MILF VILLAGE: Taming MILF'S WIth My Broken System!

Chapter 157: Chapter 156: Pamela 5

"Ah... wait! I remember now!" Pamela gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to stall.

"The time allotted for you is already up, Auntie. There’s no taking it back now!" Owen declared, his tone firm and uncompromising.

Without giving her a moment to adjust, he aligned her body above him, released his grip on her hips, and drove upward with full force.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ah! Wait... I can’t... I can’t think straight!" Pamela cried out, her back arching sharply as her head fell back in sheer overwhelm.

"You are so tight, Auntie! God, you’re clamping down on me like there’s no tomorrow!" Owen growled, feeling her walls contract fiercely around his length. The sheer pressure was suffocating, wrapping around him in an intense, desperate grip. "So tight... Holy shit. You’ve been hiding a body like this? It feels almost brand new!"

He drove himself relentlessly into her depth, marveling at how firm and responsive she was despite everything, as though her body was trying to draw every drop of heat out of him.

"Ah! Don’t... don’t say that!" Pamela whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her sense of reality began to slip. "My mind is completely breaking..."

"This is the first time you’ve ever felt pleasure like this, isn’t it, Auntie? Tell me—do you love what I’m giving you?" Owen pulled back slightly before sinking deep once more, forcing her body to move in rhythm with his commands.

"Gh... Ah! I love it! Having real, wild passion like this... Owen, I love it so much!" she confessed, completely lost in the sensation.

"More than what you get from your husband? More than my pathetic uncle?" Owen whispered directly into her ear, sending a sharp jolt through her entire spine.

"Ah... I... I can’t say that..." she stammered, fighting a losing battle against her own rising arousal.

"Yes, you can, Auntie. Just say it out loud. You love my length far more than his, don’t you?"

The chair beneath them was already slick, her inner heat dripping down and coating their thighs in a warm, sticky glaze.

"Ah... just fuck me harder! I’ll tell you whatever you want!" Pamela cried out, abandoning her remaining restraint. "Don’t stop pounding me... don’t stop!"

"What an honest way to admit it, Auntie," Owen chuckled darkly. "Keep moaning for me so I can measure just how deeply you’re enjoying this."

"I’m going to come! Owen, I can’t hold it back anymore!" She gasped as a surge of intense heat rushed through her lower belly—a sensation far more overwhelming than what she had experienced during his previous visit or when he touched her the night before. This was the raw, unbridled release of a woman pushed past her limits.

"Let it all out, Auntie! Let me ignite every hidden, shameless part of you!"

With a sharp gasp, her body trembled violently as a sudden wave of liquid burst forth, coating them both in her release. The rich, intoxicating scent filled the immediate space around them, heavy and sweet.

"What a reaction... You really went all out, Auntie," Owen murmured, leaning in to press his lips against the soft skin of her neck, sucking lightly to leave a deep, undeniable mark.

Her husband was sitting just a short distance away, completely oblivious, assuming his wife was occupied elsewhere. Pamela knew she would have to cover every inch of her skin carefully later, but right now, she couldn’t bring herself to care about the risk. She was far too deep into the thrill of the moment.

"I couldn’t... I couldn’t hold it back... It felt too good..." Pamela panted, letting her head rest back against his chest, her vision blurring from the intensity of her climax.

"It felt good, did it? Well, I hope you have enough energy left for round two, Auntie. I haven’t reached my own finish line yet, so brace yourself!" Owen gave her no time to catch her breath, resetting her position immediately.

"No... wait a second..." she pleaded weakly.

"Don’t try to divert my attention, Auntie. Now, tell me the exact number—how many times have you pleasured yourself when you were alone?"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ah! I thought... I thought you forgot about that!" she gasped out between heavy breaths.

"I don’t forget a thing. Don’t assume I’m as oblivious as your husband!"

"Ah! Don’t talk about him like that... he’s still your uncle!" she protested faintly, though her body betrayed her by squeezing around him even tighter.

"Oh? So you want me to stop then?" Owen teased, pausing his movement just enough to torment her. "Tell me right now—do you want your husband’s weak effort, or do you want all twelve inches of me?"

"Gh... Ah..." Pamela could only let out a ragged moan, unable to offer a logical defense anymore.

"Listen to those sweet moans," Owen whispered mockingly. "The once-devoted wife who only wanted a quiet, respectable life with her husband... look at you now, trembling over your nephew. Just give me the full confession, Auntie." He leaned forward, trailing his tongue along the sensitive curve of her upper back, just beneath the loose strands of her hair.

"Ah... I used my fingers... so many times that I completely lost count..." Pamela admitted softly, tears of overwhelming pleasure welling in the corners of her eyes. She knew what she was doing was completely wrong, yet the sheer intensity of the experience made it impossible to stop.

Meanwhile, just down the hall, her oblivious husband sat quietly, reading the evening newspaper and watching the television broadcast, utterly unaware that his wife was currently completely surrendered to his nephew’s desires in the next room.

"Yes, just like that, Auntie. That’s exactly what I want to hear," Owen purred, licking away the light sheen of sweat from her shoulder, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of her skin. "Keep confessing, and I’ll reward you with something even more intense."

"Ah... I even went to the kitchen late at night..." Pamela confessed, her voice shaking as all her secret shame poured out. "I found a large vegetable... trying to compare it to your size... but it wasn’t enough. I lost count of how many nights I sneaked out just to touch myself and shove it inside my desperate body..."

She was no longer capable of feeling embarrassment. Her desire had escalated to a point where the massive, throbbing heat locked inside her was the only thing that mattered.

"And?" Owen smirked, driving himself back into her with renewed vigor. "I know you’re still hiding more secrets from me, Auntie. Spill them all."

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