Chapter 163 - 162: Stella Looking For Love 3

Chapter 163: Chapter 162: Stella Looking For Love 3

Owen sat calmly on the edge of the bed—the exact same mattress where the wild second phase of his conquest had taken place just last night.

Creak...

The heavy wooden door swung open slowly, revealing a stunning mature woman standing in the doorway. She was nervously covering her lush, exposed tits with one arm while pressing her slender thighs tightly together in a futile attempt to hide her bare, dripping entrance.

Stella is doing her best to hide her busty body...too bad. Owen loves her more when she acted like shy and antsy...she got her own appeal.

"Sister... I knew you would come," Owen murmured softly, standing up from the bed and opening his broad arms wide to invite her into a warm embrace.

"D-don’t stare at me like that, Owen... I’m so embarrassed to reveal my old, saggy body to a young man like you..." Stella stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Yet, despite her shy words, her eyes darted straight down to his massive, erect cock—the very same monstrous shaft she had been feverishly stroking just moments ago!

"Don’t ever speak about yourself like that, Sister," Owen purred gently, taking a step toward her. "How could you possibly refer to such a heavenly, breathtaking body as ’old and saggy’?"

"Ahnn... but I am old," Stella blushed furiously, her fingers instinctively wandering down to tease her own erect nipples. She felt a wave of intense, uncontrollable heat spreading through her veins. "I know you’d much rather look at the firm, sexy bodies of the young women in the city..."

"Haha, you really are so predictable, Sister," Owen laughed softly. "Why don’t you come a little closer? I want to feel your warmth right now... We’re going to have a very long, lovely conversation together, aren’t we?"

He offered her a predatory smile as his thick shaft twitched rhythmically, almost as if nodding in agreement with every word coming out of his mouth.

"O-okay..." Stella yielded, her legs moving almost on their own as she walked toward him with slow, hesitating steps.

"Up you go! Hehe, my lovely sister is acting so shy today," Owen chuckled, effortlessly wrapping his strong arms around her waist and lifting her right off her feet until their bare bodies flushed together.

"Ngh! D-don’t lift me like that, Owen! I’m far too heavy..."

"Are you serious, Sister? Heh, you’re so light that it barely feels like I’m holding anything at all!"

"C-cheeky as ever... You really love teasing your sister, don’t you...?" Her anxious mood melted away instantly, replaced by a deep sense of fluttering excitement. The firm, fiery embrace of her nephew was more than enough to turn her whole world upside down.

Finally, after waiting for so long, her deepest, most forbidden desires were finally coming to fruition.

My Owen... Ahh, I feel like I’m completely losing my mind... His massive tool is pressing directly against my stomach... Stella gasped inwardly. The sheer length of his cock stretched all the way from her upper thigh up to her abdomen, radiating an intoxicating, throbbing heat against her bare skin.

"Hug me back, Sister. I know you’ve been dying to hold me," Owen coaxed into her ear.

"Ngnn... Am I really that transparent of a woman? How could you possibly know that...?"

"Hehe, I’ve known you inside and out ever since I was a little kid, Sister. Don’t you think asking that is a bit of a silly question?" Owen smiled warmly, feeling her hardened nipples pressing firmly against his chest.

"Ahnn... Fair enough... but don’t call my feelings silly," she pouted softly, her eyes glistening. "You know I’m not an easy woman to capture..."

"Hmm? So are you saying I’m trying to capture you, Sister? Aren’t you assuming a little too much?" Owen asked with exaggerated surprise, impressed that she was bold enough to take the initiative.

"Nghn... Is it really an assumption? Just look at what we’re doing right now..." Stella whispered, sliding her delicate arms around his broad back, her fingers gently tracing the muscles of his spine in a slow, seductive rhythm.

"You mean like this?" Owen purred, rhythmically rubbing his thick shaft back and forth against her dripping center.

"D—don’t do that...! Your... your thing is touching my private area..." she gasped in protest, though her small frame was completely pinned against him, rendering her feeble attempt to push away entirely useless.

"Hmm... but this is what true lovers do, Sister."

