Tonight was going to be the night. My girlfriend and future wife, Ava, and I had been planning out every detail for over a month. Her mom would be at work, which meant we would have the house to ourselves for at least four hours. It was my job to bring over some snacks and candles. Ava was going to make sure we had some good music to listen to and said she had bought something special to wear.

I could barely control my anticipation.

What would it be like?

I’d imagined our first time making love hundreds of times. What it would feel like touching her bare skin. Kissing parts of her body I had never seen. The feeling of being inside her.

Would it hurt her? Would I be able to make her feel good? Would it change things between us?

That last question was the most important to me. At church, Pastor Mike always said that premarital sex would cheapen a couple’s love and make God sad. Was that true?

It didn’t really matter to me because Ava and I were in love. I always considered her the most beautiful person in the world, and we even shared the same birthday on November 10th.

My great-grandparents settled my family’s small farm in upstate North Carolina, just outside of Valdese, so I was born and raised there. Ava moved there with her mom, Judy Pruitt, just after our 16th birthday.

It was a bit scandalous at the time because Ms. Pruitt was a single mom, and there were none of those at our small church. Not to mention that Ms. Pruitt was only 33, which meant she got pregnant when she was 17!

But Pastor Mike vouched for Ms. Pruitt and Ava, quietly explaining to the members of the congregation that she had learned from her youthful mistakes and was raising Ava to be a good Christian.

Soon after meeting, Ava and I were inseparable, and people at church would always say we were two peas in a pod and destined to get married. Ms. Pruitt and my parents always made sure we had a chaperone, but we talked and texted back and forth, and sometimes our conversations started getting more personal.

We often imagined what it would be like to be married. Me coming home from work after a hard day and Ava waiting for me with a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. For days we would talk about what that kiss would be like. Then we talked about touching each other.

Sometimes, we would talk about how imagining these things made us feel. Ava said it gave her goosebumps on her arms and made the hairs stand on end. I told her how it made me feel something like hunger, but it was coming from a different part of my body. She said her thighs would tingle with something akin to electricity, and I told her how that made me get hard inside of my pants.

On the day we turned 17, we shared our first real kiss. It was at the playground near my house, in one of the baseball field dugouts. My parents were there but preoccupied with a game of horseshoes.

It was nothing like I expected but somehow better. Without realizing it, my hands slipped under Ava’s t-shirt and I felt the bare skin of her stomach before gathering my composure.

A couple of months later, we made a plan to meet up by an old abandoned barn off of State Road 64. I was in my senior year at high school and told my parents I had basketball practice. Ava told her mom she was going to meet friends at the lake.

We knew we didn’t have long. It was pouring down rain when Ava pulled up in her old Toyota Corolla she’d saved up to buy by working hostess shifts at a local diner. She ran from her car to my Jeep Wrangler and jumped in the passenger seat. It was the first time we made out.

I pushed Ava’s seat back and lay on top of her. I couldn't tell if the heat between us was emanating from her face and neck or mine. She pulled up my shirt a little and put her hands on my back. Instinctually, my hips began grinding into Ava’s and her legs wrapped around mine. Her hair smelled like apple shampoo, and I never wanted anything more in my life than her at that moment.

Somehow, we fought the urge. It wasn’t easy, but we hardly had any time as it was. We also kept telling ourselves that we should wait for marriage.

The next day, I got a phone call from my mom during third-period history class. She was crying. Ava had been in an accident. Her car was totaled, and she was in the hospital unconscious with some pretty serious injuries.

“Son,” my mom said in almost a whisper, “She hit her head pretty hard. And her right leg is broken in four places. She lost a lot of blood, and they weren’t sure they were going to be able to save her, but she’s stable now, so don’t panic. Your dad is on his way to get you to take you to the hospital.”

My heart sank into my stomach, and I started to shake.

I wouldn’t realize it until a few weeks later, but my opinions on a lot of things changed at that moment.

