My mother-in-law's Valentine's Day gift (Part 1)

Julie's water broke at 3:00 AM, marking the beginning of Luke's somewhat unlucky day.
Despite the fact that their eldest daughter, April, had been born a year earlier, and despite rigorous training in midwifery psychology early on, Julie still experienced a difficult labor. Her cervix was stuck for almost a day, and at 4:00 PM, when the baby's heart began to show signs of strain, the exhausted woman was rushed into the emergency cesarean section room. Luke was left to prepare for the arrival of his second child alone.
He paced anxiously down the corridor, seeking help from family and friends for some details. He pulled 25 cents from his pocket, took the receiver from the payphone on the waiting room wall, and dialed his home number, listening impatiently to the dial tone.
She answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello, this is the Posker family."
His mother-in-law's voice was soft and delicate, like a contented black panther grooming itself with its paws. Her dark hair and elegant, relaxed posture had once evoked similar associations in him.
She had once enjoyed a brief period of unparalleled fame; she was the West Coast's most celebrated ballad singer, with captivating dance moves, a signature red evening gown, and an ebony grand piano.
But that was before O. and Julie came along. After that, she married and devoted two years to motherhood. Then, as she tried to rebuild her life, she found her star had faded, her fans gone.
Now, she still shone brightly in her evening gown, but if anything, time had made her voice more mellow and refined, like a fine wine aged in a barrel.
But she knew that the opportunity for success had slipped away, and she tried to maintain a peaceful heart when recalling her glorious past.
On her mantel was a faded photograph of a piano and a voluptuous, athletic girl in a long red dress, sandwiched between Frankenstein and Canon (Translator's note: they were famous American jazz singers).
If anyone asked her about it, she would chuckle for a long time, then say in her provocative, slightly magnetic voice, "If I've ever done anything in the past, I'll let you know."
"Jackie, it's Luke. They just took Julie into the operating room."
"Calm down, you're all angry and out of breath, like you've twisted your ankle in the stirrup."
"That's the operating room, Jackie," he roared, making it obvious.
“Oh, really?” she replied, her tone softening slightly. “Twenty years ago, I was there exhausted, thinking a white stork had brought Julie into this world.”
“Oh, damn, I forgot, you went through that too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did, Luke. It’s nothing serious. She’ll wake up with a little stomach pain, but the baby will be beautiful, without those horrible red marks on her head, like she was pulled out by picnic tongs.”
“But I want to go in and be with her.”
“That’s so sweet, Luke, but believe me, after twelve hours of labor, she won’t even notice if you’re there or not.”
“I still don’t have faith in C-sections.”
“Oh, here we go again,” Jackie teased. “You were pouting earlier because they didn’t do an episiotomy.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll explain when you get home.”
“Are you going to stay there? It’s getting late, probably ten hours or more. You know I’m going to stay here until she’s healed, and then go back to be with her.”
“You can stay there if you need to. I’ll stay here; April’s playing in bed, so I decided to stay and keep her company.”
“You’re a gem, Jackie. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“That’s what a mother-in-law should do, baby, help you through this.”
She made a soft, trembling, slightly hoarse gurgling sound.
For a moment, Luke was lost in fantasy. Her voice was so beautiful, so alluring. It wasn’t a newly budding fantasy, but one that had always appeared in his dreams, during the time his wife was giving birth and he was forced to live a solitary life.
He found his mother-in-law incredibly alluring, yet at the same time, he felt she was so far away, so unattainable, a pipe dream.
“You’re amazing,”
he said in a low, hoarse voice, worried that his choked voice might give away his thoughts.
“Take care of yourself, baby,” she chuckled, “give her a deep kiss for me.”
“Okay, goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Luke,”
Valentine.
Constanz.
Bosco arrived in the world at 5:39 p.m., without her father's presence, on Valentine's Day. Mother and daughter were fine without complications, but Julie's blood pressure was abnormal, causing her recovery to take longer than expected.
About nine hours later, they brought her back to the ward where Luke was waiting.
