Page 9 of Holding Avery


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I try to roll her over so I can take a better look at her face, if I can see her eyes, I think I can be sure of what she’s thinking and feeling, or at least have more information. But when I shift her, I just end up slipping further in. And my control disappears in a matter of seconds as my dick hits the barrier locked deep inside of her.

It’s not just the fact that my cock is nestled right up against her fucking innocence but also that her shirt has ridden up leaving both her breasts free for me to take in.

“M…Murphy.” It comes out in a cute-as-fuck mewl that goes straight to my dick. I look down at her lying half under me. Her eyes are closed tight, and her body has become even more tense, so tense I’m afraid she might break.

It takes me a lot longer than Avery to realize someone is coming in, walking through the house looking for the two of us. “Murphy, darling, are you home? Murphy?”

The look in Avery’s eyes lets me know she can tell exactly who it is. My mother!

“Oh my God! Oh my God, Murphy! Oh my God!” Avery is so flustered about Mom coming in her hand comes up to grab onto me, her other hand still cuffed.

“Murphy?”

Both of us try to move which only makes me move even further inside of her. My dick breaks through her thin little barrier like it was made of tissue. She gasps as my body starts to take over and I seat myself all the way inside of her.

I could live to be one hundred and the feeling of Avery’s pussy accepting me all the way to my balls will stay with me forever. Being wrapped in soft, tight Avie is better than any dream I have ever had of her. And causes me to cum so fucking much. The look in her eyes tells me she can tell what I’ve done too.

“Murphy.” She bears down on me, squeezing my dick even tighter.

I open my mouth to tell her she’s got to stop if she wants me to stop cumming inside of her when she arches her back off the bed and lets out a small, quiet moan. She starts cumming while meeting my gaze directly. Keeping that eye contact I can feel her pussy tighten and pulse around me, milking my cock.

“Holy shit, Avie.” I groan out her name and fill her full again. My hips start rocking instinctually as her body goes through another orgasm, this one is stronger as she grips my dick to the point I have to stop moving or hurt both of us.

My mom’s voice echoes down the hall coming closer and closer, “Murphy, did you find her? Murphy? You aren’t doing something stupid again are you?’

I reach down and grab a blanket while keeping my dick buried in Avery and throw it over the top of us while pulling her to me so I can cover her tits with my hands.

“Murphy?!”

All three of us gasp as Mom comes in and takes in the two of us lying in bed, my clothes scattered on the floor, and Avery still handcuffed to the fucking bed. Did I do something stupid? Probably but I don’t plan to stop any time soon.

“Oh…my goodness. Hello Avery, honey. Have you been well?”

“Mom!” I remind her this isn’t a social visit as I see her eyes catch on the glint from the cuffs.

“Oh right, dear. I’ll just let the two of you get back to…um, doing what you are doing. We have missed you, sweetheart.”

I wait till the door is closed all the way before I take my eyes off it and turn them to Avery. And she melts into me.

“Oh my God! Murphy, your mom…I…we…I can’t believe your mom came in and we were…oh my fucking God!”

“Calm down, Avery.” She’s working herself up so much she’s going to make herself sick.

“Do you think she knew? What happened?” She asks in a soft whisper like Mom still might be somewhere close by.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” She narrows her eyes at me and flushes pink like I should know what she’s talking about. And I do, but I want to hear it from her.

“Do you think she could tell me and you were…we, um…”

“Had sex?” She blanches at my words and drops her eyes so I can’t look into her dark orbs any longer. I don’t like not being able to stare into her eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure mom could tell.”

She looks horrified. Her and mom are close so I can understand why she’s embarrassed. I’m not. If I wasn't sure Mom and Avery wouldn’t kick my ass repeatedly, I’d be running through the building telling anyone who would listen.

“What are we going to do?”

“Well, first we’re going to focus on the problem at hand, baby.”

Finally, her eyes come back to mine, her brows creasing as she tries to figure out what I might mean. “Problem at hand?”

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