When I got to the hospital, I hopped out of the car and ran inside. The nurse led me down the hallway, and when we entered Ava’s room, I was utterly confused, because she was standing in the window, backlit by the midday sun, like nothing had ever happened.

When she stepped forward, I realized that I was looking at her mother.

With her hair down, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, Ms. Pruitt looked almost identical to Ava. Until this moment, I had never seen Ms. Pruitt in anything other than a modest dress with her hair tied into a bun. I could see she’d been crying.

When she leaned forward and hugged me, the wrinkles in the corners of Ms. Pruitt’s eyes betrayed her real age.

She guided me through a curtain that surrounded the hospital bed. Ava was still unconscious and almost unrecognizable. The doctors had shaved off most of Ava’s gorgeous long curly red hair, and in its place was a massive scar and hundreds of stitches. Her right arm and right leg were in a cast, her leg also elevated. There were tubes coming out of her nose and arm, and she was covered in scrapes and bruises.

Ms. Pruitt looked down at her daughter and said, “Nick, the doctor says she’s going to be okay, but they don’t know if she suffered any brain damage.”

I pulled up a chair by the bed, sat down, and gently held Ava’s hand, and that’s where I stayed for the next two days until she finally woke up. Fortunately, her mental faculties and her sense of humor were all intact.

Two weeks later, she was released from the hospital and started what would be six months of intense physical and neurological therapy. During that time, most of her hair grew back and covered the scar, but about a third of it was silver-gray. Ava hated it, but I thought it looked really cool, like some kind of superhero hairstyle.

She had other scars all over her body, but most were impossible to detect behind her heavy freckling that covered her entire body. I knew Ava had freckles in her most hidden places because I’d caught a glimpse of her nude body in the hospital by accident.

The nurse was helping her change clothes, and I could see through a narrow slit in the curtain. Even wearing two casts and missing half of her hair, she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

On the day Ava’s leg cast was being removed, something embarrassing happened. Ms. Pruitt and I were alone in the waiting room of the clinic when she grasped my arm with her hand and said, “There’s something we need to talk about.”

I must have looked nervous, because Ava’s mom gently rubbed my arm, smiled, and said, “You’re not in trouble, okay? But, when Ava was doing her neurological physical therapy, she said the last thing she remembered was kissing you in your Jeep.”

Warm blood rushed to my face, and I was sure I was blushing.

Ms. Pruitt continued, “I can see by your reaction, it’s true, and because we’ve all been through a lot over the past couple of months, I’m not going to make it into a big deal. However, I don’t want my Ava to end up a young mother like me, so I’m trusting you to do right by her and keep your hormones in check until you’re old enough to get married and do things the right way. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

Ms. Pruitt added, “And God would be so disappointed. Right?”

I nodded again. But by this time, many things I once believed had been replaced by new beliefs. For weeks I’d wondered, what if Ava had died? Why did God make her go through all of this? What’s the point of waiting for anything if the person you love can be taken from you in the blink of an eye?

During private moments at the hospital, Ava and I talked about these things. We didn't want to get married until we could afford to live on our own and raise a family. Realistically, that was going to be another couple of years, at best. Especially after the accident.

We also didn’t want to risk losing each other without having ever been as close as we could be, as man and woman.

Every day, I came over to Ava’s house to massage her legs, feet, arms, and hands to help with her therapy. I learned how she liked to be touched and caressed. When nobody was looking, my touches were more sensual. Using only my fingertips, I gently stroked her freckled skin with the slightest of touch until she shivered and bit her lower lip.

Sometimes my hand drifted up to the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her vulva, until her hips raised up off the bed involuntarily, her mouth twisted into a shy grin.

One time, Ava placed her bare foot between my legs and said, “What’s that?” Then she used her toes to assess the dimensions of my arousal.

All of it was very naughty. Ms. Pruitt was never far away. It came as a surprise to me that the thought of getting caught made me even more aroused.

