Corina trembled slightly, not expecting him to be so impatient. The intense intercourse from the night before had left her with a lingering sense of satisfaction; the thick manhood had filled her completely, and the feeling of being penetrated was truly indescribable.
Arnold impatiently pushed Corina onto the large bed and kissed her red lips. The scent of a mature woman wafted over him, making him even harder. Corina felt it too; it was still so thick and large. She was confused and infatuated by his kisses. In a daze, her clothes were removed. She watched as Arnold tried to take off her bra but didn't quite manage it.
Pfft! Corina tapped the man's head with her delicate, red-nailed finger. "You're so dense. Was last night truly your first time?"
Arnold nodded. Seeing Corina remove the rest of her clothes, revealing her two large, white breasts, he swallowed excitedly. "Yes, Auntie. I want to fuck you!"
Corina, looking a little embarrassed, nodded with her face flushed with emotion. "Turn off the light... Auntie will give it to you."
Arnold shook his head, continuing to nibble on her breasts. The soft texture felt amazing to hold; these were his friend's mother's breasts! And now they were being defiled by him, an outsider! "I'm going to fuck you with the lights on. I want to be your man!"
He quickly stripped, and Arnold's 20-centimeter-long manhood became engorged and erect, paying homage to the beautiful woman in front of him. Corina tried to take off her stockings, but Arnold stopped her, his eyes lecherously fixed on her long, fair legs in black stockings. "Don't take them off. Just leave them like this. Auntie, you're so beautiful!"
With a ripping sound, Arnold forcefully tore open the crotch of the stockings. He gripped himself with his right hand and pressed against the entrance, rubbing up and down. It was already very wet there, and as the large glans pressed against the opening, they both felt the intense heat.
Even Corina's delicate body trembled slightly. At over forty years old, fine crow's feet clung to the corners of her eyes, adding to her mature charm. A slight bulge of fat clung to her fair belly. When Arnold saw that little tummy, he throbbed powerfully again. He loved that kind of belly; the fleshy feel excited him.
He leaned down and kissed Corina's red lips, licking her beautiful face. "Auntie, I'm going to fuck you!"
"Mmm! Come in..." Corina trembled. She felt ashamed to beg for sex from a man younger than her own son, but at the same time, she felt a strange, immoral pleasure.
Upon hearing the mature woman's call, Arnold was incredibly excited. If he hadn't transmigrated, he would never have had such a wonderful opportunity—to possess such a mature, beautiful, and stunning woman. A sudden weight settled on his waist, and with a soft "plop!", he forced his way through the tightly closed, moist opening and entered the warm, tight canal.
"Ah!" They both exclaimed in pleasure at the same time.
"Auntie, you're so tight! It feels so good!" Arnold sighed. His manhood felt as if it were being gripped by countless tiny hands, and she was sucking him in waves. It was amazing!
Corina felt shy; she had actually committed adultery with an eighteen-year-old—how shameful! But the fullness in her lower body pulled her back to reality; she hadn't felt this good in a long time. "Ah... oh... so good... fuck me... mmm... faster..."
Looking at the mature woman beneath him, a sense of pride and satisfaction rose from the bottom of Arnold's heart. He began to thrust vigorously, quickly fucking the beautiful woman and breathing in her unique perfume. A tingling, numbing pleasure rose from the tip, and each thrust produced a sensation that made him want to ejaculate repeatedly.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Wine bottles were scattered around the room as the two engaged in passionate lovemaking on the large bed. A pungent scent of hormones and intercourse filled the air. This beautiful woman in her forties, still possessing a powerful allure, pinned the young man down beneath her; their coordinated movements were astonishing.
His length was covered in a thick, white foam—a sign of the woman's arousal. With each thrust, Arnold inserted himself deep into the mature woman, grinding against her cervix and enjoying the ultimate pleasure of being gripped and sucked by her.
"So tight... I'll fuck you to death... does it feel good? Mmm... so good... Auntie... I love you... let me fuck you for the rest of my life!!!" Arnold roared and continued thrusting. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. If he didn't restrain himself, he might ejaculate immediately!
