Page 35 of Beautiful Fiend

“Took you long enough,” Chantale says. She’s sitting at her vanity in nothing but a see-through pink nightgown.

I can seeeverything.From her erect pink nipples to the black hair covering her pussy.

“Come here,” she says in a sultry voice. “Take your top off.”

I take myThe Offspringblack hoodie and my t-shirt off at the same time, throwing them to the floor. Her eyes take in the tattoo on my chest, following the unending ouroboros. Then she takes in my cut abs and bites her lower lip. “Hurry,” she breathes out.

I walk to her and let her run her hands all over my stomach. I merely stand still, my arms hanging by my sides, and try my best not to react.

“Get on your knees.” She smiles, spreading her legs and bringing her nightie up to her waist.

I clench my jaw and force my mind to blank before sinking to my knees in front of her.

“Lick me, Caden,” she says with enough anticipation she’s already trembling. “Tell me you want it first.”

“I want it,” I force the lie past my throat.

“No, no. You know how to call me.”

My stomach recoils before I can say it. “I want to lick you, Mommy.”

“That’s right, baby boy. Go ahead.”

Bringing my head between her legs, I don’t think about it. I make out with her pussy before pushing my tongue inside. Then I lick her clit in long strokes before nibbling it and accelerating.

“Yes…yes…that’s right…oh my—fuck. Caden!” Her hands are in my hair as she grinds against my mouth. She messes the strands and pulls to keep me close against her.

I keep being relentless on her clit until she comes all over my tongue. She keeps bucking until she’s done riding her orgasm, then finally lets me go. I fall back on my ass, wiping my mouth and feeling the disgust poisoning my entire body.

She gets up quickly, hurrying to her bed before bending over the end of it. “Come fuck, Mommy.”

For fuck’s sake. This woman has more issues than theGood Housekeepingshe keeps in her living room.

Before lowering my black jeans, I settle behind her and grab one of the rubbers I always have when I go to her house.

I’ve got a semi, but I’m not even hard enough to roll the condom on. She’s shifting her hips eagerly, her pussy wet from my spit and her own lubricant.

“Be a good boy for Mommy. Fuck her good,” she pants into the bed.

I try to get myself hard, except her waving her pussy at me is doing nothing. Fuck, I’m usually fine fucking this woman.

I bite my lip and think of the latest thing that got me rock-hard. Big, brown doe-eyes flash in my mind. Her small face and plump lips. Her feistiness and the way she always yells at me. I imagine her small tits in those tight tank tops she always wears. The bruise I left on her. I see her on her knees in front of me, with her mouth full of my cum, and I hear the noises she makes when she pretends she doesn’t like the way I touch her.

Before I know it, I’m burying my cock into Chantale. I fuck her hard, imagining Billie Scott on the bed before me. My hand comes to the back of her head, and I press her into the mattress as I go at her relentlessly.

“Shit,” I hiss as I come the quickest I’ve ever had.

When I come back to reality, Chantale is squirming under my grip.

“For heaven’s sake, let go!”

I release her and take a step back.

“Good Lord, Caden,” she gasps as she turns around and sits up. “I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me so hard.” Her eyes are glassy, and she has a dumb smile on her face. “I’m not sure I’m a big fan of the pretend choking, though. Does Julianne like it? I’ll have to ask her.”

Of course, all the Stoneview moms I fuck behind their husbands and children’s backs discuss me behind mine.

Fucking sickening vultures. It must feel powerful to gossip about how good the kid from the wrong side of the tracks fucks you while they sip champagne at the country club.

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