Chapter 1

Awakening to the sunlight beaming through the window, I felt the weight of a warm body atop mine—my mother’s. The previous night’s events flooded my mind, bringing a wide smile to my face. All of my dreams had come true in one night. Mom agreed to be my wife and the mother of my children. I vowed to make her the happiest woman on earth, willfully doing whatever it took to keep her that way.

Her breasts heaved in slow and deep rhythms as she slept soundly. Carefully rolling her to the side of me, I slid out of bed and covered her. Mesmerized by her serene, beautiful face, I sat watching her sleep for a few moments, savoring the quiet contentment, before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. After filling and turning on the coffee machine, I sliced some fresh fruit, knowing Mom preferred it on weekdays. I would have loved to skip college, but I knew Mom would never allow it.

When I finished preparing her breakfast, I sat and quickly scarfed down a bowl of cereal, with the time running late. Dashing to my old bedroom, so I wouldn’t bother Mom, I freshened up and was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting at the table when I returned. Her warm smile brightened my mood as always.

Sipping her coffee, she asked, “Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?”

“Like a log, especially with your soft, warm body covering mine all night,” I replied, returning her smile. “I could get used to that.” Leaning over, I kissed her and asked, “Do you want me to skip college today, so we can continue where we left off?”

“That sounds wonderful, but we have our entire lives to enjoy each other. I don’t want you to jeopardize your future by not continuing your studies,” she explained gently. “And if I remember correctly, you swore last night that you’d do whatever I wanted,” she grinned, playfully tossing my words back at me.

“You’re right and I’ll study harder at school, knowing I’m coming home to my lovely wife every night,” I promised.

She smiled and replied, “Remember what I said about your professor. Not only do I want you to call her Jennifer but I want you to flirt with her. It’ll brighten her day, knowing you’re attracted to her.”

“What about your relationship with her? Will you continue seeing her?” I asked, truly concerned about harming her connection with her close friend.

“I’ll fabricate some excuses to hold off meeting with her until we can acquaint her with your marvelous prick,” she replied. “I want her to be good and horny when you plow her tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Mom!” I exclaimed. “You’re making me so horny, it’s going to be difficult seeing her without thinking about you and her together. We’re meeting this afternoon to discuss tomorrow’s interview. Hopefully, you’re right and she won’t be offended when I flirt with her.”

Mom’s mischievous grin was the only reply I needed from her. We kissed goodbye and I ran to my car, knowing I was running late. When I arrived on campus, I stuck to my plan and focused intently on my studies, aiming to eliminate the need for evening homework. In the afternoon, my anxiety heightened as my meeting with my professor drew closer.

I still couldn’t believe that Mom still wanted me to make love to other women, but she appeared to be adamant and I wouldn’t do anything to disappoint her. After Jennifer’s office manager informed me she was ready, I entered and sat opposite her as usual.

This time, I didn’t shy away from admiring her beauty. Her radiant smile lit up the room, exuding warmth. The delicate curve of her lips and the subtle sparkle in her beautiful, green eyes added a layer of enchantment. Every movement she made was graceful, and the nuances of her facial expressions—whether a raised eyebrow or a gentle laugh—captivated me completely. It was easy to see why every guy in school wanted to make love to her; she was the embodiment of both intelligence and allure.

Breaking me out of my trance, she raised her voice, saying, “Brett. Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry, Jennifer,” I replied, her eyebrows raising when I addressed her by her first name. “I was caught off-guard by your appearance this morning. Have you changed your hair? The style is perfect for your face, accenting your beautiful eyes and highlighting your radiant smile.”

I chuckled to myself, thinking, “Who talks like that?” I hoped Mom appreciated the lengths I was going to, to make her happy.

She blushed and replied, “Well, thank you, Brett. I didn’t think you were interested in my looks during our previous visits. That’s why I selected you in the first place, because the other students made a pass at me. I was looking for someone who’d be more interested in my research, rather than my company.”

Thinking she wasn’t as amicable to my forwardness as Mom had led me to believe, I apologized, “Sorry, Professor Brown. It won’t happen again. My full attention will be focused on your research from now on.”

She grinned and replied, “Please, we’ve been meeting long enough that I think of you as a friend. Continue calling me Jennifer when we’re alone, and I’ll always cherish a compliment from a fine young man, such as yourself, anytime.”

