#49
I woke to a slow, steady pressure around my cock, the kind of sensation that dragged me from dreams with a groan. Blinking my eyes open, I found Ally nestled against me, her small hand wrapped firmly around my shaft, pumping up and down with unhurried strokes. She must’ve been at it for a while, teasing me while I slept.
She began to rub the head of my cock again with the palm of her hand, pulling out my balls with her other hand and squeezing them. I breathed out a low chuckle and kissed the crown of her head. She tilted up to look at me, eyes wide, lips parted in a smile that was half-innocent, half-mischievous.
“Good morning,” she whispered, her tone sweet but demanding, and without missing a beat, she kept stroking me, faster now, her thumb grazing the head with each pass.
“Good morning,” I smiled, sinking back into the pillow, letting the warmth of her hand wash over me. Every nerve in me felt alive.
I felt the sheets move more as she shifted between my legs under the covers. Her fist, she kept carefully clamped around my cock, pumping it, the skin sliding along under her fingers. I moaned when she squeezed the shaft hard, and she giggled.
Her eyes never left mine, glittering with mischief, as if daring me to look away. When her lips brushed me, soft and lingering, a sharp breath hissed through my teeth.
It was a soft, gentle kiss, with the same lips she kisses me on my lips. Then she planted another kiss on the tip of my penis, and her kisses moved downward around my cock. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked the shaft as if she were discovering something new.
She teased at first—slow, playful, like she enjoyed dragging it out just to watch me squirm.
Her hands pressed down on my hips, keeping me pinned as she took her time, savoring every reaction I gave her. The warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue traced me, had my muscles straining in seconds.
Before long, she opened her mouth and took me inside. Her eyes were closed as her lips were tightly wrapped around my cock. She started to move her head back and forth- slowly and affectionately. She didn’t need any encouragement or advice because at this point, she knew exactly what to do, bobbing her head up and down.
“Oh god…”
I groaned low, reaching for her hair, threading my fingers through it as her pace quickened.
Her head bobbed in a calculated motion. Her hands were in sync with its stroking. Her tongue was in the same alignment. She sucked my cock with so much enthusiasm and vigor that she had to use her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ears.
I was propped up on the pillows, one hand tangled in her tousled hair, not guiding but just feeling its silkiness. That’s when her phone beeped from the nightstand, a sharp little chime cutting through the haze of pleasure.
Ally didn’t even pause. Her lips stayed sealed around my throbbing length, sucking lightly as she reached over with one hand, grabbing the device without breaking her rhythm.
I watched, mesmerized and a bit amused, as she unlocked the screen with her thumb, all while her mouth continued its devoted work. The sight was ridiculous in the best way—her cheeks hollowing out as she drew me deeper, eyes flicking to the phone, multitasking like a pro.
She pulled back just enough to type, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip.
She grinned up at me, that mischievous sparkle in her eyes, before diving right back in, licking along the underside like she was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot day. Her free hand wrapped around the base, stroking firmly, twisting just a little at the top to make my hips buck involuntarily.
“Who’s that?” I managed to ask, my voice husky, trying not to laugh at how absurdly hot this was.
Ally hummed around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my balls. She slid me out again, pumping her hand lazily while she glanced at the screen.
“It’s Rod,” she said casually, as if she weren’t kneeling there with my dick in her grip, her tongue darting out to lap at the precum beading at the slit. “…Asking where we are. Wants us to come down for breakfast.” She rolled her eyes playfully, then leaned in to swirl her tongue around the head, sucking it into her mouth with a soft, teasing pop. “Like, dude, give us five more minutes.”
I chuckled, scooting back against the headboard to get a better view of her.
The sheets were rumpled around us, the morning light filtering through the curtains of the room, casting a warm glow on her skin. She looked up at me through her lashes, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm—up and down, squeezing just right at the base.
“What are you gonna tell him?” I asked, reaching down to brush a strand of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her cheek affectionately.
She smirked, typing one-handed while her other hand worked me over. Her fingers were slick with her own spit, gliding smoothly, and every few strokes she’d lean in to kiss the tip, her lips soft and lingering.
“Telling him we’re… occupied,” she said with a wink, her voice muffled as she took me back into her mouth, bobbing deeper this time, her throat relaxing to take more of me.
The nonchalant way she said it, like discussing brunch plans while deepthroating, had me grinning like an idiot. It was hilarious, arousing as hell.
I watched her text, her thumbs flying over the screen, all while her head moved in that hypnotic rhythm. She sucked harder on the upstroke, her cheeks hollowing, then released me with a gasp, only to lick flat-tongued from balls to tip, tracing the vein that pulsed under her attention.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” I murmured, my hand sliding down to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple until it pebbled under my touch. She arched into it, moaning softly around my cock as she hit send.
“Cum inside my mouth,” she smirked, before popping off again to reply to whatever Rod shot back. Her eyes lit up with amusement as she read it.
“He’s all, “Hurry up, pancakes are getting cold.””
She laughed, a light, bubbly sound, and leaned in to nuzzle my shaft against her cheek, rubbing it there like it was her favorite toy.
