The morning after that relentless day of denial, Ethan still trembled with exhaustion, his body spent yet already stirring beneath me.
I woke him by lowering myself onto his dawn stiffness in one fluid descent, taking him deep while I leaned close and breathed against his ear, "Your father's video call is at noon, sweetheart. He wants to see how his 'helpless boy' is doing. I'll answer right here… with every thick inch of you nestled inside me the entire conversation."
His gaze snapped wide, his length surging so forcefully I felt it press against my deepest point. "Lila… he might notice—"
"He'll notice nothing," I soothed, circling my hips in a slow, possessive swirl. "You'll stay perfectly silent and still. And I'll draw another powerful surge from you while I reassure him how thoroughly I'm looking after his son."
I kept him balanced on the edge all morning—gentle licks, feather-light caresses, one brief ride that ended the instant his breathing changed—until he throbbed and leaked by the time I positioned the laptop on the nightstand.
At 11:55 I arranged everything with care.
I settled across Ethan in reverse, his back cushioned by pillows so the casts rested easily at his sides. The screen angled to capture only my face and shoulders; the rest of my bare form stayed hidden below the frame. His impressive girth already filled me completely—eight solid inches of urgent need buried to the root in my welcoming heat.
I tested the motion once, rolling with delicate patience. The bed stayed silent. The camera revealed only my warm, innocent smile.
Flawless.
Noon arrived and the call connected.
Mark's face appeared, relaxed and smiling from his Singapore hotel room, utterly unaware.
"Hey, love! And there's my guy! How's the healing coming along?"
I offered a bright smile, biting the inside of my lip as I began the slowest, most controlled glide along his thickness. Up a fraction… down again… just enough to stir him deep without shifting my upper body.
"Hi, darling!" I replied cheerfully, tone light and steady. "Ethan's recovering beautifully. I'm handling every detail."
Beneath the frame I tightened my inner walls in rhythmic pulses, drawing along his length while my hips remained motionless for the lens. Ethan's breath faltered behind me. I sensed him thicken further.
Mark chuckled warmly. "You're incredible, Lila. I knew I could trust you. How's the discomfort, son? Those casts still a nightmare?"
Ethan's reply came tight yet composed. "Not too rough, Dad… Lila's… managing everything perfectly."
I rewarded him by rising until only the crown teased my entrance, then sinking fully once more in a silky glide. My core fluttered around him. Fresh warmth spilled along his base.
"Absolutely," I purred toward the screen, voice sweet as honey while I began tiny, hidden movements. "He's on a very precise routine now. Daily washes… targeted exercises… nighttime attention… he never has to reach for a thing."
Mark nodded with clear pride. "I miss you both so much. You look radiant, honey. That healthy glow—must be all the devoted care."
I bit harder, increasing the hidden rhythm, my rear meeting his thighs in silent, rhythmic contact. My full breasts swayed with each unseen motion. My most sensitive spot rubbed against his sac. Pleasure coiled tightly inside me.
"I do feel wonderful," I sighed, letting the sound pass as simple contentment. "Looking after Ethan has been incredibly… satisfying. He's so strong and capable… even like this he keeps every moment full."
His thickness pulsed within me, leaking steadily, the crown brushing my deepest point with each descent. I reached back unseen and cradled his sac, rolling it tenderly while I kept smiling at my husband.
"I love you, Mark," I said softly, voice trembling only slightly as my peak gathered. "You have no idea how much I'm cherishing this time with our boy."
Mark's expression warmed. "Love you too, babe. Give Ethan a kiss from me, will you?"
"Oh, I will," I promised, tone growing richer.
I drove down firmly—once, twice, three times—circling with deliberate pressure while my face stayed serene for the camera. Ethan's frame went rigid beneath me. His girth reached its limit.
The first powerful surge erupted deep inside.
Warm. Thick. Relentless.
Jet after heavy jet flooded my core as I gazed straight into my husband's eyes and murmured, "I love you, Mark. Everything here is in excellent hands."
Ethan came in total silence yet with shattering intensity—his hips jerking helplessly beneath me, filling me with wave after wave while I tightened and coaxed every pulse. I shattered alongside him, my inner muscles clenching wildly around his buried length as warm bursts spilled around him, soaking his sac and the sheets. My thighs quivered. My vision hazed. Yet my smile never wavered for the screen.
Mark grinned, blissfully unaware. "You two are the greatest. I'll call again soon. Keep up the wonderful work, Lila."
"I always will," I breathed, still rocking gently through the lingering tremors, still holding every drop of my stepson's fresh release.
The call ended.
The instant the screen darkened I collapsed forward with a raw moan.
"Oh, sweetheart… you gave me so much while I told your father how much I love him. Feel it? I'm overflowing with your warmth. I spoke to my husband while your seed dripped down my thighs."
I rose slowly, letting his spent length slip free with a lush, slick sound. Thick rivers of creamy essence poured from me onto his stomach—his generous offering blended with my own release.
I gathered a little on two fingers and savored it slowly, eyes locked on his.
"Such a wicked, perfect boy," I whispered. "Releasing inside me while I reassured your father about my care. No shame… only pure heat. And we'll repeat this every time he calls."
Even drained, his manhood twitched faintly, already hinting at renewed life at the memory.
I kissed him deeply, sharing the mingled taste on my tongue.
"Tomorrow we advance to the next level of attention," I murmured against his lips. "Every part of the body needs thorough cleansing… including Mommy's tight rear. And since your hands remain useless… I'll show you exactly how good it feels when I tend to you there as well."
His eyes fluttered shut in surrender.
To be continued.
End of the chapter: 10.