“Thanks, Jennifer,” I responded, thankful our tense situation had been defused. “What were you discussing while I was distracted by your beauty?”

Her sexy grin acknowledged my latest flirt before restating her conversation, “Your mother called and wished to do a follow-up with Mai. I guess she thought you two didn’t gather all the information from her. I agreed and when I told her I’d make contact, she said she’d already arranged it.”

Seizing on the opportunity, I grimaced the best I could and caught Jennifer’s attention.

“What’s wrong, Brett?” she asked, curiously. “Did something happen in that interview that upset you?”

After a moment of nervous fidgeting, I finally spoke up, my voice soft. “No, the interview went fine. The issue arose when you and I met the next day to discuss it. That evening, I described to Mom how I got carried away, and she was very upset with me, reminding me that you’re her close friend and I shouldn’t have embarrassed you with my inappropriate actions.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that. I didn’t intend to cause a riff between you two. Was it because of the language you used?” she asked, her face giving away her true question—whether I told Mom about Jennifer flashing me her tits.

“That was part of it, but mostly because I described to her how I stared at your breasts when you leaned over,” I replied, causing her to blush.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Did you tell her that it was just an accident and we got carried away?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.

“I did, and she calmed down a bit, admitting that once I got it out of my system, it probably wouldn’t happen again. But I might have added fuel to the fire when I told her I wouldn’t refrain from repeating my actions, if given the opportunity. They’re the finest looking breasts I’ve seen and given the opportunity again, I’d never be able to not look at them,” I described, my voice nervously shaking at the end, unknowing of what her reaction would be.

She leaned back causing her blouse to tighten, her pointy tips displaying her aroused state. She paused, reflecting on her answer, before responding, “It’s perfectly natural for a son to confide in his mother, so perhaps we should keep our meetings more professional—unless you have a better suggestion.” Her expression begged for me to help her out.

“There’s really no reason to describe everything you and I discuss privately. In the future, I’ll limit my conversation with her to a rough outline, leaving out anything that might upset her. The more comfortable you and I feel around each other, the better outcome for the research development.”

She smiled widely, replying, “I agree and am thrilled that we’ve leveled with each other.” Standing up and walking to my side of the desk, she stood near me, and asked, “I look forward to Wednesday’s meeting after your interview tomorrow. I still feel guilty for causing tension between you and your mother. Were you two able to patch things up in the end?”

“Fortunately, yes,” I stated. “No matter the argument, we always talk it out until we’re on good terms, always ending with a loving hug.”

Her eyes twinkled as her smile broadened. She extended her arms, inviting me for an embrace. I momentarily froze, hardly believing my eyes that my sexy professor wanted to hug me—a lowly student.

Breaking me out of my trance, she justified her actions by explaining, “Hugging is a family gesture that strengthens bonds. Your mother is a close friend of mine, which kind of makes me part of your extended family. So, a hug isn’t that uncommon. Let’s do it to seal the deal we agreed upon today.”

Afraid she might change her mind, I quickly wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closely. As our heads came to rest side-by-side, I inhaled her natural scent for the first time. The warmth of her body, combined with her subtle fragrance, sent a shiver through me. When I thought about Mom and her, nude and locked together, my prick hardened.

When I pulled her closer until her erect nipples drilled into my chest, her chest heaved, making me even harder. Taking a chance, I lowered my hands and gently pulled her until my hard cock pressed into her stomach. Her only reaction was a sigh of hot breath across my neck. All too soon, she stepped away from me, her face beet-red, probably from realizing she had gone way out of bounds with a student. “See you in class tomorrow morning. Good luck!” she remarked, leading me to the door.

My studying slowed to a snail’s pace the rest of the afternoon, as I thought about Jennifer’s flirty attitude during our meeting. I recalled Mom’s confident grin when we parted that morning—she knew exactly how it’d turn out. They were lovers, so it would explain how they’d know each other so well.

When I described my conversation with Jennifer to Mom that evening, she smiled and congratulated me, saying, “Great job. I told you everything would be okay. Just leave it to me.”

“I was caught off guard when she told me you arranged another interview with Mai for tomorrow. What’s that about?” I asked, curious as to what she had planned.

