The Heart System Chapter 796

This same quest again. I swear the system was taunting me with it. Fuck Ivy now? After I’d just cum in my pants from sniffing her mother’s panties? Man, these quests were getting more unhinged by the day. Even before I became a subject of Mana the quests were bad... but this was next-level.

"I... I should go clean up in the bathroom," I said to Delilah, still catching my breath. "You stay here, okay?"

"Yep. I’ll... act like I’m doing something on the computer."

I fixed my clothes as best I could, slipped out of the bedroom, and closed the door quietly behind me. Then I walked down the hall toward the kitchen.

Ivy was there, focused on the cake she was baking. When she heard me she turned around.

"Hey. You need something?"

"Yeah," I said. "You."

I stepped up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. She shivered at the contact.

"Come with me."

"Wait, my mother..."

I didn’t give her time to finish. I took her by the arm and started leading her out of the kitchen. Ivy let out a quiet, nervous little chuckle but didn’t resist. I flicked on the bathroom light as we passed, just in case, then pulled her into her own bedroom and shut the door behind us.

The second the door clicked shut I pushed her back against it and kissed her hard. My hands slid up under her tank top and kneaded her soft tits, squeezing them through the thin fabric while I kissed her deeper.

"I missed this body," I murmured against her lips before trailing kisses down her neck.

Ivy’s hands tangled in my hair as she moaned softly under her breath. "Dude... my mother is right next door. You’re not actually going to fuck me here, right?"

My cock was already hard again, pressing firmly against her stomach through my pants. She felt it. A small, knowing smirk tugged at her mouth.

"Look at you, you perv," she whispered. "You really can’t help yourself, can you?"

I squeezed her tits harder and rolled my hips against her, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.

"Not when you’re standing there in those tight little hotpants with that cameltoe on full display," I muttered against her neck. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now... and knowing your mom is just on the other side of that wall only makes it hotter."

Ivy bit her lip, still holding onto my hair, her breathing already getting heavier.

"Mm. So you noticed the cameltoe, huh? I wore it just for you."

"How could I not?"

My hand slid lower, rubbing her pussy firmly through the thin fabric of her hotpants. She was already wet, the heat and dampness soaking through the material against my fingers.

I turned her around. Ivy placed both hands on the wall and arched her back for me, pushing her ass out. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her hotpants and yanked them down to her thighs. Then I unzipped my own pants, freed my cock, and rubbed the thick head up and down her slick folds. She got even wetter, coating me as I teased her entrance.

I pushed inside her in one steady thrust.

The feeling was intense, hot, tight, and incredibly wet. The taboo of it hit me all at once. Just minutes ago I’d been sniffing her mother’s dirty panties and cumming in my boxers. Now I was buried balls-deep in Ivy’s pussy while Delilah was only a room away. The risk, the filth of it, made my cock throb even harder inside her.

I started fucking her against the wall, gripping her hips as I thrust deep.

"Fuck... you feel so good," I moaned under my breath. "Tight, wet little pussy gripping me like this... and your mom is right next door. She has no idea I’m balls-deep in her daughter right now."

Ivy moaned, then quickly covered her mouth with one hand to stay quiet. "Dude... you’re too deep!" she whispered sharply.

I only pushed deeper, bottoming out inside her. Ivy let out a strained groan.

"Ugh... you’re such a jerk..."

I kept fucking her harder, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The wet, slap-slap-slap of my hips against her ass grew louder. Every thrust drove home the filthy reality of the situation, fucking Ivy right here in her own bedroom after just getting off on her mother’s scent.

"Look at you," I muttered, voice rough as I kept thrusting deep into her. "Your pussy is soaking me... dripping down my balls. You love this, don’t you?"

"Dude... just shut up."

I gave her ass a firm slap, watching the soft cheek jiggle under my palm, then gripped it hard and used it for leverage as I fucked her harder against the wall. The wet, filthy sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her filled the small bedroom. Every thrust felt heavier with the knowledge that Delilah was just on the other side of the wall, the same woman whose dirty panties I’d been sniffing only minutes ago.

Ivy’s breathing turned ragged. She kept one hand clamped tightly over her mouth, but soft, desperate little sounds still leaked out around her fingers. Her pussy clenched around me with every deep stroke.

"I’m close... fuck..." she whimpered against her palm.

I sped up, pounding into her faster and harder. The wet sounds of my hips against her ass grew louder. I slapped her other cheek, then both, leaving faint red marks on her soft skin as I drove into her.

"That’s it... cum on your friend’s cock while your mom’s right next door," I said under my breath. "She has no idea her daughter’s bent over getting her tight little pussy wrecked. No idea I just came sniffing her panties and now I’m balls-deep in you. Fuck... you’re dripping so much it’s running down my balls."

Ivy’s legs started to tremble. Her muffled moans grew higher and more broken. Then she came hard, her whole body tensing as her pussy clamped down tightly around my cock in strong pulses. She gushed around me, warm wetness spilling down her thighs and soaking the hotpants still bunched around her legs. Her hand pressed harder over her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds as the orgasm ripped through her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed me desperately while I kept thrusting through it, savoring every pulse of her climax and the filthy thrill of doing this with her mother so close.

"Good girl... cum just like that," I muttered, still fucking her through the aftershocks, one hand squeezing her reddened ass. "Soak my cock while your mom’s none the wiser. Such a dirty fucking secret..."

"What the fuck is even a ’dirty little secret,’ man?" she asked, still panting a little. "Like... that doesn’t even make sense."

"So much for dirty talk, huh?"

"Dirty talk?" Ivy chuckled under her breath. "Dude, just fuck me and make me cum. And also make yourself cum, because Mom could start searching for you any second."

"Inside your pussy, right?"

"I’d rather not get pregnant."

"But you..."

"Cum outside. Not on me either, or I’ll smell like cum and Mom will figure it out."