Don’t Tell Your Son I Filled His Mom(2)🍑🍆💦

Chapter 13.

Jaxon’s POV

Practice dragged like it was trying to torture me.

Every sprint, every drill, every whistle from coach felt like it was keeping me far from her. From Elena. My cock had been half-hard since last night, since I’d left her on the kitchen floor, her pussy dripping my cum. I kept replaying it: the way she clenched around me when I told her I was going to fill her again, the way she whispered “yes” like she was starving.

I needed to get out of here immediately.

Coach was blowing his whistle, running suicides when I jogged over, breathing hard. “Coach, I gotta bounce. My stomach’s all messed up. I think I ate something bad.”

I clutched my stomach trying to act like I was in pain.

He eyed me skeptically. Honestly from the way I was acting stiff, I knew my acting skills were trash but I had to try either way.

A creamy pussy is at stake!

“You sure? We got cardio in twenty.”

“Yeah. I swear. I’d run extra laps tomorrow coach.”

He waved me off. “Go… but be back in an hour. Don’t puke on my court.”

An hour? Dang it! I mumbled as I walked off the court.

Marcus caught me at the bench, grinning widely with a towel around his neck. “Yo, what’s got you so pumped to dip early? New girl jumping your bones or what?”

The guys around us laughed. I forced out a chuckle, but it came out tight. Awkward. Because in my head, I was picturing Elena’s legs wrapped around my shoulders, her nails digging in as her pussy swallowed every inch while I whispered “don’t tell your son.”

If Marcus knew, if he even suspected. I know he’d never look at me the same. Hell, he might never look at his mom the same.

I wouldn’t even want to see the outcome.

Would I even be alive to see the outcome?

“I just need to handle something,” I muttered. “Catch you later.”

He slapped my shoulder. “Handle it good bro.”

I headed for the locker room, my heart jumping in excitement. I was going to see Elena soon.

Halfway down the hall, I overheard two juniors; two skinny freshmen who prolly thought they were slick, leaning against the vending machine.

“Bro, you see that MILF walking towards the male’s locker room? Fuckin’ smoke show.”

“Those tits, man. Solutely hugeee. Bet her nipples are dark and fat. I’d suck em till she cried.”

The other laughed. “You’re nasty. I’m just going home to jerk to the memory.”

They wandered off. I froze. A hot MILF heading this way? My stomach flipped. No way. She wouldn’t. Not here. Not at school.

But my dick didn’t care about logic, it only throbbed harder.

I pushed through the locker room door.

There she was.

Her back facing me, standing in the middle of the empty room like she owned it. She wore a long deep navy armless maxi gown which clung to every curve. The fabric hugged her ass, outlining the dip of her waist to the swell of her hips. From behind she looked obscene, lewd like she’d dressed just to be stripped.

She turned slowly when she heard the door click shut.

Elena.

Her eyes were dark, hungry. Her lips parted. Cheeks flushed.

“Mrs Rayes,” I said, my voice low and rough. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer right away. She just walked up to the long mirror above the sinks, her hips swaying.

She hopped onto the counter, her ass perched on the edge. The gown rode up to her thighs as she sat.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said softly. “Since last night, since you left me leaking your cum on your kitchen floor.” She spread her legs slowly. No panties. Just bare glistening pussy. She dragged two fingers through her slick folds, showing me how wet she was. The strings of her arousal connected to her fingertips as she pulled them apart. “My pussy’s been pulsing for you all day. Aching. Empty.”

I locked the door behind me, my head slamming.

“You’re insane,” I said , stepping closer. “What if someone walks in then–”

“Then they’ll see what you do to me.” She said leaning back on her hands, her tits begging to be released from the thin fabric.

“But you’re not going to stop me are you?”

I stopped right in front of her. Close enough to feel her heat. “What if Marcus finds out…”

A wild, wicked smile formed on her face. “Then don’t let him find out.” She reached under her shoulders, then slowly peeled down the gown. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full with her dark nipples already tight and begging.

“Did you miss these, Jaxon? Did you miss having them in your mouth while you fucked me?”

