NTR: My Apartment Complex

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Shilia (4)

"My penis is still hard, we should go over there to catch the breeze."

I curled my lips in a smug smile, not waiting for Shilia to react or refuse, both hands immediately sliding down below to scoop up and embrace the entirety of her plump buttocks, then brutally hoisting Shilia’s entire body up.

All of her weight pressed down heavily, forcing the penis shaft already soaking inside the vulva to plunge even deeper and stiffen to the utmost limit.

Hoisted up abruptly in a sexual intercourse posture, Shilia startled and screamed out a small cry, her hands instinctively wrapping tight around my neck as an instinctive reflex, while her slender legs unconsciously wrapped tight around my muscular waist to find a foothold, trying not to let herself fall.

"Let go of me already! You crazy lunatic..." She panicked and struggled in my arms, her face flushing red from this shameful and awkward posture.

I just like that embraced Shilia backward, pressing her tight against my body, walking step-by-step firmly toward the long wooden bench placed under the cool, shady tree canopy not far away. Reaching the place, I sat down heavily onto the bench, placing her entire body to sit pressing on top of my lap in a state where our lower bodies were still glued tight to each other without parting.

Before she had time to recover, I extended my hand to take hold of Shilia’s right ankle, pushing it forcefully up high and then spinning her body around abruptly, forcing her to switch to a posture facing her back toward me, fully exposing her slender back and the fat-creased buttocks currently lewdly swallowing the massive object inside.

"Ride it yourself, Shilia." I nonchalantly commanded.

Shilia instantly became angry, she tried to brace her hands to stand up wanting to escape out of my control, her mouth continuously shouting:

"Let go already! Who the hell craves to ride that thing of yours yourself... Let go of me right away!"

But how could I comply with her wish, both hands as fast as lightning looping forward to wrap tight around her slender waist, pressing her body tight into my torso without the slightest gap.

Seeing Shilia still stubbornly resisting and refusing to move, my hand raised up, a crisp thwack landed straight onto her plump, swelling buttocks, leaving a red-flushed mark.

"Refusing to do it yourself, huh? Then let me do it."

I coldly raised my voice, simultaneously using full force to slam my hips, thrusting the penis forcefully upward at a tricky angle, striking straight into the deepest underlying climax spot.

"~Aghhh... mmm...!"

Struck by that unexpected blow and ruthless reverse thrust, Shilia tilted her neck back screaming out a choked moan, all strength inside her body seeming to fly away completely, leaving only a numbing sensation spreading along her spine when the massive object inside continued to move.

Right at the moment when I was continuously thrusting my hips powerfully from behind, shuffling footsteps echoed again from the house porch. The four-year-old boy holding in his hand a plastic toy car with a broken wheel scampered running back toward the garden.

"Mom, my toy is broken, please fix it for me."

The innocent boy stopped right beside the wooden bench, holding out the toy item in front of his mother’s face.

Shilia startled violently, her complexion turning pale out of terror.

Maternal instinct caused her to unconsciously extend her hand to receive the toy car from her son’s hand.

But her body at this moment was still sitting pressing on top of me in a backward-facing arch posture, her plump buttocks deeply impaled by the massive object inside. In that awkward and precarious posture, plus the fact that I was still occasionally thrusting my hips lightly, Shilia completely had no way to keep her hands steady or concentrate to fix the toy for the child.

Seeing that, I immediately reached out, violently snatching the broken toy car from Shilia’s hand to her astonishment.

"Let me fix it," I curled my lips in a sly smile, whispering close to Shilia’s ear, "on the condition that you must ride it yourself."

Shilia widened her eyes in full surprise and outrage before this bizarre demand.

She looked down at the innocent son waiting below, and then glanced back at me with an expression of extreme resentment.

But recognizing that if she didn’t obey, I would continue making a scene in front of the child, Shilia had no choice but to bite her lip tightly, trembling and nodding in absolute helplessness:

"Fine... hand it over..."

Receiving consent, I held the car and retreated a bit while the penis was still gripping tight inside her.

Shilia drew a deep breath, both hands gripping tight onto the wooden bench edge to gain a foothold, beginning to grit her teeth to lift her large buttocks high and then slowly lower her body down following a lewd rhythm.

Every single time she lifted up and slammed down, the vascular cock shaft was swallowed deep into the wet vaginal walls, emitting rhythmic "thwack thwack" collision sounds full of ambiguous implication.

"~Hah... mmm... ah..."

Shilia had to both try to keep a normal facial expression in front of her son and choked out suppressed low moans right at her throat following each lewd hip-riding rhythm full of ecstasy.

The four-year-old boy blinked his round, innocent eyes, standing beside the wooden bench and looking up at his mother whose bare back was heaving and drenched in sweat.

