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Originally Posted by SerflySGR
As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard the master bedroom door unlock.
"You can cook?" she peered out of the room and asked, wide-eyed.
"Yes! Of course I can cook. Or else who will cook for my son after my wife passed away? The microwave? Jarvis?" I shook my head in mock disbelief.
"Now go to sleep young lady, please." Not wanting to let this batch of porridge burn, I walked hurriedly to the kitchen.
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I was lying, of course. I can’t cook. My wife used to cook for my son. Then there was my mother, who came to babysit my son from time-to-time and when my wife’s illness took the turn for the worse, we hired a maid to look after both my ailing wife and my son. The only things I could cook were instant noodles and microwave dinners, if that is even considered as cooking?
Coming back to the porridge in the kitchen, how hard could it be to wait for porridge to boil/cook? Beside I noticed Maggi already put in all sorts of ingredients; all I had to do was wait, right? If all else fails, I could always turn to Google as I typed ‘how to cook porridge’ into my phone.
Reading from my phone, it looked simple enough and I quickly completed my task. Turning off the stove, I used one of the pot covers to cover the sauce pan.
What have I gotten myself into?
Let’s see? In the morning, I acted like a chauffeur for this girl I met for the first time in my life. Then I bought red wine and some ‘hand carry’ items for her and now I am cooking lunch for her son while they are soundly asleep in the master bedroom. I think I did more for Maggi than my own wife and son! At this rate, very soon I can join a charity or a volunteer organization! I shook my head. My old man used to ask,
"what are you in for?" when I volunteer to do things at school when I was a young boy. To be honest, at this point, I also don’t know.
If her husband were to come home right now, or if some
mak kaypoh neighbor were to drop by, my presence seemed overly suspicious. I think I should take my leave. And soon!
I made my way to the master bedroom and as I raised my hand to knock on the door, I heard some shuffling sounds coming from inside. Instinctively, I turned around and ran into the common toilet and hid inside.
I heard the master bedroom door open and a pair of feet shuffling past the common toilet. Then I heard the sounds of drawers or cupboards opening followed by some clicks. Then a distinct buzzing sound.
Curiosity got the better of me as I quietly came out of my hiding place. I quickly surveyed the area. The master bedroom door was now open. I walked inside to see Maggi’s son snoring away, in deep sleep. I controlled my urge to call out to Maggi. Instead, I followed the trail of the buzzing sounds; it came from behind one of the guest rooms. The door was ajar so I gave it a light push so that I could peer inside.
Maggi was lying on the bed, spread eagle. Her eyes were shut tightly as she made the blue dildo disappear between her legs. She gasped as she increased her tempo. I was mesmerized by the way she was fucking herself into a frenzy with her hands moving furiously. I felt a bugle in my pants.
"En… En... En..." she moaned as she shook her head from side to side, deep in concentration.
Then I noticed she started to jerk and inhale more deeply.
"She must be having her orgasm," I thought to myself as she started to shiver. What happened next took my by surprise.