“Please, stop now. I cannot take it anymore. Nothing really will come out.” I kicked his face as I lay on the bed. My knees are trembling because of too much liquid and water that coming out. He still doesn’t stop even though we’ve been around a few times. My eyes are already giving.
“You can not. Come here.” He made me sit down and in an instant, he was lying down, and I was sitting on his body. The cock that was swollen in my ass suddenly sprouted and whipped my ass. I rested my hands on his stomach and began to lift the body as he held my hand. Our position is I am a cowgirl now.
He could only assist me by grabbing my waist when I put his cock into my p*ssy. When I placed it on, I stroked my clit to increase the pressure. I squeeze my left nipple and run my fingers up and down. When I took my hand off the nipple, I extended it, so he could take it and join him. He did it, and I was not disappointed. My hand was placed on his stomach. I watched his teeth grind, and you could tell he was upset by how slowly I was moving.
When he quickly pushed down my hips, his cock went deeper within me, I knew he wasn’t happy with my movement. Because of what he did, my grasp on him became even tighter. I felt some cum shoot within me when he did that, so I simply laid down on his chest. My eyes went black when my body collided with his.
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Randall’s voice was raspy as he asked, “Where are you going?”
I need to check on Randle and return to his room; perhaps he is weeping now. But if he awoke, he’d knock because he knows how to do it now. I sat beneath the bed, fastening the robe. Thereafter, I kissed him on the lips.
“I’ll check on Randle. Perhaps, he cried,” I said to him while our faces were still near. I locked my gaze on his. “Anyway, I’m going someplace later. Can you watch Randle now that it’s the weekend?” I now stroke the back of his neck. Our breaths are now crushing to each other.
He narrowed his eyes, wondering where I would go without them. I didn’t speak because I don’t want him to know where I was going. I clutch the cover of the blanket then shake my head at him, giving him an assured smile. Not only that, but I glued our foreheads together and sword our noses. I kissed him again on the lips as if I was drawing strength to have courage.
I stood up and then pinned his shoulder. I went out the door, went straight to Randle who was sleeping peacefully, and lay next to him. I hugged him tightly because I wanted to avoid ruining the family I was trying to put together so as much as possible, I was careful. I don’t want to break up with us again instantly. While hugging my son, drowsiness visited me again.
I woke up with arms wrapped around me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Randall asleep and like an old version of Randle. Randle sleeps between us as Randall extended his hand to hug the two of us. I slowly removed his hand, so they wouldn’t wake up. When I finally got rid of it I got out of bed to get ready to leave. It’s better if I leave earlier, so I have time to think. I don’t want them to worry about me.
While in the bathroom, I let the water flow into my body and feel its coolness. My hand pressed against the wall as the water trickled behind me. I clenched my palm because I didn’t know where I would heap my anger. Who am I to blame my father? Hundreds of memories gush, and I can’t win against them all at once. I should have taken it easy first. I want to lie down in the cold space of this bathroom, feel the cold, and compare which one is cooler. Whether it’s my heart or the floor with water.
When I came out, they were still asleep. The sun king was about to peek, but they were still sound asleep. I’ll just leave notes, so he knows I’m gone.
When I left our house, my head drowned. It seemed as if I was floating while walking and had no idea where I was going. It’s as if I’m under a spell and waiting for someone to tell me to move. I just realized I was standing directly in front of Randall’s mansion. I took a long breath and relaxed my hand before approaching the guard, who turned to face me. It appears that I am still not barred from entering it.
He allowed me in without a second thought. While I headed directly to their front door. This was the final place I went before my heart died, and many memories soak through, even if there are no recollections to recall. As I strolled, I gazed at the garden, where I was astounded by the woman’s cause of my mother’s pain at the time.
She was the reason our floor was littered with wine bottles, and I was curious as to what her earrings were doing in the vicinity of the explosion. I’m curious about everything. I don’t want to walk on shattered glass that hurts me every time I step on it simply to receive an answer to my concern.
I approached mama Amelia, but she didn’t see me since she was too busy watering the plants and flowers. She stopped sprinkling when she heard the step of my rubber shoes, but she still didn’t look at me. Her hand was merely in the air, holding the sprinkler, but I’m sure she recognized the woman next to her since she could see me in her peripheral vision.
“I don’t recall inviting a visitor today,” she said, dropping the sprinkler on the ground, presenting her head and torso, and staring at me coldly. Even though she was only watering, she had a lot of jewelry on her. She examined me from head to toe. Randall’s face and stance are very similar at times, so it’s impossible to deny that they are mother and son.
“Be tolerant with my abrupt appearance, mama Amelia,” I said as I returned her pebbles with frigid looks. I refused to give up. My mother had already suffered enough from her, but I would not allow justice to be denied to me. I approached mama Amelia. In my heart, anger is now smiling. Even if I want to think of Randall, I can’t because of what I’m thinking of right now.
When I came to a halt in front of her, I kept myself from smacking her because I still had it in my head that my husband was her son. But regardless of what I had in my hand, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“How does it feel to be my daddy’s mistress?”