Along with my mom's long scream. Clear fluid squirted from my mom's crotch, spraying forcefully until it splattered on the floor.
"Mmmph.. honey, you're naughty." my mom said playfully after she was satisfied with her squirt.
I hugged her body to stabilize her heartbeat after her first orgasm. Then my mother turned around and kissed my lips.
"Are you satisfied, Mom..?" I teased her.
"Not yet... I want this one.." my mother replied, holding my penis.
And then we continued our lip-locking session.
Not long after kissing. Her breath quickened again, meaning she was aroused once more.
I gently pushed her into a doggy-style position. Then I pulled aside the hem of her shirt covering her buttocks.
While squeezing her buttocks, I guided my penis into her vagina opening and...
"Ahh."
shlick
My large shaft entered. I pumped slowly.. My mother's vagina canal was so tight and pleasurable. Combined with her loud moans, it made me even more eager to thrust into her vagina.
"Harder, baby... aah… ahhh…" my mother pleaded, seeming ready to climax again.
Without hesitation, I pulled out and thrust my penis in hard, harder..
"Aaaahhh… ahhh... yes… oh my God...!"
My mother screamed in orgasm again.
I stopped thrusting, letting my mother finish her pleasure until the last drop.
Both of our bodies were soaked at that moment. Holding back the heat of the blood flow, even the cold air conditioning in my room couldn't stop the sweat from flowing.
Mom collapsed weakly in front of me, but quickly got back up.
"Come here, Honey... it's Mom's turn..." she said.
~ ~ ~
The day I had been waiting for finally arrived. I was really curious about Eve's answer. Luckily, she came to class that morning. Her face looked pale, and her body seemed weak—unlike usual. That only made me more nervous.
"Are you sick..?" I asked her through a small note I tossed onto her desk.
Eve didn't reply. She only threw a faint smile in my direction.
Then, after class was over and people began to leave, I approached her. I grabbed a chair from nearby and sat beside her.
I placed the back of my hand on her forehead, checking my girlfriend's temperature.
"Are you sure you're okay..? You look really pale, babe.. let's go to the doctor.." I said, trying to get her to tell me the truth.
"Instead of the doctor, how about we eat.. come on," Eve said, as if she didn't want to talk about her condition. Then she got up and pulled my hand.
I understood—it takes time for a girl to speak the truth. At that moment, I just followed what she wanted. After I locked my motorbike, we both left in Eve's car.
We headed to a café, ordered food and drinks, and once again, I started thinking of a way to get an answer from Eve's lips.
"Hey... You really don't want to say something to me...?" I began as we arrived at the café.
"Oh, yeah, that's right... I did bring you here because I wanted to talk to you about..." Eve replied after finishing her meal.
I remained silent, waiting for her next words, staring at Eve's face with hopeful eyes. I hoped what she was going to say wasn't something I'd been dreading all along. I took a deep breath to steady my racing heartbeat and exhaled slowly.
"What...?" I asked impatiently, waiting for her to finish her sentence.
Eve tidied up the plate in front of her, took a tissue, and wiped her lips. Then, she looked at me and held my hands with both of hers.
"I miss you... I want more..." my girlfriend said with a playful expression.
For me, what Eve said at that moment was an answer. My worries vanished instantly. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. The wind blew strongly, as if cheering me on.
"Later, when you're better... Your face is so pale..." I said, gently refusing.
Actually, it wasn't a refusal, but how could I brush off my girlfriend like that when she was sick?
Eve understood my decision, and we both returned to campus before going home to our respective homes.
One problem that had been bothering me was resolved. And I wasn't very interested in finding the mysterious figure from yesterday anymore.
A few weeks later...
"Your boyfriend hasn't been coming over lately. You're still with Eve, right, dear...?" asked my mother as she relaxed watching television.
"Yes, Mom... she said she's been busy taking boxing lessons lately... she wants to join a tournament, she said, Mom..." I replied, busy cleaning the dust and dirt off my motorcycle's body.
Indeed, since we had lunch together at the café yesterday, Eve hasn't come over to the house again. She might have already forgotten her desire to spend time with me. She's too busy with her sports. Whether she's being honest or not, I just believe her.
This afternoon, I plan to look for a slightly larger rental house. Because last night, Dad called and said he'd come here someday to check on his son.
The motorcycle is ready; just wash my hands and go. I thought.
I reached into my pocket for my phone, opened it, and found two messages from someone.
"How are you, Jaxon..?"
"On a holiday like this.. Are you busy?"
It was Veronica. I wasn't particularly interested in getting close to her, but since she had helped me back then. So I replied briefly to avoid sounding arrogant or conceited.
"I'm fine, I have plans today," I messaged Veronica, then asked my mom for permission to leave.
After riding my motorcycle for two kilometers, I finally saw a fairly large house with a sign on the fence that read "FOR RENT."
I noted it down and called the number on the banner.
But it seems it wasn't meant to be; the owner said the house had recently been rented out to someone. And the owner hadn't had time to remove the sign from the banner yet.