“I’m a bit hungry now. What about you?” She gave me a long, slow lick, her tongue pressing flat and firm, before sucking the head back in, humming contentedly.
“Me too.” I groaned, my free hand joining hers at the base, guiding her just a bit as she worked. “But for now, tell him we’ll be down in ten. Or twenty.”
My voice was rough, pleasure building in my core as she took me deeper, her nose brushing my pubic bone.
“Would that be enough time?” she pulled back, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking me with that perfect twist that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you intending to suck me dry so early in the morning?”
“That’s my plan~” She grinned, then bent down to kiss along my inner thigh, her lips trailing fire before she lapped at my balls, sucking one gently into her mouth. The sensation was electric, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin while her hand kept pumping my cock.
“You’re killing me here,” I said, laughing breathlessly, pulling her up for a quick kiss.
Our lips met, tasting of me and her, and she melted into it, her body pressing close, breasts squishing against my chest. It was affectionate, sweet even, amid the filth—her hand still lazily jerking me as we made out, tongues tangling lazily.
She broke the kiss with a nip to my lower lip, eyes dancing.
“Good way to go, though.”
Then she was back down, engulfing me in one smooth motion, her mouth hot and wet, sucking with renewed vigor. Her phone beeped again, but she ignored it this time, focusing on me—bobbing faster, her hand twisting at the base, saliva dripping down to coat everything. I could feel her throat constrict around the head, her gag reflex tamed by practice, and it was heaven.
My body responded instantly, the heat rising fast, far too fast after the night I’d had.
I couldn’t help but think of a few hours earlier—Layla beneath me, her voice hoarse from moans and cries, her body giving out long before my stamina did.
I’d fucked her hard until she collapsed against the sheets, trembling and satisfied. Sneaking back to my bed not long after, I hadn’t expected another round so soon. Yet here I was, 6AM, with Ally milking me awake.
Thinking that Ally was cleaning my cock from Layla’s juices, thinking it was hers, felt incredibly hot and sexy. Naturally, I would not say anything about it. I don’t want to die on my lover’s knife, and surely Ally would not want to know either. So I might as well keep it for both of our sakes.
Nevertheless, it’s truly incredible.
My young body should’ve been exhausted, running on barely an hour of rest. But somehow I felt fine—more than fine, even. As if the only fuel I needed was the constant release, the steady rhythm of emptying my balls again and again into whoever dared to take me.
“Fuck, babe. I’m gonna cum.”
“Hmmmh~!”
Ally moaned, loving the name, causing vibrations on my cock that begrudgingly made me realize how close I was to my release.
I threaded my fingers through her hair again, not pushing, just holding, watching her with a mix of awe and lust.
“Keep that up and I’m really cumming.”
She looked up, eyes locking on mine, my cock still in her mouth, and she winked before sucking harder, her cheeks flushing with effort and arousal. It was flirtatious, affectionate—the way she’d pause to kiss the tip, murmuring, “Fill me up,” before licking me clean of the fresh bead of precum.
Ally’s hand squeezed my balls, her mouth a vacuum, and I shattered, thrusting up as I came, flooding her throat with hot spurts. She swallowed every drop, milking me dry with her lips and tongue, humming in satisfaction.
When I finally slumped back, spent and buzzing, she crawled up my body, kissing me deeply, sharing the taste of myself.
“Now, how do you like that wake-up call?” she asked with a grin, nuzzling my neck affectionately.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.
“Best morning ever. But… breakfast?”
“I’m full, though.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Not me. Come on, let’s get up and-” I said, grabbing her small but pert ass. But before I could finish my words, another pair of arms suddenly grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the bed. It was Aunt Morgana who had woken up, smirking with a playful glint in her eyes.
“Where are you going?” she purred, her voice warm but insistent, before sitting on my lap, slowly moving her hips over my softening cock, grinding down on me. My dick settled between her puffy lips as she moved.
“Mom?”
“Good morning, dear.” Aunt Morgana said before leaning over and kissing her daughter on the lips.
Ally responded to the kiss, and they made out for a while, while I was trapped and pinned by the older woman who was rubbing her pussy against my dick, which was getting harder again.
To be honest, I was still semi-hard, sensitive, and slick from Ally’s amazing blowjob, but at her touch, a jolt of pure, electric need surged through me. I was instantly, painfully hard again,
What a troublesome cock. See a woman, and it gets hard in an instant.
I sighed and reached out, grabbing Morgana’s huge tits and squeezing them.
“Aunt, we’re gonna go get breakfast. Do you want to come with us?”
Aunt Morgana pulled her lips from her daughter and turned to me, her eyes sparkling with affectionate hunger.
“Sounds good,” she murmured, her tone sweet, like a promise wrapped in velvet. “However, let me have my morning fuck first~”
Her hand slid down with purposeful grace, fingers wrapping around my cock in a firm, loving grip that sent warmth spreading through me.