One time, we almost did get caught. I was massaging Ava’s hands on her living room sofa. Ms. Pruitt went upstairs to take a shower. I slowly worked my way up Ava’s wrist and forearm, and then up to her shoulder. Her neck flushed red, and her nipples hardened under her t-shirt.

Ava took my hand and guided it down to her left breast until each of my fingers brushed against her hard nipple. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ms. Pruitt on the upstairs balcony. She was wearing a robe. I quickly pulled my hand away, but when I turned my head, she was already gone.

Had Ava’s mom seen us? I was worried until a few days later. I was in the kitchen making Ava a sandwich for lunch. Ms. Pruitt walked in and put her hand on top of mine.

“Nick, you’ve really gone above and beyond for Ava, and I want you to know that I see it, and I appreciate it.”

She continued, “I have to admit, sometimes I get a little jealous of Ava. You’re a good man, and you’re going to be a good husband.”

“Thank you, Ms. Pruitt.”

“Call me Judy, Nick.”

Soon after, Ava and I started making plans for our special night. The goal was to make it happen shortly after our 18th birthday. I was ready. In fact, I was more than ready. Months of taking care of Ava, combined with all of the teasing and learning how we both liked to be touched, had brought me even closer to her. There were times I thought about eloping, but it would have hurt our parents too much, mostly because they always talked about how much they wanted a big church wedding.

Ava was able to come to graduation, only a month before our 18th birthday. There was a big dance party afterward at the local recreation center, and Ava walked the gym floor with a slight limp, side by side with her mother. Had it not been for Ava’s wild streak of silver-gray hair, they could have passed for twin sisters.

Judy headed over to the chaperone’s area, but I barely noticed. I couldn’t take my eyes off Ava. Because she was still doing physical therapy, she had to wear sneakers, but everything else she wore made her look like a supermodel out of some fashion magazine.

Ava was wearing something like a formal sundress, if there is such a thing. It was forest green, and the material shimmered in the light, contrasting her gorgeous red and silver hair that had grown out to cover her neck, the wavy curls barely touching her shoulders.

The dress was tight around Ava’s torso and waist, showing off her curvy hips before flaring out at the bottom just below her knees. Wide straps adorned the top, but much of her shoulders were bare, which was about as racy as an outfit gets in our small town.

Even with the sneakers, the outfit made Ava look taller than her five-foot frame would suggest. Having put on some extra weight in the hospital, she was around one-hundred-thirty pounds but very fit from the therapy. The extra weight was mostly in her hips and thighs, which was fine by me.

I probably shouldn’t say this, but Ava also has very large D-cup breasts that seem to defy gravity. The reason I know this is because of that time I saw her being changed by the nurse. It was the only time I had seen a woman’s breasts in real life, and I am so glad they were Ava’s because I knew then that I would never desire any woman like I desired her.

As Ava approached, all of her wonderful freckles came into focus, along with her full lips and big blue eyes. She was, yet again, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I knew that soon, we should share something beyond special.

One Special Night

Ava’s text came in just after eight pm.

“Mom just left. Come over now. I can’t wait to see you.”

Only a few blocks away, I left my Jeep in the parking lot of a strip mall and walked to Ava’s house under the cover of darkness. Knowing she had left the door unlocked, I slipped inside and closed the door behind me.

As I mentioned, we’d been planning everything for months to make sure that we wouldn’t be caught. We left no detail to chance. I had a half-dozen candles in my backpack, along with some strawberries, chocolate bars, and some gummies that Ava especially liked.

Earlier in the day, I reviewed a three-week-old text from Ava that I’d already read more than a hundred times. It said, “Nick, when you come over, come upstairs to my bedroom. I will be waiting for you, and I will be wearing something you will never forget.”

My heart was racing as though I’d played an entire period of basketball without ever seeing the bench. Every step made me warmer, and I even felt a bit lightheaded. My hands were shaking as I opened the door.

