The Stain of Lust
“It might come. Someone might come.”
“And if they don’t? What were you planning to do if no one came?”
I moved my nose, which had been stroking her cheek, to the bridge of my aunt’s nose. Our lips met again. This time, they parted with unbelievable ease. Slurp—just as the wet sound of our saliva meshing together echoed, my aunt moved her tongue once.
It was stiff.
It seemed she hadn’t fully let go of her tension yet. But what did that matter? Shit. This female was begging for my tongue right now….
“Slurp….”
I decided to gladly respond to that movement. I matched her tempo, wrapping my tongue around hers, stroking it slowly. As if to say, this tongue is yours and yours alone.
The subtle, viscous scent of saliva invaded my nose. Only then did my aunt’s rigid tongue soften, if only slightly. It began to squirm inside my mouth, and she started to entwine her lips with mine as if trying to take in even more of my tongue. Her tongue felt hot. No, was it a low fever? That’s just how it felt. Just… fucking hot.
“Slurp… huff….”
Ah, fuck….
My cock felt like it was going to burst.
I deliberately pressed my lower body even tighter against her. Through my closed eyes, I could feel her body flinch. My crotch, swollen to the point of bursting, was pressed directly against her lower abdomen.
“…Slurp, huff… Aunt.”
I pulled my lips away slightly and looked down at her with wet eyes.
“I’m… I’m aroused….”
“D-Doha….”
“You have to take care of it, Aunt. You’re the one who made me like this… okay?”
“N-no….”
I pressed my cheek against hers, then tilted my head to bring my nose to her ear. As our skin touched, I traced the curve of her ear with my nose. Her body stiffened completely.
“It’s because of you that I’m like this… so you have to take responsibility.”
“Ah, ha, ahhh… Doha, really….”
Whether it was from the ticklish sensation, the embarrassment, or perhaps because she was just as crazily aroused as I was… my aunt twisted her head. I could practically feel the goosebumps rising on her skin.
“I-I said there’s no time… and if someone, if someone comes… what are you going to do….”
“Then, just do a little bit. That’s all you have to do. Okay?”
“‘Just a little bit,’ you say….”
I slid my zipper down along with my underwear. Zzzip—the faint sound of it opening. My aunt, looking down at it, blinked in a daze. My throbbing, pulsating cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
“Y-you’re crazy… doing something like this here….”
Looking flustered, she hurriedly glanced around and covered my member with her hand.
That only brought our bodies closer together.
My blunt glans, coated in pre-cum, finally pressed firmly against her blazer. From the root to the tip, it stood red and rigid. Ah, fuck… the friction sent a thrill racing through my body. Is this sensual… or is it just fucking lewd? Is it vulgar? Just like when I did the wall-bang in the restaurant, this time, my aunt was the target. The difference was, back then it was in my imagination, and now, it was real.
My hard shaft bent and rubbed against her repeatedly. Thump, thump. Against the rough texture of that blazer. Ha. My breath hitched on its own.
“It feels good… ah, it feels so good… Aunt.”
“W-what are you going to do if we get caught….”
“I don’t know. Let’s think about that when the time comes. Can you give me your hand?”
“…Your hand?”
“Your hand.”
I took her hand, which had been shielding us, and placed it on my glans. She flinched, her palm trembling violently.
“Ah….”
My aunt bit her lip and looked away. Her white hand gripped my cock, shaking. I placed my hand over hers. Then, I began to move it up and down. Forcibly. The uneven texture of her fingers traveled back and forth along my stiff cock. My aunt’s hand was cold.
“Ah, huff… you have to finish quickly. Someone might come, you know. Okay?”
“…T-this is really….”
“Squeeze harder, Aunt.”
She cautiously tightened her grip around my cock.
“Ah… that’s good….”
Even without much of a reaction, she followed my words to the letter.
Slurp, slurp—
In the subtle silence, only the sound of pre-cum rubbing against her hand echoed softly. Ah, this is insane. The sensation at the tip was enough to make me lose my mind. Because of it, the area beneath the glans was becoming uncontrollably soaked in my own juices. Was she feeling it, too? This throbbing sensation, completely. And the searing heat that came with it.
