Chapter 2 Part 2: Shame and Desperate Resolve
I almost fled out the door.
When I reached the apartment lobby, I saw Wang Li step out of the opposite door.
She was also wrapped in a long coat, but at the collar a hint of black lace-trim camisole could be seen; light makeup on her face, lips a little red, her eyes dodging, not daring to meet mine.
We looked at each other briefly, seeing in each other the same tension, shame, and a desperate resolve.
Neither spoke; we only gave the faintest nod, then like strangers, one turned left and the other right, walking toward each other's doors we had left them ajar.
Pushing open the ajar door of Wang Li's home, my heart pounded like a drum.
The living room was quiet, only the sound of a ballgame coming from the TV.
I took off my shoes, stepping barefoot onto the cool floor, and walked step by step toward Xiaokai's room.
The door was half open; he sat at the computer with his back to me, gaming with headphones on, fully immersed, fingers flying over the keys, cursing under his breath.
I gently closed the door; a soft click sounded.
Xiaokai didn't seem to hear still in the heat of battle.
I stood behind him, looking at his tall, youthful back, the broad shoulders, and the fine hairs at the nape of his neck shimmering golden in the sunlight.
A heat, mixed with guilt and a strange attraction, rose in my lower belly.
I took a deep breath and lifted my hand to untie the belt of my coat.
The smooth coat slid off my shoulders to the floor with a faint rustle.
The burgundy silk camisole nightdress was suddenly exposed to the air and potentially to Xiaokai if he turned.
The cool air teased my bare skin; through the thin silk, my nipples prickled upright, forming two distinct points.
The V-neck dipped low, revealing a deep valley of cleavage and swathes of pale breast.
The hem was so short it barely covered my hips; my smooth legs were completely exposed.
I was so nervous I could barely breathe; my fingers trembled.
Maybe it was the sound of the coat falling, or maybe the sudden cool behind him Xiaokai finally sensed something.
He swung around abruptly, half a chip still in his mouth: "Mom, you're ba " He froze mid-sentence; when he saw it wasn't his mother behind him but me, dressed so revealingly almost half-naked he looked like he'd been struck by lightning, completely petrified!
The chip fell onto the keyboard; his eyes went round, his mouth gaped enough to fit an egg, his face flushing to the ears and down his neck.
He seemed nailed to the chair, unable to respond, only those youthful eyes, magnetized, glued uncontrollably to my open neckline and exposed legs filled with shock, confusion, and the most primal, naked hunger of an adolescent boy.
His Adam's apple bobbed hard with an audible gulp.
Only the game's intense battle sounds and his heavy breathing remained in the room.
"Xiaokai," I heard my own voice, deliberately soft, husky so contrived it disgusted me; it didn't sound like me at all.
I forced myself to take a step closer, the scent of a young boy sweat and laundry soap washing over me.
"…It's Auntie."
As if my voice woke him, Xiaokai snapped back, his eyes flitting around in panic, not daring to look at me, his body instinctively shrinking back, stammering: "Ch Chen Auntie? Y-you… how… My mom, sh-she's not…" He was incoherent, hands unsure where to go; his eyes would occasionally dart to my chest, then snap away as if burned, his flush deepening to crimson.
Seeing his youthful shyness and embarrassment, a sliver of maternal instinct stirred inside me, dimming the shame a little.
I bent down; the neckline fell lower still, my full breasts close to spilling out.
I lifted a cool fingertip and lightly traced the bridge of his straight nose, a flirtatious, teasing gesture like playing with a lover.
"Auntie… came just for you," I said, watching his eyes go wide, my wanton image reflected clearly in them.
I took one of his stiff hands.
His hand was large, the knuckles defined; his palm hot and lightly sweaty.
I felt the tautness of his arm muscles and their faint tremble.
"A-Auntie?" Xiaokai's voice cracked, fearful and filled with an unbelievable expectancy.
He tried to pull his hand back, but with laughable weakness or perhaps, deep down, he didn't want to.
I didn't answer; I guided that burning hand, slowly and irresistibly, onto my left, high, soft breast!
Through the gossamer silk, the heat of his palm and the sensation of his fingers shot like current through the fabric, straight to my nipple!
"Mm…" A moan, drenched in desire, slipped from my throat.
Too long… it had been too long since a real man's hand touched me there!
