My mother was still squirming from her orgasm and Jacob was standing now, slowly stroking himself.
I watched his hand slide over his cockβup, down, up, downβas his meat hardened underneath his palm.
Fuck.
It was calling me.
I could feel my body shaking as I watched him stroke himself.
I couldn't believe I was finally seeing it again. It was in full view. After so many years of dreaming. So many years of wishing. So many years of pleasuring myself to the memory of his gorgeous dick and wishing it were mine.
It was right in front of me. In full view.
I licked my lips as I clutched my center. My moisture was dripping unto my fingers and I raised them to my lips and slipped them into my mouth.
The familiar salty taste of myself spread over my tongue and I resisted the urge to moan. Instead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste.
When I reopened them, my eyes went back to Jacob's hand on his cock.
Removing my fingers from my mouth, I stuck them down my jeans again and slipped them into myself.
My breathing shallow, I started moving them in tune with Jacob's movements.
Instead of my fingers, it was his thick cock moving in and out of me.
Suddenly, the closet was way too hot. The heat was overbearing. Beads of sweat formed on my skin, as my temperature increased.
I felt feverish.
I was so close to him.
So close to
it.
It should be me out there; not my mother.
I shook my head to remove the thought of her from my mind.
If I thought about her, it would ruin my fantasy. I couldn't think about her right now. At least, I couldn't think about her like
that
right now.
Just then, my mother's ass lifted up into the air from the divan.
She was on all fours. I couldn't see her head, arms, or her legs. All I could see was her naked ass and her uncovered pussy.
She was open for him.
Ready.
Waiting.
She was totally offering herself to him.
All Jacob had to do was climb on the bed and fuck her as hard or as soft as he wanted.
Her pussy was his.
A pang of jealousy hit me.
Jealousy.
Not anger. Not hatred. Not disgust.
Jealousy.
Forget about all the other things, I wanted to be the one on the bed offering myself to Jacob.
I wanted to be the one whose pussy was going to be blessed by his thick, pulsing cock.
Why the hell did she have to be so lucky and not me?
Surely, I deserved it for all these years of wanting, wishing, and dreaming of it.
"Maria," Jacob's voice reached my ears, "you're so fucking beautiful."
Jacob licked his lips as he slipped a condom over himself.
He was right.
Even I had to admit.
My mother's cunt looked soft and peachy like the inside an oyster. And she was dripping wet.
It almost looked like my own cunt after I've played with myself for a while. It was amazing in just how many ways I resembled her.
It made me wonder what else we had in common.
Her pussy looked moist and inviting as if it was well sated after Jacob had made her climax. But her clit was already engorging again in anticipation for what was about to come next.
"Oh baby," Jacob murmured.
"Yes, daddy?" My mother answered.
"Are you ready for Daddy to make you feel good?"
My mother moaned.
"Yes, daddy." She swayed her ass from side to side and received a deep groan from Jacob.
"Daddy's about to fill you up." He climbed unto the bed and positioned himself behind her.