“It’s a surprise, and I’m sure you’ll love it,” she replied with a playful grin. “Just trust me and follow my lead. That’s all I can say for now.”

“I can’t wait to see what you have planned. Maybe we can practice a little tonight for tomorrow’s performance,” I said, hugging her and pecking her on the lips.

“I’d love to, but I want you good and horny tomorrow. Don’t worry, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she pleaded, her adorable face pouting with sincerity.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Let’s watch some TV and hit the sack early so I’m refreshed for the long day tomorrow,” I suggested.

When I picked up Mom on Tuesday, she related her conversation with Jennifer over lunch. She chuckled as she told me how Jennifer skirted around the pact we made, stating only a few points we discussed about the project. When we arrived at Mai’s house, the sexy grandmother led us to the couch as before to sip on some of her delicious tea. Mom and she chit-chatted for a bit until we had finished.

“Is Beam in her bedroom, per our plan?” Mom asked Mai.

“Yes,” she answered. “I lied to her that David would be arriving home in a few minutes for another attempt at impregnating her. She doesn’t know that I instructed him to spend a few hours at the movies.”

“Good,” Mom replied. “Let’s head to your bedroom, and I’ll lay out my plan to bring you and David back together.”

Mai led us down the hall and into the first bedroom. After closing the door, she sighed and thanked Mom, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I couldn’t believe it when you contacted me and informed me that you have a solution to my problem. What exactly do you plan on doing?”

Mom turned to me and unbuttoned my shirt, explaining, “First we have to strip Brett and have him lie on the bed for me to illustrate.”

Without questioning Mom’s intentions, Mai dropped to the floor and removed my shoes and socks.

“Was Mom going to demonstrate a different position David could use to impregnate his mother?” I asked myself while they tore off the remainder of my clothes. When Mai pulled down my shorts and my semi-hard prick flopped out, she gasped, stating, “You’re right. He’s much bigger than David.”

While I lay prone and nude on the bed, Mom straddled my legs and began to stroke my cock until it was fully hardened. “See how long and thick it is,” Mom bragged, her small hand slowly stroking up and down my length. “Check out the size of his balls,” she bleated, rolling my nuts with one hand while continuing to pump my cock.

Mai’s gaze remained transfixed on my pole, her tongue running across her lips, wetting them.

“Watch this,” Mom croaked, inching forward until her skirt covered my groin. Raising her hips, her hands snuck underneath and guided my prick to her hairy, hot hole. She had planned this in advance, so I wasn’t surprised she hadn’t worn panties. She grunted and squirmed until her walls expanded enough to accept my cock. While her pussy lubricated my shaft with her juices, she rose and fell, fucking herself on my pole.

Leaning forward, she instructed, “Mai, pull my skirt up and watch how deep his prick sinks into my pussy. His long cock can reach my cervix. When he cums, his abundant supply of semen floods my pussy, filling my womb with his sperm. If Beam is ovulating, I can almost guarantee she’ll be impregnated with one dose.”

My hips flexed with the realization that Mom wanted me to fuck the sexy young Asian mother. Mom ordered, “Lie still, Brett. We don’t want you blowing your load.”

Mai’s hands held Mom’s skirt up as she peered underneath, watching my cock slide in and out of my mother’s horny pussy. Mom quickened her pace and whispered, “Pinch my nipples, Brett. I want to cum on your prick.”

Gripping her blouse fabric, I squeezed her engorged nubs and twisted them as her hips went into overdrive. After five minutes of madly humping, her pussy collapsed on my prick, coating it with her cum. When she ceased contracting, she rose and pulled her dripping pussy off my cock. Standing to the side, she held my shiny cock upright and asked, “What do you think, Mai? Don’t you think this would be a better tool to impregnate your daughter?”

Mai’s eyes never left my prick as she stuttered, “I guess so. It looks so long and thick. Do you think it’ll hurt her?”

“She’s built like you. Why don’t you try him out and see for yourself? If you think he might harm her, we can try something else,” Mom suggested.

