Amelia didn’t stop.
Even as Mum’s footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway, she kept her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my c**k, sucking me with slow, deliberate hunger. She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside while her hand gently massaged my balls.
I held my breath, my body tense, terrified that Mum would open the door any second. But Amelia only seemed more turned on by the risk. She moaned softly around my length — a low, vibrating sound that made my toes curl.
The footsteps passed by the door… and continued downstairs.
Amelia pulled off just long enough to whisper, “She’s gone to the kitchen, baby. Now be a good boy and feed Mommy.”
She came back down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. Her head bobbed faster, wet, sloppy sounds filling the quiet
