Chapter 80: Pleasing Mom

She sank.

The rest of me pushed into her in one long, wet slide. Her pussy stretched around the shaft, hot and already soaked from everything she had put in my mouth, and she took me to the base before either of us made a sound.

Then the sound came.

A broken little "hah" left her throat. Her nails dug into my chest. Her thighs settled on either side of my hips, and I felt her pulse around me, tight, fluttering, trying to decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper.

I stared up at her.

"Mom... it’s all the way in."

Evelyn’s mouth was open. Her eyes were glassy. A strand of hair stuck to her lip.

"I know," she whispered. "Don’t move."

I did not move.

Her pussy did. It squeezed, let go, squeezed again, as if it were tasting me the way my mouth had tasted her. Juice ran down my balls and soaked the open front of my pants. Every tiny clench dragged another drop out of her.

"It’s grabbing," I said.

"I know it is." Her voice shook. "Mommy’s pussy is... adjusting."

She stayed there, fully seated, breathing through it. I could feel how deep I was. The head was pressed up against something soft and yielding inside her. When she breathed in, that place kissed the tip. When she breathed out, her walls hugged the whole length.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

Evelyn let out a weak laugh.

"No. That’s the problem."

She lifted her hips a little. The slide out was filthy, a wet drag of swollen lips along my shaft, and when she dropped back down the sound was obscene, a thick squelch that filled the quiet room.

"Hah..."

She did it again. Slow. Careful. Using me like she was still only testing. Her breasts moved with each rise and fall. Her stomach tightened. The special place inside her rubbed over the head on every downstroke, and each time it did her thighs trembled.

"Mom, more water is coming out."

"Ignore it."

I did not ignore it. I watched it. Clear and slick, it welled around the base of my cock every time she sat down, then ran off in thin shining lines. The sheets under us were already dark with it.

Evelyn picked up a rhythm.

Not fast. A steady, rolling grind, lifting until only the head stayed inside, then taking me again to the root. Her palm stayed on my chest to keep herself steady. The other hand covered her own mouth when a moan got too loud.

I put my hands on her hips.

"Is this okay?"

She nodded, eyes closed.

"Hold mommy there. Don’t thrust. Let me..."

I held her.

She fucked herself on me.

The wet slap of her pussy meeting my hips grew louder. Her clit dragged against my stomach on the way down. Her insides clung on the way up. I felt the flutter start again, that same pulsing I had felt on my fingers and on my tongue, only now it was wrapped around the whole of me.

"Baby... baby it’s happening..."

"The special water?"

"Yes. Don’t you dare pull out."

"I won’t."

She slammed down harder than she meant to. Her pussy locked. A hot gush spilled around my cock and soaked us both, and she came with her forehead dropped to my shoulder, moaning into my skin, walls sucking at me in greedy little pulls.

I stayed still, buried in her, feeling every spasm.

When it eased she did not climb off.

She started moving again, sloppier now, her juice making the slide too easy. My cock was shiny with her. Her lips were puffy and dark around the shaft. Each stroke made a wet kiss.

"Mom, it feels like something is going to come out of me too."

Evelyn lifted her head. Her face was wrecked. Flushed. Eyes wet. Mouth slack.

"Already?"

"It started when you sat all the way down. It’s worse now."

She bit her lip.

Then she reached behind her, found my balls, and cupped them while she kept riding.

"Tell me when it’s close. Mommy will... mommy will decide."

"Okay."

She bounced. Short, messy strokes now, her pussy slapping down, taking me deep every time. The squelch was constant. Her breasts shook. Sweat ran between them. I could smell her, pee and juice and skin, thick in the air above the bed.

The pressure at the base of my cock stacked fast.

"Mom. Now. It’s coming."

Evelyn’s hips stuttered.

For a second I thought she would lift off.

She did the opposite.

She sat down hard, took me to the hilt, and squeezed.

"Inside," she breathed. "Give it to mommy inside."

I broke.

The first pulse punched up into her, thick and hot. Then another. Then another. I filled her in heavy spurts while her pussy milked it out of me, and I heard myself make a sound I had not meant to make. Evelyn moaned like she could feel every shot. Her own walls fluttered through a smaller climax, leaking around the seal of us, white mixing with her clear slick and running down onto my stomach.

She stayed seated until I stopped twitching.

Then she rolled her hips once, lazy, as if she were packing it deeper.

"Hah... good boy..."

I looked at the mess. It was already leaking out of her, a cloudy drip sliding down my shaft where we were still joined.

"Mom... it’s coming back out."

Evelyn glanced down, watched her own pussy drool my cum onto me, and shivered.

"Then put it back in," she said.

I blinked.

"I didn’t take it out."

"I know." Her smile was tired and filthy. "Thrust. Slowly. Push it back up where it belongs."

I held her hips and rolled up into her.

The first thrust made a wet, filthy sound. Cum and juice squelched out around the sides. The second went cleaner, packing the mess back into that soft place at the end of her. Evelyn’s mouth fell open. Her nails raked my chest.

"Again."

I thrust again.

And again.

Her pussy took it easier now, used and sloppy, still tight enough to drag along every inch. I fucked up into her from below while she sat on me and let it happen, breasts swaying, breath hitching every time I bottomed out.

"Mom, you’re getting tight again."

"Because you’re hitting it. Keep hitting it."

I kept hitting it.

The bed whispered under us. Her juice and my cum frothed at the place we met. I could feel myself getting hard all the way again inside her, swelling back into that same aching thickness, and Evelyn felt it too. Her eyes widened.

"Already...?"

"It didn’t go down."

She laughed once, wrecked.

"Then don’t stop. Mommy’s not done taking it."

I drove up harder.

Evelyn met it. She started riding again on top of my thrusts, our bodies slapping together, her pussy swallowing me to the root on every stroke. Another climax tore through her without warning, sudden and mean, and she cried out into her wrist while her insides seized and poured more slick down my cock.

I did not last long after that.

The second load hit shallower, pulsing against her fluttering walls while she was still coming, and she took it with a broken moan, grinding down as if she could keep every drop from escaping.

When it was over she stayed on me, full, dripping, my cock still twitching in that soaked heat.

She put two fingers to her own slit, felt around the stretch where I was buried, and lifted those fingers to my mouth.

"Clean," she whispered.

I sucked them.

Salt. Her. Me.

Evelyn watched my mouth and rolled her hips one more time, slow enough to make both of us feel the slide of a cock that had already come twice and still had not left her.

"Again," she said. "Don’t pull out until mommy says."