I Slept with My Son’s Classmate

Mmm… who's there? Stop touching me~

Half-asleep and foggy-brained, I suddenly felt a hand sliding up between my thighs. My eyes shot open in panic, but the room was pitch black—I couldn't see a thing.

"Auntie, don't scream. You must be cold… let me warm you up."

It was Magnus Roland, my son's classmate. His hand clamped gently over my mouth as he whispered hot against my ear, already slipping under the covers and pressing his body against mine.

He definitely lived up to his name—Magnus. I could feel his hard, steel-like erection pushing insistently between my legs. Oh my god… he was so virile. So huge.

"Mmm… Magnus, don't… I'm not cold…"

Confronted with such a young, powerful male body, something forbidden stirred deep inside me. How many years had it been since a man held me down like this?

As Magnus rocked against me with clear intention, a long-forgotten tingle spread through my whole body. That wet, aching emptiness between my legs woke up with a vengeance.

Part of me wanted to give in completely—but my son was sleeping soundly less than a foot away.

Magnus was utterly shameless. Doing this to me right next to my own child.

"Auntie, they're so big… I'm starving."

Seeing I wasn't pushing him away, Magnus grew even bolder. His hands roughly untied my silk pajama top. He kneaded my breasts with overwhelming strength before burying his face between them, devouring me like he was starved.

My 34E breasts—pale and full—felt like they might burst under his touch. No man had handled me like this in over a decade.

There was pain, sure… but it was drowned by a wave of raw pleasure.

Magnus's tongue worked like a precision instrument. His teeth grazed like sharp little blades.

The intensity made me moan without meaning to. My hips began swaying on their own. My thighs rubbed together restlessly.

"Mmm… no… Magnus, you're too bold! My son is right here… please… stop…"

Even as I begged between breathless moans, my hands wandered to his head. My fingers tangled in his hair, traced the curve of his ear, caressed his handsome face.

My words said no, but my body was already saying yes.

I'd been lonely too long. I wanted this. I needed this.

A forty-year-old woman, untouched for over a decade, suddenly awakened by Magnus's midnight invasion—I was completely overcome.

My parched body came alive instantly, like a snowcap starting to melt… and now I couldn't stop the avalanche.

"Auntie, you smell divine… I want to savor every inch of you."

Magnus's voice was equal parts seductive and wicked. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my body. His tongue flickered left and right, teasing and biting like a dragonfly skimming water, moving relentlessly downward.

"Mmm… Magnus… I'm begging you… stop…" My hands fluttered weakly, lightly gripping his hair. It was an affectionate gesture—anything but a real deterrent.

Magnus didn't answer. He just kept going. My pajama bottoms and panties were slowly pushed down to my ankles.

Then he buried his face between my thighs…

"Auntie… you taste exquisite."

"Mmm… don't… stop… mmm…"