"Hmmm– yesss! Suck my tit harder like a good boy-Hmmmm , you suck so good! Yesss!" Her voice rang loud and illicit. Rubbing Miles’ head, she encouraged him.

"Yessss-! Suck mommy’s tit so good and squeeze it like an orange - Hmmmm-, it’s yours baby." Her motherly ego had been triggered alongside the slutty girl within her that had been restrained since her childhood.

In a frenzied feast to satisfy his hunger for the softness of her boobs, Miles sucked so hard that every part of her boobs he latched onto developed a red spot.

"Hmmmm-"

Helen moaned like a hentai character. Gripping Miles head tightly, she fed him her other boob that was beginning to feel left out.

The instant he latched onto her boobs, her eyes clouded and she cried out helplessly.

" Ahhhhhhhh!"

There was no holding back anymore, Helen was totally absorbed in the bliss, ignoring the fact that her once fair big round boobs had become red. Reddish bite marks decorating it like stickers.

"Hmmmmmm." Suddenly her breath trembled, the itch between her legs had gotten unbearably intense, her whole body heated in desire.

Helen’s closed eyes and lips trembled. Quivering, she needed Miles’ head to suck her tits, unable to get enough of teeth, tongue and the hard squeeze of her breasts like it was a loaf of bread.

Instinctively, her fingers found their way between her legs, kneading her clitoris through her panties, her fingers rubbing her pussy, feeling the slimy moist leaking through it.

" Hmmmmmmnm–" she jerked. Instead of calming the itch, the sensation actually got worse.

Suddenly, a part of her thoughts shread from the hazy lust, bringing her to realize the shame of what she had done.

’What am I doing?’

’No, no, no. This is uncultured, I can’t possibly be doing this.... Helen!’

Her conscience pleaded, she couldn’t bear the torture of the itch.

Realizing this, Helen’s mind flashed to a memory of her parents’ heated moment last night despite their old age.

’Then why shouldn’t I...’ She thought, feeling maltreated.

’Remember, you’re a widow. Helen.’ Her conservative sanity screamed at her.

’Yes, and I haven’t tasted dick or slept with anyone in four years. Even my parents have happy moments like that... Why can’t I? I’m sure he wants me to be happy too. I can’t... I can’t hold it back anymore.’

She screamed back at her thoughts too, using her late husband as defence.

She was going through a heated battle within her, one of ideas and emotions.

Whenever she tried to think, her body would squirm in rejection, protesting to what it desperately needed, for that itch to disappear.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, the equilibrium broke.

Helen jerked, her body arched 20cm upward, her eyes widened, her mouth unable to close, and her hand shot to hold Miles wrist a moment after he made contact with her pussy, with the effect of Blissful Hands sending a slight electrical surge through.

" What are you doing?"

The fog of lust cleared from her eyes, disbelief filling them as she realised what he wanted to do. To be honest, despite how horny she was, she had never considered doing it with Miles, because of one reason. There was no way he would decide to sleep with an old pussy like hers, why would he? She was way expired for him.

It was another round of self doubt and derision, but Miles didn’t realise this.

’Shit!’ he cursed, thinking the aphrodisiac hadn’t worked well enough.

Letting go of her tits, he faced her with a stunned look.

"Miss..." he began. "...you seem like you were struggling to do it yourself, so I decided to help you out." Despite hating himself for explaining instead of outright taking control, Miles still did it and her next statement and reaction made him speechless.

Her face was already flushed, but the fact that she was blushing quite heavily at this moment couldn’t be hidden.

"By... by rubbing me there?" She stuttered cutely, struggling to phrase the particular word.

’What the fuck? Is she doubting her pussy right now? Well, this is going to be easy.’

Realising what it was, Miles completely eased his mind.

After repeatedly going through this same phase, he now knew how to quickly pass this stage.

"Yes, is there anything wrong?" He asked, feigning an innocent tone that made her feel guilty.

"But..." Helen visibly hesitated and continued.

"... It’s dirty. I’m old, it’s no good putting your fingers there. Don’t you feel disgusted by it." Her voice quivered at the end.

’Damn, I wonder if she would have felt me fucking her good if I hadn’t cured her thighs.’

While wanting to smack his face at her question, Miles had a random thought.

" Old?" Miles spoke like he had heard the most incredulous thing in the world. His expression featuring her self doubt.

To further prove his point, Miles let go and stood on his feet.

Before Helen’s widened eyes at his bulge, he began loosening his pants.

"What... what are you doing?"

She stuttered meekly but didn’t dare to look away, her eyes were glued to his action with curiosity.

Miles didn’t respond and pulled out his fully erect 7 inch cock, that perfectly fit in palm.

The room fell into still silence . Helen’s eyes glued to the pulsating thing, shocked that a young boy like Miles could actually possess such an instrument. If only he could make her sing with it.

"You see this?" Miles asked and shook his dick with his palm wrapped around its base.

Unable to mutter a word, it was Helen’s turn to listen attentively like an obedient bitch. She nodded cutely with a curious look of interest written all over her face, masking the desire beneath.

"...You made me like this." Miles said and met her gaze, shaking his dick as he continued.

"Ever since I saw you, you caused this to rise. I couldn’t contain my thoughts around you so it got bigger and bigger till it became this hard. Torturing me inside my pants... Do you know why?"

Helen was so dazed by what he just said that she responded a moment later, feeling her self-esteem shoot through the roof.

"Because it wants to enter there."