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

Chapter 12

Jaxon’s POV

Marcus had been talking about his mom all week like it was nothing.

“Mom’s been acting weird lately,” he said at practice, wiping the sweat from his forehead after we’d just succeeded in hitting a three point shot that broke the tie with the opposing team.

“Dad’s been gone for over six months now and she’s just… quiet. She stays at the kitchen counter every night and then drowns herself drinking wine. She keeps saying she’s fine, but you know how moms are.”

I nodded, pretending it was something casual. Inside, my pulse kicked up like I’d just escaped a spray and pray.

Elena Reyes. Mrs Rayes to everyone else. She was Forty one with curves that didn’t quit, thanks to numerous yogas and Pilates I’ve seen her doing during my visits. She had long dark hair she usually tied into a messy bun and those full black-pink pigmented lips that always looked like they were holding back a secret smile when she hugged me goodbye after hanging by their place.

She’d always been kind to me, kinder than my mom who only knew how to express her love to multiple men who crashed at our place, stealing her heart and sometimes her jewelry.

When Mrs Rayes found out about the type of life I lived; a promiscuous mother with a drunk father, oh. Who’s now in jail, she treated me like her own.

My love for her grew; a motherly love. Then it twisted into something insane.

I’d been jerking off to her since sophomore year.

First, during summer break at the pool where her bikini top slipped just enough to show the edge of a nipple. To the way she bent over to pick up Marcus’s cleats, her ass round and perfect in those yoga pants.

There was a time she caught me staring at her ass when she was in a chiffon nightgown. She didn’t say anything, just held my gaze for a second too long then licked her bottom lip before turning away.

Tonight, Marcus crashed early after we smoked too much on his back porch. He passed out on the couch watching highlights. I waited for about twenty minutes, my heart slamming hard then I slipped out of the front door like I was leaving for good. I walked around the block then circled back, passing through the other side of the house. The gate was unlocked.

Of course it was.

Elena never remembers to latch it.

The back door to the kitchen was cracked open too. Warm lights came from inside, spilling out onto the patio. I stepped inside as quietly as I could.

She was there.

She leaned against the counter in a thin silk robe, the color of red wine, with one hip leaning on the chair, sipping from a glass.

She let her hair down, falling down over her shoulders. The robe was slightly opened just enough at the chest to show the inner curve of her tits; no bra. Her hardened nipples made an outline against the fabric like she was cold. Or turned on.

She didn’t react when she saw me. Just raised an eyebrow.

“Forgot your hoodie?” She asked, her voice low, amused.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Marcus is out cold.”

She took another sip, her eyes sliding down my body. I was still in my jersey and my basketball shorts which wasn’t doing any justice hiding how fast I was getting hard just by looking at her.

“You always sneak in after he’s asleep, Jaxon?”

My throat clicked when I swallowed. “Only when I can’t stop thinking about something.”

She set the glass down slowly before turning her full attention towards me. “And what’s that?”

I walked over to her, standing close enough to smell her. Her vanilla body lotion mixed with the red wine, and that faint, feminine scent that made my cock twitch.

“You,” I said, my tone flat and honest. “I’ve been thinking about you for years. The way you look at me sometimes. Like you know exactly what I want to do to you.”

Her breath hitched. Just for a moment. But I heard it.

“Jaxon…” She tried to make it sound like a warning, but she failed.

“You’re Marcus’s best friend. This is…”

“Wrong?” I cut in. “Yeah I know. That’s why my dick’s so hard right now.”

Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge hiding in my shorts. She bit her lip, hard.

I closed the distance, backing her against the counter. I placed my hands at both sides, her in the middle, preventing her from moving. She didn’t push me away.

“You know,” I said, placing my mouth close to her ear. “I’ve imagined this so many times,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Bending you over this counter. Spreading you open as I slide in raw, pounding and fucking you until you’re shaking. Then filling you up, deep as I watch it drip out your pretty pussy while you try not to moan too loud in case Marcus wakes up.”

I felt her whole body shiver, her nipples poking harder against the silk.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she whispered.

“Why not?” I leaned in, sticking a tongue inside her ear before speaking. “You’re already wet, aren’t you? I can smell it. I bet if I slipped my hand between your legs right now, you’d soak my fingers.”

A soft whimper escaped from her lips.

I slid one hand down her thighs then traced it beneath her robe, touching her bare skin. She had no panties on. Just smooth, warm thigh. I moved my hands higher, she was already drenched, her folds slick parting easily around my fingers. I circled her clit once, slowly.

She gasped, her hips jerking forward.

“See?” I growled. “You want this as bad as I do. Want me to creampie you. Pump you full until it’s running down your thighs. Don’t you?”

“God…” she grabbed my wrist but didn’t pull my hand away. I pushed it harder against her instead.

“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me you want my cum inside you.”

Her head fell back against the counter, her eyes already glassy. “I…I want it. Want you to fill me. Just once. Please.”

That was all I needed.

“After this… you’d want more. Trust me.”

I dropped to my knees then shoved her robes open. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, causing her musky scent to hit me.

I buried my face between her thighs.

She tasted like sin; sweet, salty, addictive. I licked her slow at first, savouring every shudder. Then harder. I sucked her clit, my tongue swirling and stroking it as I fucked her with my mouth until her hands were in my hair, pulling and grinding her hips against my mouth as she smeared my face with her juice.

She came fast and hard, as she bit her own hand to muffle her cries. Her thighs clamped around my head, her pussy pulsing as she flooded my tongue with her squirt and cum.

I stood up, then pressed my lips into hers so she’d taste herself. She sucked my lips hungrily, raping my tongue with hers till broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

I spun her around, bending her over the counter. I yanked my shorts down, my cock sprang free; thick, veined and painfully leaking at the tip.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes wild with her lips parted.

“Condom?” She whispered. Weak.

I rubbed the head along her slit. “No. I want to feel you raw. Want to feel you clench when I come.”

She whimpered, then pushed her ass towards me, urging me to fill her.

I thrusted in with a long, deep stroke. Buried to the hilt. She cried out sharp then it melted into a moan.

Fuck she was tight. Hot. Perfect.

I started moving, hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. Her tits bounced under her robe. I reached around and pinched her nipple. She arched her back deeper, moaning.

“Fuck…how are you this old and tight. Gonna fill you in,” I growled against her neck. “I’m gonna creampie this neglected pussy. Mark it. Make it mine.”

“Yes…fuck…yes.”

I felt her tighten, another orgasm building. I slammed deeper, grinding against her cervix.

“Come for me,” I ordered. “Come for me while I breed you.”

She fluttered, her walls fluttering and milking me. I couldn’t hold back, I groaned low, burying myself deeper into her as I came. My thick spurt pulsed inside her. Filling her as it overflowed. I kept thrusting through it, pushing my cum deeper.

When I finally pulled out, a thick bead of white leaked out from her swollen lips, dripping onto the tile.

She trembled, her legs quivering as she turned towards me. Her eyes dazed and cheeks flushed.

I kissed her again, softly this time, possessive.

“I’m not done with you Mrs Rayes,” I whispered against her lips.

She smiled, small and wicked. Already hungry for more.

“Tomorrow,” she breathed. “When he’s at practice. Come back. I want more.”

I left through the back door, my cock still half hard, her taste still on my tongue, her cum and mine smeared on my thighs.

Addicted.

Already planning how much deeper I’d go next time.