Shoutout to Todd, keeping the rizz alive. Appreciate you, man.
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Her back arched. A soft moan escaped her lips as I filled her.
"Fuck, you are bigg," she whispered.
"You are tighter," I said.
She rode me slow at first. Grinding her hips in tight circles. Her eyes fluttered. Hands braced on my chest. I watched her. Every roll of her hips, every shift of her thighs, every breathy gasp when I thrust up to meet her.
"Look at you," I muttered, gripping her waist. "Taking it like you created yourself for this."
She smirked. "I did."
She sped up. Her thighs slapped against mine. Her tits bounced with each drop. I reached up, grabbed one, squeezed. She groaned and rolled her hips harder.
I sat up. Wrapped an arm around her back and slammed into her from below. Her moan turned into a choked gasp.
"You want more?" I asked.
"Yes," she hissed. "Give it."
I flipped us. My turn now.
I drove into her. Hard. Fast. No warmups. Just full-speed railroading. Her hands clawed at my back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Every thrust pushed the air out of her lungs.
"Fuck, yes!" she shouted. "Keep going!"
I gripped her ankles and folded her legs back. Her thighs touched her chest. I went deeper. She screamed. Hands grabbed at the pillows, nails ripping into dream cotton.
"God, you feel good," I growled.
She was drooling now. Whimpering with every thrust. I slammed into her again. Hard. She jerked up the bed. Legs twitching. Her eyes rolled back.
"Come for me," I ordered. "Now."
Her body shook. Muscles spasmed. She cried out, back arching off the bed. Her orgasm hit like a wave. Wetness gushed out. Her pussy clenched tight, sucking me in deeper.
I didn't stop.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her knees, yanked her hips up, and slid back in. She screamed into the sheets as I slammed into her from behind. Her ass bounced against me. Wet sounds echoing with each thrust.
Her back arched. "I am going to come again!"
"Do it," I said. "Soak the bed."
She did. Hard. Again. Her thighs shook. I pulled out, grabbed her by the throat, turned her to face me, and slammed in again while kissing her open mouth.
"Fuck, Peter," she moaned. "Fill me."
"Beg."
She looked me dead in the eye, tears streaking, mascara smudged like a sin.
"Please," she whispered. "Fill me. Mark me. I want to carry you in every dream."
I came.
Hard.
Every muscle locked. My hands gripped her hips tight. I buried myself deep as heat surged up my spine. I groaned low, the sound ripping out of me as cum shot into her. She gasped, mouth open in shock and bliss as her body clenched again around me.
I stayed inside her, panting. The dream air crackled. She shivered, still pressed against me, stuffed and smiling.
"You ruined me," she whispered.
I smirked. "That is the plan."
She collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with her.
"Sleep with me," she said, already half gone.
"Already am."
The dream faded.
Darkness closed in.
When I woke up, I was hard, sweaty, and tangled in sheets. My chest was rising like I just ran sprints. I blinked.
The ceiling looked very, very judgmental.
I groaned.
"Fuck."
[System]: Mmm~ good morning, Daddy. Sheets need a wash. So do your morals. +4 XP. Welcome to the post-nut enlightenment phase.
I yanked the covers off, rolled to my side, and buried my face in the pillow.
"I need a shower."
The door creaked open like karma was on a timer.
May stepped in holding laundry.
She froze.
Full halt.
Eyes locked on me. Then the bed. Then back to me.
She saw everything.
Sweat still clinging to my skin. My chest rising. My boxers tenting like I was pitching a teepee in a sauna. Sheets tangled. Damp. Wrinkled. My face probably looked like I had run a marathon inside a brothel.
The whole room screamed, sex happened here. Wild, sweaty, soul-stealing sex happened!
Except it was a solo mission. Mentally assisted. Thanks, System.
May stood in the doorway for two full seconds before she blinked. She didn't drop the laundry. Respect.
I didn't move.
She cleared her throat.
"I was... just putting away towels."
My cock twitched. Traitor.
"Cool," I said, voice rough from sleep. "Thanks."
Her eyes darted to the pillow. Then to my forehead. Then did the worst thing possible.
They landed on the wet spot.
Big. Obvious. Center stage.
I swore under my breath.
She dropped the towels on the dresser like they were radioactive. Then she turned around, one hand up like she was signaling the air to stop existing.
"You know what?" she said, already halfway into her emotional evacuation. "I don't have the parenting skills to deal with this."
"And I doubt you are too young to not know what just happened in here. So..."
She motioned vaguely at the bed. At me. At the universe.
"Just clean up. Yourself. The bed. The room. I am going to go."
She turned and walked out without another word.
[System]: Mmm~ sugar, I think we just traumatized your parental unit. Bonus XP for environmental impact.
I threw the pillow at the ceiling. It bounced off the light and flopped onto the floor like it wanted no part in this anymore.
"Not. Helping."
[System]: I beg to differ~ Those sheets are soaked with success. And now your aunt thinks you lost your virginity to an actual person. Should I log that as a win?
"No," I said, dragging myself upright. "You don't log anything. You delete the whole file. Bury it. Encrypt it."
[System]: Ohhh baby, this was dream-sex with the goddess of seduction. That goes in the highlight reel. Front row. Laminated.
I stood up, adjusted my shorts, and grabbed the sheets. They came off in one sticky yank. Tossed them in the corner. Grabbed the air freshener and sprayed the room like I was banishing evil spirits, in a sense, I was.
Downstairs, I could hear May clinking dishes. She was probably washing something aggressively to erase the last ten minutes from her frontal lobe.