This was on a different level than just any handjob. To begin with, the scene itself was incredibly obscene. It might look like I was just masturbating, but that wasn’t the case. I was using my aunt’s hand to jerk off. Using our overlapped fingers, letting those smooth knuckles stroke beneath my glans, constantly peeling back the thin skin….
Ah….
“…Huu, ha… Aunt, do you think this is lewd, too? This situation right now?”
I asked, staring intently at her face.
Looking at her, it seemed like she was about to be swallowed up by her own ragged breathing. Her cheeks were flushed as red as they could possibly be, and her breath came in trembling gasps. Huu, huu—so her breath kept brushing against my lips.
“D-don’t say things like that. Someone might be here….”
“You’re just so lewd, Aunt, I can’t help it.”
“You, really….”
“How about you, Aunt?”
When she didn’t answer, I smirked.
“Should I kiss you?”
“…….”
“Answer me, hurry. Should I kiss you?”
“…I-if you want to.”
“If I want to?”
“I mean, if you, Doha, want to, then I… your aunt, of course….”
Of course. I didn’t want to hear the rest of her answer.
It’s a ridiculous thing to say.
When have I ever *not* wanted it?
Before she could say another word, I pressed my lips onto hers. Her hand became increasingly sticky. The viscous sensation was transmitted, one by one, through my stiff cock. Above, thick saliva was being exchanged, and below, the vulgar sound of a handjob was stimulating all my senses… Ah, what a dilemma.
The air as March approached was endlessly chilly, so it felt like no matter what idiot came under this streetlight, there was only us.
“…Slurp, huff… I think I’m about to… cum….”
“O-oh, what do I do?”
“Can I cum on your hand? Or… I want to cum on your clothes.”
“Are you crazy? How is your aunt supposed to go inside like that….”
“Should I cum on your hand, then?”
“…J-just do that for now….”
She agreed, so I pulled her hand away from my cock. This clumsy touch wouldn’t lead me to a perfect climax.
“Ah, huu….”
My aunt turned her head away, seemingly flustered. At the same time, her palm, slick with my fluids, opened wide. I felt it. Ah, the urge to ejaculate. I started masturbating myself. Thwack, thwack, thwack. This bizarre feeling that made my thighs tremble… My aunt, perhaps unable to watch me masturbate, pursed her lips and lowered her gaze.
“Hand… give me your hand. Quickly.”
“H-how? What am I supposed to do….”
“The tip. Touch the tip.”
“T-touch? Right now?”
“Yes. Ah, fuck, just squeeze it tight. Ah….”
My aunt let out a startled gasp and hurriedly wrapped her hand around my glans. That was the moment. Brrr—a throbbing sensation surged up through my testicles. Instantly, the heat gathered at the tip, and like an explosion…—
“Ah, huu….”
—Splurt! Brrr! My aunt’s hand, gripping my glans, began to tremble uncontrollably. It was following the rhythm of my pulsating member.
“Huff, t-this is….”
Splurt—splurt—ha, ha… I let out short breaths, feeling the sensation in its entirety. Perhaps because the heat had transferred from the earlier handjob, her hand felt unbelievably warm. Even as I ejaculated, she continued to stroke the shaft upward, as if squeezing out every last drop of semen. It kept coming. Truly, it kept coming.
My aunt’s hand was completely dirtied with white, pasty semen.
Yet, the feeling of it pulsing continuously. It seemed I had really let it all out. Just as my aunt began to pull her hand away, thinking I was finished—Splurt!
“Ah…?”
One last shot went off.
It leaped into the air and then landed, plop, on my aunt’s lower abdomen. On that black blazer. Over that dark, heavy coat, my white lust left an ugly stain.
“Ah… still…?”
My aunt swallowed a startled groan.
“…Ha, yes. Yes… still.”
I answered, but I kept rubbing my un-subsided cock against her lower belly. The white, seed-filled fluid that had been flowing down the shaft mixed with the pre-cum, leaving a trace on the fabric of her blazer.
“No… ah, Doha….”
