“Yes, Trent,” she breathed, brown eyes warm, languid, giving everything up to me. “And I want you. I want you to fuck me, please Daddy,” she panted with a little shake of her hips.
And that was all it took. The feel of her pussy sliding against me, the friction unbearable, sent me over the edge and I began pounding her deep, my hips like pistons, running into her again and again, the sound of slapping flesh so obscene in the small room, pushing her legs wide, pussy lips spread.
“Ah fuck, little girl,” I grunted, balls hitting her asshole on every penetrating fuck, bouncing off her hot hole. “Ah fuck, you feel so good.”
And the brunette mewled beneath me, lost to sensation, savoring the pound in her hot cunt.
“Yes, Trent, yes,” she panted. “Yes, give it to me.”
But I’m a horny motherfucker with tricks up my sleeve, and a straight set wasn’t in the works tonight. Oh no, I’d caught Marie playing with toys and I wanted to take her to the next level, to titillate and arouse like she’d never been before. So after a couple deep pounds, I backed off and with one swift flick of my wrist, fucked the dildo in again, pushing it all the way into her pussy before pulling out.
“Ohhhh!” the brunette screamed, pulsing with ecstasy, the dirtiness of what we were doing breaking through barriers. “Ohhh!”
And with a grunt, I used the toy a couple more times before rotating back to my dick, sliding in with absolute mastery, my ownership of her complete, that swollen pussy so fucked, so wet, and all mine.
“That’s it,” I ground out into her ear, our breaths mingling, foreheads almost touching as I pulsed into her cunt. “That’s it, you belong to Daddy.”
And Marie squealed beneath me, thighs spreading wider, welcoming, sweet body pulsing with lust.
“Yes, yes Daddy,” she panted, our bodies locked together, entwined, two pieces of a puzzle, so right, so tight. “Yes,” she breathed again.
And perhaps it was the utter surrender, the feel of the woman melting around me, her giving nature, the soft flesh cushioning, embracing my deep hardness that made me give it up. Because I’d struggled this entire time, my arousal roaring like never before, my need to possess, own, and dominate so hungry, so overwhelming that with a mighty roar, a jerk of my hips and an arch of my back, I climaxed. Oh yeah, my balls twitched once, twice, my ass convulsing as I delved deep once more, and fuck, sperm started spraying like a hose, I blasted again and again into the beautiful woman, coating her insides with my cum.
“Unf!” I grunted, “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And at that moment, Marie burst as well, her pussy spasming hard, her back almost coming off the bed as she screamed, breasts lifted to the heavens, my mouth locked on hers as that sweet body dissolved beneath me.
“Mmmm!” she squealed, hands scrabbling on my back, almost leaving welts as she scratched, the loving was so good. “Mmmm!
She was calling my name, I could tell, as her pussy gave it up, milking me, the engorged walls literally clamping around me, deep draws pulling the sperm from my dick, sucking it into her most private spot. And I loved it, I loved every second of it, how slutty this woman was, how I’d caught her doing the nasty and she hadn’t been embarrassed, instead giving it up to me like a true cumbucket.
Because she was my slut, oh fuck yeah, she was my fuck slut. I want all my women to be sluts, I want them hot and nasty around me, pussy creaming, because yeah, I want a willing woman in my bed, someone who can’t wait to get dick. And Marie, with her willful, wanton ways was exactly the answer. She was my hot MILF, so shy on the one hand, but with a warm, voluptuous body, a sweet cunt, and my name trembling on her lips. Oh yeah, I was going to have a good time with my friend’s mom … and for as long as possible.
CHAPTER TEN
Marie
My eyes opened drowsily, body curiously warm, overheated almost. What was going on? Maybe I’d left the thermostat too high, it was sweltering in my room.
But when I tried to lift an arm to push the sheets off, everything came crashing down. Because my limb was trapped by a huge, male arm wrapped around me, pinning me against a muscular form.
