“T-TAH…”
“LEE,” she chuckles while gazing at my lips.
“LLLE.. LEE.
“AH,” she grins, kissing my lips briefly.
“A-AH,” I exclaim, fatigued from the exertion.
She merely smiles before resuming her position on her knees in front of me and brushing her hair to one side. I recoil as I sense her warm tongue glide across the opening of my skull, while Ricky chuckles at my response. My fists clutch the bed sheets, my mouth agape as she envelops my tip with her lips. I observe her fully engage with me, my body inundated with joy at each stroke of her tongue.
“Fff-fu…” I stammer, the waves of ecstasy rendering my speech incoherent as my tip makes contact with the back of her throat.
Ricky inhales sharply, heightening the sensation, and after a few thrusts, I experience a climax. Ricky consumes the ejaculate running down her throat, intensifying her suction to extract every last drop, yet the viscous fluid still cascades down her chin, spilling onto my p***s. She manages the spilling adeptly, distributing the fluid along my shaft and caressing the tip with her tongue.
“I desire your presence within me,” she moans, hastily discarding her panties.
Instinct prevails as I remove my shorts and boxers, my arousal intensifying at the sight of her n**e form. She swiftly positions herself over me, aligning with my erection when the door suddenly swings open, revealing young Bray, who is rubbing his weary eyes and yawning.
“Mother, what are you engaged in?” “
Ricky’s Perspective
My heart sinks to the depths of my stomach upon hearing Bray’s voice.
“Mother, what are you engaged in?” He yawns wearily while rubbing his eyes.
In a state of fear, Jadi seizes the edge of the cover and swings his arm to conceal our exposed bodies, inadvertently striking my arm and causing me to fall off the bed.
“Oof,” I exclaim as my body collides with the floor, producing a resounding thud.
Embarrassed, Jadi hastily rises to his feet, but I compel him to sit back down on the edge of the bed, facing away from Bray.
“Cease your movement,” I whisper, Jadi reddening intensely as he inclines his head in agreement.
I seize his shirt from the floor and toss it over my head.
“Bray, remain in the hallway,” I instruct from behind Jadi, adjusting my shirt and searching for my shorts.
“However, mother.” I wish to remain with you.
I exert much effort to suppress a groan as Jadi covers his erection with the sheets. I successfully locate my shirt and clean the semen dripping down my inner thighs before finding my shorts and putting them on while remaining crouched behind Jadi. After dressing, I hasten to the bathroom to cleanse my hands and rinse my mouth.
“Let us proceed, Bray,” I exhale, exiting the bathroom. “I will manage this,” I assert over my shoulder while guiding Bray out of the room. After he enters the hall, I reinsert my head into the room. “Remain here,” I instruct Jadi, my gaze briefly surveying the tent steadfast behind its coverings. “Engage in self-pleasure if you require solace,” I murmur with a grin, Jadi flushing a profound crimson. “I shall return to complete our undertaking.”
I shut the door entirely, departing from my flushed companion.
“Mother, what were you engaged in with Jadi?” “He enquires, embracing his wolf tightly against his chest.” “What was the reason for your nudity?” ”
I elevate him into my arms and transport him to his room, contemplating potential solutions. “We were… We were engaging in a game of horsey, Bray,” I chuckle anxiously, suppressing the lump in my throat. “I portrayed the cowgirl while he assumed the role of the horse; however, due to the intense heat in the desert, we removed all our clothing.”
Bray inclines his head to the side as I place him on his bed. “May I engage in a game of horsey with you all?” He yawns wearily.
My eyes almost protrude from my head at the proposal. “Perhaps next time,” I stutter, swiftly returning him to bed. “At this moment, you must retire for the night.”
“But I am not fatigued, mother,” he protests, struggling against his heavy eyelids. “I wish to engage in a game of horsey with you and Jadi.”
“Would you prefer that I narrate a story instead?” “I murmur, sifting through his bag to locate his preferred storybook.”
Bray shifts to the edge of the bed to accommodate me, and I ascend, positioning myself comfortably with the book resting on my lap.
“Which book would you prefer I read to you?” “I enquire, perusing the table of contents in the book.”
“Wumplestinky!” “Rumpelstiltskin,” Bray exclaims, embracing his wolf and nestling beside me.
“Very well, Wumplestlnky it shall be,” I chuckle, turning the pages to the story’s commencement. “In a bygone era, a miller resided…”
