Veronica's mum calls

Veronica was still on top of me when she came.

She’d been riding me slow and deep for a while, hands braced on my chest, hips rolling in that lazy, filthy way that drove me insane. When she finally tipped over the edge, her whole body tightened around me — thighs shaking, cunt pulsing hard as she moaned my name into my neck.

I didn’t come with her.

I stayed hard inside her, thick and aching, still buried to the hilt while she trembled through the aftershocks. She stayed right where she was, breathing hard against my skin, her walls fluttering around me like she wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Then she squeezed.

Not with her hand. With her thighs. With everything. She clenched around my cock and rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, milking me without even moving much. A low, broken sound left my throat.

“Fuck, Veronica…”

She lifted her head just enough to look at me, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. A small, wicked little smile curved her mouth.

“Still hard,” she murmured, voice husky. “Good.”

She squeezed again, tighter this time, and started moving in these tiny, shallow rolls of her hips that kept me buried deep while she worked me. It was filthy. It was perfect. I gripped her waist, trying to stay still, trying to let her have this.

Her phone started ringing on the bedside table.

Veronica froze for half a second, then reached over without lifting off me. She glanced at the screen.

“Mum,” she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. She bit her lip, eyes flicking between me and the phone. Then she answered.

“Hey, Mum,” she said, voice impressively steady as she sank back down onto my cock.

I stayed completely still, but I could feel everything — the way her cunt fluttered around me, the way she was trying not to move too obviously while she talked.

Veronica braced one hand on my chest and kept rolling her hips in these tiny, careful movements, squeezing me between her legs every time she spoke.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she said into the phone. “Just… having a quiet morning.”

She gave me a look that said don’t you dare move, even as she kept squeezing me rhythmically with her thighs and cunt. I bit back a groan and dug my fingers into her hips instead.

Mum’s voice came through the speaker, warm and a little loud.

“I haven’t heard from you in ages, darling. Everything alright down there?”

Veronica’s eyes fluttered for a second when I flexed inside her, but her voice stayed calm.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just been busy with work and stuff.”

She kept moving — slow, careful rolls of her hips that kept me buried deep while she talked to her mother. It was obscene. It was also one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.

Mum kept chatting, completely unaware.

“Your dad says hi, by the way. He’s flat out with work at the moment, otherwise he would’ve come too. But I was thinking… it’s been over a month since I’ve seen you. I want to come down and visit. See where you’re living now. Maybe take you out for lunch?”

Veronica’s rhythm stuttered for a second. Her eyes met mine, wide and a little panicked even as she kept squeezing me between her legs.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, voice slightly higher than usual.

“If that works for you?” her mum said cheerfully. “I can be there around lunch time. I’d love to see your place. Meet your housemate properly.”

Veronica’s cunt clenched hard around me at that. I had to bite my lip to stay quiet.

“Uh… yeah,” she managed. “Lunch tomorrow sounds good. I’ll text you the address.”

“Perfect! I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mum.”

She hung up.

The second the call ended, she dropped her phone onto the bed and braced both hands on my chest. Her hips started moving properly again — faster, needier — riding me with purpose while she looked down at me with flushed cheeks and dark eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “She’s coming tomorrow.”

I gripped her hips harder and thrust up to meet her.

“Yeah,” I growled. “She is.”

Veronica moaned and leaned down to kiss me, messy and desperate.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered against my mouth. “Please. I need you to fill me up again before she gets here.”

I didn’t argue.

I flipped her onto her back and fucked her hard and deep while she clung to me and begged, legs wrapped tight around my waist. When I finally came, I stayed buried inside her, pulsing thick and hot while she squeezed every last drop out of me with those strong little thighs.

Afterward, she lay there panting, still full of me, staring up at the ceiling.

“…My mum’s forty-two,” she said after a minute, slightly dazed. “She had me when she was eighteen. She’s going to take one look at you and know exactly what we’ve been doing.”

I let out a rough laugh against her neck.

“Yeah,” I said. “Probably.”

Veronica turned her head and kissed me, slow and lingering.

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow,” she murmured. “Right now… I just want to stay like this a little longer.”

I stayed inside her.

And for a while, neither of us moved.