I grabbed fresh sheets from the hall closet, remade the bed, then ducked into the bathroom. Cold water. No mercy.
I dried off fast, mostly out of spite. That towel was the only thing between me and the lingering dream visuals still playing like a highlight reel in 4K. My back still tingled from scratches that didn't exist. My thighs still felt pressure. She rode me like she was late for a meeting and my dick was the Uber, and now my subconscious thought it had a subscription.
I pulled on clean shorts, shoved my damp towel into the laundry basket, and walked back to my room. The air was fresher now. I sprayed enough lavender to make it smell like a church. Hopefully it balanced out the haunted sex ghost vibes. Wait, that is exactly what a church smells like.
Downstairs, May was still avoiding eye contact with the ceiling. Or sound. Or reality.
I threw on a shirt and followed the smell of toast. Her back was to me. Frying pan sizzled.
"You want eggs or you gonna skip?"
She said it like we were not pretending her eyes didn't just make contact with my sins.
"Eggs sound good," I said.
"You sleeping okay?"
"Yeah. Vivid dreams. Real vivid."
"That your laundry pile on the floor, or should I just burn it?"
"Burning might be safer."
She sighed through her nose. Grabbed two plates. Slid the eggs across.
Then she hesitated. biting her lip.
"I thought you... were with a cheerleader yesterday. How can you have a wet dream right after?"
I froze. Nearly choked on the toast.
Was that an actual question?
She turned slightly, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. Real smooth there May. Like she didn't just lob a conversational grenade into breakfast.
"That is a lot for eggs," I said. "You want to ask about my fantasy rotation too, or should I finish chewing first?"
May snorted, arms crossing. "I am just saying. Most teenage boys are not exactly... doubled up like that. Unless you have a medical condition I should worry about."
How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I had not even gotten wet dreams before I lost my virginity. Puberty hit me like a truck, sure, but between my chronic awkwardness and being permanently parked in the 'lonely nerd' lane, my hormones got handled quick manual discharge. Twice a day. Sometimes more. I treated jacking off like dental hygiene. Regular maintenance. Kept the pipes clean, kept the thoughts clearer.
But now?
Now it was like I had flipped a horny switch and forgot where the off button was.
And thanks to the hyper-sexual system in my head running seduction software like it was Windows 69, my brain was practically running porn in the background at all times.
[System]: Mmm~ guilty~ I run on high-performance thirst processors, sugar. Every time you think of legs, I buffer a new dream file.
"Are you okay?" May asked, still staring. "You just zoned out for a full five seconds. You having another flashback or am I triggering teenage trauma?"
I cleared my throat and stabbed the eggs with my fork. "I am fine. Just... very vivid dreams. No big deal."
"That dream made your bed look like a crime scene," she said, grabbing the juice from the fridge.
"Didn't know the dreams came with physical DLC," I muttered.
May poured the juice slowly. "Just say if I need to start knocking before I enter. Or maybe wear sunglasses next time."
I set my fork down. "Okay, no. You don't get to guilt-trip me about a dream. That is like blaming someone for sleep-talking."
"Sleep-talking is not the same as... sleep-humping your mattress like you were grinding on it for extra credit" she shot back, eyes narrowing.
I stared at her.
She stared back.
We both blinked.
She finally cracked first. Looked down. Shook her head like she was erasing the whole conversation.
"You are right," she said. "I don't want to know. None of this is my business. Just... clean your sheets, okay?"
"Already did."
"And maybe wash your pillowcases. Just in case."
[System]: Mmm~ she knows. You are radiating post-nut glow, sugar.
'Can you shut up during breakfast?' I muttered in my mind, as I sipped my orange juice.
[System]: Ohhh~ I could. But then who would remind you that Aunt May just saw the outline of your dreams in hi-def?
I finished eating without saying another word. May put the plates in the sink and turned on the water. I grabbed my bag from the couch and adjusted the strap.
"I am leaving, Aunty. Anything I should get on my way back?"
She dried her hands with a kitchen towel. She grabbed a few bills from the drawer beside the fridge and stepped closer.
Just the old routine. Quiet money. In case I needed snacks, or books, or a sudden emergency therapist.
I took her hand before she could press it into mine. Closed her fingers around the bills and held them there.
"I start to earn some cash, Aunty. I don't need it."
She froze. Eyebrows lifted a bit.
"How?"
I shrugged. "I fix codes. Help people online. It ain't much, but it is honest work."
She looked at me for a second longer than usual. Her eyes dropped to my bag like she was checking for signs of drug dealing or secret side hustles.
"Your classes?"
"I am not skipping anything. Homework gets done. Teachers stay off my back. Nothing changes, except now I don't have to ask you for coffee money."
She nodded.
"You will tell me if anything feels... sketchy, right?"
"Yeah."
She hugged me and passed me the money anyway. I pocketed it without arguing. Old habits took time to kill.
As I walked toward the door, she called out again.
"Peter."
I paused. Glanced back.
"Be careful. I know you joke a lot, but I am serious."
"I know."
"You are not running with the wrong people, are you?"
"No."
She stared for another second, then nodded. "Okay."
I opened the door and stepped out.
[System]: Mmm~ smooth deflection. No lies, just strategic omissions. Daddy is getting better at this.
"Don't call me Daddy when I am leaving the house," I muttered.
[System]: Aww~ but it suits you. That little moment at the table? Hand grab, soft voice, financial dominance? Peak sugar son energy.
I shrugged, "Well, the old Peter munched off of her enough."
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