Page 35 of Vengeful Sins

Maya’s pussy tightens around me, her thighs quivering, and I wonder if she could come for me in her sleep. Only one way to find out, I guess.

A smirk forms on my lips as I let one hand slide down her back until I’m cupping her ass. I spread her cheeks and run my fingers down her silt to where we are joined. Gathering some wetness, I find my way back between her cheeks, where I place one finger on her asshole.

I know she is really asleep when she doesn’t tense up as I slide one digit into her tight hole. I ram my cock into her pussy, while going knuckle deep in her ass. Her cunt tightens as I push my finger deeper, and I know she is about to come.

Her back arches off the bed, her tits pressing against my chest, where I can feel her hard nipples even through my shirt. She gasps when I shove my finger into her all the way, but then she moans as her pussy convulses around my cock.

Satisfied with myself, I smirk and fuck her through her orgasm until my own release finds me. I thrust two more times, before I still inside of her with a guttural groan. My fingers dig into her shoulder and ass as I empty myself deep in her channel. Pleasure courses through my veins, tightening every muscle in my body until I collapse onto Maya with a huff.

My heart races, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath. When both return to normal, I lift myself off a still-sleeping Maya. Pulling out of her carefully, I sit up to inspect her.

She is a sight to behold. Her hair is laying unruly around her head, and her arms are limp against her sides. Her bare chest is rising and falling slowly, with her legs still spread open for me. Her pussy is all messy, a little red and puffy, with cum dripping out of her entrance.

Shit, I didn’t use a condom. For some reason, that fact is less alarming than it should be. Maybe it’s because I know Maya doesn’t sleep around, and I’m clean. Of course, I need to worry about pregnancy, but if she isn’t on the pill, she could get the pill after or some shit. Either way, I’m not that worried about it.

I pull my shorts back up and stuff my cock away. Looking around the room, I try to think of what to do next. I should just leave, but something tugs on me not to bail like this.

Glancing down at her pussy again, I decide I should at least clean her up a bit. Climbing down from the bed, I walk into the attached bathroom and find a washcloth in the cabinet.

I turn on the faucet and wait for the water to get warm before I wet and soap the cloth. When I walk back into the room, Maya hasn’t moved an inch, but when I wipe between her legs, she stirs slightly, and I’m worried she is going to wake up. Once she is all cleaned up, I throw the washcloth into the corner of her room. She can deal with that herself later.

Grabbing her shorts from the floor, I pull them back over her legs and pull her shirt down to cover her chest. I reach for her comforter from the bottom of the mattress and cover Maya up with it.

There, I’ve done my good deed for the day.

Glancing at the window, I’m ready to get out of here when Maya mumbles something in her sleep. I grin to myself. This could be fun.

Deciding to stay for a little bit longer, I climb back onto her bed and sit next to her with my back against the headboard. “Come on, tell me something embarrassing,” I whisper into the room.

It doesn’t take long for Maya to start murmuring things again, but not much makes sense. “Take out the trash… buy dress… walking dog… homework…”

Folding my arms over my chest, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes for a moment while listening to Maya ramble something incoherently. It’s somehow calming me. Her voice slowly lulling me to sleep.

I don’t know how long I’m out for, but it doesn’t seem much when I’m startled awake by a whining sound. My eyes fly open, and I look around for any danger. It takes me a moment to realize where the fuck I am and that the hurt sound comes from Maya, who is having a nightmare right next to me.

“No! Mom…” Her body twists and turns like she is in pain. There is a thin sheet of sweat over her forehead, and her eyes are squeezed shut like she is scared to open them. “Mom!” She yells again, and the pain in her voice makes something in my chest hurt.

“Maya,” I call to her while tapping her arm. “Wake up.”

She turns her head to the side, away from me. “No, please,” she pleads in her dream.

I twist her toward me and shake her. “Maya, wake up!”

When she finally opens her eyes, they are full of terror. I’ve never seen her look like this. Her pupils are dilated, making her eyes seem almost black. She is staring at me with a blank expression, a single tear running down her cheek before she closes her eyes again.

She slumps back onto the mattress, breathing heavily, and her body shaking.

“It was just a dream.” I try to calm her down.

She shakes her head, more tears streaming down her face now. “I did it,” she whispers softly. “I killed my mom.”

What the fuck?

I wonder if I’ve heard her right. But her words echo through my mind. She killed her mom… I try to think back on what I know about her mom, which isn’t a lot. I know she passed away a while ago, but that’s it.

Could Maya really have had something to do with her death? I know Maya has a dark side, but how dark is it? Dark enough to kill her own mother?

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