Chapter 141: [141] Heart Out

Instead of denying Kira’s request like a greedy little mommy who only thought about her own dripping cunt, Marcella acted like a true mother. She grabbed a thick fistful of Lara’s sweat-damp hair and tried to yank the girl’s mouth off her nipple. But Lara’s hold was vicious. Her teeth stayed locked around the soft, fat flesh so tightly that the entire heavy breast was dragged outward with her.

The soft, pale skin stretched. The pink nipple, already red and shiny with spit, got pulled into a long, lewd peak. Marcella threw her head back against the Daniel’s face, bit down hard on her lower lip, and let out a deep, filthy, throaty moan that vibrated straight from her chest.

"Mngh~??"

Her hazy, half-lidded motherly eyes fluttered. She tightened her fingers in Lara’s soft, sweat-slick curls and yanked the girl even harder against her body, forcing that young mouth to stay buried in her tit. Sensing what Marcella was about to do, Daniel opened his mouth and slowly let the teeth-marked, spit-shiny, fluttering pink flesh of both nipples slide free from his dripping lips. Thick strings of saliva stretched from his tongue to the abused peaks before finally snapping.

Marcella then slid off his body to one side, dragging Lara’s sweat-soaked, burning body along with her like a living blanket. Now the thick, mature woman lay on her back against the mattress, heavy tits rising and falling, while Lara’s smaller, firmer body pressed flat against her soft, motherly flesh. Lara’s young lips remained locked around one fat, spit-slick nipple. Her tongue darted out in slow, filthy circles, licking wetly around the dark red areola, flicking the stiff peak, then digging the tip into the soft milk-jar as if she were trying to fuck the nipple itself. Spit ran down the side of Marcella’s breast in shiny trails.

Marcella’s fingers loosened in Lara’s curls. She began stroking the girl’s damp hair like a proud, twisted mother while their two sinful, hot, sweat-slicked bodies ground against each other. She could feel Lara’s firm young tits squeezing and molding into the soft dough of her belly. Her stomach hollowed and curved inward slightly, as if trying to swallow those perky breasts into her own flesh. Their shapely, long legs coiled and tangled, thighs sliding wetly against each other, seeking more filthy contact.

"Go on, dear. Enjoy your mommy’s milkies. I won’t get in the way of your fun," Marcella muttered, voice thick and low, eyes dropped to watch Lara’s young lips desperately suckling on her tit with lust- and love-obsessed eyes. The wet, rhythmic suck-suck-suck sounds filled the air. Then she turned toward Kira’s astonished, stunned gaze, smiled with glossy lips, and whispered, "What are you waiting for? Go on. Daddy is all you—"

She halted mid-sentence and moaned, looking down at Lara again as the girl suddenly chewed on her soft nip.

"Ah~?? Naughty girl~ Don’t chew on your mommy’s nipple so suddenly~?? Ah~ Yes~??!"

Lara was relentless. Like a hungry little leech she had latched onto the fat nipple and kept sucking with wet, desperate force, cheeks hollowing, as if she were trying to milk Marcella dry even though she knew the older woman was cursed never to produce a single drop of milk in her life. Thick spit kept overflowing from the corners of her mouth, running down Marcella’s soft underboob and pooling in the deep valley between her heavy tits.

Finding Marcella occupied, Kira gulped hard. A visible bob of her throat. She turned her gaze back to Daniel’s hot, flushed, extremely handsome face. His lips were still shiny with spit and the faint taste of Marcella’s nipples.

DOKI—DOKI—??

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her face flushed a deep, pretty red. Heat crawled over her entire body like a fever. Her cunt throbbed around the thick cock that was still suffering the onslaught of her dripping saliva, the wet fabric of her clothes clinging to her swollen lips. Her mouth stayed parted for heavy breathing, her face tilted so that every inhale filled her nose with Daniel’s heavy, musky scent.

She was extremely nervous. Her heart jumped inside her chest like a deer fleeing through the forest. Her nipples hardened even further into proud, aching little peaks that poked obscenely against the thin, sweat-soaked fabric. Gathering every ounce of courage from her soft, dripping little cunt, she leaned in fully and dropped her young, meaty, sweat-soaked weight onto his front with a soft, heavy thump. His thick, heavy cock flattened under her soft belly, the hot length throbbing against her skin through the wet fabric.

Then she dragged her body upward, aiming for Daniel’s face. Her wet clothes clung to her hot, flushed skin and glided against his hard, manly body with a soft, sticky sound.