Mai’s eyes lit up, her cute face filling with lustful pleasure. “Really?” she asked, as she stood and unzipped her sundress. “You wouldn’t mind?” Without waiting for an answer, she tossed her dress to the floor revealing her small, nude body. Her breasts were half the size of Mom’s and her black bush had several streaks of gray mixed in it, but her legs were marvelously toned, similar to a young woman’s.

She crawled on top of me and positioned her hairy pussy above my cock, held upright with Mom’s hand. Her tiny hands gripped my sides as her breathing rapidly increased as if she were ready to jump into an ice-cold pool. When her pussy lips touched my tip, Mom’s hand rose and ran my bloated head through Mai’s oily groove.

Mai groaned as Mom continued to ensure Mai’s pussy was ready to accept my ram. Impatient, Mai didn’t wait any further, dropping her body until my prick sunk into her several inches. “Oh!” she screamed. “That is way better than I expected. You can let go now. I’m going to swallow his entire length, if it kills me.”

Mom chuckled and promised, “It won’t kill you but you’ll feel like you’re in heaven. Fuck my son and enjoy his prick, as much as I do.”

Mai’s pussy yielded quickly, relaxing and soaking my shaft with her juices. She descended lower with each stroke until her puffy outer lips surrounded my cockroot. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “His entire prick is stuffed into my pussy. I’ve never felt so full. It’s unbelievable.”

She rode me faster, her small tits bouncing up and down while her hairy mound smashed against mine each time. Reaching up, I squeezed her tits and teased her nipples with my thumbs. She chanted a string of Asian words as she fucked me harder. Mom stood and quietly traipsed to the door. Leaving it open, she disappeared down the hall and a few minutes later, I saw Beam enter with Mom behind her, gently guiding her closer to the bed.

She was a younger version of Mai, her cute face and shapely body matching her mother’s. Her thin nightie did little to conceal her nude body. Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and anger, as she screamed, “Mom! What are you doing? Who is that man?”

Mai tried to respond but only gurgled as her orgasm commenced. Mom wrapped her arm around Beam, keeping her near us, and explained, “I’m Aria and this is my son Brett. We’re the ones who interviewed your mother concerning her relationship with your son. She did mention it to you, didn’t she?”

“Yes,” she stammered, watching her mother in the throes of an orgasm with a stranger. “She didn’t tell me that you’d be doing some kind of swinging with her, though.”

“It was my idea,” Mom explained. “She misses her time with your son and I thought I could help. She told us you’re looking for a man to impregnate you and before we proposed an offer to you, she wanted to ensure he wouldn’t hurt you in the process.”

Mai’s pussy contracted around my prick and even though I remained motionless, I had to think of other subjects to not blow my load prematurely as Mai’s tight pussy squeezed and tried to convince my cannon to explode. When her body relaxed, she rose off, causing my coated cock to thump loudly on my stomach.

Beam gasped, her arms folded underneath her breasts pressing upward. She gazed at my cock, soaked from two pussies cumming on it, and raspily said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I was so wrapped up in my desire to conceive a child, that I ignored your needs completely. I shouldn’t have taken David away from you so quickly. Can you forgive me?”

Mai smiled and replied, “I know you didn’t mean it, but let’s not allow an opportunity like this to slip through our fingers. Jump onboard and take him for a ride. I know you’ll love it as much as I did.”

As she crawled on top of me, Mom grabbed her nightie and pulled it off her, revealing her petite and beautiful body. Her black-haired pussy had no gray in it and her skin was unbelievably toned and smooth. My cock jerked at the thought of fucking the cute Asian doll.

She didn’t need or ask for help from Mom, as she positioned herself and used her hand to guide my prick into her soaked slot. She was turned on from watching her mother and although her pussy was tighter than Mai’s or Mom’s, she grunted, squirmed, and twisted her hips, swallowing my prick, inch by inch. It felt like I was ripping her apart but she didn’t pause to allow her body to adjust, anxious to engulf my prick in its entirety.

When I felt her soft ass crush my balls, she exclaimed, “Fuck! You’re right, Mom. His prick is wonderful. There’s no chance of him slipping out and shooting his sperm into the air.”

Her pussy throbbed and quivered as if she were already in the throes of an orgasm as she bounced on top of my body. Her younger, more vibrant body wildly thrashed on top of mine and I found it increasingly difficult to refrain from blowing my load. I had to take my eyes off her bliss-filled face and beautiful body to stare at the ceiling. Glancing at Mom, I saw her shaking her head, signaling me to hold off.