The curtains were drawn, and only a tiny nightlight made a vain attempt to cut through the inky black. Across the darkened room, Ava was nothing more than a silhouette sitting in a chair next to her vanity. I closed the door and set down my bag. Ava leaned forward and flipped the switch on a small red lamp sitting on her vanity.

My eyelids slightly ached from the sudden bright light, but Ava slowly came into focus.

I said the words, “Did you dye your hair?” just as the full weight of the question seized the entirety of my being and I realized that Ms. Pruitt was staring back at me.

Even though I had the sudden urge to run out of the room, my legs were rubber, and I was incapable of going anywhere, much less down a flight of stairs.

Judy gestured to the chair she had just vacated and said, “Sit down, Nick.”

Thoughts raced through my head.

Where was Ava? How did she find out? Had Judy let her hair down on purpose to make her look like Ava in the dim light?

After I sat down, Ms. Pruitt sat on the edge of Ava’s bed just across from me, staring me in the eyes with a look somewhere between irritation and satisfaction. Then she spoke.

“Remember our conversation, Nick? The one about waiting for marriage?”

I nodded.

“Look, I am going to cut to the chase; I’ve known about this for some time. I have access to all of Ava’s text messages, and just a couple of hours ago, I spoke with her, and she is staying over at a friend's house for the night, just so you and I can have this talk.”

I tried to speak, “Judy, I can explain….”

She cut me off.

“Call me Ms. Pruitt. And let’s not insult each other’s intelligence, Nick. As I told you before, I am not going to allow my daughter to make the same mistakes I did, so until you’re able to get married and take good care of my daughter, her vagina is off limits. Do you understand?”

Hearing Ms. Pruitt say the word “vagina” made me feel ashamed, but I managed to nod even though my head was down.

She continued, “I’m going to be real with you, Nick, because I think you can handle it. I already told you that I saw what good care you took of Ava and I know you love her, so I am not angry about any of this. But we need to find a solution.”

I lifted my head, relieved to know that Ms. Pruitt wasn’t going to prevent me from seeing Ava.

Ms. Pruitt said, “So… what were you going to do?”

“Excuse me?” I said, flustered.

“You know what I mean. What were you going to do? What was your plan for the night?”

“Ms. Pruitt, I don't think….”

She attentively leaned forward. “I want you to tell me what you thought was going to happen. We need to clear the air if we’re going to move past this. Start with the candles; what are those for?”

“I don’t know… I thought it would be more romantic if we were in candlelight.”

“Thought WHAT would be more romantic, Nick?”

“Making love.”

Ava’s mom edged closer, close enough to my face that I could smell her body lotion. “Is that what you call it? Making love? Explain that to me.”

Ms. Pruitt seemed agitated, and I didn’t know what she wanted me to say. “Touching… Kissing…”

“...And?”

Running my fingers through my hair, I said bluntly, “Sex. We were going to have sex.”

Then I let loose with the whole truth.

“Ms. Pruitt, Ava’s accident made me realize that either of us could disappear in the blink of an eye. So why shouldn’t we experience sex together before marriage? What’s the harm in it? We love each other, so what difference does it make if we do it now or do it two years from now?”

Ms. Pruitt leaned back, “So, you were going to fuck my daughter.”

It was a statement, not a question. I didn’t answer.

“You got all hot and bothered while helping Ava with her physical therapy. You don’t think I noticed you two fooling around, even after our conversation when you told me that you were going to wait for marriage?”

I shifted in my chair, realizing that Ms. Pruitt had probably seen a lot more than I’d realized. Actually getting caught ended up being less exciting than I’d imagined.

“What did you like better, Nick? Groping my daughter’s thighs or playing with her nipples?”

I’m sure I was entirely red. I just stared back at Ms. Pruitt in shock.

She leaned forward again. “Answer me, Nick. Which did you like better?”

“I liked them both.”

“What do you even know about a woman’s body, Nick? What do you know about a woman's pussy?”

