Fortunately, the houses were far enough apart that no one could hear them. Once she was sure no neighbors were in earshot, Natsumi's heart began to race.
"Ethan... what do you want with me? I won't interfere in your relationship with Yui..."
"This has nothing to do with Yui, Auntie Natsumi," Ethan said firmly. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her jade-like earlobe. "I just wanted to come by and comfort a lonely, neglected woman."
He planted a soft kiss on her ear. The orange-haired MILF's body trembled. A flush started at her neck and climbed until her entire face was crimson.
"Ethan... you're Yui's boyfriend. I'll overlook this once, but don't joke like that again..."
She tried to step back to create distance, but as she retreated into the foyer, Ethan followed her inside and shut the door behind him.
Click.
The sound of the lock turning made Natsumi's heart skip a beat. She knew exactly what was coming.
"Don't worry, Auntie. Yui would approve." Ethan wrapped an arm around her slender waist and swept her off her feet in a "princess carry." "If you're worried, you can call her right now."
Inhaling the boy's pleasant scent, Natsumi gave him a reproachful look. There was no way she could call her daughter and ask such a thing.
"Ethan... take me upstairs..."
Cuddled in his arms, she decided to stop fighting it. Whether he was lying about Yui or not, having a session with this beautiful boy to fill the void of her years of neglect was a win for her. Her only worry was whether he had brought any "raincoats" (condoms)...
As her mind raced, Ethan carried her into the master bedroom. The curtains were open, and the morning sun bathed the soft bed in warmth.
But the real heat was in Ethan's gaze. She saw the same look she saw in many men's eyes, but from him, it made her feel proud and excited. He was a handsome, high-school athlete with an irresistible aura.
Yui mentioned that he was... really big... that he almost split her open every time...
Natsumi couldn't help but glance at the bulge in Ethan's trousers, remembering the private conversations she'd had with her daughter. Since Yui was born, her husband had barely touched her. Once the girl started elementary school, he barely came home. They lived off his salary, but they were essentially a two-person family. Because she was a housewife, she and Yui were very close and talked about everything.
Natsumi knew about Yui's sex life, and Yui knew about her mother's loneliness. It was this knowledge that gave Ethan his confidence.
"Auntie Natsumi, where are you looking?" Ethan teased.
Natsumi stiffened, her secret thoughts exposed. She shyly covered her breasts with her hands. Ethan laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently pulled her hands away and placed his own on her heavy, rounded chest.
"Auntie, should I close the curtains?"
Ethan glanced at the window. Without a magical barrier, he couldn't be sure someone wasn't watching with binoculars.
Though she should have said no, Natsumi just blushed and whispered, "Yes..."
Whoosh.
The heavy curtains were drawn, plunging the room into darkness. For Ethan, this was no obstacle; his Devil's sight was part of his biology and remained unsealed.
Natsumi felt a sense of relief in the dark, though she felt a twinge of regret that she couldn't see the handsome boy anymore. Sensing her disappointment, Ethan flicked on the bedside lamp.
The warm yellow glow illuminated her mature, beautiful body. Under Ethan's burning gaze, she felt a bolt of electricity run through her. She was so flustered she didn't notice the raw hunger in his eyes or the slight tremble in his throat.
"Auntie Natsumi..." Ethan's voice was cold but thick with suppressed lust. He crossed his legs, trying to hide the "monster" that had already stood to attention. This woman was exactly his type—perfection.
"Ethan..." Natsumi looked up helplessly, her eyes misty.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He pounced onto the bed, pressing against her soft skin as he began to peel away her loose loungewear. Her breasts weren't as comically large as Reika's, but they were definitely "heavy." They were rounded, firm, and so white they looked like they would bruise at a touch.
He pulled her bra out from under her, and the two "rabbits" bounced into the air. The handsome youth pinned the half-naked MILF to the bed. The air in the room felt thick and pink with lust.
Natsumi felt the scene was incredibly lewd. Her white toes curled, and her mouth opened in an involuntary moan.
Thud. The bra hit the floor.
Ethan braced himself with his hands on either side of her, his eyes burning like twin stars. He looked at her, his voice deep and raspy. "Auntie Natsumi... your breasts are so beautiful. Can I taste them?"
Natsumi gripped the pillow, her body trembling. The word that came out of her mouth was, "Y-yes..."
Ethan chuckled and lowered his head.
"Ah!..." Natsumi let out a sharp gasp as Ethan's wet tongue swiped across her pink nipple.
It was too much. She gripped the pillow tighter and squeezed her legs together. But Ethan stopped her. He forced his way between her long, straight legs.
"Auntie, don't move. I want to savor this."
As he spoke, he pressed the massive bulge of his dragon against the small triangle of fabric covering her crotch. He looked down, sighing as he began to rhythmically bump against her through the thin cloth.
Again and again, fast and hard, as if they were already one.
Ethan's hot breath hit her ear, and Natsumi felt like a cooked shrimp—her body was being tossed up and down by the hardness between his legs. Her heavy breasts swayed wildly, creating waves of white flesh.
"E-Ethan..."
Natsumi looked up helplessly, only to see him begin to grind his dragon against her "honey-slit" through the fabric. The gentle, orange-haired MILF was instantly captured by this new, intoxicating sensation. She knew it was wrong, but she had been starved for so long...
She actually loved sex, but her husband had been incompetent. Since Yui's birth, she hadn't felt the kind of pleasure that made her soul tremble. Even though he hadn't entered her yet, this was already better than anything she had ever felt.
"Ethan..." she sobbed, gasping for air. "Don't rub it like that... stop rubbing..."