Author Warning.
1.This is a work of fiction...so any names and places used in the story has no real relation or what so ever.
2.This is a work of sexual elements and mostly fantasies..so safe sex is advisable.
3.This is a work for adults and people who cared and interested in subject matter of younger man relationship with older women...therefore if anyone felt violated please do not go any further. Underage is advisable not to continue if do anything happened is not a responsible or causalities of the story and the author.
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PROLOGUE
It was chilling morning.
The double decker bus passed another bump. It vibration was strong enough to wake me up. I lowered my small blanket and turned my head. My friend, Sharil was still sleeping soundly.
I looked at my watch, it was almost 6am.
The sky was still dark as the bus slowly exited the highway. It passed the highway toll and drove along the trunk road to Kemasik, Terengganu. Along the way, the bus passed small village houses, petrol station, mosques as well as orchards.
It has been a long drive from Kuala Lumpur, till the bus finally stopped at the station.
Everyone was eager to leave the bus. Sharil tapped my shoulder indicated that we have reached. He is my classmate in college since first year. We studied engineering together and this is our second summer holidays. He has invited me to stay in his hometown.
Sharil pointed to the taxi stand near the bus station. There were a few red white proton saga taxis parked near the stand. We walked in the chilled morning weather toward the stand.
A man in his fifties walked toward Sharil. He negotiated with him and finally he nodded his head.
We stuffed our luggages into the car trunk before enter the car. The man started the car and slowly drove away from the bus station.
DAY ONE
The coaster road has beautiful scenery. From distance, I could see the long stretch of sandy beaches. Waves and waves were hitting on the shore line. On the side of the road, the lushful coconut trees were everywhere. It was indeed a magnificent view of the east coast.
The taxi slowly turned into a junction and entered a small village. After a few more turns, it stopped in front of kampung (village) house.
"We have arrived.." Sharil remarked.
I looked at the traditional kampung house. It was partially made of wood and bricks. The main part of the house was silted and on the right side was another fully bricked building which I believed to be an extension of the old house. The extension building has a modern design like the house in KL.
The light brown and white bricked house has a large yard and stretch to the back of the beach. On the front, there was a wooden platform under the large angsana tree. The yard was fenced with small green plants.
We walked on the small road toward the main entrance of the house.
"Assalamualaikum..." Sharil shouted softly.
"Oh... walaikumsalam.." someone replied from inside the house.
We walked closer till we reached the stairs to the main door. Shortly the door opened and a lady in her late forties stood there.
She was wearing a pink hijab and light batik motif baju kurung (traditional malay dress). She put a smile on her chubby face with her red makeup lips. She was very pretty.
"Mom... I am back.." Sharil said.
"Good... I thought you might reach later in the morning..." she said.
I smiled at the lady. She was about the same height with Sharil, 5ft 5" tall. She looked young but slightly on the plump side with small tummy. I was suddenly focused on her large breasts. They were tightly wrapped under her dress which outlined her laced bra.
"Mom... he is my chinese friend I told you about.." Sharil said.
"Nice to meet you Mak cik (auntie in malay).." I greeted.
We shook hands.
"Hi.. Min right.."
"Yes.. Mak cik.." I answered.
"Come in... let me get you two some breakfast..." she invited me up the house.
The main living area was small, yet it was nicely decorated with traditional Malay style. Yet the leather sofa set was new with nice Persian carpet. The both side of the living were rooms.
Further back was the dining lounge. The area was ground level, so we have to climb the stairs down.
The dining lounge was more modern design with bricked structure. However, it still has aluminum zinc roof where it will still make noises when rain fall. It was newly renovated with the kitchen at the back. There were windows over looked the beach behind with a door to access the back yard.
The brick structure has two toilet bathrooms. It has a corridor lead to another small living area.
"Sit..." Sharil mom began to open up the dishes cover.
There were fried chickens, chili paste, coconut rice, hard boiled eggs, anchovies as well as cucumbers on the dining table. We began to eat as she prepared some rose syrup water for us.
"Mmmm...nice.." I sounded.
"Yes... mom made great nasi lemak.." Sharil said.
Then we were interrupted by an elder man in his late fifties. He was only wearing a short as he sat down with us.
"Hi pa..." Sharil greeted his father.
"Pak cik (uncle)" I followed later.
"Morning... just arrived. Good, eat something..." he said.
He has a fat figure and a big eater as well. Soon three of us almost finished the food on the table. Sharil headed into the bathroom to get ready for work. According to him, he worked in the Petronas refinery nearby.
Shortly after Sharil father left for work, Sharil took me to new small living area. It was an entire new part of the house. The living area has a large led tv with modern sofa set. There were two bedrooms in the area.
One was Sharil bedroom and the other was a guest bedroom which assigned for my stay.
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After lunch, Sharil took me around his village, the beach and an afternoon tea at his favorite mamak (local cafe store).
By evening, we returned home. Sharil was busy chatting with his mom in the kitchen. Mak Cik has changed her clothes to more casual style but her hijab still remained.
I could see her red bra and panty under her white long loose thin dress she was wearing now. It was an amazing view. I have never seemed a woman in this condition my entire life. With my raging hormone, my cock began to hard. Luckily, I was wear boxer and jeans which was difficult for anyone to notice it.
We were helping his mom to prepare dinner. I was trying hard not to glimpse at her bosom but I couldn't help it. Once awhile, she caught me looking.
I quickly turned away or trying to avoid myself. All she did was smiled.
"Boy... your friend is cute.." she remarked.
We all laughed.
Soon, the place was filled while the sound of prayer from a distance mosque. Sharil retreated to his room for prayer before dinner. I took the opportunity to take a shower as well.
Dinner was long as we ate together with his parents. Mak Cik had cooked lot of dishes and we were forced to fill our stomachs full. We chatted a little while before we retreated to our room.
The night was warm
The sound waves hitting ashore filled the area... occasionally interrupted by the sounds of crickets. The breeze was warm as I slowly dozed to sleep in single bed.
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I woke up during middle night.
It time was 12am. I have slept for an hour and perhaps it was not my bed. I couldn't get use to it.
The house was dark as I walked out to the bathroom. The temperature began to drop and it was chilling.
I passed the corridor to the dining area. Then I heard noises from someone talking from the main living area. I slowly tipped toed to the main house.
It was dark except some dimmed light coming from the master bedroom.
"Ahaaa... ah ah ah..." it was a moan.
"Yesss... push deeperr.."
"Aaaaa...."
I walked closer.
"Bang (husband in malay).... aaah ah ah... hold on... more bang more.." Mak cik screamed.
