Chapter 17: Bath with Layla (R18)
Kan waited in the shower for Layla, his thoughts ran in anticipation, his mind filled with excitement because somehow, he had been able to convince his aunt into having a bath with him. Kan was older than one that required a bath. He knew for sure that in the world he came from and his previous life, such kind of events would probably never occur. He wasn’t going to dismiss the fact that there was a tiny possibility it occured but stayed a secret.
Yet, from the looks of things and how aunt Layla had agreed to his request, Kan thought for sure that there had to be some kind of backward mechanism that occured in this world. He realized very quickly that things that would be considered absurd in his world seemed to be just fine happening over here in this new world.
Just as he stayed still, waiting patiently like a good boy his family knew him to be, he heard the creaking sound of the hinges on the door opening, footsteps patted the wet bathroom ground as another figure walked in.
“Well, is there like a usual routine your mother does? If there is, I’d like you to show me so I don’t get anything wrong,” aunt layla asked the moment she walked in from behind.
“Oh, we do have a routine,” Kan replied and right then, he found that aunt Layla had given him yet another open window to be the deciding factor of how everything he had in his mind would play out. He was loving every passing moment as it seemed as though the universe cleared a free path for him. All his ideas were being executed with ease and little stress from his own end. He believed he was being aided by a divine hand to do the lustful things his heart concealed.
“We…erm..we usually take turns bathing each other,” Kan said in a meek, shy and subtle tone all while backing aunt Layla. Aunt layla found the boy’s antics to be amusing. She realized he was uncomfortable around her so she drew nearer and placed a hand on his shoulder before saying.
“It’s okay, no need to be shy. I’m your aunt so take it that I’m in place of your mother today and just carry me along. I’d love to bath you so I can get to cooking as quickly as possible,” Aunt Layla said while simultaneously rubbing Kan’s shoulders and the breath from her mouth, grazing past Kan’s long ears, giving him a ticklish feeling.
“This is going to be interesting,” Kan thought as he then at that point reluctantly spun his body around. But perhaps he was in too much of a haste as the moment he turned, he met eyes with the most beautiful creation ever. Who knew a female would look a thousand times better without clothes on?
Aunt Layla’s boobs were like the size of two water melons on steroids.
They were plum, looked soft and just hung on her chest beautifully. Her nippled were reddish but that only added to the contrasting skin tone. She was truly a work of art around in the chest area. But Kan working his eyes way down, he was lost for words as he saw her hairy pussy and at that point, the battle with himself begone as he noticed his member was about to charge forth to battle. He had to somehow stop the encouragement his member was getting.
“It’s too early to show her. I have to play the slow game and make her comfortable with me,” Kan thought as he did his best to take his mind off the fact that he was standing in front of a very fuckable aunt Layla.
“Go on, let’s begin,” aunt Layla urged Kan. Like she had said, she felt perhaps Kan and his mother had a particular routine they both followed.
“Mother would usually heat the water up but since she’s not here, I think it’s fine if we use the cold water,” Kan suggested and Layla found nothing wrong with that. Kan in beneath the mask of pretence he was wearing now wore a huge grin on his face that said all he was thinking. He didn’t realize it would go this well up until this point so he began the preparations.
He fetched a bucket of water in a container and told Layla to go on and scrub his backside with the soap already provided in the bathroom. Aunt Layla obliged and did as was told, to her this was the usual routine which sincerely it was. Kan braced himself as the cold water ran against his skin, sending slight shivers through his entire body.
He had never bathed with cold water before but again, there was always a first time for everything and in the course of all of these, Kan felt a cold was the price, the penalty he was endure should he want to achieve or mark all desired landmarks. Kan was clever and crafty for his age and the credit was all due to the man that lived within the body of a boy. Kan was the brains and brauns in this operation that was looking brightly towards the side of success.
Aunt Layla rubbed his back with her hand with soap crest all over her hand. She rubbed his back smoothly and gently, with care as though it was an egg she was handling. Her hand was soft and delicate making Kan wonder what it would be like if she held onto something a bit on the delicate side that he had.
“I’m done. So what’s next,” aunt Layla asked after she washed Kan’s body with the cold water. Kan had to stiffen his toes as the water dripped all over his body, causing a shivering sensation to run circles around him. He maintained his cool so to say and then moved on to the next phase with seemless transition as though he had practiced this happening a million times before.
Well, who could say he hadn’t?
“It’s my turn now. Turn around,” Kan said, turning to face aunt layla but just in the process, aunt Layla’s eyes caught a flash of Kan’s vice president. Kan saw the look on her face change just immediately.
“She must have noticed Big Kan is up and ready to go. Now the question is, what does she think about it? Normal? Weird? Is Big Kan worthy? So much to find out within these next steps,” Kan thought as he grabbed onto the soap and splattered it across his hands as well. He began to rub it against the older woman’s back, moving with care and going around in a circular motion at one spot.
“You’ve been washing the same place Kanakan, there are other parts of my body, you know?” Aunt Layla brought to Kan’s notice. Not that Kan didn’t know this, it was all part of the plan. An expertly planned and now executed plan. The notion suggesting he was uncomfortable or shy made aunt layla a little too comfortable with the animal she was locked with in Kan. Kan was playing his cards right and they were seemingly all falling in place.
“You want me to go down?” Kan asked meekly and only a head response was his “okay” that he needed to go ahead.
“Joy!!!” …Kan thought as he could finally grasp the concept of the big ass right in front of him. His big Kan was rightfully awake and bright. Kan felt his dick throbbing with impatience, starving from an absence of the carnal knowledge he sought, a deep-seated hunger resided in his inner most fibres and his eyes locking with the ass in front of him unlocked all those hunger, his dick further flexing with vibrancy was eagerly waiting for the moment of truth, waiting to enter the promised land.
And right then, Kan placed his hand right on top of aunt Layla’s ass. He gently moved his way around the planet sized features his aunt carried, a true specimen she was with all the necessary qualities a perfect milf should possess.
“Her Boonda is like a confluence between two universes coming to an agreement. I now understand the true essence of ass. It is the embodiment of the soul, without ass, there’s no soul,” Kan silently eulogized. π―π²ππ»πΌπ―π²πΉοΌπ¨πΏπ΄
But he knew scrubbing her behind wasn’t what he was out for. It was time to move onto the next phase. Kan held her ass with both hands and then with his left hand, he separated the left ass cheeks from the right, this was to give him space to see exactly where he was going. The ass itself was an obstruction…
“Welcome to Valhalla….” Kan mused..