Gasping, my eyes flew open. Oh my god, what had happened? And as realization filtered into my brain, I stiffened slightly. Oh god, oh god, I’d had sex with Trent again, he’d caught me with the inseminator and instead of being disgusted, instead of slamming the door with a frigid look, the alpha male had roared like a lion. My son’s friend had strode into the room, taking the dildo in hand, and fucked me with it himself, rotating between his live dick and the toy, pushing into my folds, making me squirm, squeal and pant until I gave it up, screaming my pleasure to the heavens.
And it’d been so good, so hot, that I’d literally blacked out afterwards, passing into a dazed euphoria and then slipping soundlessly into sleep. Except now, the big male was with me in bed, that muscular body keeping me warm and toasty on a cold night. I moved experimentally and that woke him, the sleepy bear coming to life.
“You good, baby girl?” his deep voice sounded in my ear, fingers rolling a nipple gently, lightly squeezing my breastflesh. “You good?”
I sighed languorously, loving his touch, his hand on a big boob. I sighed again, grinding my pussy unconsciously against his thigh, stretching as best I could with his warm form wrapped around me. Because yeah, I was just about pinned to the bed, Trent’s massive form on me, around me, almost in me, his penis head right up against my soft slit.
But he wasn’t in me at the moment. Sure, my skin caked with the remnants of his seed, my cream, our loving still tainting the air around us, the sex smells pungent and arousing. But we’d finished for the moment, he’d pulled out to let my pussy get a break, enjoying the silence, our intimate time together.
So I mewled again, nestling up against his masculine frame.
“I’m good,” I confirmed, nodding shyly, even though it was ludicrous given the circumstances. “I’m good.”
And Trent chuckled deep in his chest, stroking my hip now.
“That’s good, Miz Sands,” he growled. “Now you want to tell me about the toy?”
My eyes flew open then because right, I was Ms. Sands, his best friend’s mom, no longer some strange fuck. And shit, the inseminator, where was it? I twisted awkwardly and caught a glimpse, the flesh-colored dildo lying on the bed next to us. It lay there, obscene, almost pulsing still, the image of a man’s dick, huge and full, ready to penetrate.
But what could I do? There was a question hanging in the air and I had to answer.
“I know how this seems,” I began, almost too embarrassed to meet Trent’s eyes. “I know what this looks like.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“What does it look like?” he growled, amused.
I looked down again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.
“Well, that I’m so desperate that I’d use a dildo,” I murmured, barely able to say the words. “I guess I must seem really lonely,” I finished in a whisper.
But Trent pulled me close, his big chest vibrating with shudders. And suddenly I jerked my chin up to look at him. Because those were shakes of laughter, the alpha male was laughing at me.
“No, not laughing at you,” he admonished gently, chucking me under the chin. “Laughing with you because you’re so ridiculous.”
Confusion flickered in my eyes before I pouted a bit.
“How? Why am I ridiculous?” I demanded, straightening my shoulders indignantly. “Why is that ridiculous?”
But he pulled me close again, lightly stroking my back, the curve of my spine.
“Because honey,” he ground out. “It was so fucking beautiful seeing you fuck yourself like that, a woman in need, satisfying herself, spreading her puss for a deep drill, finger in her ass. I liked seeing you take what you wanted, even if it was from a fake dick.”
I blushed again.
“But that’s the thing. I used a toy because I didn’t have, um, a man,” I finished lamely. But Trent just shrugged carelessly.
“Honey, you just got stuffed by a real man, tonight and last night. I’d say you’re the furthest thing from desperate.” And this time, I really blushed, so hot that the pink ran across my bosom, spreading down my tummy and all the way to my soft cunt. My mouth opened to say something inane, but Trent interrupted.
“But what’s with that dildo?” he asked curiously. “It’s not a regular one, what’s with the hollow interior?”
I couldn’t move for a moment, stiffening in his arms awkwardly. Because the truth had to come out now. So with a deep breath, I met his eyes and began slowly. “Trent,” I murmured, “you’re absolutely right, it’s not your average dildo. It’s an inseminator. You fill it with semen and then push it into yourself, to, you know, get pregnant.”
The big man was so still that I shrunk a bit, afraid he was going to kick me out of bed, give me the boot even though this was technically my house.