What do you mean, no? Fuck. I gripped the root with my thumb and rubbed it. This, too, was incredibly lewd. Without realizing it, I pulled off one more shot. Brrr… the last stream that shot out weakly fell white. It was already stained.
“Huff… ha… Aunt….”
Looking down at her own clothes, stained white, my aunt’s eyes trembled as if she were about to burst into tears. She couldn’t bring herself to clench or open her hand, which was dripping with white fluid.
“Ah, what do I do… you said to do it on my hand….”
“We can just go to a convenience store, buy some tissues, and wipe it off.”
“Is it as easy as you say? Is it…?”
I didn’t answer her, just stared at her blankly. My aunt’s eyelids twitched.
“It felt good, Aunt.”
“…….”
“How… how was it for you? Was I too one-sided? Okay?”
My aunt avoided my eyes.
“…I don’t know.”
I smiled and rubbed my nose against hers. She let out a frail, trembling breath.
“Do you think I’m trash? Am I?”
“…….”
“I just did it because you were so lewd, Aunt….”
“Pants, just put your pants on. Hurry….”
Before anyone comes, she finished, unable to look at my cock, unable to look at her own semen-stained clothes, and unable to meet my eyes. I pulled up my pants. Even then, I couldn’t pull my face away from hers.
“You know we can’t end it here… don’t you, Aunt?”
“What are you talking about… I told you I don’t have time, Doha….”
I let out a low, soft laugh. Something about it was a little funny. My aunt shivered slightly, as if the vibration was ticklish.
“No, not that.”
“…Then?”
“You heard everything earlier. I mean… that I’m going to keep pushing. So, you just have to stay in the position of the one being pushed.”
“Ah, really… still talking about that….”
“Then what, did you think it would end with just today? Is that what you want, Aunt? Really?”
Just then, a ding sounded from far away. It was the sound of someone entering the convenience store. My aunt’s body shrank back on its own. I pulled away slightly, as if we had been lovers. Her flushed face became even more visible. It was a face sparkling in the streetlight.
Sharp eyes, a haughty impression.
A woman in her thirties, yet the bob cut suited her, making her look strange.
Seeing her so flushed, she even looked elegant in a way.
I wiped the semen off her blazer with my hand. She looked like a child who had spilled food while eating. I rubbed it against the stone wall to get rid of it.
“Is that what you want? Aunt, too?”
I stared at her, my eyes still unfocused. My aunt, as expected, couldn’t meet my gaze. But the next words that spilled from her parted lips were quite bold.
“…You don’t know how dangerous… and vicious… what you’re saying is.”
I didn’t answer. My aunt’s hand, which had been gripping the hem of her blazer, trembled, and she continued on her own.
“You’re serious, aren’t you. Either way. That… your….”
My aunt gasped.
“…….”
It was a word that came out after a long hesitation.
“For now. For now….”
“For now?”
The tension in her hand, which had been clutching her clothes, suddenly vanished.
“For now… do as you please.”
I raised an eyebrow. My aunt, who had checked my reaction as if she were walking on eggshells, quickly continued.
“Because, from what I can see, there’s no way I can stop you. Instead… when you want to stop, you have to stop for sure. Do you understand?”
“When I want to stop?”
“Yes. This is… logically, it’s insane. If that’s what you want… I have no choice but to comply… so….”
My aunt swallowed hard, as if her words were stuck in her throat, and looked up at me, her lips trembling.
“This is—killing my own heart. You still want to… keep doing this. So when you want to stop… you have to stop for sure. Because you are killing my heart.”
I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. But I didn’t actually laugh.
I rolled my eyes, and when they landed on her face, I said,
“That’s strange.”
“What… is strange?”
“Do you think I’m doing this because I want to play with you once?”
Her pupils shook for a moment.
“If you want to think that, well… you can think that.”
I tilted my head as if I didn’t know.
I finally realized my true intentions. Ah, let me remain trash. A piece of trash who will make this hypocritical fool completely mine. Rather than remaining a pathetic loser who hides behind excuses and lies even to myself.
I smirked at my aunt.
“No, never mind. Just think that, then. If that’s what you want, Aunt.”
The corners of her mouth, which had seemed to be waiting for my response, began to twist moment by moment.