Chapter 3: Monday, Claire

Morning Quickie

I woke to the sound of the front door clicking open and the soft pad of running shoes on hardwood. My eyes opened just as Amy stepped into the bedroom, already tugging her tank top over her head. Her ponytail swung with the motion, and she kicked the door shut behind her with a decisive heel.

“Morning, Mike,” she said, voice low and rough with need. “Lauren told me to look after you, and I woke up aching for it. I need my fix before work.”

She shimmied out of her yoga pants in one quick motion, revealing the neat blonde strip between her thighs. No panties. Her small, firm breasts bounced free as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips. My cock lay thick and heavy against my stomach, already hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly, deliberately.

“God, I love how big you are,” she breathed, guiding the head to her entrance. “Phil could never fill me like this.”

She sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch. Her tight pussy stretched around me, gripping like a fist. A low moan escaped her as she bottomed out, hips rolling in slow circles.

“Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Stretch me. Use me.”

I gripped her narrow waist and thrust upward, driving deep. Amy’s hands braced on my chest as she rode me, ponytail whipping side to side. Wet sounds filled the room with every slap of skin. Her juices coated my shaft and balls, dripping down onto the sheets.

“Harder,” she begged, leaning forward so her small tits brushed my face. “Force it in. Make me take it all.”

I flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. My cock slammed into her soaked cunt again and again, the headboard knocking against the wall. Amy’s legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass.

“Creampie me,” she moaned, voice breaking. “Fill my pussy. I want your cum leaking out of me all day at work.”

Her walls fluttered and clenched as she came, a gush of wetness soaking my cock. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of fertile cum flooding her. Pulse after pulse pumped into her until it overflowed, running down her ass in white rivulets.

Amy lay there panting, cum still pulsing from her stretched hole. She scooped some onto her fingers and licked them clean, eyes half-lidded.

“Mmm, so good,” she murmured. “Tomorrow I want another load. Maybe I’ll bend over the kitchen counter again so you can fuck me from behind.”

She stood on shaky legs, pulling her clothes back on. A dark wet spot already formed on the crotch of her yoga pants as my cum leaked out. With a quick kiss on my cheek, she slipped out the door, leaving me spent and satisfied in the morning light.

Lunch Break

The phone rang just as I was stepping out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and answered on the third ring.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Betty said, her voice warm and familiar. “I was just thinking about you. How are you holding up today?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, still damp. “I’m okay, Mom. Just trying to keep busy.”

There was a pause on the other end. I could almost hear her thinking. “Mike, honey ... you don’t sound okay. You sound tense. I know that tone.”

I chuckled softly. “I’m fine, really.”

“No, you’re not,” she said gently. “Lauren made me promise to look after you, and that includes everything. Especially the things she knew you needed most. I have a lunch break coming up soon. Why don’t I come over?”

My heart fluttered at the suggestion. “You sure? I don’t want to interrupt your day.”

“Sweetheart, taking care of you is never an interruption,” she replied. “I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”

She hung up before I could respond. I dropped the towel and lay back, feeling a pleasant anticipation rise in my chest as I imagined her gentle smile and the softness of her presence.

Twenty minutes later, the front door opened. Betty let herself in and climbed the stairs. She appeared in the bedroom doorway wearing a simple blouse and skirt, her red hair pulled back loosely. Her eyes went straight to my bare form on the bed.

“Oh my,” she whispered, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Look at you, all ready for me.”

I stood and crossed to her, pulling her into my arms. We kissed slowly, deeply, my hands sliding down to rest gently on her hips through the fabric of her skirt. She pressed against me, feeling the steady beat of my heart against her belly.

“Let me help you with these,” I murmured, unbuttoning her blouse. I slid it off her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. I unhooked it and let it fall away, watching her soft shoulders relax. Her breath hitched as I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks with a tenderness that made her sigh.

“That feels so good, sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice soft with pleasure.

I knelt and hooked my fingers into her skirt and panties, sliding both down her thick thighs. She stepped out of them, now completely bare in the quiet intimacy of the room. I kissed my way up her soft stomach, then lower, parting her legs gently. My tongue found her folds, licking slowly, savoring the warm, sweet taste of her arousal.