My Mother, May.

[Krazzie]

Seems like TS has finally figured out how he wants to continue the story with some great updates

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TS thanks for taking time to continue, hope it create more juice for your other work.

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[pyrokinets]

Daniel:

Chinese New Year is generally a time for family to come together, but this year’s reunion came with a twist. After driving all the way up to Penang to visit my paternal grandparents and relatives for a few days, we hurried back home to receive my mother’s side of the family.

My maternal grandparents were flying in from Singapore while Uncle Kenny, Auntie Joyce, Uncle Andy, and Auntie Grace were driving up from Muar, Johor. Imagine our surprise to find my aunts and uncles pulling up at our front gate in their car with bulky luggage up to their eyeballs. It looked like they stuffed their entire homes into the back of their vehicles.

Joyce and Grace were my mother’s sisters, she being the middle child while Grace was the eldest and Joyce was the youngest. As you can imagine, the sisters shared many remarkable similarities. All had alluring hourglass figures, soft looking porcelain skin, and the distinct lovely features on heart shaped faces. Despite being the second child, my mom was slightly taller than my aunts who both shared more or less similar height.

I would say Auntie Grace is the curviest of the lot. She had already given birth twice, which gave her the extra flair around her butt and hips. She wore jeans when she arrived, but the thick denim fabric did little to hide the supple looking curve of her shapely butt. My God, I felt an immediate urge to bury my face against her behind when she walked through my gate swaying those luscious hips. Too bad I was all grown up. I would have gotten away with a butt hug if I was a little boy.

Auntie Joyce didn’t have children yet, and from the look of her, I don’t think she is in any hurry to get knocked up. She wasn’t as voluptuous as my mother or Auntie Grace, but she was by no means without appeal. I could tell she led an active lifestyle. Her body was gracefully toned and fit, like a sleek gazelle. She reminded me of Andrea, but with slightly more blessing in the chest and ass department. With Andrea, you could mistake her for a school girl. Auntie Joyce was definitely all woman.

After some heartwarming embraces, it was explained that my aunts and uncles were moving into town. That was odd. Why would they suddenly pack up and leave Muar without even giving us a heads up? I could see that my parents sensed that something was amiss as well, but they decided to let the matter drop till later. It was Chinese New Year after all.

Well, I couldn’t care less. It was none of my business anyway. There was only one thing on my mind at this point. And that was the little red packets of cash I was entitled to after dinner. Angpow motherfuckers! For a cash strapped teenager, that was the only meaning behind CNY.

My Penang trip had yielded much fruit, close to RM1000 in total. It was not easy money as you would think. I had to sit still in one living room after another, waiting for my parents to finish swapping stories with my relatives, most of whom I barely knew.

Their dialogues basically follows the same basic formula. One side would ask something like “Eh, whatever happened to that person?” And the other will reply something like “You don’t know ah? I can tell you in one sentence, but fuck it, here’s the hour long version with lots of other unrelated stuff sprinkled on top.” All the while, the same maddening Chinese New Year songs sang by unconvincingly joyful voices were being played over and over in the background.

In the end, nobody actually gives a shit what happened to the person they were talking about in the first place. And I would end up visiting the restroom to pee out an entire bottle worth of Coke, which I ingested out of boredom, before we leave for another house to repeat the entire process. The shit I do for money.

Dinner with my maternal family was kind of a gloomy affair. There was something obviously weighing on everyone’s minds. Even my cousins felt a little awkward. It must have been quite a shock to them to suddenly move up here. They were a lot younger than me since my mother got pregnant with me way before Auntie Grace got married to Uncle Andy.

After dinner, the adults sat around the table to make small talk and try to act like nothing was amiss, while we kids went to the living room to watch TV. My grandparents came over soon after with what I have been waiting for. My little cousins were ecstatic for about 10 minutes before Auntie Grace came over and persuaded them to let her have their angpow for safekeeping. Poor kids. They’re never going to see a cent of that money again. I myself only stopped falling for that trick when I reached 12 years old.

Two down, four more red packets to go. Keep em coming people.

The wait would turn out to be a futile gesture. My aunts and uncles were not dispensing any angpows that night. What the fuck? Did they forget? But it’s Chinese freaking New Year!

My darkened face went unnoticed by the adults during the course of the evening. When midnight came, we prepared for bed. My uncles and father got the couches downstairs, my grandparents took the guestroom, and I had to share my room with my cousins. My mother and aunts got the master bedroom.

