Jax continued his weak thrusts inside Nyara's pussy with Brian's pathetic body.
'One DP. Two DP. This is a fucking insult,' he thought, his mind screaming in boredom. 'This little dick is a national tragedy. I can't even show my professionalism in this field like proper thrust without her getting suspicious.'
He grunted, forcing a climax. His meager release dripped out of her.
"Mother," Jax-as-Brian whispered, putting on his best exhausted voice. "I feel so... tired."
He gave her a soft, chaste kiss and immediately pretended to fall asleep, his breathing slowing to a deep, fake rhythm.
Nyara's body trembled, humming with unmet need. She wanted him to go on again but she looked at his peaceful face. A wave of maternal guilt washed over her, cooling the fire for a moment.
Her hand slid down her stomach. Her fingers found her wet, swollen pussy. She rubbed slow circles, right next to her sleeping son.
A quiet, helpless squirt escaped her.