"Are you the father?"
a stern-looking woman in a white coat, who looked like a specialist, snapped at him as she and two nurses moved Julie's bed in from the doorway.
"Yes, ma'am," he called, stepping aside.
"Go home, get some sleep, and come back tomorrow."
"But my wife," he protested.
"She?" the nurse scoffed, pointing a finger to the heavy mass lying under the pink hospital blanket. "We've given her a sedative; she'll sleep there until tomorrow morning. You can't help her here."
"Where's the baby?" he asked, peering curiously over the side of the bed, as if hoping to find the newborn next to her mother's pillow.
“In the nursery, where she should be, we don’t encourage C-sections until the day of surgery. If you want to see her, you must look through the nursery window.”
“The curtains are closed; visiting hours are over.”
“I’ll open them for you so you can catch a glimpse of her. She’s a beautiful girl, Miss Valentine. Her little head should be wrapped in something pink. You’ll be so proud of her.
”
The prophecy was quickly confirmed; he glanced at her, as if taking a hasty sip of wine.
Luke drove home through the empty streets, bewildered by his newborn daughter and awestruck by the challenges to come.
Luke entered the now darkened house and found Jackie in the living room, April on her shoulder.
“You look tired,” Jackie said, greeting him with a slight frown of concern.
April blinked, cheerfully, “Daddy,”
Jackie said, shifting the child to her other shoulder.
“What a grueling day.”
“I hope both mother and daughter are alright.”
“Thank goodness Julie’s asleep, but Valentine’s been awake for ages, so beautiful, just like her grandmother.”
“Oh, look at him, kid,” Jackie chuckled, playfully poking his chest with one hand. “Flattery always pays off, no matter where you are.”
Luke grinned shyly, then asked, “Where’s Oh?” He glanced around the room, trying to spot his father-in-law.
“At home, probably asleep in front of the TV as usual.”
“Didn’t he come with you?”
“Oh, he came, but you were out of beer, so he went home.”
April began to wriggle, trying to climb over Jackie’s shoulder, her churning knees pushing against her grandmother’s ample breasts.
“Oh, oh,” Jackie chuckled, hoisting the child onto her arm. “The little one looks tired; she’s reminding me in such a good way.”
“I’ll take her, if you’d like,” Luke offered, reaching out to take his daughter.
“No problem, Daddy. Oh, just kidding. You can help me change her diaper and then put her to bed.” “
Of course,” he said, and then he followed her upstairs to the nursery.
Not everyone is so lucky to have a mother-in-law like Jackie, he thought, secretly relieved. She was coming up the stairs, her jeans-clad bottom swaying alluringly before him, her hips rising and falling provocatively as she climbed the stairs. He wondered to himself how many grandmothers in the world still looked 30, and how many could make your mouth water just by wearing a tight denim outfit.
Jackie placed the baby in the cradle and began to undress her. Luke brought a warm, damp towel from the bathroom. Jackie removed the diaper and tossed it into the diaper bin, then took the towel from Luke and wiped the baby's bottom and between her thighs. Grabbing April's ankles, she lifted her bottom out of the cradle and held out her hand to Luke, saying, “Can I spray some dry cream on my hands?” Luke
did as she was told, squeezing a small amount of white ointment onto Jackie's hand. He watched as she deftly slipped her hand into the baby's bottom. April giggled with delight, her knees twitching reflexively. Jackie gently smeared the ointment in the baby's cleft, and her little bottom bounced in the air like a ball suspended by a rubber band.
"Oh God, I think she likes it,"
Jackie laughed, her hand still in the baby's cleft. "Likes it?" “Luke asked, leaning closer to the baby for a better view.
“Stroke her bottom,” Jackie whispered, swirling her hand over the baby’s bottom.
“It comes from the family, you know, like it’s hereditary,”
she continued, gently stroking April’s vulva, her eyes fixed on Luke as she spoke, the pressure of her gaze pressing against his chest.
