Page 26 of Payback, Penelope

Standing on the bed, I pull my negligee up over my head, revealing I’m not wearing any panties. Picking my way carefully up the narrow bed so I don’t fall off, I place one foot on either side of his head and lower myself, hovering an inch or two above his face.

“If you eat Mama’s pussy and make me cum in less than five minutes, I’ll think about touching your dick, baby.”

He nods through his tears and licks his dry lips. I mentally chastise myself, hating that I forgot to give him some water when I entered his room. I lean over to the side to grab the glass on the bedside table and bring the straw to his lips, letting him drink as much of it as he wants.

When he’s done, I wipe the droplets that dribbled from the corners of his lips and suck my fingertips before placing the glass back on the table. Only then do I grab onto the headboard and lower myself to sit on his face, my thighs even thicker than a few years ago, practically suffocating him.

My stepson starts with slow, tired licks, breathing hard. Straightening on my knees, I tell him, “Five minutes, baby, or I’m going back to my room and finishing myself off while you stay here with the plug in your ass for another hour.”

On the verge of hysteria, he begs me, “Sit on my face, Mama.”

I do, biting the shit out of my bottom lip when I moan too loud after he latches onto my clit and sucks it for all he’s worth. I shift when the sensation gets to be too much and allow him to spear his tongue in my cunt while he shakes his head back and forth, pressing and dragging his nose across my clit.

I drop one hand down to massage my clit, helping him along before time runs out, while he continues fucking my pussy with his tongue until my hips jerk with the first waves of my orgasm. When I shift back to sit on his chest, he’s gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

I smile and stroke his cheek. “You made Mama cum so hard, baby. I think it’s your turn now.”

“Jesus, thank you.”

Walking back on my knees, hands braced on either side of him, still careful not to touch his dick just yet, I look between my legs, judging the angle. I won’t let him cum unless it’s inside me. He must figure out what I’m doing, waiting for just the right moment, and he strains every muscle in his body, trying to keep his dick still so I can take it.

Licking my lips and grinning like a fiend, I drop my ass on his lap. His dick slams into the back of my channel, and he immediately cums. His mouth drops open on a silent scream, eyes rolling back in his head when he releases spurt after spurt after spurt of cum. Perfect and just what I need.

He loses consciousness as soon as he’s emptied himself. Easing off my stepson’s dick so I can kneel between his legs again, my thighs clamped tight together to prevent as much of his cum from leaking out as possible, I ramp the vibrating plugup to the highest setting, pull it most of the way out, and coat his ass with more lube. He’s going to need it.

Jacob

Colors explode behind my closed eyelids and make me come to when Penelope fucks me brutally with the vibrator, twisting her wrist until my body convulses when it slams against my prostate. My dick has filled with so much blood once again that I swear it has its own heartbeat.

“Oh baby, look at how big your dick grows when Mama fucks your ass.”

I’m reduced to my most primitive state of being, unable to think about anything beyond the need to cum again, though I’m pretty sure I’ve got nothing left to give. That doesn’t stop her from trying her damndest to get me to do so until, unbelievably, my dick swells even larger and pulses with my impending orgasm.

“Mama, please, please, I’m almost there. Just touch it again so I can cum.”

Penelope tsks and shakes her head. “Not yet.”

I turn my head and bite my shoulder, screaming my frustration and devastation when she stops thrusting. My eyes snap open when she shifts on the bed and straddles me sideways, knees on either side of my bent, bound leg, and lines my dick up with her open pussy. She drops her weight and simultaneously pulls the vibrator out of my ass, then jams it back in.

I bite my shoulder so goddamn hard when I cum that I break the skin and taste blood. And when that’s not enough for her, she bounces and fucks my softening cock until she cums too. With mercy, she removes the plug from my ass and finally unties the leg she’s straddling, helping me straighten it on the mattress. Dick still inside her, she slowly spins on it until she’s able to untie my other leg.

My joints and muscles and ass ache so fiercely that I’ll be walking funny for a week. I’ll have to make up some excuse, like injuring myself playing pickleball with Penelope, because I very well can’t tell people that it’s due to her edging me for hours, then fucking my ass, as hot as that is—my demented little Mama.

Penelope frees my wrists, then helps me chug the rest of my water to ease my sore throat from screaming while she whispers how much she loves her baby. “I love paying you back for everything you’ve done to me,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

I know she does. It’s why I keep finding myself knocked out and bound to the bed when I least expect it throughout the blissful years we’ve been together—though, at least this time, I was a willing participant. That doesn’t change the fact that I start to cry like I usually do after being tied up and abused, and Penelope combs her fingertips through my hair until I’m done and left with nothing except the love and devotion I have for the woman lying flat on top of me, warming me from the inside out.

When I finally catch my breath, I wrap my arms tight around her back and pull her in for a kiss that deepens with everypassing second. When she tickles my ribs playfully, I laugh, and my raw dick jerks inside her.Fuck me, now I’m hard again.

Penelope

“Mommy? Daddy? Are you in here?” Kennedy’s little voice and knock on the door of my craft room, which also serves as our guest room slash playroom, is a record scratch on our time together. Thank fucking god I locked the door, or we would have traumatized her for life. She knocks again, asking why we aren’t in our bedroom.

Jacob and I roll out of bed, him hissing, legs unsteady as we pull on our clothes. His cum slips down my thighs, and I grab the pack of baby wipes I keep in here for these occasions and clean myself up.

My husband unlocks the door and eases it open a crack to tell our now six-year-old daughter, “Go back to bed, sweetie. We’ll be out in just a minute to tuck you in.”

“But George and Lincoln are awake too.” On cue, our twin eleven-month-old boys cry from their nursery across the hall.

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