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Naked, Drew knelt on the unkind carpet, his head nestled into Val's stubbly thigh. “Daddy,” he mumbled into her skin, “Dad - Daddy,”
One hand braced on the mattress behind her, Val carded her fingers through his fine brown hair. He said it like sin, like innocence, like the words were being fucked out of him. Her pussy throbbed, low and warm. Drew was a sculpted specimen to be admired, a prize pony plucked and waxed. She was a mangy, hairy creature, all sharp angles and grease.
Drew had to hunch over to burrow his head between her solid thighs. He nuzzled at the dense mound of pubic curls, tongue darting out to lap at her musky slit, at first shyly, then with starved greed. A kitten discovering milk, she thought, and laughed to herself.
Val cooed at him, digging her fingers into her scalp. His tongue flicked against her hole, tasting but not entering. “There you go, princess,” she sighed, luxurious, uncoiling, grinding her hips into his mouth.
Drew's shoulders bowed and shuddered. So funny, how he preened for it, how he went soft and needy as soon as she called him pretty. It twisted something in her scarred-up heart.
Val tugged at the reins of his hair, up, up again, til he finally got the picture and his tongue brushed over her little clit. She groaned, mouth falling open, muscles tensing and untensing. “Good boy, fuck, good fuckin’ girl,”
He whimpered into her cunt, teeth scraping her glans - Val's firm thighs trembled, a half-yelp clawing out of her throat. She peeled his head back; slick smeared across Drew's flushed cheeks, peering up at her through hazy lidded eyes. This time she did laugh aloud. She shook his chin, gently, like you might do to a naughty pet.
“Stupid thing.” She dropped into a crouch and grabbed his boner, let him feel her nails, watched him flinch. “Hard from eating pussy, you pathetic pervert.”
“‘m sorry, dad.”
“You don't sound sorry. Sound like a fuckin’ flirt to me.” A sneer rippled across her face. She rubbed roughly at the leaking, dripping slit. “Need your daddy to teach you how to use this thing?”
Drew warbled, pink tongue poking out of his mouth, like he was ready to swallow down the moneyshot. She wanted to hurt him so fucking bad.
“You're lucky you're a pretty thing, babygirl.” She spat, right on his face. It dribbled down his cheek, thick and grossed. A lusty grin fluttered on his mouth, poorly hidden. She released his dick and sat down on the bed, expectant.
Drew crawled on her lap, the best a big boy like him could anyway. Bashful and eager, he took off her top and unhooked her sports bra. His gaze lingered on her tits, and she had half a mind to slap him across the face for his insolence, but the attention warmed her old - sorry, middle-aged - bones, and she really wanted to get fucked.
Val shifted back against the pillows, legs parted, one hand resting on her slick inner thigh. Expectant, entitled. Drew settled between her legs, chin tucked to his chest. He could be so cute for such a vain bitch. It made her want to dig her fingers into his flesh and twist until something ripped.
She reached down between them and guided his cock to the yield of her cunt. A soft cry dripped from his lips like honey as he sank into her. It hurt, a little, a pleasant burn that coiled in her gut. Far from the most pain she'd ever been in, not even the most pain she'd ever put herself through during sex. Drew's dick wasn't porn star huge, but it certainly was proportionate to the rest him, enough to leave her nicely sore if she demanded that he fuck her hard. Once she had threatened to cut off what he couldn't fit into her, and there had been real fear in his eyes.
Drew moved his hips in little circles, pushing into her cunt slowly, too slowly. “C'mon, princess,” Val goaded. She squirmed, shifting her hips upwards, practically folding herself in half for him - and then it happened, the last few inches slipping into her all at once. Val groaned, eyes fluttering shut, basking in the fullness, the feeling of swallowing him completely.
“Good girl,” she mumbled, scratching at the base of his skull.
“Daddy,” he whined. Such a goddamn baby. “Can I - ?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She squeezed and petted his bicep. Wriggled again, tossing her scraggly-furred calves over his broad shoulders. She didn't need to teach him this part, taking his pleasure from another's body with thrilling selfishness. (Perhaps another did, perhaps someone else he used to call daddy.) He fucked her firm and full-bodied, put all of his 250 pound weight behind it.
His cock dragged funny against her rim, sending an unexpected red jolt of pain through the tender pink-hot core of her. Val squealed, tensing up, hot all over. Drew's eyes lit up with a kind of malicious fascination, one she recognized from herself. Strangely, it kindled pride in her - yes, that was Val's girl, the sickness that had its roots in her laying seeds in him. God, one day she should make him really hurt her, really make her wail, paint her body with lipstick-pink welts.
Val pulled Drew down by the back of his neck and kissed him, messy and toothy. “Dad,” he moaned into her tongue.
“Fuck,” Val hissed. She went tense and shivery, clamping down tight around Drew's cock. He shouted, a dumbstruck look planting itself on his face, and shot his load inside of her.
He slipped out of her cum-soaked cunt, her legs slipping from his shoulders. Just as quickly, he grabbed her by the hips, flipping them over so she was astride his face and burying himself into the mess he made.
Val groaned, juddering with sensitivity. He licked his seed out of her swollen pussy, so wet with cum and sweat and spit it was hard to distinguish one sensation from another. Drew sucked at the milky puffy hole like a perversion of a child's nursing. His tongue prodded at her open dripping entrance like he wanted to fuck her open again.
Val's hand dropped to her pulsing clit, dragging her calloused fingers over it, bringing herself to a second trembling orgasm. Her abdominal muscles clenched, soaked inner labia rutting against his face. Drew detached from her with a loud squelch, nosing at the delicate fuzzy skin of her inner thigh.
She allowed him to rest his head against her small breast and blanket her sticky body with his bulk. Her cunt was still twitching, sparks of lusts running through her veins. She could go again, and probably again after that, but the kid didn't seem up for it. (God, what are boys half her age even good for then?)
“Thank you daddy,” he murmured into her chest, slick smirking innocent.
Val patted his head and rolled her eyes where he couldn't see. “Yeah, whatever kid.”