Everyone is over the age of 18.
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"Hey, you."
Your eyes slowly coming open, you winced at the bright sun light and found your mother sitting next to you. You couldn't help but notice the intense worry in her eyes and immediately you started remembering what had happened.
"Glad you're awake. Been sleeping for a few days," she said quietly, stroking your hand, "Don't try to talk, it's okay."
Even if you wanted to, you couldn't. Your battered body wasn't ready and everything was out of your control.
"Jennifer will be here shortly. She wanted to see how you were doing and I told her I would call as soon as you woke up," your mom informed, hand tightly squeezing yours.
You were able to let out a slight groan and your eye lids slowly drifted down.
"Sleep tight, son," she told you with a whisper.
*****
The faint clicking of the door was enough to wake you and it was nice and dark in your room. With light tapping of heels, you looked over and locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women you've ever met and she warmed your heart with a wide smile.
"God damn, I've been so worried about you," she said, approaching faster and dropping her purse in the chair. With one quick movement, she leaned in and pressed those glossy plump lips into yours and forced her fat tongue into your mouth. Her warm hands circled up behind your head and gently held you while she took what she wanted.
"Mm, fuck," she pulled back. Quickly she clicked over to the window and shut the blinds and locked the door.
"You saved my life, Tim," she shook her head with a few tears coming down. She came in again and for the second time in one minute, you were making out with Jennifer Lawrence. Those soft hands were roaming your torso until she hit the hard cast near your neck and she dialed it down and leaned up.
"Huh," she said a little choked up, "Probably should give you updates!"
Jen cleared her throat and leaned against the bed, her hand gently sliding through your messy hair. With the way she attacked you, it was hard to ignore those delicious looking boobs squished together and the plunging cut out on the t-shirt gave you the perfect view.
"Ahem," she coughed, "So, half of everything I make in Red Sparrow is going to you, okay? Ugh, I can't believe you jumped in front of that shit to get me out of the way. Everybody knows and they're all rooting for you to get well."
"I also brought some gifts from some of the other crew," she said, pulling away. Jen spotted the gigantic tent from afar and tilted her head with a quick laugh, "Jeez, bro. Looks like you're recovering just fine already."
You looked down and noticed that an entire family could camp under there and immediately felt embarrassed. With your arms in casts, there was nothing you could do to hide it and the blood kept pumping up into your shaft every time you gazed at the out-of-this-world blonde.
Jen stepped up with a card from her purse and thumped the top of your covered cock and giggled, "Trying to rip the sheets up, Timmy?" She leaned in with another kiss and smiled, looking deep into your eyes, "I'm flattered, babe."
She opened up the card and bills fell out onto your chest; hundreds or maybe thousands of dollars. The inside was completely covered in signatures and get well wishes. You felt the waterworks building up and they suddenly backed away the moment you felt a warm strong grasp envelop your bloated ball sack. Your eyes swiftly found hers and she nodded with a grin.
"You saved my life, man," she whispered, pulling on your goose egg sized nuts, churning the fluids within. "When those lights came down and you pushed me, I thought you were fucking dead," she shook her head and transitioned to the meaty base, unable to wrap around it. She looked down the sheets and back to you and bit her lip, "Looks like you were blessed before this accident."
Jen peeled her shirt away and revealed her creamy abs and deep cleavage packed into a black bra and leaned on your face with all that warmth, smothering you in boobs. "Thought you might like some moral support titties," she giggled and started working you underneath the sheets, "Ooh, damn, Timmy. You're awfully big."
Suddenly, her wet tongue was swirling around your ear and she started pecking on it, careful of the bruises in the area. "Thank you for being a hero," she whispered heavily, "Not everyone would just throw themselves like that."
"Let me know if I'm hurting you," she said while lifting up.