[pyrokinets]

Daniel:

I was tired but found it difficult to sleep. Why? Because I was horny as hell. Usually, I would have had my fix of the Chongs in action before bedtime, but with my cousins here, I can’t very well climb out of my window in front of them. Right now I imagined a nude Mr. and Mrs. Chong lying exhausted in their bed, hot, sweaty, and grinning ear to ear with satisfied smiles on their faces.

When your mind is sleepy yet horny, your imagination tends to race faster than you can rein it. All of a sudden, in my mind, Mrs. Chong turned into Auntie Grace. Mr. Chong smiled and rose to straddle my Aunt who immediately spread her luscious legs to accommodate him. Mr. Chong and Auntie Grace joined together in carnal union, their faces contorted with pleasure. Fuck this was hot.

They fucked eagerly and desperately for a few minutes until someone else approached the bed. It was Auntie Joyce in a full set of pink lace Victoria Secret lingerie which I was sure my mind had pulled from a memory of watching a VS fashion show online.

Auntie Joyce moved behind the couple fucking wantonly on the bed. She had a clear view of Mr. Chong’s slick cock pounding in and out of Auntie Grace’s steaming hot pussy. She began kissing Mr. Chong on his butt. Mr. Chong stopped his vigorous thrusts and pulled out of Auntie Grace. Auntie Joyce immediately slid between their sweaty thighs and engulfed the juice drenched cock with her mouth causing Mr. Chong to hiss with delight.

She sucked him for a full minute before moving onto the bed. My two Aunts got aggressive. They got on their knees and pushed Mr. Chong on to his back. Auntie Joyce crawled between his legs and continued to service his cock, making wet smacking and slurping noises. She was joined seconds later by Auntie Grace who had positioned herself in 69 above Mr. Chong.

Mr. Chong propped himself up on pillows to watch the sisters take turns savoring his cock. His hands were on Auntie Grace's gorgeous round butt, runing his fingers along the swollen red slit of her plump pussy which began dripping with anticipation.

He then looked up ahead. There was someone else approaching. My mother, May, dressed in a long white spaghetti strapped nightgown stepped into the dim lights. The all too familiar expression of lust was emblazoned across her face.

"Nice of you to join us," Mr. Chong said. "What about your husband?"

"He's asleep..." my mother answered, gazing hungrily at the piece of meat her sisters were sharing.

"I see. So, what do you want to do?"

My mother stepped forward in reply and climbed on the bed. Mr. Chong smirked and grabbed Auntie Grace by her hips and pulled her curvy butt against his face. She threw he head back and moaned loudly when she felt his hot tongue slide into her moist silky depths.

My mother positioned herself to kneel above Mr. Chong's hips. She tentatively raised her dress, revealing her white sexy lace thong which did little to hide her beautiful shaved pussy. Beneath her, Auntie Joyce picked up the effort, sliding her lips back and forth on his cock while her sister's baking snatch began dripping juices from above.

Auntie Grace, enduring the assault of Mr. Chong's skillful tongue inside her, bent down and pushed her face against my mother's crotch. With one finger, she pulled the flimsy, stretchy, material of her thong aside and gave her sister a long languorous lick on her reddened excited slit.

"Ahh... Ah-jie!" my mother moaned.

Aunty Grace was in no position to answer her call. It was already hard enough to keep lapping at her sister's pussy while panting and moaning hard from Mr. Chong's own playful tonguemanship.

Auntie Joyce gave his cock one last long sloppy suck, popping her sexy lips off the tip at the end. "I think he's ready for you jie..." she said hoarsely.

"Mmmm... ah... ah... I think she's ready as well," Auntie Grace added. She moved higher, trailing kisses on my mother's trim belly while her hands moved between her legs to spread my mother's quivering pussy lips.

Auntie Joyce positioned Mr. Chong's turgid cock straight up beneath my mother. "Come sit down ah-jie!" she said with her own voice trembling with excitement.

My mother obliged and brought down her hips to impale herself on Mr. Chong's very lucky dick. "Aaaaahhhhhh..." she moaned with joy.

[pyrokinets]

Daniel:

Ugh.

I woke up sweating profusely and emanating with feverish heat. That was one hell of an intense dream. Holy shit, I just came in my shorts. What's even more amazing is that I’m still so hard it actually hurts. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt around in the dark for my phone to check the time. It was almost 1 am. I barely slept for an hour.

