Who cares now cum

“I don’t give a damn Dunk, cum for me. I need to see it. Show me how good I am at this,” she orders him drunk on the pleasure she gets from the game trait she was given. He looks at her as she is as horny as he is from her looks and speech. I love that fucking game he thinks as he explodes all over her face, hands and chest. “Oooooh yyyeeesss!” She yells as she orgasms from making him orgasm. By the time he stops cumming she is laying on the floor panting like an animal and is covered in his jizz. One hand is still slowly rubbing on his cock as she cannot stop herself from touching him.

“Sara you’ve got to stop, it’s too sensitive now,” he tells her. “I promise I’ll let you play more later but we’ve got to take a break.” With that said he pulls her hand off him and lets it fall. He then notices that she’s not paying attention because she is out cold. That must have been her first real orgasm he thinks to himself. He picks her up, covered in his cum and places her in his bed. I know mom had to have heard us and there’s no way I can hide this right this second. He covers Sara up and lets her sleep while he pulls on his clothes to go see what his mom is going to say about this. He is just surprised she did not come in to see what the commotion was on her own.

When he walks out to the living room he finds that she is not there. It looks like she finished cleaning up and taking stuff to the laundry already and had gone somewhere. Holy crap maybe she didn’t hear us and maybe we are in the clear he hopefully thinks. His curiosity is killing him though so he goes in search of Kara to see if he really is in the clear.

He finds her a while later as it’s a big house with a lot of rooms. He locates her in the gym and man is he happy he did. She is running on the treadmill in the smallest pair of booty shorts he could imagine. Most of her toned ass cheeks are showing and he can see the strings of a thong poking out of them at the waist. She is covered in sweat and running extremely hard. When he tears his eyes off her ass he notices that she is only wearing a cropped wifebeater tank top that had to be made for a child it was so small. Her tits are constantly trying to come uncovered and she has to keep pulling it down to keep them in.

As he stands there he can tell she is taking out her stress annd anger through the run but that it’s just making it worse. Every time she pulls her shirt back down she huffs and mutters. He watches her for some time then sees that her frustration has grown to the point that she is giving up on the run. He decides to back out and see if he can time it to look like he is accidentally meeting her. He listens intently outside the room and then when he hears movement he walks again towards the gym. They practically collide as she comes out in a storm of frustration.

“Dunk!” She yells in surprise. “Mom,” he says acting as though she startled him. At the same time he throws his hands out like he is trying to prevent a collision and she throws her hands up like she is trying not to run into him and the result is that his hands end up on her huge soaking wet tits as the shirt is too short with her hands up to keep them covered. The two stand there staring at each other frozen. Dunk waits for her to make the first move as he is enjoying having his huge hands holding her perfect fake tits.