Luke swallowed, his gaze shifting to Jackie’s hand, then back to her beautiful eyes. His heart tightened as she looked at him meaningfully. He tried to give a clever answer, but instead, like a canvas being drawn, a flicker of despair crossed his face. He muttered, “I suspect there might have been a slight mutation in the genetic material.” Jackie
glared at him immediately, her gaze strange, a mixture of surprise and mystery. She stared at him for a moment as he paced uncomfortably. She placed April on a clean diaper, securing her between the baby's legs, then turned to him, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. "This is terrible for Julie," she said. "
You mean, terrible for me," he murmured, turning away, avoiding her gaze.
"Poor child," she said in a soothing, low voice, "you look like you need a shower and a drink. Go take a shower, I'll bottle-feed April and put her to sleep, then I'll prepare your drink in the basement. How does that sound, big boy?" "It sounds like an
offer I can't refuse, madam."
"Good boy,"
she said softly, placing her hand on his arm and stepping closer, her arms encircling April, "never refuse your mother-in-law's suggestion."
“Yes, madam, I won’t,”
the touch of her hand gripped his heart, like a branding iron searing his skin.
“I know you won’t. Now hurry up, I have some things to do before you drink.” Luke
turned and ran down the hall into his bedroom, driven by an urgency he could neither explain nor resist. He took a five-minute shower, dried himself slightly, and then paused, unexpectedly placing his hand on the arm his mother-in-law had once touched. He tried to recall that moment, that fervent feeling he had once experienced. As he was about to leave the bathroom, his hand brushed his cheek and realized he hadn’t shaved for two days. He quickly shaved, then brushed his teeth. He ran his fingers through his hair, then grabbed a bottle of aftershave (a scented liquid used after shaving), sprayed it on his face twice, and then… He sprayed twice on his chest, then, on a whim, sprayed twice more on his groin.
He put on his bathrobe, fastening the belt as he went, and rushed down the stairs to the basement.

Jackie had arrived before him and was sitting on a stool at the bar waiting for him. The basement was dark, save for a few dim candlelight flickering and casting eerie, dancing shadows on the walls.
In the opposite corner from the bar, the lights on his stereo were on, and he could hear the deep beat—his favorite Mark
Anthony CD. He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, and when he opened them wide to focus, Jackie… She appeared in the dim light.
"My God!" he exclaimed inwardly. When his vision returned, his heart nearly leaped into his throat.
She slowly rose from her stool, facing him, extending her arm with a glass of wine in her hand.
She smiled, a smile that, even in the dim light, was enough to dazzle him. Only then did he realize she had changed her clothes; her jeans and loose top were gone, replaced by a women's nightgown.
The nightgown was so revealing; it would have been better if she hadn't worn anything at all.
The spaghetti-thin straps barely contained her heavy breasts.
Then, squinting, he could just make out the small, red nipples peeking through the thin fabric. It was exposed.
Her breasts were heavy and round, much larger than Julie's, pressing against her clothes.
In the darkness, her nipples, like two blackberries, protruded from her milky white breasts.
He lowered his gaze to the sheer hem of her nightgown at the top of her thighs.
Oh God, it was so short, far too short, only half the normal length.
As his gaze lecherously lingered on the folds of the nightgown, he saw the thick, bushy black pubic hair peeking out! He began to groan.
She moved closer and spoke to him, but his ears were filled with the sounds of his boiling blood, drowning out her words.
She moved closer and touched him; his mind went blank, filled with confusion.
“Here’s your drink, Luke,” she said gently, taking his hand and placing the cold glass in his limp hand. “Scotch on the rocks, a strong Scotch, isn’t it?”
Luke nodded, speechless, his eyes wide with disbelief. He
stared blankly as she turned and returned to her stool, his mind reeling with confusion and bewilderment: short black hair, an elegant, arched neck and back, broad shoulders that were beautifully feminine and seamlessly integrated with her broad back, a slender waist that gradually narrowed, followed by strikingly wide hips, a dimple in her back, and then a sudden rise in her buttocks, her alluring cheeks shimmering with a white sheen, firm and muscular, stretching and contracting with the movement of her legs. Half-naked beneath her thin nightgown, her thighs and calves taut and firm, she seemed like a living statue of a goddess, sculpted from jade, brought to life in his basement.
