Chapter 82: Hardening inside Mommy

I hardened all the way inside her.

Evelyn felt the swell and rolled her hips to meet it, a slow filthy grind that smeared the mess between us into something hotter. Her pussy was already full. It still tried to take more.

"That’s it," she breathed. "Fill mommy until it won’t stay in anymore."

I hooked her knees higher and pushed.

The first thrust after the third load made a thick wet sound. Cum squelched out around my cock, ran down her ass, and got shoved back in on the next stroke. Evelyn’s mouth fell open. Her hands found my back and stayed there, nails idle, like she had stopped pretending this was a lesson.

"Hah... deeper..."

I gave her deeper.

Every stroke bottomed out against that soft place. Her breasts shook. Her stomach jumped. The bed whispered under us in a steady rhythm, wet skin slapping wet skin, her juice and my cum frothing at the stretch of her hole.

"Mom, it’s leaking when I pull back."

"Then don’t pull back so far."

I shortened the stroke. Stayed buried. Ground into her in tight, mean circles that kept the head pinned to that spot. Evelyn’s thighs clamped my waist. A thin cry slipped out of her, then another.

"There. Don’t you leave that place."

I did not leave it. ℴ

Her pussy fluttered, seized, and poured. She came with her forehead pressed to mine, breath breaking against my mouth, walls milking me in hard pulls. Slick sprayed out around the base of my cock and soaked the sheets between her cheeks.

I fucked her through it.

The extra wetness made the slide filthy. Too easy. Then she tightened again, oversensitive, and every inch dragged. My cock throbbed inside that grip, already close from being used three times and still not allowed out.

"Mom..."

"I feel it. Give it."

I slammed in and stayed.

The fourth load hit in heavy pulses, less than the others but hotter, punched straight into the mess already sitting in her. Evelyn moaned like she could taste it. She locked her ankles behind me and rolled her hips, packing it deeper while I twitched.

We stayed like that, locked, dripping.

I was still hard.

Evelyn noticed. She always noticed now. She reached down, spread her own lips around the base of me with two fingers, and watched the cloudy leak well up and spill.

"It’s not staying in," she whispered.

"Should I push it back?"

"Yes. And then mommy wants it another way."

I pulled out slow.

The sound was obscene. A long wet kiss, then a heavy drip of white from her open pussy onto the sheet. Evelyn looked ruined. Swollen. Shiny. Her hole stayed slightly parted, like it had forgotten how to close.

She turned onto her stomach, then got her knees under her, ass up, face in the pillow. She reached back, found herself, and opened her pussy with two fingers.

"Put it back. All the way. Don’t make mommy ask twice."

I lined up and pushed in from behind.

The angle was different. Tighter along the top. Deeper at the end. Evelyn’s back arched and a muffled moan sank into the pillow. I watched her ass take me, watched her puffy lips cling to the shaft, watched the leftover cum squeeze out around the sides in pale rings.

I held her hips and fucked.

Steady. Hard enough that her ass rippled. Each thrust packed the leak back into her and punched a wet slap into the room. Evelyn pushed back to meet it. The teaching voice was gone. What was left was raw and low.

"Hah... hah... use that pussy... it’s yours right now..."

"Mom."

"Don’t talk. Fuck."

I fucked.

My hips slammed into her. Her juice sprayed forward onto the sheets. I reached under, found her clit, and rubbed it in time with the strokes. Evelyn jerked like she had been shocked. Her pussy clamped so hard I hissed.

She came again, messy, knees sliding apart, face turned so I could see her open mouth and unfocused eyes. I kept rubbing. I kept thrusting. The orgasm dragged into another one before she could catch her breath, and she sobbed a laugh into the pillow while her hole spasmed around me.

The squeeze pulled a fifth pulse out of me, weaker, still enough to add to the flood. I ground it in and stayed planted, panting against her spine, cock twitching in that soaked heat.

Evelyn reached back, found my wrist, and kept my hand on her clit.

"Again," she said, wrecked and sure. "Mommy said until it won’t stay in. It is still staying in. So you are not done."

I was aching. Overused. Still hard because her pussy would not let me go soft.

I pulled almost out, watched her hole wink and drool, then slammed home.

Evelyn’s moan cracked.

I did it again.

And again.

The bed started to knock the wall. Her ass stayed up. Her pussy stayed open for it, sloppy and greedy, taking every stroke like she had decided there was no version of this afternoon where we stopped clean.

I leaned over her back, mouth at her ear, still using that soft voice while I buried myself to the hilt.

"Mom. It’s going to come out of you when I pull out this time. A lot."

Evelyn turned her face enough to look at me.

Her smile was filthy.

"Then pull out after you fill me," she whispered. "And watch."

I slammed in one last time, groaned into her shoulder, and poured what was left of me as deep as it would go.

I stayed there for three heartbeats.

Then I pulled out.

Her pussy clenched on empty air and a thick, cloudy rush followed my cock, spilling down her thighs in a heavy sheet, dripping off her clit onto the ruined bed.

Evelyn looked back at the mess leaving her.

She did not close her legs.

"Put your mouth on it," she said. "Don’t waste what mommy just gave you."