The false pleasure of that toy could never compare to this real, youth-charged touch!
My body, like parched desert meeting rain, ignited in an instant!
My nipples were hard as little pebbles, pressing distinctly into his palm.
Xiaokai jolted as if shocked by high voltage!
He gasped sharply, staring at the hand on my breast as if it wasn't his.
His breathing turned rough and urgent, chest heaving violently.
I felt the muscles beneath his palm twitching, his fingers reflexively curling with a clumsy, greedy force, kneading the plump softness.
Through the silk, the kneading's friction stung and thrilled, making my lower back go weak; a rush of heat surged between my thighs at once, leaving the place where panties would be (though I wore none) slick and swampy.
"A-Auntie… y-you… I…" Xiaokai babbled, eyes glazed, filled with the flames of lust and a boy's cluelessness.
His other hand rose uncertainly, wanting to touch yet not daring.
"Hush…" I pressed another finger lightly to his burning lips, feeling his hot breath on my fingertip.
Then I guided the hand on my chest down, slowly, firmly.
It slid past my flat belly, tensing with nerves.
Past the soft waist… and at last, I led his burning fingertips, through the thin silk, directly to the most secret, wet, scorching valley between my thighs!
"Ah!" Xiaokai yelped as if burned, his fingers shrinking back, but I held him fast.
His fingertips felt clearly the fullness, the slickness, and the shocking heat there!
That heat felt as if it could scorch his fingers.
"Auntie's… hurting here…" I breathed into his ear, words carried on deliberate pants and moans, my warm breath fanning his ear and neck. "Help Auntie… Xiaokai… like this…" I pressed his fingers, through the soaked silk, to clumsily guide them up and down over that muddy cleft.
That act and those words lit the final fuse!
The thread called "reason" snapped in Xiaokai's mind with a pop!
He growled low like a beast and spun around, grabbing me in a crushing embrace!
His strength startled me; his arms banded my waist like iron hoops, and his searing lips pressed, rough and urgent, over my neck and cheeks, with the ruleless passion and brute force of a teenage boy.
Below, through the thin sleep pants, a massive, hard, burning bulge jabbed my lower belly, aggressive and insistent!
Its size and hardness… exceeded my imagination!
My husband… and even the boyfriend of my youth… could never compare to this… spectacle!
The realization sent a shiver through me, a more intense current of shame and excitement racing over my body.
"A-Auntie… I… I'm in pain… down there… gonna explode…" Xiaokai panted in my ear, pained and urgent, his body aflame, rubbing against me nonstop.
One hand was still clamped at my sex, kneading hard through the soaked silk; the other fumbled wildly over my back and hips in clumsy, urgent strokes.
"Slow… Xiaokai… slow…" I gasped, guiding that marauding hand under the hem of my nightdress, pushing it straight in!
When his fingertips, with no barrier at all, touched the slippery, muddy, burning petals directly, we both let out a shuddering, satisfied moan!
His fingers, fueled by a boy's recklessness and curiosity, explored hungrily in that secret realm he had never touched.
His fingertips grazed the sensitive bud, sending a fierce thrill that nearly made me collapse!
"Ah… gentler… Xiaokai… yes… right there…" I couldn't help arching, meeting his fingers with broken moans.
Deprived too long, my body was indecently sensitive, ignited easily by this clumsy touch.
"Auntie… you're so wet… so hot…" Xiaokai panted, eyes hazy as his fingers clumsily pushed, scooped, drawing out more sticky sounds.
The sound drove him wilder; the hardness against my belly swelled again, its throbbing startling even through the fabric.
"Do you want it? Xiaokai…" I panted, sliding my hand down and, through the pants, grabbing that monstrous thing that terrified and thrilled me!
What filled my palm was blazing hot, iron hard, and thick!
Far larger than I expected one hand could hardly circle it!
The vigorous vitality and heat made my heart quiver.
"Yes! Auntie! I want it! Give me!" Xiaokai, a beast prodded beyond control, hugged me even tighter, yanking at the straps of my nightdress in agitation, his lips nipping and biting my collarbone and chest, leaving wet marks.
One silky strap snapped off his tug; a full breast bounced free, the rosy tip exposed to the cool air before his hot mouth captured it, sucking and biting with urgency!
"Tss… gentler… you little rascal…" The mix of sting and extreme pleasure made me weak, barely able to stand.