The Heart System Chapter 725

I went harder. My hips slammed against Carrie’s ass with loud, wet slaps that echoed in the small motel room. The desk creaked violently under the force of my thrusts.

"Evan," I said casually, my voice steady even as I pounded into her. "Your favorite buddy. Fucking your mommy’s pussy, Tom."

"Evan..." Tom’s voice cracked on the other end.

"How’s prison?" I asked, my tone mocking as I kept fucking Carrie harder. "You jerking off imagining your step-mother, Tommy?"

Tom sounded shaken. "No... Evan..."

I grabbed Carrie by the hair and pushed her head down onto the table. Her cheek pressed against the wood as I went faster, my cock slamming into her soaked pussy with brutal, deep strokes. A dark smile spread across my face.

"Describe what I’m doing to this pussy, you slut," I said.

Carrie bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet. "No... I can’t..."

Can’t, huh?

I stopped thrusting pletely and started pulling out. "You’re boring."

"Wait, wait! No!" Carrie grabbed my arm desperately. "Please... keep fucking me..."

"Mom!" Tom’s voice was horrified on the speaker.

Carrie bit her lip, her face flushed with shame and arousal. I looked at her and pushed my cock back inside her in one hard thrust. She moaned loudly, her body jolting forward.

I slapped her asscheeks hard. "Tell him."

"He... he is fucking me, Tom," she whimpered.

I pushed deeper and suddenly slid a finger into her asshole, making her gasp. "TELL IT LOUDLY!"

"Oh, fuck... HE is fucking the shit out of me, Tom..." Carrie moaned, her voice breaking as I started thrusting again, my finger pumping in her ass at the same time.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice dark and manding.

"Good... his dick is stretching me unlike my husband does... unlike my dildos do..." she gasped, her body shaking with every thrust.

"Mother... p-please..." Tom sounded broken on the other end.

I kept fucking her harder, my finger curling in her ass as I railed her pussy. "Tell him how much better I am. Tell him how my cock makes you cum like his never could."

Carrie’s moans were loud and unrestrained now. "It feels so much better... his cock is so big... so thick... he hits places your father never could... I’m sorry, Tom... I’m so sorry... but it feels so good..."

I slapped her ass again, the sound sharp and loud. "Louder. Tell him you’re my slut now."

"I’m... I’m his slut now, Tom..." Carrie cried out, her voice shaking. "He fucks me better than anyone... I can’t stop... I don’t want to stop..."

Tom was silent for a moment, then his voice came through, broken. "Mom... how could you..."

I laughed darkly, still pounding into her. "She could because my cock is better than yours and your father’s bined. Tell him, Carrie. Tell him how you cum on my dick."

Carrie’s body was trembling, her pussy clenching around me as she got closer. "I cum so hard on his cock, Tom... harder than I ever did with your father... I’m sorry... but it’s true..."

The phone call continued, the automated recording voice occasionally reminding them it was being monitored. But neither of us cared. I kept fucking her relentlessly, my finger still buried in her ass, stretching both her holes at the same time.

"Beg for my cum," I said, my voice low and manding as I continued thrusting into her. "Tell your step-son how much you want me to fill you up."

Carrie’s body was trembling beneath me, her thick ass rippling with every deep stroke. She was barely holding on, her voice shaky and broken as she tried to speak through the pleasure.

"Please... cum inside me, Evan," she moaned loudly, her words punctuated by the wet slapping sounds of my cock slamming into her soaked pussy. "Fill my pussy... I want your cum... I need it... please give it to me..."

Tom’s voice was barely audible on the other end, just broken, heavy breathing mixed with occasional whimpers. He sounded pletely shattered.

I kept going, the wet sounds of my cock slamming into her soaked pussy growing louder and more obscene. "That’s it. Let him hear how much of a whore you are for me. Tell him how much better I am than his father."

Carrie’s moans turned into desperate, broken cries. "I’m your whore, Evan... I’m your married whore... fuck me... use me... I wanna cum. I wanna cum on your dick..."

"Do you, now?"

"Yes, yes! YES!"

"Mom, stop!"

"Shut the fuck up and jerk off you piece of shit." I spat. "Fucking cunt."

"Evan... Evan, Evan... please... harder, I’m... I’m goi... UUHHH..."

Her orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body tensed up, then shook violently as the pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, milking me desperately as she let out a long, broken scream of ecstasy. Her juices gushed around my shaft, soaking my balls and the floor beneath us. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her knees buckling slightly as the orgasm tore through her.

"Fuuuuck... I’m cumming... I’m cumming so hard on your cock..." she cried out, her voice raw. "It feels so good... your cock is making me cum so hard... I can’t stop..."

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as I could. "Good girl... cum on my cock while your step-son listens. Let him hear what a slut his mother is. Tell him how much you love my cock."

When her orgasm finally started to fade, Carrie was left panting, her body limp against the desk. Her pussy was still fluttering around my cock, milking me gently as the last waves of pleasure washed over her. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her legs still trembling from the intensity of her climax. The desk was wet with her juices, and the room smelled of sex and sweat. She looked pletely spent, her hair messy, her makeup smudged, but there was a satisfied, glassy look in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.