My mouth fell open, stunned to hear such a dirty word come out of my girlfriend’s mother’s mouth. Nobody I knew talked like that except some of the non-Christian kids I’d gone to school with.

“Answer me. What do you know about pussy? How were you going to touch it? Did you plan on licking it?”

“Ms. Pruitt, I don’t think we should….”

“You were going to stick your cock in my daughter’s virgin pussy and fuck her. Right, Nick?”

I thought about bolting for the door, but Ms. Pruitt got up and stepped right in front of me.

“Stand up.”

Lifting myself up from the chair felt like lifting a sack of bricks. A full sixteen inches taller than Ms. Pruitt, I had to wrench my neck downward to look at her. Even though I was entirely gripped with fear, in the back of my mind I once again noted how much Ava looked like her mom, even with a few wrinkles around the eyes.

Glaring up at me, she said, “Do you think a woman’s body is a plaything for your amusement?”

“No. I don’t think…”

“Then why is your dick hard, Nick?”

I hadn’t noticed, but Ms. Pruitt was right. My penis was bulging so hard, the shape of it was outlined in the fabric of my jeans. I had no answer.

“So, let me get this straight, Nick. You came to my house to fuck my daughter, but now you want to fuck your girlfriend’s mother?”

Startled by the accusation, I quickly answered, “No! I don’t know why it’s hard. I’m nervous.”

“So, you think I’m ugly, Nick?”

“No. You and Ava look almost identical, and I think she’s beautiful…”

“Okay. So now you think I’m beautiful? You want to fuck me too, don’t you?”

Ms. Pruitt had me totally flustered. It seemed there was nothing I could say that was right.

She took a few steps away from me and turned back around.

“Lie on the bed, Nick.”

“What?”

“Are you deaf? " Lie on the bed.”

I can’t explain what I was feeling other than I was confused and afraid, like I was about to be punished in some way.

For a moment, I resisted. Then Ms. Pruitt said, “Nick, what would happen if your parents found out about all of this?”

The question hit me like a freight train. If my parents found out about any of my plans with Ava, or even that we’d fooled around, they would lock me up in my room with a Bible and never let me see her again.

Without answering, I walked to the bed, climbed in, and lay on my back.

“Good boy. Now close your eyes. And if you open them before I say you can, this is going to be a hundred times worse. Do you understand?”

I nodded, believing I was about to receive some kind of corporal punishment. I closed my eyes tight and waited for the blow. There was some rustling, and then I could feel the bed move on either side of me. For a moment, I thought someone else was in the room, and a wave of terror enveloped me when I imagined that it might actually be my father.

Somewhere within that dreadful thought, something enveloped my mouth. Was it a hand? No, it was wet and slick. The scent was unique, not unlike something I smelled a few times when massaging Ava’s legs.

Then I knew.

"Okay, Nick. You can open your eyes."

Ms. Pruitt was staring down at me with a devil’s smile, fully nude, her thick thighs on either side of my face.

She pressed her hips down onto my cheeks, grinding her vagina down onto my mouth while her hips barely shifted back and forth.

“I guess now you know something about pussy. Don’t worry, Nick. I am going to make sure you don’t have to worry about your perverted urges getting the better of you with my daughter because I am going to fuck them out of you.”

Part of me wanted to throw Ms. Pruitt off my body and run away, but I was also aroused in a way I’d never experienced. An array of wild thoughts rushed through my mind.

What was happening was wrong, but Ms. Pruitt and Ava were almost identical, so maybe that made it okay?

Would I be a better lover for Ava if I let all of this happen?

My parents can never find out about Ava and me fooling around, so what choice do I have?

The thought that won out was the most primal. Ms. Pruitt looked incredible looking down at me, straddling my face. Her pussy was the first I ever tasted, and I didn’t want to stop. My penis was harder than it had ever been.

Everything was happening so fast, I had no way to stop it. I didn't even think I wanted to stop.

