BR - Beth's Home Part 5

Beth isn’t being funny. You are pretty sure that her mom is not doing ****, but convincing her of that isn’t easy. You watch her making tea in the kitchen, but you don’t have many ideas for how to help. You aren’t quite sure what’s going on here yet. Something is terribly wrong, and you don’t think it’s that the relationship between Beth and her mom is bad. If Beth didn’t love her, she wouldn’t be doing all this worrying. And Shauna might be odd, but she’s obviously a good mother. So what is the problem?

Beth is the one who looks like a **** addict as she greedily slurps tea the second it’s ready. You wince at the sight of it; that has got to be so hot going down, but Beth drinks it like someone dying in the desert.

“Beth,” you say.

“Yes, love,” she replies absently.

“Can we talk about your behavior?”

“What?”

“You’re being horrible,” you tell her bluntly.

She looks at you. Then she sighs. “I know.” A heartbeat passes, and for a moment she looks like herself. Her eyes flick toward you.

“What?” you say suspiciously.

“Well, you know.” She shrugs innocently. “You could punish me for it. Maybe I deserve a spanking.”

She does. But… you and the word punishment don’t really go together, especially with your first-ever girlfriend who means more to you than anything. You aren’t sure that you could spank her like you meant it even if you wanted to, and it doesn’t matter because Beth’s ass in panties always casts such a spell over you that you can only think about one thing.

Up in Beth’s room, you land maybe three halfhearted smacks on her rear before the panties are off and her tongue is in your mouth. You remember that you’re supposed to be punishing her in a fleeting moment of clarity a few minutes later when you’re on top, deep inside her with her nails clawing at your back while her bed squeaks as though there’s an earthquake.

You pour on some power, really giving it with your hips, but she loves that even more and it makes you finish faster. She hisses and purrs into your neck, clutching you as though you’re a body pillow, savoring your weight on top of her as you pump her full of cum.

“Love. Love,” she says weakly after a few moments. Your sweaty bodies are mashed together; you’re limp on top of her, numb below the waist except for the molten feeling of still being inside her, twitching. Her hand pats your damp butt lightly. “Must breathe.”

You roll off with a sigh. The ceiling swims. You wipe your damp hair out of your face.

“There,” you say, gazing at the light fixture and feeling faint. “You’re pregnant now.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” she replies. Beth lifts her head to look down at the load seeping out of her into the sheets. Then she flops back and rests her hand on her belly. “I like that.”

“Got any weed?”

“What?” That almost shakes Beth out of her lovey just-got-filled-up bliss. “Weed?”

The room reeks of sweat and sex. “She’s gonna smell this,” you predict.