Mom crouched behind Beam, recognized my state of excitement, reached around, and twisted Beam’s rock-hard nipples, sending her into an explosive orgasm. Her channel clamped onto my prick and coated it with yet another layer of pussy juice. As her constrictions eased off, I sighed with relief, knowing I had managed to retain my hardon without erupting.

Beam leaned down, kissed me, and croaked, “Thank you for the wonderful fuck. I’d be grateful if you’d be the father of my child.”

Mom stepped to the side and said, “We can do that, but there’s still the problem with your demands that David save himself for you.”

“That won’t be a problem,” she quickly retorted. Looking at her mother, she promised, “Mom, I won’t interfere with David and you any longer. If Brett can’t impregnate me, I may ask David to try again, but only if you allow it.”

Mia hugged her daughter, and with tears in her eyes responded, “Thank you so much, Beam. We’ll share David from now on and raise your child together as one big happy family.” Turning to Mom, Mia asked, “Please Aria, would you allow your son to breed my daughter?”

“Of course,” Mom replied, her broad smile showing the pleasure from the outcome. When Beam positioned herself over me, Mom gripped her waist and ordered, “Not that way, Beam. There’s a better position to ensure success.”

After she pulled her off me, my prick throbbed with excitement knowing what Mom had in mind. After Mom positioned Beam, face up, onto the bed, I bent and pushed Beam’s shapely legs upward, until they snuggled against the sides of her chest. Her eyes twinkled with lust as she recognized what I was about to do. Seating my cock into the entrance of her gripping, wet pussy, I leaned forward, slowly sliding into her depths.

She groaned, feeling my prick fill her once again. When most of my prick was enveloped by her tight, soft pussy, I stopped and fucked her the way Mom had told me to do in this position, avoiding slamming her cervix. Resting my weight on her, I grabbed her small breasts and mauled them, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. It sent jolts of pleasure through her body as I increased my pace. Her walls quivered as before, but after experiencing her orgasm, I knew she wasn’t climaxing—it was only her pussy enjoying the friction of a hard cock.

Her deep brown eyes reminded me of Mom’s. I flexed my hips, remembering how it felt to fuck Mom in the same position. Her bucking increased as her strong body lifted us off the bed as I plowed into her. She was a wild fuck and I wondered how many times David had been thrown off and ejaculated outside of her pussy. She grunted, screaming the same Asian phrases her mother had while her pussy spasmed and clenched my prick. I thrust through her convulsions and after a few of her strong contractions crushed my cock, I kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers. I tensed my ass cheeks and drove down until my fat head smashed against her cervix.

Her eyes widened as another, stronger orgasm overcame her. On the third collision, my prick exploded, sending a long stream of sperm-laden cum directly onto her cervix. She huffed in my mouth as my cock pulsed and jerked wildly in her clasping cunt. Her body never quit bouncing, even when the last drop had been deposited in her quivering quim. Her pussy milked my spent cock, extracting every precious drop as our kissing became less frantic, enjoying the post-coital bliss of our union.

When her body relaxed and she slumped to the mattress, she whispered, “Jesus, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had. Thank you so much.”

Embarrassed to admit she was also a great fuck, with Mom near me, I replied, “It was good for me, too. You’re a stunningly sexy woman. I hope we’re successful in giving you a child.”

“That was a beautiful sight to behold,” Mom interjected, helping me off the mother’s spent body. Beam’s pussy hair lay matted down from a mixture of our juices and a blob of pearly-white cum slowly rolled down her crack. It was an erotic sight and even though I’d just cum, I felt a slight twinge.

Mom held my arm and led me out to the living room, where Mia had taken my clothes. While I dressed, Mom and Mia chatted about future visits if needed. When dressed, we hugged each other and left without saying goodbye to Beam, who remained flat on her back, unwilling to take the risk of losing any more valuable sperm.

On the ride home, Mom brought up what was on my mind. “I know she’s very pretty and was a fantastic fuck. You don’t have to hide it from me. It was sex, not love. Don’t be embarrassed that it turned you on.”

