+) Chapter 6 Part 2 Silent Resentment “Hnnnngg… mmph… g-gentle… gentle… you… you bad man… hnnn…” Mom gasped, her shapely body writhing under him.
Waves of pleasure made her tremble.
Her breasts reshaped under his hands, spilling over his palms with each squeeze.
Dad’s cock, though not thick, filled her tight pussy completely.
Each thrust pulled out a flood of slick juices, dripping down her pale thighs.
Mom’s moans grew sweeter, her eyes dazed, her lips parting to let her pink tongue flick across them.
“Ahh… hnnn?!… so good… you hit it again… hnnn… harder… harder, honey… hnnnnn…” Her hands gripped the sheets, her round ass twisting to meet his thrusts.
Dad’s tongue circled her areolas, his teeth gently biting her stiff nipples, sending shivers through her.
Her breasts swayed with every motion, waves of flesh rippling.
“Victoria… you’re so hungry… Why are you squeezing me so tight?” Dad’s hands roamed her full body, kneading every sensitive spot.
“S-stop… hnnn… it’s… it’s because of you… you’re never home… hnnn… and every time you come back, it’s only for a few days… then you rush off again… hnnn… I… I miss your bad thing… hnnn… I miss it so much…” Mom’s moans grew bolder, her mature body blooming with lust.
Dad chuckled, sucking harder on her plump breast flesh.
Each pull seemed to flood his mouth with rich, milky flavor.
Mom trembled under the intense pleasure, her full body writhing.
Her breasts jiggled violently, slapping against Dad’s face.
“Hnnnnnnn… you… you… hnnn… suck gently… you haven’t loved me in so long… hnnn… don’t you know how to treat a lady?… hnnn… you greedy little cat… suck harder… faster… ahhhh… go faster, honey… hnnn… you’re going to ruin me… hnnnnnnn…!!” Mom moaned, her eyes half-lidded, her white flesh swelling under his lips, her nipples standing even taller.
Her hands stroked his thinning hair, pressing his face deeper into her chest.
Dad sucked greedily, savoring the soft, tender flesh in his mouth.
When he lifted his head, his lips glistened with thick saliva.
He looked at his wife the woman who drove men wild now writhing beneath him in ecstasy.
A deep sense of satisfaction filled him.
His cock pistoned in and out of her wet, tight pussy, each stroke pulling out streams of slick fluid.
The warmth, the grip it sent waves of pleasure through him.
“Honey… next time… when I come back… will you wear shiny open-crotch nude stockings… and kneel with your slutty, plump ass up… and suck me off?” Dad panted between thrusts, voice trembling with hope.
Mom twisted her slender waist, her white arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
Her long, stocking-clad legs coiled around his waist.
She arched her chest, letting her full breasts sway before him, then coyly said, “N-no… hnnn… I won’t… that thing… it’s so dirty… hnnn… smells nasty… I won’t… I won’t eat it… hnnn… and those open-crotch stockings… hnnn… such a vulgar design… I’d… I’d look like a… a whore from a brothel… I’d never wear something so… so low…” “O-okay… if my wife doesn’t want to… we’ll talk later…” Dad’s voice carried disappointment, but his hips didn’t slow.
His cock kept slamming into her wet, tight pussy.
For years, since their wedding night, Dad had dreamed of seeing Mom let go of watching his elegant, refined wife wear cheap, slutty open-crotch stockings, her round, stocking-covered ass raised high, sucking his cock like a desperate whore.
But every time he asked, she’d blush and refuse.
Now, he stared into her lust-filled eyes, watching her lose herself in pleasure.
His cock plunged deep into her pink, slick pussy, each thrust pulling out glistening fluids.
Her red labia flapped with each motion, opening and closing in rhythm.
Juices ran down her plump, pale ass crack, soaking the sheets beneath.
“Ahh… you… you bad man… hnnn… always teasing me…” Mom writhed, her messy hair stuck to her sweaty face.
A few strands were caught between her parted red lips.
Her wet, gleaming eyes sparkled with mischief.
“You’re gone so long… hnnn… if you don’t… don’t fool around in Westbridge… hnnn… when you come back… maybe… maybe I’ll be in a good mood… and… make an exception… just once…” Dad’s breath hitched.
“Really, honey?
I love you so much!” He thrust harder, his hands squeezing her full, high breasts, savoring their softness.
The image of his elegant wife on her knees, wearing cheap open-crotch stockings, sucking his cock it flooded his mind, driving him wild.
His thrusts grew faster.
His small head pounded into the deepest folds of her pussy, ruthlessly grinding her sensitive clit.
“Hnnn… ah… honey… hnnn… you hit it… gently…” Mom moaned, her full breasts bouncing wildly, slapping with each thrust.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking greedily, pulling out more fluids that dripped down her thighs.
“Ahh… ahh… honey… I’m… I’m gonna cum!” Dad gasped.
A hot surge rose in his gut.
His cock throbbed.
He knew he was close.
He thrust harder, desperate to release the building pleasure.
Sweat soaked his back.
His heavy breath echoed in the room.
Mom’s pussy gripped him tightly, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through him almost too much to bear.
“Hnnn… honey… wait… wait… ahh… not yet… I haven’t…” Mom’s voice was breathy, urgent.
She moved with him, twisting her hips, chasing her own climax.
Her eyes were shut, her delicate features twisted with approaching ecstasy.
Her long lashes trembled.
Her tight pussy clenched, sucking his cock like it wanted to devour him.
Her pussy gushed, ready to feel that ultimate fusion, that deep satisfaction.
She clung to him like an octopus, giving everything, riding the waves of pleasure.
Each thrust brought her closer but not enough.
She wanted more.
Deeper.
Harder.
To be completely filled.
But Dad’s climax was coming.
It would cut her off again leaving her in that torturous state of near-fulfillment, unsatisfied.
She opened her pink lips, letting out a desperate whimper, each note thick with sorrow.
“Honey… I’m sorry…” Dad panted.
His cum spilled, sticky and warm, between their bodies.
He felt every cell in his body drain.
He collapsed onto her, his heavy breathing loud in the quiet room.
“I’ve… been working too hard… My body… it’s worn out… I’m sorry… I couldn’t… make you come…” His voice was thick with guilt, hoarse.
Sweat soaked his hair, clinging to his forehead.
He touched her body with damp fingers, trying to soothe his guilt.
He saw her smooth back, her skin flushed from their passion each sight deepening his regret.
He wished he could have given her more.
“Honey… it’s okay… I was happy too…” Mom’s voice was soft, sweet.
She buried her face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
But her closed eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Deep inside, she was unsatisfied.
Frustrated.
The pleasure had been real but being cut off so suddenly, left hanging on the edge, had left her hollow, empty.
She wanted more.
She wanted that ultimate release.
Not this rushed, incomplete end.
She opened her mouth to speak but stopped.
Blaming him would only make him feel worse.
And she didn’t want to stain this intimate moment with guilt.
She held him tighter, trying to bury her disappointment.
But deep inside, that seed of resentment took root quiet, but ready to grow.
She bit her lip, feeling the sharp pain, using it to suppress the rising void inside.
“Get some rest.
You have to leave for Westbridge tomorrow.” Her voice was gentle, tired and beneath it, a quiet disappointment, cold as winter snow.
“Mm.” Dad grunted, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.