Feeling a desperate need to relieve my bladder, I tiptoed out of my room, careful not to wake my cousins. Even when I was standing over the toilet, I had to wait a full five minutes for my solid dick to thaw before I could proceed with my business.

When I was done, I stuffed my flaccid cock back into my sticky shorts and made my way back to my room. On the way, I noticed the light from under my parent’s room was still on. Looks like my mother and aunts were still up. I was drawn towards the door and was soon pressing my ear on the surface. It was more of a force of habit than a curious impulse.

Their voices was slightly muffled, but I could discern between who was speaking.

Grace: So that’s the story.

Joyce: I’m so sorry for the trouble.

May: Nonsense. We’re sisters. You can come to me for anything.

Grace: I was hoping we can start anew over here. Andy was looking to expand his business out of Johor anyway.

May: But how much money does Kenny actually owe those people?

Joyce: We’ve paid what we could, but there is still about 100,000 left.

Grace: And that’s after Andy and I chipped in to share the burden over the year.

May: You both should have come to me from the start.

Grace: We couldn’t. Once those people know you’re related, they will start harassing you too, just like what happened to Andy and me. We don’t want to involve you and Steve in this mess.

Joyce (sobbing) : I’m so sorry ah-jie.

May: Mei, enough. It’s not your fault. More importantly, what is Kenny planning to do about all this? This is his debt after all.

Joyce: That’s the whole reason we moved up here. Kenny got a job offer. If I get another job and save the money, I think we can get pay them back in full by next year.

May: It won’t take that long. I’ll chip in what I can.

Grace: Me too. We’ll get through this.

Awwww… that’s so sweet. All that emotional drama just fizzled out my raging libido for the night. I think I can finally get some sleep now. What happened to Auntie Joyce sure as hell sucks though. I’ve always thought that Uncle Kenny was a little too fanatic with his passions. He was the type who would go crazy over every little new business idea that popped into his mind. And he never wants to start small too. Oh no. There had to be a grand opening for everything. If you don’t start a venture with a bang, you might as well not start it at all, was his motto. Well, now his life was certainly banged up in more ways than one.

I don’t particularly mind that Auntie Grace and Auntie Joyce were moving into town. Hell, after the dream I just had, I’m beginning to see them in new light. At least masturbating with them in mind wouldn’t make me feel as guilty as if it was my mother. Besides, the worst of their problems seems to be over. Like I said before, a new year, a new beginning. I guess that applies to others as well as me.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

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Fantastic piece of work..I have been looking forward to your write up since the last update.

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Dear TS

Sounding like an authentic teenager's POV ")
Love your story very much!

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Bro, damn. Well thought out, nicely written. Great story! Keep that brain of yours working overtime!

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Wow, super story Bro. Right from the start it has been awesome! I wish to see more of Andrea, maybe this time do something with the relatives. Keep it up Bro!

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Originally Posted by pyrokinets

[BMy mother obliged and brought down her hips to impale herself on Mr. Chong's very lucky dick. "Aaaaahhhhhh..." she moaned with joy.

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[pyrokinets]

Daniel:

I don’t know what it’s made of and I don’t care if it’s bad for me. Nothing beats piping hot instant noodles for a late night snack. I emptied the savory contents of the seasoning packet into the boiling pot of water before dumping in the noodles. Then I stand back and let it work its magic. I wonder why the inventor of instant noodles never got a Nobel Prize? I mean, the stuff practically fueled an entire working class generation.

All was quiet in our household tonight. My grandparents got on the plane back to Singapore yesterday and Uncle Andy and Auntie Grace officially moved out to their newly rented condo a few hours later. The freed up guest room was immediately claimed by Uncle Kenny and Auntie Joyce, who I guess was too broke to afford a place of their own.

My father was not very happy about having freeloaders in our house. It was up to my mother to persuade him that the arrangement was only until they could get themselves on their feet. I guess most of her persuading must have taken place after the lights went off, because my father emerged from the bedroom this morning looking like a million dollars and subsequently became ever so courteous with our guests.

I cracked an egg and dropped the gooey blob into the stew. Using a chopstick, I poked at the golden yolk and spill its creamy contents into the soup. The egg whites, I prefer to leave undisturbed until they solidify.

