Post-nut clarity

You lay there in the bed, feeling Mrs Harding’s heavy breasts press down against you, your dick softening inside her slick cunt as a few beads of cum slowly leaking out to pool on the sheets. The scent of her was intoxicating, the sound of her breathing hypnotic. For a moment you just wanted to lay there, basking in the afterglow.

But the moment passed, and the milf suddenly sat up, regret and shame colouring her face. “Oh my god, what the fuck have I done? You’re eighteen, I shouldn’t…what the hell came over me?”

“It’s ok,” you said, trying to soothe her, “I-”

“Shhh,” she shushed you, pulling herself off you and then backing away until she was nearly at the edge of the bed. A spasm of horror came over her. “Tina’s downstairs. You…you have to go, you have to…” she looked at you with fierce aggression. “You cannot tell her about this. You can’t tell ANYONE about this, got it?”

You recoiled. “Yeah, of course. I get it, I wasn’t about to brag or try to get you in trouble.”

“It would break Tina’s heart,” and tears came to her eyes then. “I’m such a fucking dumb slut. My baby girl, how could I hurt her like this?”

Taken aback by seeing Mrs Harding, a woman you had always known to be in control and confident so utterly shaken, you reached out to comfort her. She smacked away your hand and gestured wildly to the floor. “Get your clothes back on and get out of here. I can’t deal with this right now.”

Taking an unsteady breath, you did as she suggested. You got your pants back on, your shirt, cleaned yourself up and returned to the living room where Tina sat, transfixed by Star Trek.

“What hell took you so long?” She complained.

“Sorry,” you winced. “Stomach problems.”

She looked at you with a concerned frown. “Dude, you gotta get yourself checked out for IBS or something.”

You murmured an agreement, then sat down beside her. Though you kept up a level of friendly banter, your mind kept returning to darker thoughts. The ring glowed warmly, satiated for now after having indulged in lust. Much as you felt bad, you knew in the future that there might be more to explore with Mrs Harding.