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My Wife's Mother Is My Lover

Have you ever read the romance where the slutty second woman is the mother of female lead? . . . "What are you waiting for?" The mature woman rasped an arousing whisper and pushed him down on his seat. "Please we should stop. Don't make me cheat on my wife any further." The man resisted, yet the glint of lust in his eyes betrayed him. "Oh really?" She chortled impishly whilst working her hands to have his shirt unbuttoned. "You're already an unfaithful husband the moment you had your way on me last night." "I'm sorry." He found it hard to breathe as carnal desire overwhelmed him. "But please forget what happened between us." "Tell me." She licked her lips at his well-chiseled chest which look so sexy and delicious. "Did you regret it?" The man looked at her gorgeous face before another heavy sigh escaped his lips, he couldn't lie, "I'm not." "Then you stop resist me." She breathed in his ear right before she bit him down. "But." The man finally wrapped his searing hands around her willowy waist. "You're my mother in law!" . . . Every romance has a villain. The second woman. Who everyone hates. Who seems to have obsession to the Male lead. She could go to any limit to have him. Even if to cheat behind her own dearest daughter. The second woman. - He is forbidden to have but he is hers to fuck!

BlaccLotus · Urban
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21 Chs

Loving Mother

[ Chapter 2 ]

Madeline was setting the table when I descended from the stairs.

Despite my obvious entrance she didn't notice me at first, just went about her business of preparing our morning meal while gently humming to herself.

Humming? How could she be humming after what we had done— well okay, maybe that was a good reason to hum, but still! She had betrayed her own daughter and I had cheated on her daughter.

What was wrong with us?

"Oh Hi, good morning." She greeted when she finally noticed me. Her smile was so enchanting and it captivated me, making me skip a breath.

"I-I..." I muttered, my tongue suddenly feeling heavy in my mouth. I don't have the courage to look into her eyes.

Honestly I don't know how to react at this moment. How can she greeted me so gently like nothing happened between us? When the truth was last.. last night we clearly…

Oblivious to the turmoil and dirty things in my mind she smiled at me and asked, "Did you sleep well?" Her lips curved into a gentle smile.

The gentleness in her sweet voice soothe my nervousness and I find the nerve to look into her. Tilting up my head I look into her.

And sure enough, I was speechless at first, Madeline looked gorgeous. Her face was so beautiful even without makeup and her hair tied back into ponytail.

She was cute and sexy at the same time.

Her girlish and cheerful aura made her way younger than her actual age and I find her insanely attractive.

The way she smiled and walked radiated happiness.

And then my eyes could not help but fall into her generous curves. Her breasts were prominent, round and stood up nicely in her tight-fitting shirt.

My eyes burning and I could feel something is rising inside me.

I bit my lip and palmed my hand trying to resist my arousal.

Even so I could not stop my eyes from venturing over those curvaceous frame.

Madeline was wearing a thin, camel silk shirt— How did I know it was thin? I could see her black bra through the flimsy material.

And she had buttoned just enough buttons to make it respectable, but too few to hide the wonderful cleavage that immediately drew my eyes.

The white skirt reached a little higher than her knees but despite its respectable length, it would have been a great deal more appropriate if it had not clung to her every curve.

Her dark stockings made me think about the ones she had worn last night with that sexy, little garter-belt.

It had been like something out of a wet dream— I mean, what kind of women wear garter-belts? Only the sexy ones.

"U-Um yeah Auntie, I slept well." Came my answer to her earlier question. I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

I'm myself didn't know what kind of answer was that? I mean, after what we had done of course I slept well, too well to be honest like to the point everything that happened is just my dream.

Had I not found the obvious evident of our passionate make out last night I will believe that everything was just a dream— too damn beautiful dream.

Well, that was not the point, the point is why did you ask me that question? Did you by any chance indirectly telling me not to forget our passionate make out last night?

O-Oh my god. I gasped.

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