Chapter 24: Vanessa’s Daughter

Vanessa was beyond conflicted the moment she heard Arthur acting demanding. It was a great thing she had gotten him to speak up and act confidently enough to demand even more, probably sex.

However, she would rather not move things too fast. Ideally, it would still be a few days before his first time.

Besides, and more importantly, their time was limited. She could see on the horizon that the sun would soon set, and at any moment her daughter would come back from her friend’s house.

Vanessa didn’t have the option of anything drawn out, but she still needed to give Arthur something. She would rather not be a cocktease who left him blue-balled with no prospect of relief.

So she decided to take charge of the situation. She turned, sat up quickly, and escaped from under Arthur. Then she faced him with a different gaze.

"No, we don’t have time," she said firmly, which made him step back.

Vanessa let out a breath of relief. Had he not stepped back, she was not sure her mind could win over her body’s desire. It had been a long time since she last slept with a man, and almost twenty years since she had sex with a man as good as Arthur.

"But I can blow you quickly, if you want?" she offered, opening her mouth wide.

Arthur gave her half a nod, and she was already on her knees, taking his thick cock in. She would have liked to try deepthroating, but that would take longer. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks and focused all her work into an intense, wet sucking of his head.

Meanwhile, her right hand stroked the base of his shaft. There was a limit to how many things a person could do at the same time, so Vanessa didn’t even attempt to play with his balls with her left hand.

Her eyes shot up with the absolute horniest look a woman could muster as she purposefully exaggerated the way her lips stretched around his shaft and moved her hand at a punishing rhythm. There was no way Arthur could last long.

And in record speed, he felt his body reach its limit.

A thick, powerful surge exploded from him, rope after heavy rope of cum flooding her mouth.

Vanessa didn’t flinch. She sealed her lips tight around him and swallowed every drop, her throat working visibly with each deliberate gulp as the impressive load kept coming.

When the last pulse finally faded, she slowly pulled off, licked her lips, and looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Delicious," she murmured.

Then the woman saw her cellphone ring with a notification in the corner of her eye, and she lunged to check it. Just as she feared, it was a message from her daughter, telling her that her friend’s parents had just dropped her in front of their building.

And apparently, the doorman said there was something to pick up at the front desk and she was going to get it. Vanessa sighed, grateful for the precious minutes that would buy her.

Ten minutes earlier, she had sent a message telling her mother that she was leaving her friend’s house, but Vanessa didn’t see that one.

"I’m sorry, Arthur, but you have to go. Fast," she said, wrapping her naked tits around his cock and using them to wipe it clean. "Put your clothes on. A friend of mine just told me she’s dropping by my house, and I don’t think you’d enjoy being caught."

The man nodded, still catching his breath, and pulled his pants on. He scrambled for his shirt, draped over a chair across the room, and yanked it over his head. He smelled of sex and sweat, but there was no time to think about that.

"Do you have your cellphone?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes," Arthur agreed.

"Great. Then head straight to the elevator and go down to the ground floor. Don’t pass by my apartment, you might run into her there. She’ll probably come up here, and I’ll just pretend I was swimming naked again."

Arthur nodded and slipped out the door, padding down the hall to the elevator. He pressed the button for the ground floor and immediately got in.

The elevator made its way down. The doors slid open. And he came face to face with a familiar face waiting to get in: Kat.

"You," they both said at the same time.

Kat’s eyes narrowed, her nose wrinkling as she took him in. "You smell gross," she complained, quick as a knife. "And why are you even here?"

"I came to visit a friend," he said, keeping it short, the less he talked to her, the better. "Why do you even want to know?"

"Because I’d hate to live in the same building as you," she shot back, annoyed. "Now, could you move out of the way? I can’t get into the elevator with you standing there."

"Okay..." he muttered, stepping aside. As the doors began to slide shut, he let out a sigh. "So annoying..."

"Fuck you!" Kat’s voice snapped through the narrowing gap. "I’m sure a gross guy like you has no luck with ladies. You should consider yourself lucky I’m even talking to you, buu!" She stuck her tongue out as the doors closed.

The elevator hummed away, carrying her and her parting insults with it.

Arthur stood in the lobby, alone, still smelling of sex and sweat. And despite everything, a small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

If only she knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Kat arrived at her apartment and noticed that there was a toolbox left in the living room. But aside from that, everything looked ordinary, aside from her mother’s absence.

She quickly checked her room, but the door was open, and clearly there was no one in there. So there was one place her mother could be.

Kat climbed the stairs to their private pool, where she found the woman swimming naked, at a place that looked fairly normal.

"Mom, why are you swimming naked again?" Kat complained.

"What’s the problem, sweetheart? It’s just more fun like that," Vanessa commented, hoping her daughter wouldn’t notice anything unusual.

Even though she would have wanted more fun with Arthur, she let out a sigh of relief, concluding she had taken the right course of action. She had been hoping Kat would arrive later that day, but by all means, things had turned out well.