“You’re trying to get pregnant?” he rumbled again, voice neutral.
And I nodded, taking another deep breath.
“I’m thirty-nine,” I said softly, “Almost forty, and time’s running out to do it naturally. I don’t have a man,” I said in a rush, “so it seemed like sperm donation was the best option.”
Trent immediately looked down then, catching my eye.
“But there was no sperm in that dildo,” he ground out. “It was just a piece of plastic.”
And I nodded hesitantly.
“I haven’t found a donor yet,” I said slowly, confirming his observation. “So no, there was no sperm. But when the time comes, there will be and I’m going to inseminate myself, push the dildo into my pussy and depress the plunger, spilling real seed. So that’s what you saw,” I said again, slowly. “There was no sperm just now, but there will be in the future.”
Trent didn’t say anything at first, just holding me close, his face thoughtful. But I couldn’t do nothing, I needed something from him, an answer, a reaction, something. So I pressed ahead.
“Is it okay?” I asked. “I mean, I know this is a lot to take, it’s kind of unexpected. I totally understand if you’re disgusted,” I said quickly, trying to look unfazed. “I completely don’t mind,” I fibbed. I had to lie, the truth was so much more difficult, so complicated that I couldn’t wrap my head around it just yet.
But Trent’s face was still, his expression giving nothing away.
“Honestly Marie, I don’t know what to think,” he said slowly, blue eyes finally meeting mine, serious and mature. “I haven’t exactly encountered this situation before, so I’m kinda at a loss.”
I nodded again furiously, cheeks flushing.
“Of course, I know this is, um, a little nontraditional,” I said. “It’s not every day you meet a woman who’s bent on inseminating herself.”
He glanced at me, mouth quirking on one side.
“Especially not when that woman happens to be your best friend’s mom,” he added dryly, low voice a rumble.
And I blushed again, beet red this time. It was so ironic, we were nude in one another’s arms, my breasts pressed against his chest, his fingers still lightly stroking my back, even trailing over my behind, and yet we were having a very serious conversation with plenty of revelations and discoveries, reiterating the wackoness of the situation.
“That’s right, I’m Robbie’s mom,” I said quietly, reaffirming the point. “I completely get it if this is too weird, it’s weird for me too,” I said, moving to disentangle myself, to pull away from the big man, as much as I didn’t want to. The more distance the better, this wasn’t going to work out, no way, no how, there was no place for this relationship, if you could even call it that.
But Trent wasn’t giving up so soon, his massive arms tightening around me like steel bands, holding my soft form to him, curvy and voluptuous.
“Naw,” he ground out, almost pinning me in place. “It’s different, it’s new, but I didn’t say it was bad,” he rumbled. “In fact, that was the opposite of bad, tonight has been fucking amazing, wouldn’t you say?”
I blushed again. Holy shit, why was I always blushing in his presence? He made all my senses go awry, every nerve attuned to his words, his moods.
“It was amazing,” I confirmed softly, “You felt so good in me, both last night and tonight, always,” I murmured, biting my lip.
And he grunted his approval again, catching my mouth in another deep kiss.
“Then why don’t we go with it, Miz Sands?” he asked. “You feel good, I feel good, this set-up is a little strange, but I’ve only got a week in town. And we might as well enjoy ourselves. Life is short, and hey, maybe I can even help you with the insemination,” he added wickedly, giving my ass a light slap.
I jolted then, eyes flying wide.
“You’re okay with it then?” I whispered hesitantly, still unable to believe my ears. “You’re okay with the fact that I’m trying to get pregnant? Because um, you know, we haven’t exactly been using protection.”
And the big man was still for a moment, his hand pausing in its exploration of my body. But his palm started caressing again, lightly skimming my buttocks, running over the exaggerated S of my hips.
“That’s right,” he growled, “but it was just twice, I’m sure we’re fine. Going forward, I won’t come in you, I’ll make sure you finish with the inseminator deep in your puss, that you milk that baby dry. Because that’s what you want, right? That’s how you’ll get pregnant.”
