Steamy Dreams
“It’s done, Mom. I’ll be still and give you a rest.”
“That was really stupid, Craig. What if you tore my insides?” She winced from speaking.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to be talking. Except to help me get inside of you.”
Mother growled, her ass too uncomfortable to use her diaphragm to talk. She turned her head to the bed’s headboard and took quick shallow breaths as if fighting the pain of childbirth.
I needed time to recover too. She hadn’t been the only one in distress. Her deep tissues had wiped away the copious lube from the head of my dick. The last shove grated the sensitive underside. I nearly howled with her.