NTR SAGAS - Chapter 166: Take Care Of Us?

“Of course, we will, haha.” Jian laughed aloud but then said with a sly smile. “But in return, I hope you will take good care of us, Aunty Celia. We can call you Aunty since we consider Xulan as our friend now, right?”

Celia hesitated and felt uncomfortable under their gazes.

But she reluctantly nodded and said. “I have to leave now. You boys can bring your families over as guests anytime.”

Celia then turned around to leave with a hint of hurry in her movements.

“Wait, Aunty. Why are you in such a hurry when you promised to take care of us?” Bo asked with a disappointed look, though his eyes were still devouring her ass.

Celia clenched her fists as what she feared was already happening.

She slowly turned around and asked with a stiff smile. “How can this old Aunty take care of you boys? Maybe I can recommend someone better. ”

“Of course not. We trust you more than anyone.” Zhen said as he licked his lips, his eyes still on her huge bosom.

“My friends are right. We are in some pain right now. Can you help us out here, Aunty?” Jian asked with a smile while cupping the huge bulge on his crotch.

Celia clenched her jaw as she looked at these young men who were no older than Xulan.

But remembering Lucas’ order and with Xulan’s life on the line, Celia reached for the back of her dress as she reluctantly unzipped it until her gown pooled around her feet.

“Heavens…how beautiful…” Joan mumbled with a look of awe like his friends upon seeing her half naked voluptuous figure gracing their eyes.

Celia’s heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling as she hesitantly reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her plump, heavy breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confinement. Her nipples, pert and rosy, hardened in the cool air of the room.

“Oh, my… Aunty, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Bo said, licking his lips as he took a step closer to her.

Celia shivered under their lustful gazes, her cheeks flushing red. “P-Please… boys… we should… we should do this… discreetly…” she stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“Don’t worry, Aunty, we’ll take good care of you,” Jian purred, his voice low and sultry. He placed a hand on her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Celia bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around the room, but she knew she had no choice. Her body trembled as Jian’s other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly, kneading it like he would a ripe fruit.

“Oh, Aunty, your breasts are just perfect,” he moaned, his eyes locked on her chest.

“And so are your hips,” Bo added, his hands caressing her shapely hips and ass, squeezing them greedily. “I bet you’re hiding a similar treat underneath those panties, aren’t you?”

Celia’s face burned with shame as she felt their hands roaming over her body, squeezing and groping her as if she were a piece of meat. “P-Please… I… I…” she stuttered, trying to find the words to protest but failing.

Jian’s lips found her neck, his hot breath making her skin prickle with discomfort. “Shh, Aunty,” he purred, his hands traveling down to her panties, “just relax, we’ll take good care of you.”

As Jian roughly tugged her panties down, his fingers grazed her wet slit, making her gasp. Celia’s face flushed even deeper, both from arousal and humiliation. Zhen and Bo wasted no time in undressing, their erections massive and throbbing.

“Oh, Aunty, you’re already so wet for us,” Zhen smirked, running a finger along her slit, collecting her moisture, and tasting it. “Mmmm, delicious.”

Celia’s breath hitched in her throat, her body betraying her with its response to their rough touches. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this with these young men, let alone feel such sensations.

She remembered Lucas modifying the crest on her pussy and wondered why he suddenly did that.

“Let’s not keep Aunty Celia waiting, shall we?” Bo said, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the table.

Celia’s breath left her lungs as her back met the cold surface, her legs dangling over the edge. “W-wait, I… I…” she whimpered, but her words were cut off by Jian’s insistent tongue lapping at

Celia’s neglected nipples. She arched her back, her hands gripping the table for support as pleasure courged through her body. “Oh… Jian…” she moaned, unable to stop herself from moaning.

Meanwhile, Bo and Zhen each took a leg, spreading her wider, revealing her wet core to their hungry gazes. “Damn, Aunty, you’re so wet and tight,” Bo breathed, his eyes locked on her core.

Celia’s face flushed, her arousal growing with each lewd comment. “Please… I… I…,” she panted, unable to finish her thoughts as Jian’s skilled tongue found her clit.

“Oh, Aunty Celia, you taste so good,” Jian moaned, his tongue flicking her sensitive bud.

Celia’s toes curled, her nails digging into the table. “Oh, H…heavens, please… no… I… I…” she moaned, her mind clouded with lust.

Bo didn’t wait any longer, lining his throbbing member with her entrance. “Here I come, Aunty,” he grunted, and with a single, rough thrust, he entered her, stretching her walls.

“Aah!” Celia cried out, her eyes squeezing shut at the sudden intrusion.

But outside, a lone young man was walking through the forest, looking around as if in search of something.

“Ah…there it is.” Xulan mumbled with a relieved look and walked forward, eager and curious to know why his mother visited this house in the middle of nowhere.