She stroked me a couple of times, her touch insistent, coaxing me back to full hardness with affectionate squeezes, before guiding the head to her entrance. She was dripping wet, her pussy lips welcoming me as she positioned herself.
With a soft sigh of anticipation, she sank, taking me inside her in one smooth, deep thrust.
I gasped, my back arching as her tight heat surrounded me, walls hugging every inch like a loving embrace. As usual, she was so tight, so impossibly hot and velvety, her inner muscles clenching around me in a vise-like spasm of welcome.
“Aunt—” I breathed, but she silenced me with her lips.
The kiss was nothing like Ally’s eager, passionate explorations. Aunt Morgana was devouring me. Her tongue invaded my mouth, a bold, tasting conquest that left no room for gentleness. Naturally, I didn’t want to be beaten, so I met her force on my own.
My hands find her waist, digging into the firm muscle there, pulling her flush against me so she could feel the full, rigid length of my desire deep inside her.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes blazing.
“Yes. Like that. Fuck~!!”
Her head fell back, a raw groan escaping her lips as she sheathed herself completely on my cock.
After a moment of heaving pleasure, she leaned forward, her massive tits brushing my chest, nipples grazing my skin invitingly. I reached up to cup one, sucking gently, and she moaned softly, threading her fingers through my hair with tender encouragement.
“That’s it, love. Give me everything.”
As she said so, she set a punishing rhythm from the start, rising until just the tip of me remained inside her, then slamming back down with a force that drove the air from my lungs. Her hips pistoned, a fierce, rolling motion that was all her own. Her nails dug into my chest, not enough to break the skin, but enough to brand me.
Ally watched from the side, her eyes bright with delight. She propped her elbow as if savoring the intimate show. She stretched out a hand, tracing loving circles on her mom’s back.
“You two look so good together,” she said with a playful smile, no hint of jealousy, just shared affection. She leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to her mother’s shoulder, her fingers drifting down to cup my balls lightly, adding a spark of sensation that made me throb inside her mother.
Morgana’s laugh was soft and melodic, vibrating through her body and into mine, heightening the pleasure.
“He’s perfect for us, isn’t he?”
She rocked her hips harder now, her movements aggressive in their pursuit of connection, ass pressing firmly against my thighs with each downward motion, the slick sounds of our joining filling the air. Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, drawing me deeper, her affection evident in the way she savored every slide.
I groaned, my hands settling on her hips, fingers digging in just enough to match her pace.
“Yes, like that—hold me close,” she urged sweetly, leaning down to nip at my neck with affectionate bites that left warm tingles rather than marks. The blend of her aggressive thrusts and tender touches pushed me higher, my cock pulsing within her welcoming depths.
“You feel amazing inside me,”
“I feel the same. Fuck, I feel like I could cum at any moment.”
I panted, bucking up to meet her, our bodies syncing in a heated dance.
“Do that, please! Cum inside me! Fill me up!”
Ally giggled, her lips brushing my ear.
“Don’t you want to knock her up?” she asked, nipping my lobe before turning to capture Morgana’s mouth in another lingering kiss. Their tongues danced softly over me, a beautiful display of their bond that only fueled the fire.
“Mom, Alvin wants to put a baby inside you~”
Morgana grinned, “Is that right, Alvin? You want to knock me up? That’s sweet of you~ go on, put a baby inside me~”
Her riding intensified, hips slamming down with aggressive need, but each motion was laced with affection—the way she ground against me, rubbing her clit on my base, seeking mutual bliss.
“Oh, fuck~ that’s it! Knock me up!”
The room echoed with our shared pleasure: her soft moans, my ragged breaths, the wet glide of her pussy devouring my cock. Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair cascading around us like a curtain of intimacy. She was relentless in her affection, body moving with powerful grace, thighs flexing as she chased the peak.
My control shattered. I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me on the bed without ever slipping out of her. Her legs locked around my back, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on, deeper, harder, faster.
The world narrowed to the feel of her around me, the scent of our sweat and her perfume, the sight of her triumphant, ecstatic face beneath me. My thrusts became brutal, animalistic, each one a desperate quest for release that she milked from me with every convulsive squeeze of her inner muscles.
“Morgana,” I growled, the word a plea and a prayer.
“Inside,” she commanded, her eyes blazing into mine, her order absolute. “Now, Alvin. Give it to me.”
It was the final permission I needed. With a roar that felt ripped from my soul, I plunged into her one last, final time, burying myself to the hilt as my climax exploded. Waves of searing, endless release poured into her, each pulse a surrender to her will, a claiming that went both ways. I collapsed onto her, spent, my face buried in the fragrant curve of her neck, feeling her own body tremble and clench around my still-throbbing cock with the aftershocks of her own powerful release.
We lay there for a long moment, glued together by sweat and spent. My heart hammered against her ribs, a wild drum echoing hers. Slowly, I became aware of soft clapping from the doorway.
We both turned our heads. Ally was still there, a wide, impressed smile on her face. “Well, Mother,” she said, her voice breathy and amused. “It seems you’ve officially worn him out.” She took a step into the room, her eyes gleaming.
“Can we get our breakfast now?”
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