I stayed inside her.
Evelyn's fingers left my mouth with a wet pop. She looked at the shine on them, then at my face, then down at where her pussy was still stretched around me, leaking in slow cloudy ticks onto my stomach.
"Again," she had said.
I held her hips and rolled up.
The first thrust after coming twice was different. She was sloppy now, too wet, the slide filthy and easy until I bottomed out and that soft place inside her kissed the head. Then she tightened. A little. Enough to make both of us feel it.
"Hah…"
"Mom?"
"Don't stop. Mommy said again."
I thrust up. Short at first. Packing the mess back into her the way she had told me to. Each stroke made a thick sound, cum and juice squelching out around the sides, then getting shoved back in on the next one. Evelyn's mouth stayed open. Her breasts swayed over my chest. Sweat ran down the line between them and dripped onto my skin.
She started moving with me.
