Looking at her underneath me, tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes were contorted in sorrow as she let go of my arm so she could place her hands on either side of my face and carefully sweep her thumbs over my cheeks, directly underneath my eyes. At the same time, though, her hips were still grinding into my hand, I could see her stomach muscles spasm, and I could still hear her muffled moans.
Suddenly, her legs parted, as if to either grant me better access or invite me to go further. I thought it was time I got something out of this whole mess myself, and quickly climbed in between her now widely spread thighs, but refused to remove my fingers from her gushing pussy.
“Lift it up!” I said firmly, while pressing my fingers strongly against that spongy patch on her upper walls.
Her body shuddered as her eyelids fluttered, but she complied by pulling her feet towards her ass. Then she planted them on the mattress to either side of my knees and pushed her hips upwards as far as she could manage. It was just high enough.
I readjusted my hand, so my fingers could stay inside her without my hand being in the way for what I had planned next.
“Baby!?” she asked, as soon as I took my left hand off her mouth to grab my cock instead, lining it up with her opening. Without pulling my fingers out of her, I shoved my cock inside her as well.
“OH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!” she wailed upon the sudden intrusion. “MY GOooOoOOD!”
I didn’t care. This was for me now, not for her. I recklessly slammed myself into her until I bottomed out and her arms thrashed around underneath me. My fingers were now lodged in between the shaft of my cock and her pussy walls, my fingertips pressing into her G-spot stronger than before. Simultaneously, the tip of my cock was stimulating her A-spot, and it seemed to be almost too much for her.
As I continued to repeatedly slam myself into her almost violently, I also started rubbing the palm of my hand against her clit. With this, I had to make quite the effort to hold her hips up, as her own legs seemed to lose all of their strength.
“You Bitch!” I growled through gritted teeth. “You fucking Bitch! You happy you have such a good boy, who keeps taking care of you ungrateful fucks!? After all these years of not giving a single shit about me, I’m still here for your pleasure. Must be nice, huh!?”
She didn’t try to answer anymore. She held my face in her hands while moaning her delight, as I buried myself balls deep into her over and over again. After a few minutes of this, however, I reached my limit. Just as Mom removed her hands from my face to instead hide her own behind them as if to hide her shame, and let out yet another loud orgasmic scream, I emptied my balls as deep inside her as I possibly could. Her knees were quaking and I had to push my arm underneath her to hold her up.
As soon as I shot my last spurt of cum into the depths of her canal, I collapsed on top of her, my face resting on her collarbone. To my big surprise, despite what I had just done to her, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held my body against hers.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Baby.” she cooed. “Let it out. I’m here. I’ll hold you.”
At first, I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but I was too exhausted to care either. That changed when I felt the wetness on her skin, and suddenly realized that it wasn’t sweat. I was crying!
As I lay there, trying to hold in my own sobs, I felt the mattress shift behind me. Then, two slender arms added themselves to Mom’s, which were wrapped around me. And, finally, Ava’s face appeared next to mine, placing a slow, affectionate kiss on my cheek.
Replaying what just happened in my head, I finally understood the real reason for the sorrow in her eyes. I must’ve been crying the whole time I fucked her. That was why she had swept her thumbs over my cheeks, because even then, there were already tears on my face for her to wipe away. She wasn’t sad about me insulting her, she was sad about me hurting.
“I hate you for abandoning me like this.” I said quietly, after I had regained at least some control over my voice.
“I know.” Mom whispered. “And I deserve it.”
“I hate this situation we’re in. Every time something finally goes right for a change, another major screw up happens that I have to deal with.” I added, noting how neither Mom nor Ava loosened their grip on my body.
“Hm” I heard from both of them, while feeling Mom nod her head in acknowledgement.
“I can’t keep up if it continues like this.” I admitted, in an even lower voice than before, and, this time, it took them a few seconds before answering.