She returned to her seat, turned to face him, and leaned against the bar with one hand. She raised one leg, stood on tiptoe with the other, and placed half of her buttocks on the cushion of the stool, spreading her thighs apart. When she sat down again, her nightgown rode up, revealing her dark pubic hair.
"Oh dear,"
she giggled, tugging at the hem of her sheer nightgown, trying to cover her exposed pubic hair, then made a seemingly dignified gesture of helplessness, "I left my clothes at home and rushed here. This is all I could find in Julie's drawer. You don't think she'll mind if I borrow it tonight, do you?"
"I, um, aha, um, I guess not,"
he stammered, feeling utterly useless, but he also felt a surge of sexual excitement between his legs. His hands shook so violently that the ice in his glass clinked.
He finished his drink, mustered his courage, and clumsily made his way to the empty bar stool. Jackie watched intently as he climbed up. He tried to maintain his composure, one hand watching the loose opening in his robe, the other gripping his glass. But distraction can sometimes lead to trouble. The lifeless atmosphere was broken. Suddenly, unexpectedly, his stool wobbled precariously. He swallowed his pride and grabbed the bar counter to steady himself. He lunged at the bar's edge, his legs flailing in the air like a bicycle vendor.
Of course, in the chaos, his robe came undone, hanging down to his waist.
Jackie observed his disheveled state with a hint of interest, but as his robe opened, revealing his body, her gaze lingered on his thighs until he regained his balance. The way
his hand brushed against the hem of his robe, brushing against his inner thigh, snapped her out of her daze.
She felt her face flush, and a slight itch rose in her throat as she looked at him.
“Luke, be careful,”
she reminded him breathlessly after all the danger had passed. Luke looked at her shyly, and she gave him a flirtatious, fake smile. “It’s such a shame you hurt your back, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled softly with manly courage to mask his embarrassment, for she had made him no longer doubt her care.
“You need another one,” she noticed.
“Yes,” he agreed, clicking ice cubes into his empty glass. Jackie made him drink another one, more than the first time. They sat facing each other, their knees almost touching.
As they sipped their drinks, he began to describe the dramatic details of the day to her. She listened quietly, as mothers often do, understanding what her children cared about. But when the story reached the dangers of childbirth, she began to fidget. As she listened, she stretched her foot across the gap between them and curled her toes on the crossbar of his chair.
Sometimes, when he excitedly described something, his foot would lightly brush against her toes, a tingling sensation traveling from her thigh down to her lower abdomen. She listened to his story, gathering all the patience she could muster, knowing that interrupting would draw his attention. Finally, as his drink was almost finished, his voice faded.
He sat there quietly, lost in thought. Then, she rubbed his foot with her toes—not a casual, accidental touch, but a deliberate caress, a planned attempt to attract his attention.
His head jerked slightly, as if startled. She caressed his foot again with her toes, and he turned to look at her in astonishment. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Luke,” she said, her gaze piercing his eyes. Her unspoken message was to rekindle the passion he felt for past Valentine’s Days.
“Oh, damn it,” he sighed apologetically, “I suppose you and O’Herre were planning to spend the night together, weren’t you?”
“I don’t think so, darling,” she replied sarcastically, “O’Herre hasn’t thought of Valentine’s Day in the last fifteen years.”
“Back then, Julie was on a diet,” he complained, “She said she was too fat to even think of Valentine’s Day.”
“Poor child,” she said in a soft, low voice, full of warmth and concern, “No presents this year?”
“You’re right,”
he sighed, a bitter look of disappointment on his face.
He swirled his glass, taking another large gulp of whiskey to drown his sorrows.
“I guess that explains why a small size nightgown was hidden behind Julie’s underwear drawer,”
she said, suddenly lifting the nightgown to reveal her full breasts. Her swollen, round nipples seemed to wink at him through the thin fabric. She moved her toes to his feet, and he could feel them covering his instep. Compared to that, the feeling of her hand touching his arm seemed insignificant; he felt his insides shrink. He
stared at her nipples, initially barely noticing the nightgown, then his eyebrows arched in acknowledgment, muttering, “I gave her this for Valentine’s Day last time, but she only wore it once.”
