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Chapter 55 by 43V3R 43V3R

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A Knock At The Front Door**

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It's been all day now since you and Amelia got it on in your bedroom. You two skipped lunch and with the excuse of studying together, your mother left you two alone as she watched TV downstairs without a clue to what you two are doing.

You slap yourself against Amelia's cum covered buns as you hold her hips firmly in front of you. She stands at the edge of her bed with her arms clutching onto the sheets tightly in a standing doggystyle position. Her legs tense and tremble and her toes curl into the ground. Long lines of sticky cum trail down her legs, overflowing from her pussy. She moans loudly into the room joining the music going at full blast. Both your naked bodies are covered in a shiny layer of sweat as you work your hardest to reach your climax again.

You ram into her pussy and she takes it in full allowing you to fuck her open whichever way you desire. So you do, you feel yourself near and jam yourself inside her sweet little hole. Your body tenses up and with the final thrust you pull on her hips with tight grips. Your dick pulsates and twitch. Large hot waves of cum flows into her womb and she lets out a satisfied high pitched moan. As usual for awhile now your cum spills out from her and drips to the floor. You don't know how many times you have pumped yourself into Amelia, but you're impressed at the consistency you're going at.

You lean in and kiss her on the shoulder before finally speaking after an hour or two of no talking.

"Wanna break and grab something to eat?"

Amelia, with eyes rolled back from how hard you fucked her all day tries to turn her head to look at you.

"Y-yuh...."

She says in a very quiet voice and you kiss her shoulder again.

"Alright, you go take a shower first."

You then hold her ass cheeks open and slowly pull yourself out of her with your cum dripping onto the floor. Your dick being still somewhat hard flicks upward and rests in-between her crack. Covered in a sheen of liquids it starts to spurt out some extra white cream onto Amelia's backside. She only shivers at the warmth of it and seemingly orgasms again with her body shaking there silently.

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As Amelia takes a shower you walk downstairs after putting on some clothes. You're hungry as hell not having anything to eat till the evening. You stroll over to the kitchen, your mother's turned away from you sitting at the couch with a bowl of popcorn on her lap as she watches the television.

["I'm reporting from the Warren Skyscraper in sector 3, where earlier today a violent terrorist attack took place. Several deaths and casualties have been reported. The attacks were coordinated as the terrorists targeted the-...."]

The TV goes on as the news anchor explains the situation. You kept an ear open as you go around the kitchen counter to scavenge a piece of toast. You bite on it quickly as your mother looks behind her and sees you. You give her a slight smile and she gives one back.

"Hello hun! How was the studying with Amelia? You two done?"

Your mother asks you and you quickly swallow the dry bread before reaching over to grab a cup so you can quench your thirst.

"Yeah we got lots of studying done today....there's only a little left that we need to go over."

"Oh!~ That's wonderful Jun! I'm so glad you and Amelia are finally getting along."

You sip on the cup for a second and your mother sniffs the air slightly.

"Hrm?~....that's a funny smell. Where's it coming from?"

"....."

You remain quietly impressed that your mother was able to pickup your smell from that distance.

KNOCK KNOCK....

You and your mother both turn to the door. Eyes blinking at it confused. Everyone in the house should be able to unlock the door by themselves. Furthermore Kara shouldn't be home yet. You stare at it as your mother stands up and goes to open the door.

Your eyes flicker back and forth from the television and then the door quickly. You begin to weirdly feel less and less tired from your earlier activities as your hand twitched on the kitchen counter. The kitchen knife is sitting no more than an arm's length away.

The door opens with a slow swing and your mother stands there with her usual smile looking out at several men in suits. The one at the very front wears a grey hat.

"Good evening~...."

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