My stomach rumbled out of impatience, the third time in the past hour. I don’t blame it. Keeping your balance on the roof in the cold night wind while your heart is racing from watching the couple in action next door is hard work. I deserve the calories brewing before me and whatever hair-balding side effects which comes along with it. With that being said, I cracked another egg over the pot to replenish the protein I lost down the toilet after the steamy peeping session.

I knew something hot was going to go down in the Chong’s bedroom tonight. I had caught a glimpse of Mrs. Chong, who I might as well call Stacy, given how much of her more intimate side I have seen over the past months, talking with Auntie Joyce over the fence as she and Uncle Kenny was preparing to leave for their job hunt this morning.

There was the unmistakable glimmer of mischievousness in Stacy’s eyes, the same look I had seen countless times within the confines of her bedroom when she was enticing her husband to come fuck her on the bed. I thought it odd at that time. I mean, it would be understandable if she was making goo-goo eyes at my Uncle Kenny. He was a reasonably handsome man. But why the hell was she eyeing my Auntie Joyce like that? It gave me the chills.

And who knew Stacy was that friendly in the first place? She and my mother never really got acquainted since my father and Mr. Chong kind of got off on the wrong foot. It was something about Mr. Chong always parking his second car over our half of the pavement outside the fence.

I had to wait until it was night time to be proven right. I was already poised outside their window when Stacy practically dragged Mr. Chong into the bedroom and tore his clothes off. What the hell just possessed that woman?

Stacy had a slim, petite, short, body and breasts. She prefers to wear her hair short in a cute bobcut. I wouldn’t call her ravishingly beautiful, but she was pretty enough, ironically, in a girl next door kind of way. At first sight, I was under the impression that she was as meek as a dormouse. Over the past months, my impression of her changed to cute dormouse by day who fucks like a mink by night. After tonight, I must throw the term ‘wildcat’ into the mix. Even Mr. Chong got caught off guard by Stacy’s sudden explosion of sexual prowess.

Which brings me to the unassuming Mr. Chong, or as his wife Stacy like to scream out again and again during their rumbustious lovemaking sessions, ‘Ah-Chong’. At first glance, Ah-Chong gives off a kind of dull nerdy vibe, the kind most men get when they stay stuck at the same monotonous routine desk-job for a decade or two. I wouldn’t call him fat, more like nicely rounded, or chubby. He was always dressed in the same white formal shirt and black slacks every day, with his hair neatly combed and gelled on to his head, split-style. He wore glasses which helped magnify his small shifty eyes.

In short, he was the exact picture of a man whose face I would imagine constantly meeting up with a bully’s fist, and certainly not a man whose after work hours was spent almost entirely on getting laid. I would call him lucky, but from the noise Stacy gives off night after night, I’m at a dilemma at deciding who was luckier.

Stacy practically raped Ah-Chong for the entire first hour after he got back from work tonight. She almost squealed her little head off riding and grinding herself on top of him. When she finally collapsed after God knows how many orgasms, Ah-Chong flipped her around on to the bed and exacted his vengeance by pounding mercilessly into her small tight pussy for a long time, until her screams grew hoarse. When he finally headed to the bathroom for a shower, Stacy remained spread limply on the bed, seemingly unconscious. A wildcat and an invincible ox… My neighbors are beasts.

A sharp sizzling sound broke me out of my reverie of tonight’s events. Fuck! My noodles are boiling over. I snap the dial on the stove shut. The foam slowly subsided but the damage had been done. Soggy overcooked noodles. Bah! Wait why is my neck wet? Why am I drooling? Ugh!

[pyrokinets]

Daniel:

The moon provided all the illumination I needed to cook my supper. With all that sneaking around, I’ve become more comfortable with doing things in the dark. However, the same could not be said for cleaning up. Still, I was too lazy and pissed off to bother switching on the lights, which was a good thing too, because just as I finished discarding the noodles, the lights at the main hall went on.

Crap. Have I been discovered? I quickly ducked low and hope that the fresh smell of my cooking wouldn’t be too conspicuous. Wait a minute, why am I even hiding? I’m entitled to make my own supper aren’t I? All this sneaking around is beginning to instill some really bad habits.

I heard a giggle. Curious, I got down low and crept to the kitchen entrance and peeked around the corner. Before me, Uncle Kenny and Auntie Joyce were canoodling on the couch in the living room.

“Mmmm… Ken, Don’t lah. I thought you said want to get a beer?” Joyce mewed.

