips as suppressed desire pushed to the surface.
"That's it.
"Don't let your hands idle dig in.
"I'm waiting for the real show."
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