Contains: p in v, m orgasm, public orgasm, spit play, praise kink, sub! Pope, 'mommy' used in sub space but not fauxcest
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As the sound of twisting metal echoed through your apartment, and you knew J was picking the lock, it was too late.
Pope's thick thighs were bracketing yours and the feeling was already tightening in his stomach. You could see his ass muscles clenching in and out as he pounded into you. He whined in your ear. One hand was flat at the side of your head, the other wrapped around the bottom of your back. He had your hips lifted closer to his pelvis to fuck down into you. 'I'm close - I'm gonna cum.' You clenched around him in response and he cried out.
You pushed your nails through his damp curls, scratching at his scalp in circles the way he likes. Pope wailed, his head thrown back. 'Tell me... t-tell me... please.' 'You're my good boy Andrew, you're such a good boy.'
'That's it baby, there it is,' Andrew cried out. 'Please... please let me.'
'You gonna cum for mommy? Are you gonna be my good boy, Andy? Fill mommy's cunt with your special spray?'
'Oh God... oh fuck yeah... thank you... here it comes... hurghhh-'
'Pope? You in here?' As soon as J's footsteps echoed in your hall, his orgasm hit.
It was too late. Pope was too far gone and helpless to stop it. His back arched as he emptied himself into you. Pope tucked his head into your neck, biting down on your bare collarbone, and melted into you.
'Oh fuck... oh God mommy.. mommy yes.'
'What the-.' You locked eyes with J, who looked mortified and began backing out of the doorway. He tried to pretend he hadn't just seen his uncle spilling into you; submissively begging you, calling you mommy.
Andrew's face flamed but he couldn't stop his cock from waving inside your tight cunt. Pulse after pulse spurted from his angry head into your cervix as you milked him.
Poor Andrew was all confused. He groaned as he snapped his hips into you once, twice more; his jaw tensing in concentration and his arms pulling you into him, hard and rough. He's buried deep; his cock twitching inside you. You heard the front door close as Andrew collapsed on top of you. He was sweaty and whimpering, and you stuck out your tongue. 'Say thank you for letting you cum inside.' Andrew's puppy dog eyes softened as he nodded in earnest, pursing his full lips and letting a big glob of drool pour from his mouth into yours. You kept it pooled there for him to see, then swallowed with an exaggerated 'mmmm, yummy.'
'Did I do a good job, mommy?' 'You did such a good job,' you nodded, scratching him behind the ears. Andrew hummed and leaned his head into your nails. 'Good boy.' 'Thank you... oh fuck thank you............. D'ya think J saw?'