Seeing Shilia continuously lifting her buttocks up and down with a tense expression and incessant panting breaths, the boy innocently raised his voice to ask:

"Mom? Why are you moaning so much? I saw dad help mom so mom only moaned for a little while. Why is brother Hugo helping mom for so long?"

Hearing the innocent and naive question that made one’s hair stand on end, the blood inside Shilia’s body seemed to freeze solid.

Her face turned pale and then flushed red out of extreme shame, her hands gripping tight onto the bench edge trembling violently. She almost bit through her lower-left lip to suppress the panic surging inside her chest.

She hurriedly tried to keep her voice from breaking or trembling, lowering her head to look at her son and answering in infinite embarrassment:

"Mom... mom is tired... ahggh... so it’s this long... You... you step aside over there and wait for a moment..."

Seeing his mother answering with a flushed-red face and broken sounds, the boy tilted his head in confusion, but because he was still young he still obediently nodded and then stepped back a few steps, waiting for the "kind-hearted" neighbor to finish fixing the toy car for him.

Under the garden’s shade, Shilia’s body still had to continuously lift up and lower down following the lewd rhythm to exchange for her son’s toy car.

"~ughmm..."

The innocent four-year-old boy stood in front, blinking his eyes looking at his mother with unselfish curiosity, and then naively blurted out the question that left the mother dumbfounded:

"Mom... So brother Hugo is better than dad, isn’t he?"

Hearing that naive but extremely lethal question, Shilia almost collapsed right on my lap. Her body jerked once, accidentally squeezing tight the vaginal walls gripping onto my cock, making me almost go crazy with pleasure.

"~Aghh... mmm... no... it’s not..."

Shilia had to both try to keep her voice from shattering and bite her lip tight to the point of bleeding, her forehead drenched in big sweatdrops to answer her son:

"You... you stop talking nonsense... Ahgh... your dad... is the best... brother Hugo is only... assisting, that’s all..."

The boy tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression at his mother’s broken answer and restless demeanor. Childish eyes stared straight at Shilia, continuing to wonder:

"But when dad helps mom, mom just lies still, while brother Hugo helps mom... mom has to ride up and down yourself, doesn’t she? Moreover, mom’s face is completely red, and you even emit louder sounds than when dad helped."

Exposed of the entire naked and lewd truth in front of her by the weaned child, Shilia felt humiliated to the point of wanting to find a hole to crawl into. She glared at me with full resentment through the corners of her eyes, and then choked out a stammered reply to her son in despair:

"That... that’s because... ah... this posture is a bit difficult... ughmm... so mom has to exert herself... You... you be a good boy and stand still in one place, don’t ask anymore..."

The boy scratched his head, still not fully understanding what was happening but seeing his mother seeming uncomfortable, he decided to nod:

"Yes... So has brother Hugo finished fixing the car for me yet?"

I sat behind, leisurely holding the plastic toy car turning it back and forth, intentionally thrusting another deeply hard stroke into the sensitive spot, forcing Shilia to emit a piercing, choked moan, and then nonchalantly raised my voice to answer the child:

"Almost done right here, good boy, just stand and wait for a little longer. Your mom is exerting herself to coordinate with me a lot right now."

Shilia’s body was completely constrained in a vortex of lust and embarrassment to the extreme.

Even though before her eyes was her own innocent son who knew no sin, the gravity from her body and my pace behind did not allow her to stop even for half a second.

Every single time she lifted her hips up and slammed down forcefully to force the massive cock shaft to plunge deep inside, the lewd sounds couldn’t be restrained and burst out of her throat:

"~Ahgmm... mmm... ughmmm... ah..."

Shilia had to grit her teeth tight, trying her best to bite her lips to restrain, forcing those piercing moans to turn into choked, trembling sounds inside her throat so as not to frighten the child.

I smirked, glancing at the boy standing innocently beside and raising my voice to tease with full smugness:

"Hey, this car is pretty badly broken. Do you want uncle to fix it fast or slow? Hurry and tell your mom to exert herself to ride even harder, then uncle can finish fixing it for you quickly."

The four-year-old boy blinked, completely understanding nothing about the dark subtexts behind, only hearing that wanting to fix the car meant mom had to "exert herself", and innocently turned to urge his mother:

"Mom, brother Hugo said mom should exert herself more! Ride faster a bit so my car breaks down... uh I mean, gets fixed quickly!"

Hearing those innocent words uttered from her son’s mouth, Shilia almost fainted out of shame and anger. Her face flushed red like a ripe tomato, her eyes teary out of resentment but unable to do anything else besides continuing to obey the innocent child.

With no other choice, Shilia had to purse her lips tight, trying to brace herself to accelerate the speed. She lifted her plump buttocks high and slammed down forcefully repeatedly, both gritting her teeth to endure the numbing pleasure sensation sweeping across her brain, and emitting suppressed lewd moans:

"~Ughmm... ahgmm... got it... you stand still... aah..."

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