You're My Chair

"I'm close," I whisper.

Salva says nothing.

The comedian drops a joke that isn't very funny, so Salva can't fuck me, and then tragically the show cuts to commercial. My heart drops as so near a prospect of release goes up in smoke. I was so close. . . But this is a loud shampoo commercial, and Salva riskily continues her writhing as mother looks on at the TV. The background music blares. I feel the orgasm mount as my shaft, rigid and primed, preps to explode inside of her pussy.

Mother turns and looks straight at us. Salva freezes. I too am frozen, and in more than one way. Salva has brought me to the very brink of coming. I stand on the precipice, and all that is needed is the faintest prod for me to topple. The faintest squeeze of Salva's canal for me to squirt my load inside her.

"Elden," Mother says. "Did you do the laundry today like you were supposed?"

You fucking bitch. I love you, but why now? Why ask me that now?

Mad Salva tenses her pussy not once, but seven times in rapid succession. I plunge off the cliff.

My face screws up as I try to contain, to mask the overwhelming ecstasy of coming as Mother stares right at me. She expects an answer, but how can I speak now? How can I speak when I feel the warm jets of semen erupt inside of this little vixen sitting on my lap? Feel my cock explode again and again inside her?

I gasp as if too speak, when—

"Don't look so concerned," Mother says. "I don't care that much."

She turns away from me back to the TV, and laughs raucously at the comedian. So do I.

~~~~~~~~~~

That was the first time I fucked Salva.