My hands were suddenly gripping Ms. Pruitt’s thighs, pushing and pulling her back and forth against my mouth.

“That’s a good boy. Now stick out your tongue.”

When my tongue penetrated Ms. Pruitt’s pussy, she giggled. My face was getting wetter with every thrust of her hips, until her juices started running down my cheeks and neck.

Every now and then, I opened my eyes to see her writhing in pleasure above me, her freckled breasts jiggling back and forth. At one point she looked down and caught my eyes before commanding, “Eat my fucking cunt, Nick.”

The words made me feel crazy, and I reached up and grabbed Ms. Pruitt’s tits with my hands. She forced them back down onto the bed and said, “NO! Bad boy. Not until I say you can touch them.” Then she jumped up and spun around before lowering her pussy back onto my hungry mouth. Grinding firmly against my tongue.

She began to vibrate and made a guttural sound like she was in pain. Liquid gushed from her pussy, filling my mouth and going into my nose. I thought I might choke, but somehow I managed to swallow much of it down.

Ms. Pruitt laughed. Thinking she might be done, I paused until she said, “I didn’t say you could stop, Nick. Spread my ass cheeks and use your tongue to clean out my cunt.”

It was then I got my first look at a real pussy. It was almost totally shaved, and there were thick folds of flesh, darker along the ends, splayed open and partially hanging down to reveal a bright pink opening filled with creamy liquid that reminded me of the filling inside a chocolate candy.

I wondered whether Ava’s pussy looked like her mother’s; then I grabbed Ms. Pruitt’s ass cheeks firmly, spread them apart, and began slowly licking her open slit.

Ms. Pruitt purred, and I felt her hands unzipping my pants. Then her hand was around my penis, which had never felt so hard. She struggled with it for a minute until I felt it pop free from my jeans.

“My, my,” she said, lifting her hips from my face and climbing down onto my legs until her face was inches from my penis, examining it as she held the base firmly with both of her small hands.

Looking up into my eyes, Ms. Pruitt continued, “You were going to stick this massive thing inside my little girl’s virgin pussy? Are you some kind of sadist, Nick?”

I didn’t know what to say, but staring down at my girlfriend’s mother with my penis in her hands was almost too much to handle. Maybe it was the strange backlighting from the red lamp, but for a moment, what I saw was Ava admiring my size instead of her mother.

Ms. Pruitt continued, “It’s a good thing I’m here, Nick. Had you stuck this thing in my daughter’s cunny, it would have hurt so bad she would never want to fuck you again. I’m going to teach you how to use this thing properly, so say thank you.”

Just as I said the words, Ms. Pruitt stuck out her tongue and used it to barely lick the underside ridge of my penis.

“Tell me how that feels.”

“It makes my penis hurt and feel good at the same time.”

“Don’t say penis, Nick. Say dick or cock or anything else that doesn’t make you sound like a naive little boy.”

“My cock.”

“What about your cock?” As Ms. Pruitt said the words, her hands gripped the base even tighter until it looked like she was straining. A small amount of clear liquid oozed from the head.

“I don’t understand…”

“You said it was your cock, but this cock belongs to me now. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

Ms. Pruitt covered her fingertip with the bead of clear liquid from my cock and gently slid it back and forth against the sensitive nerve just below the head.

“It’s my cock, and I decide what you can and can’t do with it. If you break the rules, I will punish you, and you won’t like it. If you use it to fuck my daughter before you're married, you’ll never use it again. Am I clear?”

“Yes.”

“If you're ever horny and need to get off, you can ask my permission, and I MIGHT let you fuck me, but don’t let me find out you wasted any of your cum by jerking off or on some other woman. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Still barely caressing the sensitive nerve, Ms. Pruitt said, “Tell me how this feels.”

“It makes my cock feel like it’s hungry…”

She slapped my cock hard with the palm of her hand.

“What the fuck did you say?”

