All Chapters of Seductive Tales of Romance: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

For the remainder of the meal, my aunt looked desperate to continue our conversation. I’d taken another gamble on the negligee part, but apparently, it had paid off. I inwardly chuckled. I knew she was dying to pry more information out of me.“It’s your day, Mom,” my cousin said, breaking her concentration. “What do you have planned for us?”Aunt Kate hesitated, and I wondered if she was trying to incorporate my latest lies into the day’s activities. “Don’t you two groan,” she said, “but we’re doing a couple of things that I recall were a lot of fun back when you were younger. First, we’re playing miniature golf, followed by a light snack. After that, we’ll attend a double-feature movie and finish up with dinner. Appropriate dress for today is casual-fun.” She giggled at that last part.My cousin and I did in fact groan, but only because she’d told us not to. We knew it would be fun. While Ken and I dressed in our room, I caught him up on my conversation with his mom.“Nice going,” he

Chapter 11: Your mom is really hot.After dropping him off at Campus Center, I parked the car, then strolled through the grounds with his mother. An hour later, she received a text from Ken stating we should eat lunch as he couldn’t get away.We sat in the cafeteria for an hour after lunch, waiting for Ken to arrive. We looked like any other couple on campus, since Aunt Kate’s youthful and sexy looks didn’t betray her age. Hearing nothing from Ken, we decided to stretch our legs and take the walking path circling the campus. Halfway through, she hooked her arm through mine and held my hand as we leisurely hiked the trail. It was late when Ken finally messaged us that he was ready.At the midway point home, we stopped for dinner. Ken had been quiet most of the time, which had given his mom and me a chance to talk some more. While we were eating, he finally spoke up. “Sorry about today, Mom. I wanted to do something special, but I forgot about some of the deadlines for admission.”“It’s

Chapter 13: You’re a beautiful and sexy woman.Without objecting, she hugged me tightly before her moist lips connected with mine. Our mouths opened while we French-kissed as lovers. Her previous reluctance dissipated as our arousal increased. Her lustful eyes locked onto mine as my hand slid into the opening of her nightie. My hand slithered up her body, caressing her hot flesh. She grunted with lust when my hand cupped and held her meaty breast. She didn’t resist at all.Her hands explored my back as I fondled her spongy tit. I trapped her hardened tip between my thumb and forefinger, and she groaned into my mouth. When I lightly squeezed her nub, she kissed me harder, with more urgency. My cousin snaked his hand between our bodies and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her nightie before pulling it off her shoulders and shoving it to her waist.Releasing her mouth, I leaned over and sucked her right nipple into mine. Her hands pulled my head tightly as she moaned, “That’s it, baby.

Chapter 2That was Mark Reed's last conscious thought.***Time lost meaning on the island.Claire and Ethan treated each other with careful respect — a formality that grew heavier with each passing day. Salt air ate through their clothes, and sun and wind finished what the seawater had started until the fabric rotted and the seams gave way.Ethan, trying to be a gentleman, stripped down to his boxers and a grass skirt he'd woven himself. He set his ruined clothes aside for Claire. On an island with no stores and no rescue, clothing was a finite resource.He foraged, fished, collected shellfish and fruit. Claire became something like a statue on the reef — sitting for hours, scanning the horizon for ships, planes, anything, always searching for Mark.She grew thinner as her hope frayed. No word from Mark meant accident, meant drowning, meant death — but she couldn't let the last thread snap. Ethan grieved in private and smiled in public. He was the only man left. If he broke, they bot

Chapter 4: Coexistence"Mom, go back. You haven't rested or eaten in days..."Ethan reached for Claire's shoulder, then stopped halfway—too abrupt, too familiar in the wrong way.She didn't move. Didn't speak.He was helpless. If this were his child, he'd have dragged her back by force. But she was his mother. He couldn't make her do anything.Her life was on the line. If this kept up, she'd die. Then he'd be alone on the island—no father, no mother. Could he survive that?He thought it through, jaw tight. Survival came first. Everything else could wait.Claire gave a weak cry as Ethan scooped her up by the waist and carried her toward camp."Ethan, put... me... down. Let me... stay with him... He'll be... alone..."She hadn't eaten or drunk in three days. Her lips were cracked. She pushed weakly against his chest, trying to break free. A starving woman had no chance against a young man who'd at least eaten something. Ethan carried her all the way to the shelter.He'd been grieving to