"Uncle! Auntie is helping me sort out some things! She asked me to fill the hole in the wall of the barn!" Owen wasn’t even worried about getting caught.

His aunt, Morenne, slurped down the final speck of cum from his shaft, leaving it glistening in the reflection of the morning sunlight...a perfect cleanup using her tongue.

"Ohh!! Is that so, Owen? I’m on my way, you don’t need to trouble yourself with that!" The man was delighted to hear that Owen was ’assisting’ Morenne with such a chore.

’ Of course, Uncle, I’m a good man, after all. So helping someone, especially my aunt, is not a chore... keke.’

"Take your time, Uncle, and find what you’re looking for! Auntie is already cleaning up the mess, so you don’t have to worry!" Owen shamelessly shouted back as he inspected his clean pole... ready to jingle again.

It remained rock-hard, though the timing was undeniably bad... a shoving behind the back of the barn was simply not possible.

"Is that so? Then I need to get searching. I’ll head over once I find what I’m looking for, Owen!" The man stepped further into the barn, searching for the item he had forgotten to bring.

He was deeply satisfied to have such a helpful young man around. Where else could he find a boy assisting his wife with chores?

Polite, helpful youths were a rare breed nowadays, so knowing Owen was one of them made him genuinely happy.

Unfortunately... the chore was completely different.

"I think we can manage another round, Auntie. I’m certain Uncle will take quite a while to locate his missing item." Owen lightly slapped his shaft against her face, turning her already flushed cheeks an even deeper shade of crimson.

Calling her a fully ripened tomato would be even more accurate. "And... my cock is still nowhere near satisfied, Auntie."

"Y-you already cummed two... times..."

"I can last for countless times, Aunt~ so it’s nothing to be amazed by..."

"I’m... not... amazed..." She turned her head away while gulping hard.

The thing right in front of her face was like heaven and earth compared to her husband’s tool.

"Oh, then don’t you want it anymore, Aunt~?" Owen touched her chin; he wanted to see her expression.

"N-no, I w-want it..."

’Whoa!! Not even trying to hide your feelings... hoho, how pent-up you must be feeling, Aunt, to say that~’

"Then please give me another, Aunt... It’s still as rigid as a metal pole even after giving me two blowjobs. I think you need to take full responsibility for working it up into this state." Owen slapped her cheeks with it again, letting the heavy, thick cock bounce against her soft skin.

Her cheeks were so soft that every slap sent ripples across her skin.

"B-but... my husband..." she stammered hesitantly. It was incredibly hazardous to indulge in another round when her spouse was just a short distance away.

It was a massive risk, but the reward was equally high.

Still, the danger felt palpable, considering this was her very first time... no, second time, keeping such a dirty little secret from her husband.

"Shh... do you want Uncle to hear your loud voice? He’s right nearby, you know~" Owen made a shushing gesture, pressing a finger to his lips while never halting his relentless teasing.

He began rubbing his shaft against her forehead, and she instinctively sniffed the unique, masculine scent of his potent rod as if it were an intoxicating perfume.

"You’re even sniffing my weapon, Auntie... just wrap your lips around it already so we can finish before time runs out~" Owen was entirely prepared to walk this tightrope, as long as he could drive Morenne to pleasure him again.

If this kept up, bedding her while her husband slept soundly after a grueling day of hard labor in the rice fields wouldn’t be impossible at all!

He didn’t think of himself as an entirely corrupted man... well, he was already beyond that.

But the thrill of the gamble was just too exquisite to pass up.

"T-this is the absolute last time, Little Wen, okay? It’s already far too dangerous," she whispered. Morenne’s voice was barely audible as she slowly began to lick the head once more...

’Ohhh!!!! What an absolute glutton. You’ve been practically begging for this from the very beginning, haven’t you... Look at how oblivious your husband is while you worship my cock like a sacred object.’ Owen thought, completely overjoyed by how thoroughly depraved her behavior had become.

’Ahhnn, what’s happening to me... I’m losing my mind. It’s bad, but it’s so good. I can suck him... forever.’

It was truly bad to lie about her true feelings.

Guck... guck... guck...

She abandoned all hesitation and engulfed him once more.

She was so hyper-focused on her task that she became completely deaf to the ambient noises echoing inside the barn.

Her husband was doing his absolute best to find his lost item, totally blind to the carnal display unfolding just outside the back wall of the barn.

"Yes... Keep it up, Auntie. Yes... ahh... yes, right on that spot.." Owen couldn’t contain his voice, groaning loudly and temporarily forgetting that her husband was right inside the structure.

"Owen? Is the chore too difficult for you?" the man’s voice echoed through the thin wooden partition.

The barn walls weren’t soundproof, and he had clearly heard Owen’s voice. The young man seemed to be straining under the heavy workload... which was a bad thing.

"Ahh... no, Uncle! It’s just that Auntie is doing her part with an absolutely flawless performance; she’s doing a spectacular job supporting me out here!" Owen bellowed back.

Hell, he hadn’t anticipated that the intense pleasure would cause him to slip up so carelessly.

Morenne was simply too divine at her craft, making it impossible for him to suppress his voice.

"Haha, well, your Auntie is exceptionally skilled at everything, Owen. Just say the word, and she will take care of it for you." the man replied, his tone brimming with immense pride.

And... she was truly taking care of it.