Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: Monday Cleanup

Monday morning sunlight sliced through the bedroom blinds in harsh white bars.Elena woke first—slow stretch, small groan as every bruised muscle protested. She lay on her back for a long minute, staring at the ceiling fan turning lazy circles. Cum had dried in flaky patches across her breasts and stomach overnight; faint handprints still bloomed purple on her hips and thighs. Between her legs ached in that deep, satisfying way that made her smile despite the soreness.Alex was still asleep beside her—face slack, mouth slightly open, one arm thrown possessively over her waist even in dreams. His breathing was even. Peaceful. She studied him: the faint freckles across his nose he'd had since he was five, the way his lashes fluttered when he dreamed, the soft curve of his lips that still looked so boyish.She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.Then she slipped out from under his arm.Padded naked to the bathroom.The mirror showed the full damage: mascara tracks long dried into black rivers down her cheeks, lipstick smeared from mouth to chin to collarbone, collar still buckled around her throat with the little silver ring catching light. Her pussy was puffy, lips dark and swollen; ass tender from the relentless rotation. When she bent to inspect, a slow trickle of leftover cum oozed out—white turning clear, sliding down her inner thigh.She didn't wipe it away.Instead she returned to the bedroom, climbed back onto the bed, straddled Alex's sleeping form.He stirred when her weight settled on his hips.Eyes fluttered open.Found her hovering above him—ruined, radiant, smiling down like she'd just come from church instead of a gangbang locker-room orgy."Morning, sweetheart."His voice cracked. "Mom…"She leaned down. Kissed him softly—once, twice—then deeper. Tongue sliding in, tasting the faint salt of last night still on her own lips.When she pulled back she whispered against his mouth:"You promised to clean me today."Alex's pupils blew wide.She shifted forward—knees bracketing his shoulders now. Lowered herself until her swollen, leaking pussy hovered just above his lips."Open."He did.She sank down slowly.The first contact made her hiss—sensitive, overstimulated. But she kept going until his nose pressed against her clit and his mouth sealed over her entrance."Use your tongue, baby. Lick Mommy clean."Alex obeyed.Tentative at first—small laps along her outer lips, tasting the mix of chlorine residue, dried cum, fresh arousal. The flavor hit him like a drug: bitter-salt, musky, unmistakably her mixed with a dozen strangers.Elena moaned—low, encouraging."Deeper."He pushed his tongue inside.Felt the heat, the slickness, the slow drip of what the men had left behind. Thick globs coated his tongue; he swallowed reflexively. Shame burned through him—hot, electric—but so did something darker, hungrier.She rocked gently—grinding against his face, smearing the mess across his cheeks, his chin, his nose."That's it… just like that… eat every drop they put in me…"Her fingers tangled in his hair. Held him in place.He licked faster—hungry now. Sucked gently on her clit. Thrust his tongue as deep as it would go. Felt her walls flutter around the intrusion.Elena's breathing turned ragged."Good boy… such a good boy for Mommy… cleaning up after all those real men…"She came suddenly—sharp cry, thighs clamping his head, fresh slick flooding his mouth. He drank it down—every pulse, every shudder—until she slumped forward, bracing on the headboard, panting.When the aftershocks faded she lifted off him.Looked down.His face was a wreck: glistening, flushed, lips swollen, chin dripping.She smiled—soft, proud."Beautiful."She slid down his body. Kissed him—tasting herself and them on his tongue. Moaned into his mouth.Then she reached between them.Found him painfully hard—precum leaking in steady beads.She stroked him once—slow, firm."You've been so patient."Another stroke."So good."She lined him up.Sank down in one smooth motion.Alex gasped—back arching off the mattress.She was still loose from the night before—hot, slick, overflowing. He slid in easily, surrounded by the lingering warmth of other men's cum.Elena rode him slowly—rolling hips, grinding deep, clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every downward stroke."Look at me," she whispered.He did.Her eyes were dark, pupils blown, lips parted."You feel them inside me still? All that cum lubricating your cock while you fuck your own mother?"He groaned—broken, helpless.She sped up."Say it.""I… I feel them…""Louder.""I feel their cum… inside you… while I'm fucking you…"She clenched around him."Good boy."She leaned down—breasts dragging across his chest, nipples hard points against his skin."Cum for me. Add your load to theirs. Mark me again."He didn't last long.A dozen more thrusts—desperate, erratic—and he came with a choked sob. Spilling deep, mixing with everything already there, pulsing until he was empty.Elena stayed seated—keeping him inside while he softened.Kissed his forehead."My sweet boy."She finally lifted off—slow, careful. A fresh gush followed—his cum joining the rest, dripping onto his softening cock, his stomach, the sheets.She scooped some with two fingers. Brought them to his lips."Clean me one more time."He sucked obediently.She smiled.Then she rolled off him. Stretched beside him—legs spread, letting the mess continue to leak."Shower later," she murmured. "For now… just hold me."Alex turned onto his side. Wrapped his arms around her sticky, used body.She curled into him—head on his chest, leg thrown over his hip.They lay like that for a long time—quiet except for their breathing.Eventually she spoke—soft, almost sleepy."Marcus wants me again tonight. Small group. Just him, Callahan, and Coach. At his place. He said you could come too… sit in the chair in the corner. Watch close. Maybe even hold my hand while they take turns."Alex's heart stuttered.She felt it—pressed a kiss to his collarbone."Or you can stay here. Wait for me to come home reeking of them. Crawl into bed with you still dripping. Let you lick me clean again before we sleep."She nuzzled closer."Your choice, baby. Always your choice."He didn't answer right away.Just tightened his arms around her.Felt the slow drip against his thigh.Smelled the sex and sweat and chlorine still clinging to her skin.Knew what he would choose.Knew he would choose both—eventually.For now he just held her.Listened to her heartbeat slow toward sleep.And let himself sink deeper into the warm, filthy dark they'd made together.Because the chasm had no floor.And he no longer wanted one.