My Mom's Boyfriend
I went back upstairs.
We continued like animals in heat for what felt like an eternity. I’ve lost count, five rounds, maybe seven? Each one blurred into the next. Her mom was insatiable, riding me, bending over for me, letting me take her in every position I wanted. The room smelled of sweat and sex, the sheets soaked beneath us. I fucked her hard and deep, pounding into her until her voice grew hoarse from screaming my name. Every thrust was fueled by the dirty secret in my head: I was imagining Beverly the entire time.
By the time we finally collapsed, exhausted and spent, the sun was almost creeping up. We drifted off into a heavy sleep, her body curled against mine.
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