Chapter 387: Lights Out 2
Because of her moan, I noticed Hannah taking out her smartphone. I realized she must want to use the flashlight, so before she could, I whispered in Julie’s ear, my lips brushing against her skin, “I am going to be invisible from now on…”
I used my INVISIBILITY power to beco unseen, my form fading from view. Hannah pointed her phone’s flashlight at Julie, and where I had been sitting, the sudden beam of light cut through the darkness. “Mom… where did Jack go?” she asked, her voice thick with surprise and confusion.
Julie hovered slightly in the air, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Hannah, busy in the kitchen, was oblivious to her mother’s unusual levitation as I was invisibly beneath her.
Julie’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of desire and nervousness. “He… hmm, he has gone to the washroom,” she stamred, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around as if searching for . Her cheeks were flushed, her body trembling with the effort of keeping her composure.
Julie’s thoughts were a whirlwind of lust and embarrassnt. [What if Hannah sees us? What if she knows what we’re doing? Oh god, his cock is so hard… I need him inside … I need to feel him, to touch him… It’s so wrong, but I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop…]
I chuckled inwardly at Julie’s thoughts. [What do you expect
to say, Hannah? That he is poking his cock against your mother, Hannah… Jack is also really punishing
like that… and teasing .] Her thoughts raced, a mix of embarrassnt and desire. I could feel her heart pounding, her body trembling with need.
In my invisible state, I could feel Julie’s body trembling against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps and pants, her chest heaving with anticipation. The sensation was intoxicating, her warmth seeping through our clothes, her body responding to my touch with a desperate, needy tremble. I moved my hands to her waist, my fingers tracing the curve of her skin, feeling the softness and the heat, the silkiness of her flesh beneath my touch. Her body arched and writhed, her movents a silent, desperate plea for more, her ass grinding against my throbbing cock, the friction driving us both wild with desire.
I could feel her heartbeat, the rapid rhythm matching my own, her body a perfect fit against mine, her curves molding to my form as if we were made for each other.
My cock, confined within my pants, pressed against her, the heat of my arousal searing through the fabric of our clothes, the ridge of my head rubbing against her in slow, deliberate circles, the friction a teasing promise of what was to co.
I opened my zipper, freeing my throbbing cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of my arousal, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. I was lost in the mont, lost in the sensation, lost in the desire, my cock a throbbing, aching need that demanded release, demanded to be buried deep inside her, to feel her warmth, her wetness, her tightness.
Suddenly, the lights flickered back on, the sudden brightness a stark contrast to the intimate darkness we had been shrouded in, a reminder of the world outside of our private bubble, our secret, forbidden encounter.
I realized Elyas must have changed the fuse of the circuit board by now, his presence a sudden intrusion into our intimate mont, our private, forbidden world.
Sure enough, I saw Elyas coming in, his presence a sudden intrusion into our intimate mont. Julie, ever the quick thinker, suddenly stood up, her body trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter. She knew that even though I was invisible, I was still physically present. If Elyas saw her, he would see her hovering above the chair, a sight that would undoubtedly raise questions.
If Elyas saw her, he would see her hovering above the chair, a sight that would undoubtedly raise questions, a sight that would betray our secret, our forbidden encounter.
I didn’t say anything, my presence a silent, invisible shadow in the room, my cock a throbbing, aching need that demanded to be buried deep inside her, to feel her warmth, her wetness, her tightness.
I road my hand on Julie’s ass, a possessive, desperate gesture that made her gasp, a soft, needy “hmmm” escaping her lips, her body trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter, her body a testant to the pleasure we had shared, the pleasure we were still to share.
She took her plate and mine, a sense of urgency in her movents, a need to maintain the illusion of normalcy, the illusion of innocence, the illusion of a world untainted by our secret, our forbidden encounter.
Elyas, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, the air thick with desire, with need, with the scent of our arousal, said as he ca over, his voice a sudden, jarring intrusion into our intimate mont, our private, forbidden world, “I don’t know what happened. The fuse was burned… I just changed the fuse…”
Hannah, still in the kitchen, her presence a comforting constant, a reminder of the world outside of our secret, our forbidden encounter, called out, her voice a sudden, jarring intrusion into our intimate mont, our private, forbidden world, “Dad, you’re great! You did a good job…”
I chuckled inwardly at her words, a sense of irony washing over , a sense of amusent at the situation, at the complex web of secrets and desires, of deception and truth that we were weaving, that we were navigating, that we were embracing.
Yeah, he’s so great with a green forest over his head, I thought, a smirk playing on my lips. My cock was a throbbing, aching need that demanded to be buried deep inside Julie, to feel her warmth, her wetness, her tightness. I wanted to feel her body trembling against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps and pants, her body a perfect fit against mine, her curves molding to my form as if we were made for each other.
Elyas, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, asked curiously, “Hmm, where is Jack?”
Hannah, quick on her feet, replied, “He went to the washroom.”
Elyas nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. “I’ll go take a shower,” he said, heading towards his bedroom.
As Elyas left the room, Julie took the plates, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. I slowly stood up, my eyes locked on the sway of her hips as she moved towards the kitchen, where Hannah was busy arranging the plates and bowls in the dishwasher. The sight of Julie’s ass was tantalizing, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to feel her warmth against my skin.
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