“Children always make fathers seem insignificant, Luke,”
she replied with genuine sympathy, knowing how much maternal love Julie poured into April, and how Luke often found himself on the periphery of the family circle.
“You noticed?” he sighed, his voice tinged with frustration. “Of course I noticed. I haven’t been neglecting anything about you and Julie.”
“That’s good. April needs more attention.”
“Mmm,” she nodded understandingly, “that’s how fathers are in my memory.”
Luke didn’t answer, but stared intently at his glass, as if some mysterious secret of the universe would be discovered among the stacked ice cubes.
“I have a gift for you, Luke,”
she said, her voice slightly hoarse, trying to break the somber mood and change the subject. She began to implement her plan, deliberately targeting him, pinching his foot with her toes as the Scotch whisky gradually took effect.
“Wow?” he exclaimed in surprise. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to. I know Julie won’t give it, and I think my handsome son-in-law deserves a gift for Valentine’s Day.”
As she spoke, she straightened her back, turned her shoulder, and her breasts pressed against him, slightly flattened by the thin fabric, her berry-like nipples pushing against the fabric like tent poles.
“But, but, Jackie,” he stammered, flustered by his unexpectedness, “I didn’t prepare anything for you.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, her breathing heavy, her eyes fixed on him, her voice sweet with hints.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse.
“It’s alright,” she smiled gently, then pulled a small, wrapped gift bag from under the bar and handed it to him. “Open your gift.”
Bewildered, Luke looked at her, then at the gift. He felt a small measure of comfort; the bag was so small, so insignificant, barely the size of a toothpaste box. He consoled himself with a sliver of hope that it was just a symbolic gift. He picked up the bag, carefully untied the bow, and gently shook it near his ear. It made a dull, monotonous clicking sound. He looked at her mischievously.
“Oh, for God’s sake, keep opening it,”
her voice sharpened with impatience. She placed both feet on his shoulder, her heels trembling expectantly.
He carefully turned the package, examining the way it was opened. He brought it closer for a closer look, holding it up to the only dim candlelight on the bar counter. Then, next to the ribbon, he found Jackie's note. He squinted and read aloud, "To Luke, may all your dreams come true. Love, Jackie."
"That's so sweet, Jackie," he said, remembering he should be polite.
"Oh, well, hurry up and open it, okay? Tear it open and shake it out."
Her voice became excited, her toes darting around his feet. Somehow, as he focused on the package, she noticed the end of his belt and began tugging at it to urge him on.
"Okay, okay," he replied, quickly tearing open the outer wrapping—paper, ribbon, and cardboard—to appease her.
He turned the package upside down and shook it. A small white tube fell out of the open package with a thud into his hand. He leaned closer to look, then straightened up, frowning and looking at her with a puzzled expression.
“KY ointment, is this what I’ve been wanting for Valentine’s Day?”
“You’ll need it,” she replied mysteriously.
“What is it for?” he asked, sounding less like a joke.
“I learned something from you today, Mr. Burske, when you were in the hospital.”
“What are you talking about? What?” His eyes darted around the room, searching for clues.
“I was wandering around the house this morning, you know, trying to find some beer for Eugene, and I happened to find your porn tape hidden under the bar.”
“Huh?” he groaned dully, a flicker of fear creeping in.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“But the cupboard door was locked,” he said defensively, ignoring her teasing toes.
“It wasn’t locked this morning,” she corrected him, giving him a smile.
“Damn it!” he complained.
“You have a huge collection, kid.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you know, baby,” she whispered, tugging at his belt to get closer to him.
“It all belongs to a friend of mine. I’m just keeping it safe for him so his wife won’t find it.”
“Are you really that helpful?” she chuckled slyly. “What’s your friend’s name? I want to meet him.”
“Why?”
“Because I like him. That’s why. We have similar interests, the same thing, you know, we both like sexual perversions.”
“Sexual perversions?” His voice was hoarse, and his face began to show signs of distress.
“Yes, Luke, sexual perversions. If I may say, at least thirty sex movies, all on the same theme, definitely qualify as a sexual perversion.”
