Page 26 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

And Trent was having difficulty controlling himself, sure. His dick was a bright purple now, and it jerked in me, releasing another small spurt of cum up my backside. But the alpha has iron control and he refused to let the damn burst. Instead, slowly, gently, he ran the inseminator over my pussy lips and horizontally through my soft flesh, the rubber getting wet with ambrosia, my labia hugging the shaft as it moved up and down.

“That’s my baby girl,” he grunted. “So fucking wet all the time.”

And pulling it into a vertical position, he positioned the head at my wetly creaming base and began to push. Oh fuck. Oh fucking god, it felt so good. It was slow going because I was already stuffed full in back, there was less room in my pussy with Trent’s cock in my ass, so the inseminator had to be screwed in a bit, the pressure intensifying as the alpha pushed.

“That’s it,” he crooned softly to me, inching the toy in. “Let that slutty cunt eat it.”

And with one slow sucking sound, suddenly he did it. I cried out, stuffed so tight, both my pussy and ass crammed to the limit. How had this happened? I was nothing but a single mom, a divorced woman who hadn’t enjoyed sex in ages, hadn’t even felt a male touch in years, and now I had an alpha in my butt with a dildo in my cunt? Oh god, how the tables had turned, so fast that my head spun, it was positively dizzying.

But in the moment, there was nothing I could do but give myself up to the ecstasy. Because it felt so amazing, so unbelievable, the dirtiness, a hot hungry man looming over me, his hands hot on my body, blue eyes blazing.

“That’s right, baby girl,” the big man rasped. “You’re doing so good, so good, honey.”

And with that, he began fucking in earnest. I’m not sure how Trent managed it, pushing and pulling the dildo in my pussy as his hips moved back and forth, owning my ass, but he made it work. The alpha pushed in with his hands, the toy going deep as he drew back with his ass, cock sliding out. And then it was the reverse, dick going in as the dildo slid out, I was always stuffed with something, I always had hardness in my pussy or ass. But I wanted a deep fucking. I wanted both of them in me simultaneously.

So I caught his hands for a moment, willing him to stop.

“Both,” I panted. “Both, now.”

And the big man knew exactly what I was asking. He roared and huffed, and then suddenly both his cock and the dildo were thrust forwards, cramming me so full, so tight, so stretched. And Trent fucking lost it then.

“Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck I’m not gonna last, you’re so tight, I can feel that fucking toy through your slutty cunt walls.”

I gave it up then, his dirty words throwing me over the edge. With a jerk, a shriek, and slight twist of my hips, I plummeted over the cliff, pussy and ass spasming hard, creaming as this man owned my body.

“Trennnt!” I screamed, cunt gushing wildly, dousing both of us with my female scent, the musk that rose between my legs. “Ohhh!”

And the big man lost it too, his dick jerking hard before jetting wildly in my anus, spraying me with blast after blast of hot cum.

“FUCK!” he roared, hips pumping, big dick embedded thoroughly between my cheeks, anal walls pumping him for more. “Fuck!”

And we thrashed, our bodies exploding in a ball of flame, sparks shooting wildly through my cunt and ass, lighting fires in my nipples, fingers and toes tingling with electricity as I came again and again, the tremors of sensation like an earthquake rippling through my form, forcing me to twist and thrash even as his dick pinned me tight, rooting me to the earth, the only thing keeping me steady.

“Oh!” I screamed again, my cunt twitching wildly, spasming, convulsing as the inseminator went in deep, thorough, hard. Because even in the throes of ecstasy, Trent hadn’t forgotten what he was here for, how he had a job to do. And just as promised, when I hit my peak, he’d pushed it in as far as possible to simulate the real thing, what would happen once there was sperm inside, how we hoped the contractions of my pussy would pull the semen into my sweet insides, fertilizing me, creating a baby within.

So I gasped and gave myself up to it, filled so full, the big man spurting into my behind, liter after liter of hot juice pouring into my butt as the dildo drilled me, my cunt so slutty and wet, loving it all.

And I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t. After it was over, I didn’t move an inch, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of the toy, of his cock, of being stretched so full, so womanly, filled to the brim with his sperm, so much that it spilled from my ass, a hot stream trickling between my cheeks. I couldn’t do anything but feel for a moment, to ride the cloud, to enjoy and let go, giving myself up to everything Trent promised, and everything he’d already delivered.

And the big man dropped a kiss on my nipple before spreading out over me, both appendages still buried tight in my body, covering me with that massive bulk, keeping me warm, toasty, hot even, our slick skin pressed to one another, intimate and loving.

“Marie,” he grunted softly, kissing my throat, running his tongue up the elegant arch before stopping at my mouth and taking my plush pout with his. “Marie.”

He didn’t mean anything by saying my name. But to my dazed, hazy mind, it sounded like a promise to me of sorts, there was a promise in that word, that we’d find a way, somehow, to make it work, to extend the loving beyond a week, that we’d overcome the barriers to our relationship, the age difference, my attempts at getting pregnant, the fact that I was his best friend’s mom. And giving myself over to the magical thinking, I fell into a world of indulgence. Because with a shattering realization, I knew suddenly that I loved Trent. Somehow, against all odds, I’d fallen for my son’s best friend and there was no going back, I couldn’t take it back, couldn’t take back my love for him … nor did I want to.

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