She didn’t finish that sentence, but I understood what she tried to say. I had seen the texts on her phone, the discussions with the rest of the family who implored her to stop punishing herself and join them again. Maybe...
I was now her big spoon, with her head resting on my left upper arm, and my right arm draped around her midriff. On impulse, my left hand slid underneath her shirt, with my fingertips trailing along her skin. As they passed her belly button, I felt a light tremble travel through her body and heard her gasp. It didn’t deter me, and as my hand traveled up her soft body, my arm pushed her shirt up, exposing more and more of her skin. If she needed release so I could sleep, I would give her that release and be done with it.
“Baby!” she almost whined when my hand took a firm grasp of her breast, and I felt her hard nipple press into my palm.
I still refused to speak. Instead, I let my right hand travel downwards her body and pressed it against her lower stomach, right before my fingertips would rest on her pubic bone. Her breathing was heavy by now and she gyrated her naked ass into my groin, causing my dick stiffen in record time. For some fucked up reason, me getting hard at that moment irked me.
Feeling the hard nipple still pressed into my palm, I stopped kneading her breast to instead pinch that protruding little pebble, and was instantly rewarded with another needful moan from her. Then I finally parted the fingers of my right hand and allowed my fingertips to slide down on either side of her clitoris, which caused her entire body to twitch.
I continued by sliding my fingers down even further, massaging her labia while rubbing the palm of my hand over her clit. And then it happened.
“Oh, Baby! Yes! Thank you!” I heard Mom’s panting. “My Baby Boy is so good to his Mommy!”
I frowned, finally understanding where all this annoyance I felt towards her had come from. Before I could even say something about it, however, she spoke again.
“Be a good boy for Mommy, Baby.” she moaned.
Suddenly, I just wanted to finish this. I no longer cared about getting her properly warmed up, or making sure she was sufficiently wet. I just pushed my right hand further down to cup her entire sex, roughly kneaded it for a second, and then plunged two fingers into her canal.
As soon as my fingers were buried so far inside her that the heel of my hand was now pressed against her clit, I felt her instantly climax. Her inner walls contracted around my fingers as she stretched her body and stiffened. After a few seconds, she spoke again.
“Oh GOD! Baby!” she paused for a second to catch her breath. “Mommy needed this so badly! It’s been so long! You’re so good to Mommy! Such a good boy!”
Ths was, again, the wrong thing to say, as I felt outright anger well up inside me.
I didn’t want to hear her happy moaning. I didn’t want to hear how much pleasure I was giving her. I didn’t want to hear what a good fucking boy I was. Couldn’t these people take care of themselves for once!?
My left hand, which had played with her breasts and nipples until now, quickly moved out of her shirt. Before she had a chance to protest, it covered her mouth, stopping her insufferable declarations of pleasure. Then I continued my assault on her sensitive sex.
My fingers inside her started moving with vigor, though I kept my fingertips pressed to her upper walls in an effort to look for her G-spot. I did find a patch of tissue about the size of a grape that felt spongy, but lacked the walnut texture I had felt within Mia and Tess, so I wasn’t sure if it would work. I attacked it regardless.
I kept my hand firmly on her mouth and muffled her squirming moans, even when she raised both her hands to grab my arm and I felt her nails dig into my skin. Though she only held onto it, not attempting to pull it away.
“Why is it always my job to make you happy?” I growled without letting up on my assault. “Why is it always me that has to take care of your needs and make sure you’re happy!?”
This got her attention, as her eyes grew wide and locked onto me.
I removed my hand from her mouth long enough to pull my left arm out from underneath her and roll her onto her back. It quickly clamped down onto her mouth again before she had the chance to say anything.
Leaning over her, my fingers still working inside her, I looked directly into her eyes.
“Logan messes around with fucking rapists, so I have to risk my fucking life to fix it for you. You fuck up Ava, so I have to let her move into my home to fix her for you. Aaron pisses away your bank account, so take mine instead! After you spent years not giving a shit about me, you one-sidedly decide to move in here, regardless of what I think about it! Now I have to give away what little I have left, to get rid of your damn husband! Why is it always me who gets to deal with the consequences of your bullshit!? And now YOU complain to ME about being stressed and needing release!?”