“I… I don’t know anything about sexual perversions,” he stammered, startled by her horrifying, unintentional use of the word 'perversion.'
“Perhaps you should learn more about your friend, you know, before you hide things for your friends.
You should do your research and find out what they’re most interested in,”
she replied, reaching for the VCR remote from the bar. As she fiddled with the remote, Luke’s eyes almost bulged with fear, fixed on the device.
“Jackie?” he protested, nearly strangling her as she pointed the remote at the TV.
“Don’t lie to me, baby, you really need to check. Your friend has some dangerous stuff.”

The TV screen across the room started crackling and heating up. As the screen gradually brightened, Luke could almost hear the rumbling drums and the executioner moving to the lever to trigger the trap at his feet. Oh God, oh dear, as the title appeared in the center of the screen, he was filled with terrified self-reproach. “Perverted Wedding Party,”
he read, feeling himself sinking. Oh, fucking! He remembered this one, better than any other videotape, about some guy playing with women’s anuses. Female guests were being gang-raped by a pervert who fucked them in various places—behind bushes, in the bathroom. Finally, the bride, under the pretext of changing her wedding dress, lifted the train of her long gown and threw herself onto the bed, letting the pervert fuck her asshole.
Luke's eyes were glued to the screen, but he knew Jackie was standing right beside him. The movie continued, and as she watched, her breathing became heavy. Instinctively, she tensed up, her toes barely able to move.
On the screen, the lecher was talking to a female guest, a pretty girl with long blonde hair, wearing an orange-green coat that barely covered her buttocks.
The girl was smiling and nodding, but the conversation was muffled.
That didn't matter, because Luke had memorized all the lines. The girl was eagerly agreeing to have sex with the lecher in the bathroom immediately.
Sure enough, the scene changed, and the next shot showed the girl leaning against the bathtub, getting intimate with the lecher, as if he had agreed to her request.
Soon.
He exposed her breasts and lifted her dress above her buttocks.
It was a summer wedding, so she wasn't wearing stockings, and in a second or two, he pulled her thin, strappy panties off her alluring thighs.
They started kissing, and he squeezed her buttocks like he was milking a cow.
At this moment, she was rubbing her vulva while groping all over him, trying to loosen his wide belt so she could unzip his pants. Then, he turned the pretty girl around and told her to bend over in the tub and spread her legs. Of course, she did as he said. The lecherous man squatted behind her and began to grope between her buttocks and thighs with his hands. When he rubbed her vulva, she couldn't take it for even a second, so she turned around and said something. Luke could read her lip movements: "Please, baby, play with me."
Then, the lecherous man placed his hands on the girl's buttocks and spread them apart, opening her cleft. Just then, the camera zoomed in to shoot a wide shot, focusing on a close-up of the world's sweetest, pinkest little anus.
It was a tiny thing, not much bigger than a dime. It was smooth, really smooth, as if there were almost no or only one or two tiny wrinkles on it, and there wasn't a single hair around it.
Of course, this didn't include the pubic hair covering her vulva, where the lecherous man was using his hand to gradually arouse her.
The camera then pulled back, showing the lecherous man leaning towards the pretty girl's swaying buttocks. He moved closer and closer, very calmly, holding the audience's suspense. Suddenly, his face pressed between her buttocks, his tongue darting out, licking her anal cleft, trying to push his tongue upwards into that tiny anus. And just like that, the girl began to go wild, shaking her head and letting her blonde hair fly everywhere. Then she arched her buttocks, begging the lecherous man to penetrate her anus with his penis.
"Jesus Christ, this is so obscene," Jackie gasped. Luke turned to look at her, but she didn't notice; the scene on television had captured her attention, and for the moment she had ignored his presence.
The lecherous man stood up, groping under his wide belt for the zipper pull on his pants. As he reached for his penis, the girl glanced at him, her eyes filled with fear and a hint of wanting to give up. He told her to masturbate first until he was ready to fuck her. Of course, Jackie couldn't hear anything, but she quickly understood, because the girl immediately reached into her thighs, parted her labia, and began to rub her clitoris.
