Risky Creampie Sex with My Best Friend's Mom While He Slept Nearby - Part 4

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My heart raced as I heard Arjun entering his room, leaving me alone with Aunty Anjali in the living room for what felt like an eternity. But she didn't let the tension deter her from wanting more – so much more.

As we lay there on the sofa where it had all begun just days ago, she finally made her move. With Arjun safely tucked away, she straddled my waist and ground herself against me slowly at first before picking up speed. Her tits bounced with each thrust as I reached up to cup them, rolling her nipples between my fingers while fucking her deeper still.

"Loud," Aunty Anjali whispered urgently in my ear, making sure to muffle her words for Arjun's benefit.
I picked up the pace, pounding into her mercilessly. "You love this," I hissed back – knowing full well she did.

It wasn't long before Aunty Anjali began to shake beneath me, her pussy clenching my cock tightly as she came loudly with a groan. But even in that moment of climax, we both knew the danger was far from over.

There were times when footsteps sounded outside or Arjun's voice called out somewhere down the hall. Each time our hearts nearly stopped – and yet, nothing ever seemed to come of it.

Our sex continued unabated despite these close calls – each new encounter making us bolder and more daring in our locations. I fingered her under the dining table during family dinner, my hand rubbing circles over her clit beneath the surface as we tried to stifle our moans. Aunty Anjali was so wet for me that night; I knew she'd be coming soon.

"Fuck," she hissed as I slid a third finger into her tight asshole before pumping it in and out while teasing her pussy lips with my thumb. "Don't stop."

As dinner came to an end, we made our way to the guest bathroom – leaving Arjun playing his games solo upstairs. She locked the door behind us and promptly dropped to her knees on the tiled floor.

"Your turn," she said with a sly smile as I kicked off my shoes in anticipation of what was to come.

The guest bath had an open door, which added a new level of risk to our encounter – but it didn't deter either one of us. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around me that time seemed to stand still.

We continued our illicit affair throughout the day and into late evening as Arjun stayed locked away in his room, oblivious to the sexual shenanigans happening all around him.
The climax came when we finally managed to sneak back into the living room sofa where it had begun days ago. Exhausted but far from done with each other, Aunty Anjali straddled me once again – her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode my cock with reckless abandon.

"Loud," she reminded me urgently, her voice barely above a whisper to muffle for Arjun's benefit upstairs.

"Fuck yeah!" I replied, grabbing onto the sofa arms for leverage while driving into her relentlessly. "You're such an slutty MILF whore, Anjali."

"I am your personal slut now," she agreed breathlessly before leaning down to take me in her mouth, gagging and choking on my dick as if trying to suck every last drop of cum from me.

But our passion was too strong – we couldn't help ourselves. She came hard once again beneath the living room lights, squirting all over my cock this time. Then, I followed suit with a powerful orgasm that left both of us gasping for air.

Lying naked and sweaty on that sofa in the fading light, Aunty Anjali rested her head against my chest – her breasts heaving as she caught her breath amidst the aftermath of our lovemaking. "I can't get enough," she whispered fervently.
"Neither can I," I admitted, stroking her hair gently as we basked in the afterglow.

"This isn't just sex anymore," Aunty Anjali murmured against my chest. "You're addictive."

"I want you every chance I get," I confessed honestly – realizing for myself that this had become a raging obsession.

As our naked bodies intertwined on the sofa, it dawned on me that we'd reached a turning point in our forbidden affair.
We were no longer just sneaking around for kicks; we needed each other desperately now. And with Arjun stuck upstairs playing his games all weekend long, there was little chance of getting caught – which made everything feel even more thrilling.

The reality hit me hard: I might never be able to stop seeing her, let alone fucking her.
Aunty Anjali had become an addiction; this MILF slut was now my ultimate vice. And as we lay there in the fading light on that sofa where it all began for us – both of our hearts pounding with the knowledge that Arjun could walk downstairs at any moment – I knew we were heading into dangerous territory.

This affair might just consume me entirely, leaving nothing but lust and emptiness in its wake. Yet even contemplating such consequences couldn't deter me from wanting more; Aunty Anjali had unleashed a beast inside me, something wild and uncontrollable that only she could satiate.

"We'll figure it out," she whispered into my chest once we'd finally gotten dressed – our clothes clinging to us as if to remember every sweat-drenched detail of this illicit weekend.
I nodded in agreement, though deep down I feared our insatiable lust might be the death of me. Little did I know just how true that was.