Page 40 of My Mom's Man
“I want you to come, baby, but I love holding your throat and squeezing it. You turn so many beautiful fucking colors. Touch your pussy and come. I want you to feel how damn amazing it is when you’re on the cusp of passing out.”
Sick fuck.
That’s what I am.
But she’s a sicko too.
She rubs furiously as instructed on her needy clit. It only takes a few seconds before she detonates. I squeeze her neck a little tighter as she rides out her orgasm. The sexy choked sounds she makes are what send me over the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I roar, grinding into her as my cockthrobs out my release. “You take my cock like you were born to.”
I loosen my hold on her throat and kiss away the breathy moans she makes.
“What the fuck?”
Her mouth is on mine, but words are somehow coming out.
How?
Pulling back, I flash her a confused look. Her eyes snap to awareness and dart away from me.
I hear it again.
“What the fuck?”
It’s not Emma.
I pull out of her, cum splattering all over her red pussy, and jerk around to the sound of the voice. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide with horror and her hand over her gaping mouth is her mother.
Amara is getting an eyeful of her just-fucked daughter.
“Mom,” Emma starts, voice hoarse from the rough choking moments before. “It’s not what it looks like.”
But it isexactlywhat it looks like.
I broke up with Amara and immediately dragged her daughter into my bed.
I’m a fucking monster.
“You sick motherfucker,” Amara snarls, pinning me with a murderous glare. “You sick, twisted animal!”
Before I can move to cover myself or Emma, Amara loses it. She picks up the closest thing to her, my phone off the dresser, and heaves it at my head. Thankfully, she misses by a mile. Her purse, though, quickly becomes a weapon and she swings it like a battle ax.
This is bad.
“Mom, stop!”
Emma, naked and now sobbing, desperately tugs at her mother who is trying to beat me with her handbag. I could probably easily rip it away, but it feels like I sort of deserve this. If I were in her shoes, I’d be pissed too.
“Baby,” I say to Emma, but get cut off by Amara’s nails raking over my cheek.
Fucking owwww.
“You don’t speak to her!” Amara swirls on Emma and hugs her to her. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m getting you away from this monster. We’re going someplace safe.”
I shake my head, words not forming correctly.
The sobs coming from Emma are gut-wrenching. I hate that I can hear her pain. It’s loud and uncontrolled. She’s hurting because of me. Because of my inability to put a stop to the attraction that was building between us.