“Later babe. I cannot tahan liao. We haven’t done it since we left Muar.”

“Aiyo, lets go back to the room first lah.”

“With the way you moan? We’ll be lucky if the entire house don’t wake up,” Kenny said, his hands already pushing her red T-shirt upwards. “Here is better. Harder for them to hear.”

Auntie Joyce’s beautiful perky tits came into view. So she was braless underneath that baggy T-shirt the entire evening? Why didn’t I pay attention? My God, her breasts were beautiful. Auntie Joyce was already pushing 30, but her gorgeous round pink tipped tits showed no signs of sagging at all. Uncle Kenny wasted no time mauling those soft looking mounds.

“Ahhnn…”

Uncle Kenny wasn't kidding about her moans. Jeezus, they were so feminine and sexy that it would definitely make the blood of any male within earshot boil. No, try over-boil, like how my noodles ended up.

“Ahhnnn… mmmhh.. haaaah…”

Oh shit, I’m getting so hard… Fuck it, I left my phone upstairs. Aunt Joyce’s phenomenal moans was driving me crazy, and I had no way of recording it. Despite having just relieved myself after watching the Chongs not more than 30 minutes ago, I was ready to go again. What witchery is this?

“Baby, you’re so hot,” Uncle Kenny growled. “Stand up; I want to check my property.”

Uncle Kenny’s words brought a thrill up my spine. Auntie Joyce stood up immediately, her face flushed hot and her eyes gleaming with excitement. She bit her lip sexily and used her hands to raise the baggy red T-shirt up to her chest keeping her beautiful breasts in view.

She wore a pair of white cotton running shorts. It slid down her slim smooth legs soon enough by Uncle Kenny’s hand. Auntie Joyce stepped out of the shorts at her feet and stood on unsteady, trembling legs, slightly apart. No panties either.

Uncle Kenny’s ‘property’, as he called it, was completely waxed clean. The image of her pink, smooth pussy was burned into my mind and was messing with my coordination. I had to force myself to tear my eyes away from that beautiful bald cunt to momentarily focus on extracting my hard dick out of my pants.

Uncle Kenny slid in a single finger into her deep pink folds, eliciting another soft sexy moan from Auntie Joyce. He then extracted the finger which glistened with hot juices.

“Mmmm… Some more want to act so innocent. I’ve never seen you so wet in a long time," he said.

“Ken… faster…” Auntie Joyce responded. She began grinding her hips towards his face.

Uncle Ken smirked and slid in two fingers into her hot pink snatch.

“Aaaaahhhh…”She moaned.

Auntie Joyce bent forward to embrace Uncle Kenny’s head while still standing on parted legs. Uncle Kenny began fucking her with his fingers. The juices of her arousal was running down his hand and she was moaning like an A-list pornstar into his ear.

“How long have you wanted this?” Uncle Kenny asked.

“Ahhhnn, Sooo long… Since we arrived.”

“You slut. You want to do it here? In your sister’s house?”

“Oh yesss… Ahhh Ken! my pussy so syok.”

“Don’t cum yet dear. Get me ready, I’m going to fuck you all over the house.”

Oh, God. Not the kitchen. Please, God, don’t let them come to the kitchen, I prayed.

Auntie Joyce immediately fell between Uncle Kenny’s legs and started to pull his shorts down his legs. His hard dick sprung up before her. Auntie Joyce looked like a child who had just been presented her favorite candy. She immediately took the cock into her mouth. Uncle Kenny groaned blissfully.

After sucking him for a while Auntie Joyce released his cock and begged “Mmmm, dear ah, faster, I need you…”

As if in reply, the dick before her began spurting cum.

“Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah!” Uncle Kenny gasped.

“Ugh… Noooo not yet!”

“Damn. Sorry dear. After so long never do, I cannot tahan.”

Auntie Joyce pouted back at him. Regardless of her disappointment, she fetched him a box of tissues. They cleaned up the best they could and got dressed before cuddling together on the couch.

“We should go back upstairs and sleep,” Uncle Kenny spoke up. “I start work tomorrow.”

“Okay dear,” was Auntie Joyce's reply.

Pfffft. What happened to doing her all over the house? It would seem that in sex, just as in business, Uncle Kenny has the tendency to overestimate his own abilities. Sheesh. Not that I had a clear view of his nuts, but I guess some people just have extra big balls to store all that ego.