AR - You have to go

“No!” Adella protests, grabbing your hand. You laugh and lace your fingers through hers.

“OK,” you say. “Hurry up and finish.”

“Hurry up and finish,” she grumbles, crawling over to you. Like you, she still has her top on. Unlike you, she managed to get her underwear off. She straddles your chest and doesn’t hesitate to rest her weight on you. Up close, her hard cock seems even bigger and thicker than usual.

She rubs it over your face, then rests the tip against your lips. You don’t know whether to laugh or touch yourself. You open your mouth and she keeps dragging the salty head around, over your tongue, then your nose. She’s big enough that you can barely fit it in your mouth, and she can’t come in very deep, but she tries, and you try to accommodate her.

Your hands find their way to her muscular buttocks, and you keep at least the chubby head of her cock in your mouth, sucking and licking. She was messing around at first, but not now. She wraps her thumb and forefinger around the base of her shaft and pulls vigorously. With your mouth so full, you have to close your eyes so you can’t see her expression, but you know her body language. You’re ready for the sudden jets of hot, salty cum that are about to spill into your mouth, but that does not happen. Adella pulls out, so instead you feel the sticky ropes splatter across your face.

“Oh! Damn it!” you splutter, laughing.

Suddenly her cock is gone and her face is there, kissing you all over your cum-covered face. She rubs her body against yours, reaching for your erection.

“Baby,” she moans.

“Oh my god! Stop!” You stop her and leap off the bed, rushing to the bathroom to wash your face, only to find her behind you, holding your waist and nuzzling your ear. You shake your head in wonder. “Baby, I will let you do whatever you want to me when we get back, but we have to go.”

“Whatever I want?” she whispers in your ear.

You laugh again. “Yes,” you say.

“Deal.” She suddenly snaps out of it. “I should clean up too.”

“You don’t have to come,” you tell her.

She doesn’t even bother to reply to that. You steal a glance at her naked rear end as she walks out of the bathroom, then make sure there’s no jizz in your hair. The two of you throw on clothes and head down to your car, finding Gurlberg dark and peaceful.

But is it peaceful? Or eerie? You aren’t sure you’ve ever worried about Kayla before. It makes you wonder what has your mom so spooked.