Chapter 29: Julie’s Apprehension (R-18)
“Did you really mean what you told the governor?” Julie asked breathlessly while Eli’s hands roamed all over every inch of her naked body as they washed each other in the small, steam-filled shower.
“Which part?” Eli lightly pinched one of Julie’s pink nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her in response.
“When you said you want me to be your first wife.” She wrapped her slender, soapy fingers around his throbbing cock and slowly stroked him.
“Of course.” He squeezed her heavy breasts together and lightly sucked at each perky nipple, releasing them from his lips with a little popping sound. “Didn’t I say it the other night? You’re mine, mom. You’re already my wife, as far as I’m concerned.”
Her lips curled into a coy smile, but her eyes held a hint of trepidation. “I thought that was just, you know, sex talk. I didn’t think you actually meant it.”
Eli delicately held her face and looked into her clear, bright, blue-gray eyes. “I meant every single word. I love you, mom. But, I should have asked; what do you want? Do you want us to get married?”
“I…” She bit her lower lip nervously. “I do. But I don’t think I should be your first wife.” She grasped his hand and her smile faded.
“What? Why not?” Eli tilted his head, thoroughly confused.
“Because I’m a widow. I’ve already been married once before. And I already have two children.” She said it like the implications should be obvious.
“So what?” Eli brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
“People talk, Eli. Other men will call you pathetic for taking an older widow with children as your first wife. They’ll speak badly about you behind your back, disrespect you, exclude you from their groups, and many women will do the same. Women are especially judgmental about this stuff, and they’ll probably say even worse things about you than the men. I don’t want to be the reason people mock you for the rest of your life.”
Eli tilted her chin up so that she would look at his face. “I’m not concerned about possible insults from people I don’t even know. I am, however, concerned about your happiness. Just answer with a yes or no: do you want to marry me?”
Julie’s eyebrows knit together with obviously conflicting thoughts as she stared into Eli’s eyes. The only sound to be heard was the soft pattering of water hitting the shower’s tiled floor while she pondered his proposition. Eventually, after what felt like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, she wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him.
“Yes.” Her reply was quiet, barely above a whisper.
Eli hugged her tighter against himself, pressing her heavy breasts against his chest. “Then you’ll be my first wife. To hell with what everyone else might say about me.”
“But-”
Before she could protest further, Eli spun them around and pushed her back against the shower wall, sealing her lips with a deep kiss. He slipped a hand between her thick, smooth thighs and teased her womanhood with a single fingertip, tracing her folds until she moaned sweetly into their kiss. When Julie’s arousal eventually outweighed her desire to voice her concerns, her fingers coiled around his erection and her hips rocked as she rubbed herself against his teasing fingers.
Eli lifted one of her long legs up to his hip, and Julie hooked her ankle behind his back to pull him closer toward her. She stroked his shaft and aimed it to her dripping wet pussy. Her soft folds eagerly welcomed the head of his cock, and Eli pushed his entire length up into her with a single, swift thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Julie gasped. “You’re so hard for me.” She purred.
“And you’re so tight.” Eli grunted in response, Julie’s pussy squeezing around him like a vice.
Eli paused, holding his cock in place deep inside her while Julie’s tunnel quivered and gradually adjusted to his shape. Once she’d relaxed enough, he slowly moved his hips, and his mother breathed out a small, breathy sigh of delight every time he thrust back into her.
“Harder.” She pleaded with ragged breath. “Fuck me harder.”
Eli pulled away from her, and she made a cute little frown when she no longer felt him inside her. But her pouting quickly turned into a cute squeal of excitement when he spun her around and pressed her chest up against the shower wall. Stepping up behind her round, firm ass, he nudged her legs apart, bent at the knees, and pushed his cock into her velvety smooth pussy.
“Ah!” She gasped against the wall, panting heavy breaths of arousal.
He held her by the curve of her hips and pounded into her perfect pussy from behind. Each thrust made a wet slapping sound when his pelvis collided with her ass, the sight of it bouncing against him was so gratifying it made him even stiffer inside her. Seeking more pleasure, Julie worked her wide temptress hips in rhythm with his movements, pushing against the wall to fuck herself even harder onto his throbbing cock. Her long, wet hair swayed with each movement as she swung her head back wildly, so Eli reached up to hold it still.
“Mmmm.” Julie hummed passionately when he grabbed her hair.
“You like that?” Eli asked with a gravely voice, giving her golden hair a little tug, pulling her head back toward his chest.
“I love it.” She purred. “Be rough with me. Dominate me. Show me I belong to you and take what’s yours.”
“That’s right.” Eli growled, tangling his fist into her hair and pulling it firmly, holding her head back so she was forced to look up at him. He worked his free hand around to her chest, and, just like she wanted, roughly fondled her tits, pinching and pulling her stiff pink nipples. “You’re mine.”