“I know, Mom. I can’t help but feel guilty. It’s true though, our love is much stronger,” I admitted.

After a shower, Mom and I ate a nice meal and discussed my meeting with Jennifer the next day. After she divulged her plan, I asked, “Are you serious, Mom? I’m going to get expelled for sure. She’s too smart to believe any of that.”

“Did we fail last time?” she asked, rhetorically before giggling. “Don’t worry. I’m texting her tonight and will set it up. Just follow my instructions.”

Later that night, Mom convinced me to repeat my Beam performance with her. It turned out she was right, our love made the experience much more fulfilling and I felt better knowing that fucking Mom was still the best.

Approaching Jennifer’s office on Wednesday, I asked her secretary, “Is Professor Brown available for our meeting?” She smirked, giving me the impression she knew more than she should, and stated, “Go right in. Jennifer has been anxiously asking about you for the last fifteen minutes.”

Once inside, with the door closed, I sat in my usual chair opposite her with her desk between us. After a few minutes of chatting, she stated, “Your mother told me that the interview went well, but you seemed concerned about parts of it. When she asked you about it, she stated that you couldn’t explain how you felt. Please describe the scene that bothered you.”

“Sure. Believe it or not, I feel more comfortable talking to you than my mother,” I replied. She smiled broadly, leaning forward a little, showing me the valley between her breasts. I hadn’t noticed before but the top two buttons were already undone. Reminding myself of the story Mom had spun for the meeting, I began, “As you know, Mia made a deal with her daughter to have another man impregnate her so her grandson and her could continue their relationship.”

“Yes,” Jennifer replied hastily, “Go on. Your report stated that your mother and you witnessed the act of the man and Beam joining together, but it doesn’t include many details. Did something happen that seemed off to you?”

As Mom had instructed me, I fidgeted nervously, began to speak, and then stopped as if I couldn’t spit it out.

Jennifer, becoming impatient, leaned over further, allowing her blouse to droop down, providing me with a view of her great tits. “You can tell me, Brett,” she whispered, her eyes watching mine as they locked onto her breasts.

“She was on all fours while the man was behind her. We were in front of her and could only see her hanging breasts and her face. It was obvious she was enjoying it when the man shoved his pen...”

I hesitated and Jennifer in a raspy voice corrected me, “Cock. He shoved his cock into her pussy. Don’t be shy about the language you use with me.” Her nipples swelled with blood, causing my prick to do the same.

“Okay. Yeah, he sunk his cock into her and by the look on her face, it must have been bigger and thicker than her son’s, judging from her wide smile. They fucked like that for ten minutes, both of them grunting and panting. The flesh of their bodies slapping together was almost as loud as their groans. Mom’s hand squeezed mine while we watched Beam get a fucking she probably hadn’t experienced for a long time.”

Jennifer leaned closer, until her face was within inches of mine, her hot breath washing my face. “Then what happened?” she asked, her voice barely over a whisper.

“That’s when he did something that I’m unclear about. I couldn’t tell if she liked it or hated it but Mom’s hand squeezed mine really hard. It’s hard to describe what he did,” I stuttered, pausing.

“If you can’t tell me, can you show me what he did?” she asked. “With our clothes on, of course, and without duplicating the actual act of fucking,” she added, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“I think that might work,” I replied. Looking over to a plush rug in front of her stuffed couch, I suggested, “We could move over there and re-enact it.”

To my surprise, she quickly rose, moved to the rug, and positioned herself. Moving behind her, I inched closer until my groin bumped against her soft ass. Holding her waist, I mimicked fucking her, saying, “This is how they started, before his hands moved upward.”

“Okay,” Jennifer blurted while I continued to bump into her. Her breathing was short and quick as my hands glided up her sides on the outside of her blouse.

When I felt the sides of her breasts, I said, “Here’s what he did next.” Reaching inside her unbuttoned blouse, I cupped her breasts and squeezed them.

She shrieked, “Oh! If that’s it, then we can stop. I can tell you right now that it’s not painful.”

“No,” I replied. “His fingertips encircled her nipples, like this.” Gripping each of her erect nubs between my thumbs and forefingers, I twisted and teased her sensitive tits until she couldn’t hold back her groans. I pushed my groin into her, pressing my hard cock into her ass.