Chapter 65: Ch65: Mr. Frost’s Son

*Suck~ Suck~ Slurp~ Suck*

*Plap-Plap!-Plap!!-Plap!!!*

Nyle latched onto her nipples and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as he pulled, desperate to draw the breast milk out of her. Each wet pull made her breasts bounce against his face.

At the same time he pounded her ass, hips slamming up so the flesh rippled and flattened under every impact, forcing it into a new shape around him.

*Music~*

Just then, Amelia’s secondary phone rang on the table beside her, right next to the pizza box. She glanced over, saw the recordings still running, and shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"Hm? Son!" she answered, voice a little too bright. "Nyle, can you please slow down for a bit."

Nyle only grunted. He eased his pace for two shallow strokes, then kept her hips pinned.

She cleared her throat and accepted the call.

*Click*

"Hello, son. How are you?" she said, forcing the words out even as a cock sat inside her ass.

The moment Bran’s low voice spilled from the speaker, Nyle’s rhythm changed. He drove his hips up from the floor, each thrust lifting her and dropping her back down onto him.

She shook her head at him, a sharp little warning not to, terrified the next bounce would rip a sound out of her that her son would hear.

But her hips were under his control.

Every upward slam only made her clench down tighter around him.

*plap~ PLAP!*

"Mnhnp~" a needy moan slipped past her lips before she could swallow it.

A sharp, deep jolt hit her when the head of his cock kissed that spot far inside. Panicked, Amelia’s thumb stabbed the mute button.

"Anh...!" she moaned.

"Mom. Hello? Hello?"

Amelia unmuted, jaw locked so tight the words came out thin.

"Y-yes, son. I’ll send you the money in just a few minutes," she said, forcing her voice to stay even, eyes locked on Nyle.

The wet slaps of her cheeks hitting his thighs carried through the speaker.

"What’s that sound coming through?"

Nyle heard Bran’s low voice and smiled. Amelia bit her lower lip down hard, fighting the moan that wanted to rip out. "I-It’s construction, son. Don’t worry. I’ll send you the money right now."

"Okay mom. Thanks."

The line went dead.

*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*

"Mhn~ anh~ ah... ahh... don’t you see I was talking to my son," she gasped, face twisted — half drowned in pleasure, half in raw panic.

Nyle didn’t answer right away.

He just snapped his hips up harder, faster, bouncing her on his cock until her eyes nearly rolled and another broken sound tore out of her throat.

"Nnhgn~ ahn! Anh!"

"Maybe he already got the idea," Nyle said, voice low against her, "that his mother is getting fucked by someone right now."

"No, stop... Don’t say that," she whimpered.

"Why not?" Nyle’s mouth curved against her throat. "When we were in fourth grade I was forced to play truth or dare. Bran always picked the truth. He asked me if I ever got the chance to have sex with any woman, who would it be.

I said your mom.

Now look where we are."

A scrap of memory flashed through Amelia’s mind — a skinny boy on the playground, the same sharp eyes looking up at her from the floor now.

Her eyes widened as she matched that child’s face to the man stretching her ass open.

"You’re Mr. Frost’s son?!" she gasped, the shock making her clench around him.

"Yes," Nyle said.

...

Pound after pound she changed into a new pose. The reverse cowgirl pose — ass spreading wide over his cock as she took every upward slam.

Her face was flushed dark, mouth open, tongue out, both hands braced on his knees for balance while her cheeks clapped down against his hips.

"I-I’m sorry for what my son did to you," she panted, "but that doesn’t mean you have to punish my ass with your fat cock... that hard...! ahhn...!"

The last word broke into a moan — her hole clenched down around the shaft stretching her open.

’This feels so wrong... but I can’t deny the fact that he fucks so good. Where has he been all these years? I can’t believe this is the same skinny kid from back then. Now his cock is bigger than my husband’s. I can’t even compare that pencil to this. He’s reaching the spot my husband never even got close to.’ Amelia thought, throwing a shaky glance back over her shoulder at Nyle.

*Slap! Slap!*

He delivered a firm spank that sent a blissful jolt through her stuffed ass. Then his hands locked around her waist and he stood, taking her with him, hugging her tight from behind.

Amelia’s arms locked around his neck, feet not reaching the floor, hanging useless in the air — her whole weight seated on his cock.

The height difference was obvious — he held her like she weighed nothing.

Then his cock twitched hard inside her.

’Oh no. I can feel it. He’s going to pour his seed in my ass at any second. Fuck... he’s so deep. If he shoots his seed, my mind will go absolutely blank,’ she thought, eyes lost in a haze of pleasure.

"Get ready, Mrs. Amelia. Your horny ass is about to be filled," Nyle whispered against her cheek, warm breath spilling over her flushed skin. "I don’t want to see any waste or—"

"P-please take my lips too, son," she gasped, tipping her mouth up to him.

Nyle pressed his lips to hers and drove up into her from behind with animalistic intent to ruin her hole. The first pulse hit so hard he had to shut his eyes, as a shiver ran down his legs.

"Mnh~ Mhn~ Mmnh~ Hnngh....!!!" She moaned into the kiss.

*SPLURT!!!꧂ SPUURT!꧂ SPLURTT!!꧂ SPURT!!꧂*

Hot ropes flooded her ass in thick, heavy bursts, each one pumping deeper than the last.

Amelia’s broken, lewd cries poured straight into his mouth and vibrated against his tongue as her tight yet slippery hole clenched hard — milking him.

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Task 1: Completed.

Reward: +5 Upgrade Points, +2 Trade coins, +1000Exp has been deposited.

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