aroused, too. Cautiously, I stroked a finger down the fold of my labia.
“Oh,” I whimpered, unable to stay silent. Dom’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he covered the receiver with a hand, shooting me a glare. I winked at him and spread my legs further so I was doing a split on the bed. My fingers found my clit almost instantly and I could feel that it was already swollen and engorged. It felt so good that I moaned a little. Pleasure darted through my body as I gently rubbed little circles around my clit, using my other hand to tweak and pull at my stiff nipples.
“Stop,” Dom mouthed, uncovering the receiver. “Sorry, Mom. What was that?” His voice sounded irritated, but he couldn’t stop watching me, and I could see that his cock had again stiffened. He was so beautiful naked, I loved staring at the way his erection sprung free from his body. Thinking about him plunging his massive cock inside of me, again and again, sent shivers down my spine and I wiggled on the bed, using two fingers to softly stroke my clit. I was shuddering and gasping now, and I could think of nothing but the pleasure flooding my body. As Dom watched, I rubbed myself into a fast and heavy orgasm, panting and gasping.
“Okay, mom thanks. I love you too. See you soon.” Dom’s voice sounded a few octaves lower than normal as he hung up and tossed the iPhone across the room. I lay on the bed in a post-orgasm haze, sleepily waiting for him to join me. Instead, he stood there, frowning.
“What?” I asked, beginning to feel embarrassed and really exposed. My legs were sore from being spread so far away, and I pulled the covers over my naked body quickly, feeling ashamed.
“Nothing,” Domenic muttered, yanking a pair of sweatpants up his muscular, golden legs. “Did you have to do that, though? Something could have been wrong with Mom.”
“Sorry,” I replied, feeling stung. “I thought you liked it.”
“I did, Michelle,” he said. “I’m sorry. It just seems really weird now that our parents are involved, you know?” He sat down on the end of the bed, hunching over and scratching at his blonde mane. I felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment bubble up inside of me, completely ruining the euphoria from my orgasm.
“I get it,” I said flatly, covering my whole body with the sheet. I looked around on the floor for my clothes, and not seeing them, slipped off the bed and wrapped the sheet around me like a toga. Dom stood up and stretched, yawning. He didn’t look too perturbed by what had happened, and for some reason, that irritated me even more. He had apologized for hurting me and said he’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to me, so what was this crap?
“Michelle, don’t be like this, please. You know we’re in a weird situation,” he elaborated in a careful tone, trying to catch my gaze. His blue eyes were large and dilated, they looked completely sincere.
“Okay,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re right, sorry. It was disrespectful.”
“It was really sexy, though,” Dom teased. “It was so hard not to hang up and just take you right then and there.”
I grinned, feeling smug. “That was exactly the goal,” I admitted, raising my eyebrow at him. But his comment reminded me of the actual phone call in the first place, and I felt a trace amount of embarrassment coming back. “Uh, so what’s up with Sandy?”
“She and Archie are thinking about coming home this Friday instead of Monday,” Dom explained, lacing his fingers together and twining them around in his lap. “Which would be great, you know.”
I furrowed my brow, feeling again like Dom wasn’t really sure he wanted to be with me. “But we were supposed to have the weekend together,” I replied, my voice wobbly.
“Michelle, this is their house,” he said pointedly, fixing me with a stare. “I can’t tell them not to come
“Oh,” I whimpered, unable to stay silent. Dom’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he covered the receiver with a hand, shooting me a glare. I winked at him and spread my legs further so I was doing a split on the bed. My fingers found my clit almost instantly and I could feel that it was already swollen and engorged. It felt so good that I moaned a little. Pleasure darted through my body as I gently rubbed little circles around my clit, using my other hand to tweak and pull at my stiff nipples.
“Stop,” Dom mouthed, uncovering the receiver. “Sorry, Mom. What was that?” His voice sounded irritated, but he couldn’t stop watching me, and I could see that his cock had again stiffened. He was so beautiful naked, I loved staring at the way his erection sprung free from his body. Thinking about him plunging his massive cock inside of me, again and again, sent shivers down my spine and I wiggled on the bed, using two fingers to softly stroke my clit. I was shuddering and gasping now, and I could think of nothing but the pleasure flooding my body. As Dom watched, I rubbed myself into a fast and heavy orgasm, panting and gasping.
“Okay, mom thanks. I love you too. See you soon.” Dom’s voice sounded a few octaves lower than normal as he hung up and tossed the iPhone across the room. I lay on the bed in a post-orgasm haze, sleepily waiting for him to join me. Instead, he stood there, frowning.
“What?” I asked, beginning to feel embarrassed and really exposed. My legs were sore from being spread so far away, and I pulled the covers over my naked body quickly, feeling ashamed.
“Nothing,” Domenic muttered, yanking a pair of sweatpants up his muscular, golden legs. “Did you have to do that, though? Something could have been wrong with Mom.”
“Sorry,” I replied, feeling stung. “I thought you liked it.”
“I did, Michelle,” he said. “I’m sorry. It just seems really weird now that our parents are involved, you know?” He sat down on the end of the bed, hunching over and scratching at his blonde mane. I felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment bubble up inside of me, completely ruining the euphoria from my orgasm.
“I get it,” I said flatly, covering my whole body with the sheet. I looked around on the floor for my clothes, and not seeing them, slipped off the bed and wrapped the sheet around me like a toga. Dom stood up and stretched, yawning. He didn’t look too perturbed by what had happened, and for some reason, that irritated me even more. He had apologized for hurting me and said he’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to me, so what was this crap?
“Michelle, don’t be like this, please. You know we’re in a weird situation,” he elaborated in a careful tone, trying to catch my gaze. His blue eyes were large and dilated, they looked completely sincere.
“Okay,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re right, sorry. It was disrespectful.”
“It was really sexy, though,” Dom teased. “It was so hard not to hang up and just take you right then and there.”
I grinned, feeling smug. “That was exactly the goal,” I admitted, raising my eyebrow at him. But his comment reminded me of the actual phone call in the first place, and I felt a trace amount of embarrassment coming back. “Uh, so what’s up with Sandy?”
“She and Archie are thinking about coming home this Friday instead of Monday,” Dom explained, lacing his fingers together and twining them around in his lap. “Which would be great, you know.”
I furrowed my brow, feeling again like Dom wasn’t really sure he wanted to be with me. “But we were supposed to have the weekend together,” I replied, my voice wobbly.
“Michelle, this is their house,” he said pointedly, fixing me with a stare. “I can’t tell them not to come
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