A TASTE OF SIN

CHAPTER SIX

"f**k, you're so hard for me. You like it when I play with your d**k like this, don't you baby?" she purrs, voice dripping with lust. He groans low, thrusting into her grip, the rhythm building with wet, cyclic strokes.

Then he shifts, the mattress sinking, and there's the unmistakable sound of him licking his fingers before rubbing her p***y. Mum's moan quivered into a full-throated ''Oh yesssss!'' as he circles her c**t, dipping in and out of her wetness. Her juices must be flowing. I hear the lewd mushy sliding noise of his fingers f*****g her hole, fast and deep, her hips bucking up with fleshy smacks against his palm. ''You're soaked, sweetheart, so f*****g wet for my c**k,'' he says huskily, and she whimpers, ''Please, baby, f**k me now. I need you buried deep inside my pussy.''

The anticipation hangs for a second, just their heavy breathing matched, chests heaving. Then the mattress creaks sharply as he positions himself, the head of his c**k nudging her entrance with a soft, slippery press. He thrusts in slowly at first, one long, drawn-out slide that makes Mum cry out, her voice breaking on a gasp, ''Ahhhh f**k, yes, stretch me!'' The bedframe starts rocking, steady thuds against the wall right by my head, every push sends shivers through the plaster.

Luke picks up speed, his hips snapping forward with meaty slaps, skin joining with skin, his balls swinging to tap her ass. Mum's moans turn rhythmic, matching his pace: ''Unh, unh, harder, oh yes...just like that, baby, f**k my p***y!'' The wet sounds intensify, her arousal coating him, squelching loudly with every sink. I shift on my bed, heat pooling between my legs, my n*****s hardening against my shirt as I press my thighs together. But it's not enough, my hand slips down, fingers brushing my panties, already so damp from their noises.

He flips her suddenly, the bed squeaking in protest, and now she's on top, I think, because the creaks get faster, more frantic. Mum's riding him, her ass slapping down on his thighs with sharp, echoing claps. ''Ride that d**k, baby grind on it,'' Luke grunts, his voice strained, his hands probably gripping her hips to slam her harder. She cries out as he slaps her ass cheeks, a string of breathy ''Yes, yes, oh my god yes", her voice rising in pitch as she bounces on his shaft, the headboard now banging rhythmically against the wall thump thump thump like a heartbeat that has gone wild.

Sweat slicks their bodies; I hear the faint sheen of it in the way their skin sticks and releases with each thrust. Mum's close, I can tell from the way her moans fracture, turning into desperate sobs. ''I'm gonna c*m Luke, don't stop! ahh yes harder uhhh f**k my p***y baby!' He thrusts up to meet her, the bed shaking violently now, springs rattling. Her orgasm hits with a wail that pierces the wall. ''Fuuuuck yes!'' Long and shuddering, her p***y clenching around him, juices gushing with audible squirts against his c**k.

Luke flips her again, pinning her down on the mattress, compressing with his weight and thrusting into her, following the ripples of ecstasy that still shook her body. ''Take it all, milk my c**k,'' he demands, his grunts animalistic, hips pistoning with brutal force. The slaps get wetter, faster, her oversensitive folds making everything louder, sloppier. Mum's babbling now, ''c*m inside me, fill my p***y make my p***y drip with your c*m!'' And he does, roaring her name as he buries deep, hot spurts flooding her with pulsing throbs I can almost feel in the air. The bed stills, but their pants fill the room, ragged and satisfied.

I can't hold back anymore. My fingers dive into my panties, circling my swollen c**t as their voices fade to murmurs. The wetness between my legs matches hers, my own moans stifled against my pillow, riding the wave they started until I came hard, shaking in time with the aftershocks of their desire, then drifted to sleep.