Chapter 100: Playing possum (R-18)
Max pressed his face against her breasts again, sucking on them with obvious enthusiasm while Zerena continued lying perfectly still, pretending to be asleep.
’Don’t he ever have enough of them?’ she wondered.
He’d been sucking on her breasts all day. Before they went to sleep, while they were showering together, and now again the moment he thought she wasn’t awake.
Eventually, his attention wandered to her armpits instead.
He gently lifted one of her arms before burying his face beneath it, slowly licking and sucking at the damp skin. Every now and then he pressed in a little deeper, happily letting the faint layer of sweat cover his nose and mouth while his hips continued rubbing insistently against her from behind.
What the hell is he thinking?’ Zerena wondered.
’Licking me like some pig...’
’Does he seriously think I won’t wake up and slap the shit out of him?’
Of course, Max knew she was awake.
He also knew there was a very real chance she’d slap him into tomorrow the moment she opened her eyes.
Still...
If he wanted things to move forward with Zerena instead of advancing toward her vagina at the speed of an elderly snail with a walking stick, sooner or later he had to gather a little courage.
This was that courage.
He sucked on her breasts with even more enthusiasm, the quiet, shameless sounds coming from his mouth making it painfully obvious he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
The routine continued for another ten minutes.
From breasts...
To armpits...
Then back to her breasts again, as though he were worried one pair might start feeling neglected if he spent too long with the other.
Beneath her closed eyelids, Zerena could already feel her patience wearing dangerously thin.
’ just cum already...’ Zerena pleaded silently.
The irritating part was that he really did have a habit of orgasming whenever she told him to.
It was almost as though the words themselves flipped some hidden switch inside his head.
Of course...
That only worked when she actually said them out loud.
Right now, she was still pretending to be asleep.
And after lying motionless through everything he’d already done, suddenly opening her eyes now would’ve been difficult to explain.
Especially after he’d spent the last several minutes making those shameless sucking noises right beside her ear while enthusiastically attached to her armpit.
Or...
When one of his hands had already wandered beneath her shorts.
She didn’t.
So when Max finally lifted his mouth away from her breasts, Zerena felt a quiet wave of relief.
’Finally...’
Even if one of his hands was still lazily fondling the soft flesh of her stomach, she could live with that. At least it meant he was probably finished. She might actually get to sleep.
"Auntie You still asleep, right?" Max asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He already knew the answer.
Zerena, however, remained perfectly still.
Not a twitch.
Not a sound.
Seeing no reaction, Max slowly let his hand drift lower until it reached the waistband of her shorts. He hesitated for only a moment before gently tugging them downward.
Still...
Nothing.
She stubbornly continued pretending to be asleep. The lack of resistance only encouraged him. Little by little, the courage he’d been borrowing from her silence became courage he was beginning to believe was his own.
For Zerena, this wasn’t about pretending to be asleep anymore. Now Max was simply teasing her. ’Who does this brat think he’s teasing?’ she thought, stubbornly refusing to react. She didn’t care that he’d already pulled her shorts low enough to expose the dark curls of her bush.
He’d already seen every part of her.
At this point, worrying about a pair of shorts felt a little late. So she let him slide them the rest of the way off without so much as opening an eye. Max looked at her for another moment before the corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smile. "You’re having an unusually deep sleep today, Aunt..."
’I’m going to kill him...’
Zerena’s furious threat remained safely inside her own head, where it accomplished absolutely nothing. If Max had somehow heard it, he probably would’ve yanked his hands away as though he’d touched something burning hot.
Well...
Her thighs were hot.
Just not in the way that would’ve made him pull his hands back.
Instead, his palms continued gliding slowly up the soft flesh of her thighs, inching closer and closer to her crotch. His fingertips brushed against the edge of her bush before moving farther still.
’This little bastard really isn’t stopping...’
Using both thumbs, Max gently spread her folds apart, exposing the glistening flesh hidden between them. The warmth between her legs, along with her scent, immediately reached his nose as he leaned in for a closer look.
It wasn’t as though she smelled lot.
Quite the opposite.
The faint scent drifting from between her legs reached Max’s nose, making his mouth water before he even realized it.
He smiled to himself. "If you don’t wake up now..." He leaned in a little closer.
"...I might end up tasting it again." Max looked at her for another moment.
She didn’t react.
Not even a twitch.
’Try it, you bastard...’
Zerena kept the threat safely inside her own head.
Seeing no response, Max reached the same conclusion he had several times before.
Silence meant she wasn’t stopping him.
So, slowly, he lowered his head.
As her damp, glistening pubic hair filled his view, he leaned in and pressed his tongue against her exposed folds.
The reaction was immediate.
Zerena’s entire body tensed, and as his tongue slowly traced upward, her hips instinctively followed the movement before she hurriedly forced them back down.
’No... stop...’
She bit down on the inside of her cheek, swallowing the moan that almost escaped.
Max, completely unaware of the battle taking place inside her head, leaned in again.
Just as he was about to give another slow lick followed by a gentle suck—
’Not there...’
Unable to trust her own expression anymore, Zerena threw both arms over her face, desperately trying to keep even the smallest sound from slipping past her lips.
Naturally, Max couldn’t hear the frantic commentary going on inside Zerena’s head.
And even if he somehow could...
There was a very good chance he’d have mistaken it for encouragement anyway. Without the slightest hesitation, he slipped his tongue between her folds, curiously searching around until he found the entrance. The moment his tongue pressed against it, he felt it tighten around him.
Max blinked.
’...Huh?’
He hadn’t expected that.
Instead of backing away, he nudged his tongue a little farther in, experimentally wriggling it from side to side like a man who’d just discovered a button and absolutely had to find out what it did.
It worked.
Zerena’s body reacted almost instantly.
The thighs resting in his hands gave a sharp, involuntary twitch before tightening for the briefest moment.