“I mean, it makes YOUR cock feel like it’s hungry for something. Like, it hurts really bad but in a really good way.”

“Good boy, Nick. When you’re good, you get rewarded.”

Ms. Pruitt began licking my cock from bottom to top and back down, using her tongue to tease the most sensitive areas. She paused to pull off my pants while I took off my shirt. Then she was back at it, fully taking the head into her mouth, curvy ass sticking up in the air, her eyes piercing into mine while I watched until she made the entire thing disappear into her throat, holding it there for a few seconds.

Ms. Pruitt slowly backed away, her lips tight against my shaft until my cock exited her mouth. Thick strands of saliva poured from her mouth. Wickedly smiling, she sat up on her knees, and her spit spilled all over her chest and stomach.

One hand still gripping my cock, Ms. Pruitt said, “What do you think about that?”

“I didn’t know something like that was possible.”

“That’s how I like to handle MY cock. You have a lot to learn, but don’t worry, I am going to teach you.”

She released my cock from her vice grip and straddled my hips. Her curvy, freckled body on full display, wild red hair framing her face, saliva covering her chin, tits, and stomach, was far more beautiful than I would have imagined it could be, had I ever been able to imagine such a wicked thing.

In fact, nothing about this encounter was anything like I’d imagined sex would be. It was far more visceral and feral. It was disgusting and dirty and incredible and addicting all at the same time. I felt like I was losing control of myself, as though I were under some magic spell.

I also felt very inexperienced and naive, but also like I was being indoctrinated into some cult of secret knowledge.

Ms. Pruitt reached between her legs. Spreading her long, thick pussy lips apart, she lowered herself onto my dick so that one lip was on either side of the shaft. When she pulled her hand away, the lips enveloped my girth as though they were trying to consume it. Her pussy was hot, slick, and wet.

Leaning back slightly, with her hands grasping my thighs for stability, Ms. Pruitt began sliding her pussy back and forth against the entirety of my cock. Top to bottom. Bottom to top. Slowly. Never breaking eye contact, until she said, “Look at it.”

I intently watched our most secret body parts glide in unison as Ms. Pruitt kept slowly grinding. I could feel heat growing inside of me, and I wanted to grab her body, turn her over, and plunge my dick into my girlfriend’s mother’s beautiful pussy.

“No, no, Nick. Remember who this cock belongs to.”

How did she know what I was thinking?

“See how this pussy eats up my cock, like some wild animal that’s out of control? Can you see that pussy as it moves back and forth so slowly, savoring every crease and fold of my cock? Can you imagine how that pussy feels right now, Nick?”

Somehow, I could. As I watched, Ms. Pruitt’s pussy seemed as though it belonged to me, and I could feel every nerve ending as it slid up and down along the shaft. I couldn’t look away from the sight of pussy and cock sliding together at the same steady pace, and I realized that we were feeling the exact same thing, as though we were one person.

“That’s it, Nick. Good boy. Now this pussy belongs to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“It’s your pussy, Nick. And since it belongs to you, you can do whatever you want to it, whenever you need it. And don’t worry because Ava will never know her mother’s pussy belongs to you. It will be our secret.”

My mind was spinning, but deep inside I felt a sense of relief that Ava would never know this dark secret.

“Someday, you’re going to own my daughter’s pussy, but for now, you own this pussy. Tell me what you want to do with it.”

“I want to make it feel good.”

“Good answer. How are you going to do that?”

“Maybe you can fuck my pussy with your cock.”

Ms. Pruitt’s pupils dilated as her hips shifted slightly forward.

Cock penetrated pussy. First the head, then the shaft. All the way in. I flexed a muscle in my loins, and my pussy clamped down hard on Ms. Pruitt’s flexing cock. She tilted her head back and growled.

