Page 62 of Mister Mom

She smiles up at me and the pig in me can’t help but admire the way her tits bounce up and down as I drive into her. How could this woman not know how beautiful she is?

Her pussy and my dick are like some damn pulley system, moving with a smoothness I’ve never encountered. You’d think we’d mastered this sex thing with each other through a long relationship, but this is our first time. There should be some sort of awkwardness as we work to discover one another’s bodies, but our sex is fucking perfect. Like a scene from a movie that looks spectacular, without the fifty takes to get there.

“Look at me, Vance,” she whispers. “Be in the moment.”

I glance down, realizing I’m so busy psychoanalyzing our relationship that I’m missing the best part—watching her get off. Staring into her eyes, eyes that are now glossed over with heavy lids, I grind small circles into her.

Her fingers tighten, and for the first time I wish I had long hair for her to pull. She rises and her lips crash to mine. Caging her head in between my arms, I kiss her while I grind in and out of her slick heat. I brush away the hair on her forehead and savor the last moments before we both fall into ecstasy.

Her own grinding quickens and I match her pace, pulling my mouth from hers. She grips the sheets in her hands but she keeps her legs wrapped around me while I push her body to the limit, sending her tumbling over that cliff and straight into undiluted pleasure. She moans and tries to keep her eyes open, but fails and she bucks underneath me, her thighs squeezing me tight. Eventually, she comes down from her high, her body losing the stiffness, the sheets finally free from her grip.

I come seconds later, my sweaty body falling onto hers.

Jesus, I can’t wait until we can do that again.

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Vance

Someone is banging on the door.

“Fucking Jagger.” I roll back over, grabbing my free pillow and covering my head.

“Hello, that’s my pillow,” a soft voice says and then soft fingers touch my stomach. “We have a problem.”

I whip the pillow off my head and turn over.

Layla. Yes. Layla. We fucked four times last night. Everything rushes to the forefront of my mind and I sit up, the sheet twisting around my leg.

I stare at the door and Layla giggles.

“Mommy!” Payne screams on the other side of the door.

“Ma?” a sweet voice says from inside the room and I jump out of the bed. The twisted sheet around my leg catches me and I fall buck ass naked head first to the hardwood floor.

Layla’s laughing so hard when she peers over the edge of the bed that her entire face is lit up like the Rockefeller tree at Christmas.

“Where’s Via?” I ask, taking in every inch of the room and not seeing her.

She holds up a video monitor and wiggles it side to side. There’s Via, standing up in her crib.

“I should have left.” I finally free myself from the sheet and stand up.

Layla’s gaze rakes up and down my naked body.

“I’m glad you enjoy what you see, but what are we going to do?” I whisper-shout.

“Mommy!” Payne tries the doorknob and I hurriedly grab my jeans.

“Well, we can’t let Payne see you. He’ll be upset he missed the sleepover.” She giggles again. Now I see what makes Layla giddy—orgasms. Six to be exact.

I toss my t-shirt over my head.

“You go hide in the bathroom. I’ll grab my robe and get him and Via downstairs. You can sneak out the front door.”

She rises from the bed and walks as fast as she can to the bathroom. A minute later she comes out with a silk robe wrapped around her mouthwatering body.

“Hey,” I say, pulling her toward me with the tie of the robe.

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