Birthday Pool Party Ch. 42

"Yes!" I hiss, squirming in anticipation. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like you own me!"

Nodding rapidly, Steven shuffles up behind me, his hand wrapped around his hard cock. I turn to face the bathroom wall as I feel his tip press against my labia. As Steven thrusts forward, I push my ass backward, allowing the first few inches to enter my love tunnel.

"Fuck!" Steven groans as he feels my tightness.

"Deeper!" I beg loudly, wanting to take all of him. I want, no, I need every last inch.

Gripping my narrow waist in his large hands, Steven slams his entire length into me. My fingers clench desperately at the wall as I brace myself, completely overwhelmed by feeling completely stuffed with cock. His balls rest against my clit as he takes a moment to enjoy having his manhood encased in warm, vaginal flesh.

"Holy shit, you're tight!" he gasps in a manly voice.

Then, he's fucking me. He's fucking me hard and fast. It takes me less than thirty seconds to throw back my head and cum on his big dick. Then I'm begging him to spank me and pull my hair. He complies immediately, slapping my ass before grabbing a fistful of dark hair and fucking me with a steady rhythm.

"I need more!" I announce a minute later, not even bothering to be quiet. "Grab my titties! Pinch my nipples!"

Releasing my hair, Steven slides his hands up my shirt, pushing the red fabric up my body. And exposing my flat stomach Then his hands are sliding up my bra, and my eyes roll back in my head when I feel him grab both of my boobs in his strong grip.

"I love your tits." he comments while squeezing my breasts.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I beg, my ass pushing back to meet each thrust. "Use me! You're gonna make me cum again!"

Holding onto my boobs, Steven slams his entire length into me again and again and again. I orgasm three times in rapid succession, my vision actually fading as I nearly pass out from overwhelming pleasure. It's the dirtiest, hottest sex. I love it!

"Where do you want me to cum?" Steven asks, his voice strained.

"In my mouth!" I moan loudly, my sweaty hair clinging to my face as I struggle to keep myself braced against the wall. "I wanna taste you! I wanna swallow your cum!"

"Okay. Okay!" he agrees.

He thrusts into me another dozen times or so before pulling out. As his hands release my breasts and exit my shirt, I don't need to be told what to do. Spinning around, I drop to my knees and don't hesitate to shove his cock into my willing mouth.

I keep one hand on his hip as the other slides up his shirt to clench at his abs. Looking up at him, I bob my head rapidly, my tongue lapping up my own pussy juice as his cock throbs. His hands are back in my hair, encouraging my motions.

Steven starts breathing faster, taking short breaths as his erection throbs. I can feel his stomach tense against my clenching fingers, and I know that his release is imminent. My cheeks cave in as I suck as hard as I can while making the sexiest moaning and gagging noises.

"MM! MM! MM!" I groan as I feel saliva bubbling at the corners of my mouth.

"Marcia!" he warns, his fingers twisting in my hair.

I think I have a tiny orgasm when the first rope of cum hits the back of my throat. My head continues to bob as the next blast catches the roof of my mouth. Then a third shot spills across my tongue, allowing me to fully enjoy the taste of hot semen.

When the last few drops leak out onto my tongue, I slowly pull off of his cock, being careful not to spill a drop. Tilting my head back and opening my mouth, I show Steven his load. Feeling especially kinky, I keep my eyes on him as I lift a hand to my mouth and grab some of the sticky fluid between my fingers. Lifting his cum, I let it drip off my fingers and back into my mouth. Only then do I close my mouth and swallow.

"I love swallowing your cum." I purr sexily. "It makes me so fucking wet!"

"That was amazing." he gasps between breaths, obviously as overwhelmed as I am.

Steven and I stare at each other for several seconds, me on my knees as he looks down at me. We both start laughing softly, then I stand up and hug him tightly. Sadly, we can't stay here forever, so we fix our clothes and leave the family restroom.

I blush and avert my eyes, when I realize a few people figured out about the bathroom hook up. Fortunately, it's no one I know. Steven just takes my hand and leads me through the food court until we find my mother sitting at a table and playing on her phone.

"Did you two kids have fun?" Mom asks with a raised brow.

"Hey! I'm not much younger than you." Steven points out.

"Don't remind me." Mom sighs.

"Right, sorry." he winces, his hand holding onto the large shopping bag from the mall department store.

"It's fine, we both have to accept our kids are adults now, don't we?" she replies, putting her phone away as she stands up.

"Yeah, it isn't easy." Steven chuckles lightly. "I can't believe my baby girl is going to college."

"I know, it's crazy." Mom shakes her head. "Feels like just yesterday we were changing diapers, doesn't it?"

"It does." he smiles, nodding in agreement.

The three of us talk for a few more minutes, but we soon acknowledge that we need to get going. Saying goodbye to Steven, I make one last attempt to see inside his shopping bag, since I know there's something from another store hidden in there, but he expertly deflects me. Then Mom and I get in her car so we can head back to the house.

"How was it?" Mom asks me as she pulls out onto the street.

"How much detail do you want?" I wonder, looking at her carefully.

"I'm not s- you know what? Fuck it. We're both grown women." she responds, making her decision. "Details!"

"I was so damn horny." I begin with a blush. "I got on my knees and sucked his big dick. Then I bent over and demanded he fuck me. I came so many times. He asked where I wanted him to cum, and I begged to swallow it, which I did."