"W—we aren’t lovers... We shouldn’t be doing such bad, sinful things..." she whimpered, her gaze completely locked onto his hypnotic eyes and luscious lips. She was utterly trapped, completely unable to break away from his intense aura.

"Then how about we announce to the entire world that we’re lovers, Sister? That would be absolutely wonderful," Owen smirked, closing the distance between their faces until their lips were barely inches apart.

He could feel her rapid, trembling breath fanning across his skin, her body practically vibrating in anticipation of a passionate kiss.

I can’t hold back any longer...! Stella screamed mentally, abandoning the last remnants of her self-control. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips forcefully against his.

Smooch... supp... supp... smooochh!

Their lips intertwined in a wet, wild clash, sucking and tasting each other as if the world were going to end tomorrow. Stella sucked his mouth so intensely that her cheeks hollowed out completely from the sheer force of the kiss.

Ahh, you certainly know how to make me work for it, Stella, Owen thought with satisfaction. He slid his hands upward along her ribcage, his broad palms greedily scooping up her massive, heavy breasts. His fingers sank deep into her soft flesh with every knead.

Thank the heavens above for breasts like these! Perfect, round mounds with a divine softness that never disappoints... I want to bury my face in them forever!

Owen nipped lightly at her lower lip before pulling back just enough to catch his breath.

"Pwah! Supp... supp... Your lips taste so intoxicatingly sweet, Sister," Owen praised, immediately leaning back in to capture her mouth again, refusing to give her a single second to escape.

Puff!

He sank down onto the edge of the bed, bringing her along with him so that she landed squarely in his lap. Her slender legs locked securely around his waist while her arms clung tightly to his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered entirely to the mood.

"Ngnn... You are unbelievable, Owen... Ahn! You’re far too good at kissing..."

"I’m naturally gifted when it comes to pleasing a woman, Sister. Let’s kiss more... I want to savor every single drop of your taste."

"Nghn, ahnn, ahnn... You’re going to turn me into a shameless slut..."

"Oh... I’m so sorry about that, Sister," he teased with a mischievous grin.

"Don’t you dare apologize! Just kiss me more... I don’t want lukewarm words right now! Kiss me like a real lover... ahnn, ahnn!" Stella cried out, taking total control as she began to ride his lap, her perfectly contoured hips rolling against him like fluid waves.

Damn, you really know what you’re doing, Sister! You’re an absolute natural at riding! Owen thought, his hands gripping her heavy breasts even harder. No matter how many mature women he bedded, the absolute supremacy of a fine pair of tits would always reign supreme.

"Nghn, ahnn, ahnn... Your thing is so huge, Owen... How can something like this even exist...? Supp... supp..."

"It exists purely for your pleasure, Auntie... And don’t just call it a ’thing.’ Call it what it really is—a massive, twelve-inch cock," Owen growled playfully into her ear.

Stella accelerated the pace of her lower body, grinding her dripping entrance directly against the head of his throbbing shaft.

"Supp... supp... A dick... a cock... Nghn, what horribly obscene words, Owen..."

"They aren’t obscene at all, Sister—it’s the absolute truth. I know your late partner was never able to satisfy you like this."

"Nghn, ahnn, ahn! Please don’t say such disrespectful things about my late husband..." Stella whimpered weakly, unable to truly defend the man when her body was betraying her so completely.

"My bad, Sister. Hehe, will you ever forgive me?" Owen asked, his broad hands clamping tightly onto her supple waist, guiding her hips into a full-throttle, rhythmic motion that mimicked crashing ocean waves.

"Ngnn, ahn... Yes! I forgive you... so please, let’s stop talking and just begin!"

Stella moved her lower body at a feverish pace, grinding her drenched entrance directly against his massive, throbbing shaft.

"Supp... supp... A dick... a cock! Nghn, what horribly obscene words, Wen..."

"That’s not obscene at all, Sister. This is the absolute truth," Owen purred smoothly. "I know your late partner was never able to satisfy a hungry woman like you."

"Nghn, ahnn, ahn! Don’t say such disrespectful things about my late husband!" Stella whimpered weakly. She couldn’t truly defend the man when her body was betraying her so completely, but that Chapter of her life was already settled.