He hammered his rod into her with enough strength to make her let out a surprised gasp. Over and over, with all the force he could muster in their standing position, he slammed his length as deep as possible inside his mother, knocking against her womb until her thighs began to tremble and her knees became weak. Hard, fast, rough. Dominating. He pulled her hair and groped her tits while he fucked her against the wall, and Julie absolutely loved every second of it. Her face was flush with ecstasy, her eyes were glossy, and her sensual voice escaped in involuntary, guttural moans and pleasured cries, and she grew louder each time he bottomed out inside her tight hole.
“Shhh!” Eli yanked on her hair like a horses reins and slapped her shapely ass hard enough to leave faint pink marks. “Not so loud. Or do you want everyone in the house to hear you?”
“Ohhh f-f-fuuuuck.” Her hot pussy quivered around his shaft when he spanked her. “Again! Slap me again!” She begged with a look of pure debauchery on her beautiful face.
“Be quiet!” He slapped her ass and watched with primal delight as it bounced against his pelvis.
“Mmmm!” She yelped in pure bliss. “Agai-“
Eli jerked her hair even harder and hammered himself into her with renewed effort as he caught her lips with his to muffle her voice. Her tongue met his with a desperate intensity, breathing out hot sighs and moans, using the slick tile wall to push her ass back onto him. Eli’s hand worked it’s way down, away from her heavy, bouncing tits, across her flat, smooth stomach, and only stopped when his fingers found her sensitive clit. Using his middle two fingers, Eli attacked her pleasure bud with quick circles, determined to make her climax before he was overcome with his own rising urge.
“Mmmph!” Her whole body twitched in his arms at the sudden increase of pleasure. “Right there!” She panted. “Don’t fucking stop! Pleeeaaase don’t fucking stop! I’m so c-close! Ohhhhh….”
Her hot pussy clamped down on him without warning, and her legs succumbed to her building orgasm, going limp under her own weight. The only thing keeping her upright was the force of Eli pinning her naked body against the wall.
“Cum for me.” He rasped in her ear, rubbing her clit harder and faster as he brought his mouth to her neck, nibbling her soft skin, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, a physical symbol proving she was his woman.
“Ahhhhmmmm!” She gasped for breaths and her lithe body spasmed uncontrollably in his arms as her orgasm violently tore through her like an electric current. Her hand found the back of his neck and she desperately clung to him while riding the waves of overwhelming carnal pleasure. A flood of wetness washed over the base of his cock when she came, adding to the sound of water splashing in the shower.
Eli grunted and hissed as her hot tunnel twitched and squeezed him. He managed two more powerful, deep thrusts, but that was all. His abs tightened, his legs stiffened, and his jaw clenched. As deep as he could, he pumped her womb full with shot after shot of his seed.
“Ahhhh…” Julie sighed contentedly and rubbed her lower abdomen. “I love feeling your hot cum deep inside me.” She grinned devilishly and slid her hand further down, between her legs, and gently massaged his testicles while pushing her ass against him, greedily coaxing him to release every last drop of his cum inside her.
After he’d pumped everything he had into his mother, Eli slipped out of her and staggered back a half step, completely drained of energy but oddly refreshed and alert. Her legs trembled, but she managed to stay upright with a hand against the wall, and a sense of gratification swelled in Eli’s chest at the sight of his thick cum slowly leaking down her inner thighs.
“If I didn’t know any better….” Julie spoke with a dusky voice, Eli supporting her when she stumbled her way under the cascade of hot water once more. “…I’d think you were trying to get your mother pregnant.” She said with a sly grin.
“Well…I’m not, uh, not, I guess.” Eli stammered.
Julie giggled at his awkwardness and gave him a playful wink. They’d spent longer in the shower than Eli felt comfortable with, so they quickly finished cleaning up to save hot water for everyone else. When Eli twisted the knob to turn off the stream of water, Julie pulled open the shower curtain, releasing a thick cloud of lavender steam into the room, and wrapped herself with one of the clean towels from the nearby shelf. Somehow, she looked even more tempting wearing just a towel than she did fully nude. And, if her playful smile was any indication, she knew it.
Eli snagged a towel of his own and rubbed himself dry in a hurry, forgetting all about his injuries and wincing when the not-quite-soft-enough fabric passed over his raw forearm. Julie, who’d managed to quickly put on her borrowed clothes when Eli wasn’t looking, handed him his own clothes with a concerned look on her pretty face.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I’m fine.” He offered her a genuine smile and continued drying himself off.
“If you say so.” Julie placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m going out first.” She turned to walk away, but paused just as she put a hand on the bathroom door. “Oh, and don’t think we’re done talking about the whole first wife thing, because we’re most certainly not.” She disappeared through the door without giving Eli a chance to respond.