Fuck. It wasn’t what I wanted at all, I wanted his dick in me, spraying me with that virile cum, soaking me with his lust. But I couldn’t admit it, couldn’t say straight out that that I wanted his seed, his virile semen. So I just bit my lip and nodded again.
“Yes, finish me with it,” I murmured, cheeks going red again. “Put it in me and we’ll end that way going forwards.”
Trent’s arms tightened around me, pulling me close.
“Good,” he ground out in my ear. “Because for the rest of this week, I’m gonna be in your bed every night, tearing up that sweet body, making sure you come so hard and fast that you ache all over, begging for dick every second. And you know what?” he grunted, blue eyes flaring again. “Let’s get the sperm. Let’s get some of the good stuff and I’ll use it in the inseminator, get you pregnant with it. You’ll have a baby by week’s end, I promise,” he ground out into my ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe.
I mewled beneath him, already beginning to lose myself, to give myself up to the big man. Because this wasn’t quite what I wanted, I wanted a week with Trent, a week where he spilled his sperm in me every night, every chance he could get, that hot virility seeding me, my body growing round with the evidence of his cum. But I couldn’t say it, it was too soon, too weird, and crazy as all get out. Because there was nothing between us but a week, a week of hot sessions. Trent wasn’t promising me the world, he was promising to help me on my quest, and that was all I could expect.
So I gave in, wrapping my arms around that broad back, bringing him to me for another deep kiss, pushing my reservations, my deepest wants out of my mind, burying them in my subconscious. Because I craved something real with this man, but there was no way to ask. We weren’t a matched pair, we were two strangers who’d found one another through pure coincidence, and one week was all I had. One week was all Trent was offering, and although it made me ache with pain, a deep sadness growing within, it was the only option available, and I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no because I whatever he was offering, I was gonna take, even if it hurt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trent
It’s crazy, what we’re doing. The sex is crazy, the loving is crazy, and this woman is crazy and I fucking love it. Because for the past week, I’ve been sneaking up to Marie’s room each night, fucking the woman until she can’t breathe, can’t speak, delight shining from her eyes, her arms and legs clasped around me like the sweetest bonds.
And it’s amazing in every way, the way she shudders around me, t
aking me deep, the way she pants my name, screams it when she comes. Shit, I’m surprised we haven’t woken Robbie, the way we’re going at it for hours, non-stop, barely breaking between each session.
But Marie laughed lightly, a soft giggle that made my heart hum.
“My son’s a heavy sleeper,” she breathed softly, still hot from our last session. “I was really worried when he was younger that we’d have a fire and I wouldn’t be able to wake him.”
I studied her closely, that perfect peachy pout, the brown eyes still flooded with warmth, liquid in the aftermath of our loving. And I leaned forward to kiss her, to run my tongue against the seam of her lips, where my dick had just been moments before.
“Robbie’s always been like this?” I rumbled as she gasped. “So what did you do?”
And Marie panted a little, still breathless.
“I kept a cowbell by his bed,” she admitted. “One of those big ones that they sound a races to cheer on runners, the kind where the clanging can be heard from blocks away. That, and a megaphone,” she added. “I was so afraid that he wouldn’t wake up in case of fire that I stashed those by his bed for years, so I could get him up if there was an emergency.”
I grunted. That sounded about right. During my two semesters rooming with Robbie, he’d slept like a log, I’d fucked a couple girls in our dorm room while he snored, and the dude had never woken once, not when the girls cried out with lust, their small bodies shaking with orgasm as I dicked them deep.
And I guess this was a version of the same scenario. I was taking another female within spitting distance, except that this time the girl was his mom. It should have felt wrong, it should have felt incredibly criminal and disgusting, but it didn’t. Because somehow my hours with Marie were so fucking fantastic, fulfilling in every way, her sweet form milking me, pulsing around me, giving it up every which way that it felt absolutely right actually, like I was walking on air most times, hand in hand with my best girl. And I could tell Miz Sands felt the same way. We should have been ashamed at what we were doing, going like rabbits just a few doors down from her son, but instead it was good, there was sweetness and light, fireworks as our bodies met and exploded, desiring one another, savoring the loving that warmed us from within.
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