Jackie could see the girl's reflection in the mirror above the bathtub, creating a detached, somewhat distant visual effect for the audience. She began to lightly flick her fingers at her clitoris.
At this moment, the lecherous man unzipped his pants and began groping for his penis inside his shorts. After a while, his hand pulled out a large penis, somewhere between a python and a baseball bat.
“Oh God!”
Jackie gasped as she saw the lecher’s penis. Luke glanced at her out of the corner of his eye; beads of sweat were already forming on her face. She bit her lip and wiped the sweat from her chin with the back of her hand. Her buttocks writhed on the cushion, as if there were thorns or something underneath her. He could feel the heat emanating from her almost naked skin.
Luke felt himself boiling over. His penis swelled, hard as an iron bolt. He had to cross his legs to hide his erection, not letting it peek out. Jesus, he prayed silently. He had watched this movie a thousand times, gotten erections hundreds of times because of it. When he was alone, in the middle of the night, or when Julie was out shopping, she would never approve. Never, not even a little bit. She always pushed him away, saying it was too filthy, too obscene. Every time he finished watching a pornographic video, she would ignore him for weeks.
Oh, Julie, he thought, as a woman's distinctive scent wafted over, and the image of Julie's mother flashed into his mind. Jackie was here, so close he could feel, smell, and hear her. She wasn't repulsive; rather, she was intoxicating. Her gaze followed the screen every moment, filled with wonder and eager anticipation. Her tongue nervously licked her lips, quickly wetting them, just to dry them with her forearm later.
She stared at the girl on the screen, panting, sighing, moaning, her chair creaking. As the girl's hand began to caress her vulva, he noticed Jackie's hand rise and begin to fidget with her swollen nipples.
The lecher's lips were moving; you could see his face behind the girl's reflection in the mirror. The girl's eyes were wide, looking somewhat frightened.
"He's telling her to get his cock wet,"
Luke explained, reading the lecher's lip movements aloud.
Jackie heard his voice and turned sharply to look at him, as if she had forgotten him. "Goodness,"
she groaned in pain, placing her hands on his bare thighs, moving them up to the hem of his robe. The allure of the sight captivated her, and she turned away, letting herself fall back into the lecher's adventure.
The lecher placed his hands on the girl's shoulders, forcing her to turn to face him. His penis protruded from the opening of his pants like a small twig. The girl stared at it with surprise and confusion. As she rubbed her vulva, he grabbed her hands and placed them on his penis. Then he kissed her. She closed her thighs, clamping her legs around the tip of his penis, increasing his erection. He was sucking on her breasts, gently biting her nipples. After a while, he withdrew his large penis, staring intently into the girl's eyes as he pointed at it.
“He made her suck his cock,”
Luke whispered helpfully, feeling Jackie respond by gripping his thighs. His own cock throbbed with a throbbing pain he’d never felt before. He shifted his hips, hoping to get Jackie’s attention, but she didn’t notice.
The girl knelt before the lecher and placed her hands on his large cock. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks with the swollen, purplish glans, leaving trails of spiderweb-like pre-ejaculate on her pretty lips and cheeks. She brushed the glans with her lips, then licked the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. The lecher mumbled, moving his hand through the girl’s golden curls, pulling her face closer to his cock. She opened her mouth wide, her lips and chin parted, and took his cock in, shoving as much as she could into her mouth.
Luke glanced at Jackie out of the corner of his eye. Her mouth was agape, her lips wet with saliva, and she stared in disbelief, her breathing slightly labored. As she stared at the screen, she slipped her hand inside her pajamas, excitedly caressing her nipples.
The girl moved her mouth, beginning to lick the thick, large penis of the lecherous man. Her saliva quickly coated the dark, veined surface. Her hands were already impatiently sliding over his shaft, feeling its smoothness.
She wet it again and again, too busy to speak. When she licked the swollen glans for the third time, saliva dripped from her mouth.
He then pulled the girl off her knees and made her stand, facing the mirror again. He moved behind her and gently nudged her vulva with his penis. She nodded and smiled as he spoke, his arms around her back.