"Wow." Mom gasps before falling silent.

I'm afraid that I'm making her uncomfortable again, so I look at her to try and figure out what she's thinking. There's clearly some discomfort on her face, but that quickly fades. When she starts breathing heavily, I realize she's fantasizing about sex. Big time!

"Horny?" I suggest with a smirk.

"You have no idea." she replies.

"I do, actually." I giggle.

"Do NOT tell your father why he's getting so lucky tonight." Mom states firmly. "Holy shit, Steven can kiss! And he only had his lips on my neck for a second. I'm gonna need to change panties when we get home, these are soaked."

"He definitely does know how to use his tongue." I agree as I think about his tongue on my clit.

"Mm, your father is doing that tonight, that's for sure!" she presses her lips together and nods.

We soon fall silent, both lost in our own thoughts. I love how close Mom and I are now. She still struggles with accepting my sexuality sometimes, but she is clearly able to fight through it. I mean, she is okay with me getting fucked while she waits in the food court. Her discomfort will take awhile to completely fade, but we are definitely becoming friends now that I'm an adult and don't need as much parenting.

"Does Dad know about Steven and I?" I ask as we get closer to home.

"I don't know." Mom answers slowly. "He and I had a few long talks about you. I told him about you and I agreeing to be open and honest with each other, and he reluctantly agreed to stay out of things. He made it clear that he respects that you are an adult, but he does not want any details."

"Sounds like he's convinced himself that he can pretend I'm a virgin as long as he doesn't know for sure." I observe.

"Yes, I agree." she nods. "Obviously he knows about Lexi and Hazel. You remember Prom as well as I do."

"Yeah, Hazel loudly announcing she was pregnant probably scared him." I wince.

"It scared us both." Mom admits. "Kids are great when you're ready for them, but it's more than just being emotionally mature enough, you need to be financially stable. You aren't."

"I know, Mom." I insist. "I take my pill every day."

"Good." she smiles softly. "I know Steven can afford to take care of kids, but I don't want to see you dependent on him."

"I don't want that either. I want a career of my own." I remind my mother. "Oh, and I got Kwan's number, by the way."

"Are you gonna see him again?" Mom probes gently.

"No clue."I shrug. "I'll respond to his texts and see where things go."

"One day at a time." she responds, saying it for herself as much as me.

Mom parks the car in the driveway and we both walk inside. Dad waves from his spot on the armchair, looking like he's been in the same position for a couple hours. He doesn't even notice we're wearing each others shirts, which is probably for the best.

I follow Mom into the master bedroom so we can exchange shirts. Then I go to my own room so she can finish packing. I take the anniversary card out of my purse and go to the living room to wait until both of my parents are here.

"Ready to go?" Dad asks.

"Just about." Mom nods, dropping her suitcase in the living room. "Where's your suitcase?"

"My overnight bag is in my car already." he answers.

"Before you guys go, I got you a card." I say, holding it out. "Happy anniversary!"

"Oh, thank you, Honey!" Mom smiles, taking the card and going to sit in Dad's lap to open it.

"You didn't have to spend your money on lottery scratchers!" Dad insists when they open the card. "They're just a waste of money."

"I save up the allowance you give me." I shrug. "Besides, Mom likes scratching them."

"Two for each of us, Babe?" Mom offers.

"Sure, just let me put your suitcase in the car first." Dad answers.

Mom gets out of his lap so he can stand up and grab her suitcase. As Dad walks out the front door with the suitcase, Mom sits on the couch with the tickets and a coin. She scratches two tickets on the coffee table, grimacing after each one.

"Losers. Both of them." Mom sighs. "Oh well, I'll let your father scratch the others."

Pulling out my phone, I text the Sluts, letting them know about my hook up with Steven. Ashley is jealous, while Kayla, Lexi, and Hazel all acknowledge that they'll be taking him for a ride soon enough. I just giggle and shake my head as Dad returns.

"You lost?" he asks with a smirk. "Shocking."

"If you hate these things so much, I can scratch both of yours!" Mom teases, sticking out her tongue.

"You can scratch one of them." Dad smiles, walking over to the couch to kiss the top of Mom's head.

"Thanks!" she grins.

They sit side-by-side on the couch and each scratch a ticket while I browse social media on my phone. A few classmates are posting about how nice of a day it is, and that they are upset they have to study for finals. I agree completely!

"Another loser." Mom pouts, tossing the ticket away. "Anyway, Marcia, we left you some extra cash on the table in case you want to go out or order food."

"Thanks, Mom." I reply with a smile.

"Oh, and I know you'll be studying most of the weekend, but try and get some sun." she adds. "Poring over books all weekend is great, but you need fresh air, too."

"I know." I say. "I don't have any plans right now, but I'll find something to do at some point."

"Okay, we both love you, and we'll text you when we get to the hotel." Mom smiles. "You ready, Seth? Seth?"

Mom and I both turn to look at Dad. He's sitting on the couch, holding the last ticket in his hands and staring at it with a completely blank expression on his face. Mom clears her throat, but he doesn't respond at all, not a sound, not a single movement.

"Dad, you okay?" I call out softly as he turns his head away from the ticket to look at me. "Dad?"

"We won a million dollars." Dad replies in an emotionless voice.