Her Wicked CEO: How To Seduce A Hikikomori Wife? - Chapter 228

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Her dress dropped to the floor. She looked in my direction once. I held my breath and wondered if she could see me. She didn’t show any awareness. Maybe it was a chance. If I had open my mouth, I wouldn’t have seen it.

Christie stood up and kissed my mother’s shoulder. Her hand cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t and squeezed it. My mother closed her eyes and raised her head. I should have stopped watching. But I couldn’t stop myself. I saw Christie’s hand traversing over my mother’s belly. It c.a.r.e.s.sed the hair before it dug between the legs. My mother m.o.a.n.e.d when Christie stroked and massaged. When she pulled away suddenly, I heard my mother w.h.i.n.e. Christie pushed her on the bed. She looked at my mother with so much passion. I could tell that their relationship was a lot different than what my mother and father had.

Her lips rammed against my mother’s lips. My mother dug grabbed Christie’s hair when Christie groped her mound again. I could only hear the sound of them kissing until they were breathless. My mother panted for breath as she unbuttoned Christie’s shirt. They didn’t look away from each other once. A trail of hickeys was left on Christie’s pale skin as my mother went down. She pulled away Christie’s pants and threw them on the floor. Christie parted her legs and looked at my mother with a smile. My mother chuckled and used her teeth to pull off the white lacy panty.

She inserted her fingers into Christie’s wetness, making her m.o.a.n. I felt a strange yet pleasant sensation in my p.e.n.i.s. I put my hand inside my pants and touched myself as I kept watching my mother f.u.c.k.i.n.g Christie with her fingers. Christie screamed my mother name when she came, but my mother wasn’t satisfied. She buried her head between Christie’s t.h.i.g.hs. Christie raised her c.h.e.s.t and opened her mouth wide in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

I felt something warm and sticky shoot in my hand. That must have been my first sin.

“You taste sweet.” My mother tapped Christie’s chin. “Like always.”

“Dion, I only want to come in your mouth,” Christie replied with sadness in her eyes. “I feel like I am cheating on you when I…”

“If you are cheating on me, then I am also cheating on you.” My mother kneads Christie’s small b.r.e.a.s.ts. “Our relationsh.i.p.s with other people are fake. What you and I have is the only truth.”

Christie bit her lower lip. For some reasons, she didn’t seem convinced.

“Christie, do you remember how we met?” My mother climbed off the bed and walked in my direction. I pulled my hand out of my pants and moved toward the corner of the wardrobe. She opened the door of the wardrobe and looked at me. “When I was fourteen, I visited the orphanage with my father and mother to celebrate Christmas with the children at the orphanage. I was bored out of my mind. I went out for a while. In the garden, I saw you sleeping under a tree. The rays of moonlight illuminated your skin. I bent down on my knees to brush away the strand of hair on your face. You grabbed my hand and opened your eyes.”

Christie laughed. “I thought that you were a fairy.”

“Yes, and then, you kissed me.” My mother looked at me with emotionless eyes. I felt ashamed and guilty. I wanted to apologize, but no words would come out of my mouth. I closed my eyes, afraid. But nothing happened. I felt her grabbing for something. She closed the door of the wardrobe, but there was still a slight gap. I realized that I was sweaty.

“I fell in love with you at that moment,” My mother added with a warm voice. “I used to find excuses to visit the orphanage.”

“You always brought me gifts.” Christie looked at her with a smile in her eyes. “You were cute and clumsy back then.”

“Am I not cute anymore?” My mother pouted with a playful tone. I saw the object that she took from the wardrobe. Back then, I had no idea that the strange object was a strap-on dildo. I saw my mother tighten it around her waist.

Christie turned over on her stomach and arched her b.u.t.t. “My Dion is the cutest one.”

She slapped Christie’s b.u.t.t. “You are just saying it because you want me right now.”

“Ah… Dion…” Christie m.o.a.n.e.d. “I mean it.”

My mother thrust the dildo inside Christie’s hole. Her hip rammed against Christe. The slick sounds of penetrations emerged in the air. “Say it again then.”

“Dion, slow down… it hurts… Aaaah…”

“You like it this way, Christie.” My mother bent down and bit Christie on her hip. Christie cried out in pain. “You do, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes…” Christie was screaming my mother name like a madwoman. “More… Please… Dion, I want… more…”

I didn’t care anymore. I inserted my hands inside my pants again and touched my rod that was already hard. I pursed my lips together to not make a single sound. My body was growing hot. I didn’t know what I was doing either. I massaged my p.e.n.i.s and felt it growing hard. I came for the second time. I felt tired. But Christie and my mother were far from exhaustion.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. My grandfather was standing at the door. He was wearing a navy t-shirt and blue jeans. I couldn’t see Christie’s expression when she looked at him. My mother also stopped and turned her head toward the door.

I held my breath and wondered if my grandfather already knew about the relationship between Christie and my mother.

He walked toward the bed. He unzipped his jeans and took out his p.e.n.i.s. I saw him grab Christie’s head with his left hand and pushed his c.o.c.k inside Christie’s mouth. My mother also resumed moving against Christie’s hip.

“How was the meeting?” Dionne gripped Christie’s hip and plummeted harder. Christie let out a muffled whimper when my grandfather did the same to her mouth.

“We will get the deal.” He smirked my mother. When my mother didn’t reply, he said to her, “Dionne, how long are you going to stay away from home? I understand your need for independence, but I am lonely without you. You are my only daughter.”

My mother shrugged. “You don’t lack women.”

He pulled out his erect p.e.n.i.s from Christie’s mouth. Christie’s face was red. She gasped for breath. He grasped my mother’s jaw. “But you are my flesh. Only you can satisfy me.”

“I know.” My mother smiled at him. The look in her eyes changed into something dark and e.r.o.t.i.c. She smacked her lips against his lips, s.u.c.k.i.n.g and pulling. My grandfather responded with the same fervour. He squeezed her b.u.t.t. Christie looked at them with a hint of jealousy in her eyes. The jealous was gone in a flash when my mother pulled away and lied down on the bed. She raised her waist and said, “Take me, Father.”

He looked at her with satisfaction and gripped her waist. He drove his erection inside her. I saw my mother’s face change. She winced once before her face was filled with ecstasy as she coiled her legs around her father’s h.i.p.s. Christie took my mother’s lips like a starving woman and touched herself.

I was too numb at this moment. I didn’t feel hot. I only felt disgusted. I wrapped my hands around my knees. However, I didn’t stop watching. That was my mother’s way of punishing me.