“He’s telling her to spread her ass so he can fuck her,”
Luke volunteered, starting to give a detailed report like a sports commentator at a football stadium. He thought it was a bit silly, but Jackie’s tight grip on his thigh dispelled his doubts. “Oh God, baby, she’s so, so, so, so horny,”
Jackie blurted out, her fingernails digging into his flesh.
The blonde beauty spread her ass apart, revealing her deep asshole. The lecherous man moved in slightly, touching her anus with his large penis. The excited girl’s feet bounced on the greaseproof floor. It was obvious that the lecherous man’s penis touching her anus was extremely arousing for this little darling.
The lecherous man began to push, trying to insert his glans into her body, but he made little progress. His penis became slightly bent, and soon he had the girl's breasts hanging in the tub, pressed against the tub wall, her cheeks facing the mirror, her head turned to one side. The lecherous man pulled back a little, letting the girl slide down the tub wall slightly, readjusting her position. At this point, she gripped the faucet handles with both hands, letting her relax her body, if he really wanted to.
Now, Luke knew that the old man had made about fifty movies in his acting career, and he knew enough about anal sex that he could probably find an asshole in a dark room full of nuns and insert it, so manipulating this girl was no problem at all. The lecherous man wedged his thumb between the two white buttocks, and in the blink of an eye, the dark bottom of her slit filled the screen. Her little asshole looked wet and smooth, contracted into folds, waiting to be kissed.
Then, a penis appeared on the screen, its large glans taking up the entire screen, looking three or four times larger than the anus he was about to fill. It began drilling into her small anus, forcing her buttocks apart. Pre-ejaculate flowed from the glans, soaking her buttocks. Luke knew there was going to be a long, drawn-out moaning and groaning, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to sound like a fool trying to explain.
Luke glanced furtively at Jackie; her eyes were wide open, biting her lower lip. She pulled up her nightgown, exposing her breasts, revealing what had been hidden below. She twisted one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, letting out a slightly comical giggle.
He could see her bare abdomen remained flat and smooth, her hairy vulva and skin glistening with sweat. Did she not care about his presence at all? She gave no clear indication.
He forced his hand away from her, and she shuddered, leaning forward closer to the television. He forced his attention back to the screen.
The woman lay half-reclined in the bathtub, her arms outstretched like levers, her hands bent, gripping the faucet tightly. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, as if she were practicing childbirth. The lecherous man thrust his penis into her body like a pile driver. With the swaying of her large breasts, half of his large glans wedged into her anus. The lecherous man grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her forcefully; his muscles were so strong they seemed to almost burst the sleeves of his suit jacket.
The camera zooms in and switches to another close-up, the tiny anus trying to swallow the lecher's enormous cock filling the entire screen. It's ridiculous, fucking an anus like that, Luke thought, recalling what he'd learned from spending hours watching movies depicting it. He'd tried it briefly before; it was easy. Then, as he looked up, the woman's taut sphincter began to relax, and a tiny part of the lecher's large cock disappeared inside. At first, it was slow, so slow it was almost imperceptible, but after a minute of pushing and pulling in and out of the poor woman's anal ring, suddenly the old man thrust his glans into her ass. The lecher paused there, the large glans almost completely inside, because he was inserting the largest part of his cock, and he enjoyed the moment when his first co-stars were calculating what was about to happen to their anuses.
He pulled back, withdrawing almost his entire glans, watching the small hole close as he pulled out.
He inserted his penis back into the same spot. The anus, which had only relaxed for a moment, now had to tighten intensely. He pulled it out again, and the anus relaxed again. If you really looked closely, you could see that the woman's anus had never truly closed this time. Thus, when the lecherous rod was inserted again, her anus had opened slightly, and the glans could move freely.
Scotch whisky, pornographic films, and three months of celibacy were brewing in Luke's mind, like a lizard's eye and a frog's tongue in a witch's furnace. The poor guy began to break down. He slid his hands down to his inner thighs, desperately trying to suppress the raging lust rising in his large penis through some means.

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