The Heart System Chapter 946

My cock was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. Precum was already leaking in a steady, thick strand, dripping onto the floor between my feet. The taboo of it, fucking my best friend’s mother on her daughter’s bed while she wore the girl’s old uniform, had fried every remaining coherent thought in my head.

I climbed onto the bed after her. Delilah watched me with a small, knowing smile.

"Well... looks like I fried your brain."

Yep. I was just... gone.

She turned over onto her hands and knees without being asked, the tiny skirt flipping up completely and leaving her completely exposed. I didn’t waste a second. I moved in behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and buried my face between them like a man starving.

I licked her asshole in long, greedy strokes, tongue flat and wet, then pointed and pressing. I sucked at the tight ring, dragged my tongue lower to taste the mixture of her pussy and my earlier cum, then went right back to her ass. Delilah moaned softly and pushed back against my face. The soft flesh of her cheeks pressed against my cheeks and nose. I kept going... messy, hungry, completely lost in it, licking and sucking until her asshole was glistening and starting to relax under my tongue.

"Fuck... Evan..." she breathed, voice already shaky. "You’re really eating your best friend’s mother’s ass on her own bed... while I’m wearing her clothes..."

I only groaned against her and kept licking. Words were hard. My brain was nothing but the wet heat of her, the smell of sex, and the knowledge of exactly whose bed we were on. I pulled back just long enough to gather the slick wetness from her pussy on two fingers, then rubbed it slowly over her asshole, circling and pressing until the tight ring was shiny and soft. I did it again and again, using her own juices to get her ready while my tongue occasionally returned for another long, filthy lick.

Delilah glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped to my rock hard dick, veins standing out thick along the shaft, the head flushed and leaking continuously.

"Wow," she murmured, voice low and almost admiring. "Look at those veins. You’re so fucking hard it’s ridiculous. You’re about to put that in your friend’s mother’s ass while she’s dressed like her daughter... on her bed. You’re completely gone, aren’t you? What a bad, bad, baaad boy."

"I... oh, fuck..."

I didn’t answer. I just lined the swollen head of my cock against her wet, spit-slicked asshole and started to push.

The resistance was immediate. Delilah had always been tight back there, and right now I was harder than I’d been all night. The head of my cock pressed and pressed until the tight ring finally began to give. She sucked in a sharp breath and reached back with one hand, spreading herself open for me. I kept steady pressure, watching the thick, veiny shaft slowly disappear into her.

Inch by inch.

The heat and the squeeze were intense. Her asshole stretched around me, the rim gripping every vein as I sank deeper. When I finally bottomed out, hips flush against her soft ass, I let out a loud, broken moan that filled the quiet room. The tight, silky pressure around my entire cock was almost overwhelming.

I was all the way inside her.

Was this... real?

Delilah was on all fours on her daughter’s bed, glancing back over her shoulder. Ivy’s old white blouse was stretched so tight across her full breasts that the fabric pulled open between the buttons, showing soft, pale skin and the inner curves of her tits. The tiny dark skirt was flipped completely up over her lower back, leaving her thick thighs and the soft, round cheeks of her ass completely bare. Her soft belly hung slightly under her. Sweat already shone on the back of her neck. Her eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, the whole mature body forced into clothes that belonged to a much smaller girl. The sight alone made my cock throb hard inside the tight heat of her asshole.

I didn’t start slow. Fuuuck that.

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard, hips cracking against her soft ass. Delilah let out a loud, broken groan that was half pain, half pleasure. Her head snapped forward. She dropped her face into the mattress and fisted the blanket with both hands, knuckles going white. I set a fast pace immediately; deep, heavy thrusts that forced her body forward on the bed with every impact. The wet, filthy sound of my cock driving in and out of her stretched asshole filled the room along with the sharp slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck... yeah..." I groaned under my breath, barely able to form words. "Fuck..."

Her asshole was scorching hot and impossibly tight, the rim gripping every thick vein on my shaft as I pounded into her. Every time I bottomed out the soft cheeks of her ass bounced and rippled. The angle let me watch everything, the way the tiny skirt bounced with each thrust, the way her soft body shook, the shiny stretch of her hole around my cock. I was completely gone. The knowledge that I was balls-deep in my best friend’s mother, on her daughter’s bed, while she wore the her old uniform, had wiped out every coherent thought. All that was left was the tight heat and the need to keep fucking her.

Delilah’s moans were muffled against the mattress at first, then grew louder as she adjusted. She pushed back to meet me even while the force of my thrusts kept rocking her forward.

"You... you’re really going to town on me," she panted with a half-chuckle, voice rough. "Your friend’s mother... on her bed... in her clothes... and you’re just wrecking my ass like you own it."

I answered with another hard thrust and a low, strained "Fuck... yeah..." My hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her back onto every stroke. The bed creaked under us. Sweat started to run down my chest and drip onto the small of her back. Her asshole fluttered and clenched around me in tight, rhythmic pulses every time I buried myself to the hilt.