Ava’s mother put my hands on her hips, and I involuntarily clamped down with a tight grip until my fingers were full of Ms. Pruitt's raw flesh. Feeling this overwhelming urge to turn our separate anatomies into one explosive singularity, I pulled her body down onto mine with all of my strength. Our hips flexed in unison, and I was somewhere else entirely, locked into some primal union that utterly dissolved the entirety of my identity.

In this place, we quickly entered into some strange rhythm. Every immeasurable thrust took on its own abstract meaning, and the feeling was ecstatic bliss. I was in a place that I never knew existed. Images flashed in my head. Geographic shapes and planets, stars and gods. Not hallucinations but very real. Somehow, we kept moving deeper inside one another until there was only the raw feeling of lust, desire, and unrestrained ecstasy that I never knew was possible.

I realized I was sitting up, my hands still pulling Ms. Pruitt’s body into mine, eyes locked in a primal gaze.

She started to shake. First it was only her hips, but the vibrations quickly radiated to her arms and legs, fingers and toes. Her fingernails dug into my back.

Ms. Pruitt’s blue eyes turned darker. Her jaw clenched. Our bodies went entirely motionless until the only feeling was the steady pulsing of blood-filled sex organs that seemed to throb in time with one single pumping heart.

Ms. Pruitt screamed. Tears streamed down her face. She convulsed. Her shadow, cast upon the ceiling from the glowing vanity lamp, looked like some rabid hairy predator. Then she shoved me backward onto the bed and lost all control.

With little regard for how her actions might leave her body bruised or bloody, Ms. Pruitt gripped my shoulders firmly and violently started thrusting her hips against mine, making sure that every thrust traveled along every possible millimeter of cock. Her hair spilled down onto her bouncing breasts, partially covering one of her wild indigo eyes.

I grabbed a fistful of Ms. Pruitt’s hair from the back of her head with my right hand and pulled hard. There was no thought behind it, just total abandonment to any time and place and an insatiable craving for more sweat and friction between our bodies.

Ms. Pruitt’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she said, “Fuck yes,” in a low, raspy articulation that bordered on some ancient forgotten language. Then my other hand was around her neck, squeezing. Then both hands. She was no longer making words. Only primeval sounds. Her hips in a frenzy of their own making.

Her face red and gasping for air, Ms. Pruitt started shaking, so I let go, grabbed her hips, pulling them into mine yet again. Her torso fell forward, and we lay motionless for an infinite moment, like the instant between a nuclear bomb’s detonation and the blinding white light that follows.

She slowly sat up as though in a trance. Silent.

Mouth agape, her hands clenched her face, pulling down the skin of her cheeks as she dragged her fingers down her neck and onto her breasts before twisting her nipples hard between thumbs and index fingers.

Then, Ms. Pruitt exploded.

She rolled backward, still locked in a silent scream, and my entire hard cock blasted out of her pussy along with what seemed like gallons of water-like liquid. Her entire body spasmed, totally out of control, like those people you see who are in some sort of spiritual rapture. She squirted all over my body, all the way up to my face, and all over her daughter's bedspread and mattress. Her face contorted until it twisted into something between a smile and a sneer, sultry and lascivious.

She laughed as beads of sweat dripped off her face and onto her tits. What I saw in front of me was no longer Ms. Pruitt, but some primitive embodiment of feminine sex. It was her true form. Completely nude and undone, drenched in bodily fluids, flushed with blood, skin rubbed raw with stubble and friction. She was somehow resplendent and horrifying at the same time.

The sight of it scared me. It was like I was seeing something nobody is meant to see.

It dawned on me that everything else about her was a ruse. The tasteful dresses, hair in a bun, and good Christian demeanor were nothing more than a disguise to prevent anyone from seeing the truth of her.

Then, I realized that everything about me was also a ruse. My truth had also been exposed, and there was space in my mind for only one thing - the pussy that I owned.

Ms. Pruitt rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, her pussy red, wet, and swollen. She said, “Now you’re going to fuck me with MY cock. And this time, I want you to call me Ava. Do you understand?”