Another chapter, another smut. Btw for those who hadn't seen, this is what Beth looks like in this pic.
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I went to the kitchen, splitting my mind to allow me to perform multiple tasks at the same time without any delay.
'I have to show Beth that I am the best prospect of a man in this house. and little by little start working to win her over, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to sleep with my hot milf. I might also help her in letting her achieve her dream to be a doctor.'
I took the apron and tightly tied it as it hugged tightly into my body. Once I was all done, I told Cortona to play some songs and began cooking our breakfast for all of us, opening the fridge and taking out vegetables while defrosting the kitchen and getting some eggs.
I made a simple fried rice and stir fried it with eggs and toast to the side. At the same time I prepared coffee and milk.
"Mmf~"
While this was happening, I can see Beth having her imagination wander on me pounding her, as does her fingers. Beth parts her labia with her right index and ring fingers as her middle finger runs across her entrance, over her clit.
"Yes…"
Beth releases a sigh of pleasure at the thought of her son with his hands on her.
A blush spreads across her face at the thought of how inmortal she is imagining her own son ramming his hard cock inside her inside their own home, her massive chest with her nipple harden and pussy exposed, fingering herself to a much needed release while thoughts of her my transformation.
She kneads her chest the way she knows her son would as she sinks a finger into herself, a shaky moan drawn from her throat.
Her dream from the morning comes to mind, and Beth takes herself back to it and mixes the dream with her reality. In her head, her son has her pinned on a mattress, her skirt hiked up just as it is in reality.
'You're so fucking pretty like this, Beth. Needy, submissive, and begging to be taken. I know you'd love it if I pounded the cum out of you. Do you want me to?' She imagined me saying those words to her.
"Yes, Morty, pound me, fuck me, use me like the cumslut I am! I'm your toy, your fucktoy, please, please fuck me!"
Beth tweaks her nipple as she strikes at her clit with her fingers. Her moans echo in the empty bathroom and she rushes to muffle herself.
It wouldn't do good to be found masturbating in the shower like the immoral mother she is. She bites down on her shirt, her chest heaving with shaky breaths. Unaware she is being watched by her son.
"A-ah!"
Beth plunges her middle and ring fingers into her vagina, her back arching at the delicious sensations traversing her body. Her fingers take on the role of her son ' cock, fucking her just the way she likes it.
"I'm gonna fucking wreck you, Mom."
Beth releases a broken moan at the imaginary dialogue, made all too real by her lust-addled mind. She sets a relentless pace for herself, fueled by her burning desire for a good orgasm and the inability to take as much time as she wants.
Wet squelches accompany her whiny moans as she fucks her own hole with her fingers, slick dripping onto the toilet cover from the gaps between her fingers.
"Morty, Morty, I'm so fucking wet for your cock, fuck me just like that Morty, fuck!"
Beth strikes her own G-spot on each thrust, curls of her fingers driving her wild. Her head rolls to the side as she closes her eyes, mouth open in a perpetual "O", her shirt released from her hold in favor of vocalizing her mounting pleasure.
"Oh, oh fuck, fuck, Morty, Morty, right there, I'm gonna fucking cum on your cock Morty, I'm gonna squirt on your cock!"
A broken guttural moan is ripped out of Beth's throat as her hips buck hard. Stream after stream of liquid fires out of her orgasming pussy, clenching and unclenching with each burst, her release splashing against the wall of the bathroom.
Some of it leaks down her hole to the tile floor on the shower as her fingers rub her clit furiously as she tweaks her right nipple, her orgasm prolonged with the sensations all over her body.
Beth's hips twitch when her orgasm subsides, juices still leaking from between her legs. She raises her wet hand to her lips, tongue swirling all over her fingers to clean herself up. The fire between her legs still doesn't subside—in fact, she wants one more orgasm.
"Fuck~!"
Beth plunges her fingers into her hole again. This time, she works both her G-spot and her clit. Beth thrusts her fingers into herself rapidly as her other hand works her clit at a similar pace.
Thoughts of her son picking her up and pounding her against the wall of his office flood her mind. The pleasure Beth brings to herself renders her unable to comprehend anything more than her desire for her son to wreck her body.
"Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me Morty, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"
It is with the mantra that Beth brings herself to the strongest orgasm she's had all day. A scream tears itself out of Beth as a long burst of squirt splatters itself on the wall in front of Beth.
The oversensitivity of her first orgasm contributes to the strength of her second. The repeated bucking of Beth's hips and writhing of her body atop her seat sends her orgasm spraying up and down the polished tiles of the wall, Beth's pleasure washing over the smooth material, some of it splashing over Beth herself.
Beth gasps and heaves with each violent movement of her hips, each spray leaving her body. Waves of relief wash over Beth—she finally got the orgasm she was looking for, the kind of release she craved and deserved the entire morning.
With a long sigh, she looked at herself feeling the sudden realization that what she did immediately went to clean herself up.
Me, on the other hand, enjoyed the sight and can't wait to truly have some for fun with her.
Once the song ended, Level of concern by twenty one pilots began to play, turning around. I went to the table and began to arrange the plates along with the cups and utensils.
I turned and saw that Beth was looking at me surprised while a hint of blush and shame was slightly visible but she managed to do it quite well with a smile as she approached me.
I leaned slightly and kissed the corner of her cheek, having her blush as I withdrew and smiled at her happily.
"Glad you can join me, mom, you can sit down and soon there will be breakfast." I said to go to the kitchen later.
"Breakfast? Morty, you don't know how to cook!" She said as she hurried after me towards the kitchen thinking she was making a mess, but she couldn't take any other steps because I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.
"Calm mom, I've always seen you cook, I know what I have to do along with some videos, don't worry, in any case I'll ask you for help." Pulling her towards the chair which I ran and sat Beth down to then caress her cheek.
"Have you always been watching me?" She asked with intrigued and enjoying the caresses and realizing that me, her son before had disappeared as my skin was much brighter and softer as if I were using some kind of cream, but having my hand close didn't smell any product. What she doesn't know is how her skin was unbelievably soft as well.
"ALWAYS, believe it or not, I do, so everything's fine, I don't know about a fire or an explosion since you were taking a bath, so calm down and wait."
I finished caressing him on the cheek and then left, but just Jerry woke up and I also greeted him.
"Hi dad." I briefly said thinking about how to get rid of him without killing him. I'll be patient and let things proceed, focusing my attention on stealing Beth and Summer.
"Hey son." He yawned before sitting down at the table and turning the newspaper over, which I picked up once I heard it thrown at the door, which was before I went to the kitchen, Beth watching Jerry saw that he didn't bother to even greet her or saw that she wasn't the one making breakfast, once she slightly lowered newspaper Jerry saw her.
'I really hate this guy. He has a beautiful and gorgeous wife yet lacks the ability to appreciate it! He wasn't even a househusband!'
My anger was fuming thinking how neglectful he was to Beth. She deserves better! Even if I had a hundred women, not a single one will be neglected!
"Oh? Hello honey, is breakfast ready? By the way, where is Morty, was he here a second ago?" He fixated on the newspaper while Beth was growing even more disappointed at her husband. She was fine if her efforts weren't appreciated but why can't this man be a father for once!?
"It's not ready yet." She saw it as she crossed her arms and waited patiently.
"Aren't you ready? But if you're the one cooking it and if you're here…" After a few seconds Jerry's mind "Clicked" causing him to make a face as he realized.