Her soft, clothed belly rubbed and squeezed against the flattened cock, forcing out a thick, pearly bead of precum that soaked further into her fabric, leaving a dark, wet stain. Then her soft, young, perky tits pressed flat and squeezed against his broad chest, the clothed nipples scraping roughly against his own firm ones, sending little sparks of pleasure through both of them.

Coming face to face, Kira could only freeze and look into Daniel’s eyes as he stared at that young, innocent, sweet, fairy-like face, cheeks flushed, lashes wet, lips slightly parted and shiny. She slid even higher because her short height hadn’t given her the angle she wanted. Then she circled her soft arms around his head over the pillow, leaning down until her face hovered just a single breath away from his.

Thick feminine musk mixed with the scent of tears, spit, and aroused cunt assaulted his lungs, making his already racing heart pound even harder like a horny stallion catching the scent of a lone mare grazing with her back unprotected. Thick, hot, spit-laden breaths hit each other’s parted lips and the hollows of their noses. Their eyes locked in a deep, heated, intimate, erotic stare. One pair filled with hope, expectation, thrill, love, and obsession. The other filled with worry, concern, unease, thrill, lust... and most of all, guilt. Through the 10x emotional feedback of Daniel’s emotions and feelings, Kira could feel every one of those emotions flooding into her, and somehow she knew they all belonged to the man she was clamping.

Taking a nervous gulp of thick saliva that she could feel sliding down her throat, she began in a soft, trembling voice,

"I... I don’t remember anything about the man whose seed gave me shape and form inside my mother’s womb. The only thing I know about him is that he left my mum right after I was born.

Maybe I was a mistake... something my parents made—"

"No—!" Daniel instantly tried to cut in, only to have his lips smacked against her soft ones. Kira had shot forward and pressed her mouth to his. It wasn’t a heated, deep kiss full of tongue and saliva but just a simple, trembling press of soft, warm flesh against soft flesh. Her lips were slightly chapped from nervous biting, yet impossibly soft.

Daniel was forced to stop mid-sentence. His eyes widened as those young, hot lips suddenly crashed against his. He could feel her trembling mouth, see her quivering lashes as she stared heatedly into his eyes from only inches away. Then she leaned back just enough to speak, her breath still washing over his lips,

"Don’t comfort me... I want to let my heart out..."

"My mother... she worked day and night. She switched jobs after jobs... all while cooking, cleaning, doing every household chore.

Parents stopped their kids from associating with me. They treated me like a plague. They told their children that I would spoil them, so they had to stay away from me.

I never understood why. Why me? What was in me that could potentially spoil them? Why were they treating me like that spoiled potato that ruins the others just by existing? Am I not a human, but a vegetable?

I remember crying late at night because of it. My mother would hug me to sleep with tears glistening in her eyes. I used to...

compliment her eyes for looking so soft and shiny, and she would smile at me so gently.

Only later did I understand the meaning of those shiny jewels and realize she was crying every night when she put me to sleep.

And that day... I cried a lot."

"Why... me?"

"My school demanded a father’s presence.

My mother showed up. Everyone mocked me for being fatherless even as a child. I can still recall the taunts one of my teachers gave behind my mother’s back after the Parent-Teacher Meeting when the results came out. I couldn’t study properly because of all those mocking and verbal taunts from the neighborhood children and their mothers...

My teacher... she... she mocked my mother by saying...

’Ah~ That’s why we shouldn’t take fatherless children. Just because of one student, the average of the class suffers. Sigh~ My bonus... Bitches like these who sleep around in their youth and wander around with a child... sigh... why do they come here to teach their unwanted children... Just go somewhere else...’

I can still remember my mother’s back hunching in shame as her fingers gripped my little hand so tightly that... it hurt me...

Some of the children had overheard the teacher. From that day on... everyone started calling me unwanted child... fatherless child... mistake... and soon those mocking taunts turned into physical bullying...

I... got... bullied... slapped... thrown... I... I..."

Thick, beady tears spilled from Kira’s small, innocent eyes and fell onto Daniel’s own eyes, nose, and cheeks in warm, salty drops. Instead of complaining, he simply listened to her heart while his own ached for the soft, trembling bundle of pain and flesh gripping his body. He could feel her emotions and feelings. Anyone watching might have thought he was a heartless man for not comforting her out loud. Read Advance Chapters On My Website - lustchild.wordpress.com

But, they would have been wrong. Looking at his glassy eyes getting splattered by Kira’s tears, one might assume Daniel couldn’t even shed a single tear of his own and required someone else’s. But they would be mistaken. Daniel was crying. His own tears mixed with hers and dripped down his temples, across his cheeks, and onto the pillow in slow, silent trails.