I groaned as I used the back of my legs to locate the bench across from her, plumping onto it. My eyes were locked on her body as she spread her legs wide. She was such a fucking vision. Her gown bunched at her waist, her thighs open as her fingers circled her clit slowly.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispered. She pushed her fingers into her pussy as she brought it back out, gleaming with her juices. She sucked her own fingers clean of her taste, then slid them back down. Teasing her entrance.

“Watch me.”

I pulled my shorts down just enough. My throbbing cock sprang out, my cum leaking out begging to fill her hole. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it slowly, up and down till I started to feel the pressure building up at the tip.

“Finger yourself,” I ordered. “Deep.”

She obeyed, sliding two fingers in as the moaned low and desperate. She pumped them in and out as she used her thumb to circle her clit. Her head fell back against the mirror, her breasts heaving.

“Like this? Like how you fucked me last night?”

“Harder,” I growled. “Make yourself come for me.”

She did, her fingers jerking faster as the wet sounds filled the room. Her moans turned needy, broken. I stroked myself faster, matching her rhythm. Eyes on her, watching her tits bounce with every thrust of her hand. One the way her pussy sucked at her fingers.

The pressure was building up fast as I arched my back to support the cum building up.

We came together. She cried out, her body shaking as her fingers were buried deep inside her squirting over the basin; me groaning low, thick ropes shooting across my stomach and onto the bench.

But I wasn’t done.

I stood up, walked up to her and grabbed her hips. I pulled her off the counter and spun her around so she faced the mirror. Bending her over the sink, I yanked the gown over her ass.

“Gonna fill mummy up again,” I rasped against her ear. “Gonna pump this pussy so full you’ll feel me whenever you’re walking.”

“Yes…please…fill mummy up..”

I slammed in with one brutal thrust. She cried out, her hands slapping the mirror for balance. I fucked her rough and fast, dragging her hair up to see her reflection.

“Look at how filthy you are,” I groaned as I slapped her ass. She let out a soft moan and I shoved two fingers into her mouth.

“Imagine what Mr Rayes would say if he saw his wife being bent over by his son’s friend,” I felt her pussy tighten against me.

“So you like being threatened with your husband? You like my dick better than his huh?”

She moaned loudly, enjoying every bit of my teasing.

“Take it,” I growled. “Take every drop. I’m gonna breed you right where your son changes.”

She screamed, “feel me– fill mummy’s naughty pussy– don’t stop–”

Suddenly, footsteps.

They were heavy, already getting closer.

I froze mid-thrust. She clenched around me, hard like the risk of being caught made her hornier.

The doorknob rattled.

I pulled out fast, my heart in my throat. I grabbed a towel from the bench and wrapped it round my waist, pretending I had just gotten out of the shower.

The door swung open.

It was Marcus.

He stepped in, his towel over his shoulder.

“Yo, thought you left. Coach is looking for you, you feeling better now?”

I rubbed the towel over my head casually like nothing had happened.

“Yeah,uh… I feel better now. Coming.”

“You’re acting…weird,” he raised a brow before sniffing the air and frowned.

“Smells weird in here. Like… I dunno. Sweat and sumn else.”

I shrugged. “Probably some old gym socks man.”

He laughed. “Whatever man, hurry up.”

He turned and left.

The door clicked shut.

I breathed a sigh of relief and headed to my locker.

Opening it, there she was sprawled on the floor, her pussy swollen, dripping, her breasts still out with her eye lids half open like she’d just been wrecked.

She was panting heavily as her lips parted, lipstick already smeared.

“That was close,” I whispered.

She looked up at me, her smile turning filthy.

“But it was definitely worth it.”

I was surprised, I never knew she was this provocative.

Not wanting to waste time, I dressed up quickly. Putting on my jersey and shorts, not wanting to stare at how owned and wrecked she looked.

“Stay here a minute,” I said. “Then sneak out the back.”

She nodded, still breathing hard.

I left her there on the locker room floor, marked, leaking, waiting for next time.

Being addicted didn’t even cover it anymore.