Lady Corina was also panting heavily, her red lips slightly parted as she let out moans that made Arnold's blood boil. "Mmm... fuck me... oh... harder... Arnold... ah... husband... fuck me... Corina... oh oh... you're such a slut... mmm, fuck your slut to death... it's coming!"
After speaking, Lady Corina arched her back forcefully, her body contracting and pulsating as if trying to snap the man inside her. The temperature within her rose sharply, accompanied by a high-pitched groan, as a large amount of fluid gushed from her, washing over him!
Provoked by Lady Corinna's words, Arnold couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deep into the mature woman beneath him, kissing her red lips fiercely. With a sudden, forceful jolt, he reached his limit, filling her noble body completely. He felt a sense of dark satisfaction, knowing that his seed was now searching for its mark within her.
The intense sensation left Arnold's mind blank. In this moment, he had truly transcended his old life, fully claiming his best friend's mother as his own. After resting for five minutes, he remained connected to her, his body still reacting to her presence.
Their eyes met, and Mrs. Corinna blushed slightly, looking up at him with a mix of shyness and newfound affection. "Arnold... do you truly like me?"
Arnold nodded firmly. "Of course, Auntie. Will you live with me? I want to be with you every day—I want us to have a family together."
Corinna, both amused and slightly overwhelmed, poked his head with her delicate, white toe. "You want to get Auntie pregnant?! Oh, you silly boy... Auntie is too old for that now."
"I'm going to make it happen," Arnold insisted, his movements driving the point home. He ground against her, ensuring the bond they had just formed was sealed. The sheer amount of passion in the room made it impossible for Corinna to refuse.
"Oh, you stubborn child," she whispered, her resistance melting away. "If you want it, Auntie will give it to you. But... what about Oswald?"
Arnold leered, the thought of his friend Penguin only adding to his sense of conquest. "I've already told him that if you agree, you're my woman. You'll bear my children, and you'll be here waiting for me whenever I need you."
Corinna rolled her eyes, her voice trailing off into an ecstatic moan. "Oh... alright... as long as you don't mind having an older wife... husband... ah... take me..."
With their relationship officially shifted, Arnold was surprised by the depth of Corinna's charm. She exuded a mature, womanly allure, and her experience provided him with incredible pleasure. She was truly treating him like her husband now. During their second marathon, Arnold lifted her shapely legs onto his shoulders, eliciting a sharp gasp. This position allowed him to reach even deeper, making her feel every inch of his claim.
He looked at her five delicate toes, painted with bright red polish, and took one into his mouth. The fragrance and the intimacy of the act stimulated his nerves, driving his stamina even further.
Outside the apartment door, the Penguin stood in the shadows, his back pressed against the wood. He could faintly hear his mother's high-pitched cries. Having worked in bars and the underworld his whole life, Oswald was no stranger to these sounds. He knew exactly what was happening. To his surprise, it gave him a strange sense of excitement—a feeling that his "brother" Arnold was taking care of his mother in a way he never could. He felt, strangely, that this was a good thing.
Arnold had no idea he was being overheard. Fueled by youth and magic, he continued to exploit every option Aunt Corinna's voluptuous body offered. It wasn't until midnight, after he had reached his absolute limit, that his libido finally subsided. He felt incredibly refreshed and invigorated.
Corinna's voice was languid and heavy with exhaustion as she met his final embrace. "Honey... you're so good to me."
"My dear auntie wife, I have to go out to run some errands now," Arnold said, his voice deep with satisfaction. "You rest here and wait for me to return. I'll take you home later. Now... clean me up."
Aunt Corinna rolled her eyes at her young husband but obediently complied, her actions showing her complete submission. "Go on, be careful," she whispered reproachfully. "You've made me so sore... I can hardly move."
It was one in the morning by the time Corinna fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Arnold, however, was brimming with energy. He felt like a predator ready to hunt. He had successfully seduced a beautiful, high-class mature woman—riding a "big horse" like her was the most exhilarating experience of his life.
He left her asleep in the apartment, her body bearing the marks of their five-hour marathon. He didn't care if she got pregnant; in fact, he hoped for it. Now, it was time to get back to work. His next job was simple: he was going to kill !