Homecoming 2: Dreams are Made of…_(3)

“Carlota, iha” began Margaret. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, when are you going to give me a grandchild?” Her eyes were focused on her daughter, expecting an answer.
Carlota almost choked on her tea when she heard the question. Having child had always plagued her mind but she wasn’t so sure she was ready, Conor always kept saying he was but stayed supportive to her when she said she wasn’t, but she could also feel his frustration of being married for two years now and still have no child to love and cherish. Carlota took a deep breath, “We’re still in the planning stage, mama, I don’t want to go and head in first without making sure we can fully support the baby”
“Heavens, my god, Carlota” said Margaret, “You’re not going to stay young forever, one day you’ll have it harder to make out even with all the sex you two will be doing!”
“I-I know that, mama” Carlota’s face reddened with embarrassment, it was a good thing no one was around to her mum say those words. “I just want to make sure everything’s comfortable for the child one day”
Margaret raised her brow. “Is it because the sex isn’t good?”
“Wha–?! Mama, what are you saying?!” Carlota’s face was totally red and steaming with embarrassment. “Conor’s great in bed, mama”
“Then why do you guys still have no children?” she asked. “I’m getting old, Carlota, I want to still be able to hold my grandchild, you know”
“Mama, I… where is Conor, anyway?” she turned her head towards the front door. “He said he was just going to get some fresh air”
“Don’t change the topic, iha” Margaret placed her hand on top of her daughter’s. “It’s about the sex, isn’t it?”
“Mama!”
— o – o – o —
Julieta could not stop watching, her eyes were on the beautiful cock in front of her. To her eyes it looked like 9 and a half inches and thick. The lush red hair growing around its base climbed up under his shirt, she imagined the thickness of it across his broad, muscular chest. His balls were big and full of cum ready to burst, bouncing up and down with every pump of his hand along its girthy length. Moan escaped his mouth, and with eyes closed, Julieta could peer her entire head against the window. Mercy was peeking through the other window, her cunt already dripping from such a scene but something else caught her attention.
Mercy’s gaze flicked between the handsome, muscular man jacking off in the toilet and the pitch black room of the garage through the gap Conor had left. Light spilled out from the bathroom but it was not enough to scare off the thing that hovered just above the floor. It was faint, but Mercy could sense something was there, watching not only Conor but her as well, something that carried ill-intention towards him and her. Mercy tried her best to watch the man jack his cock, precum drizzling unto the floor, his hand moved fast, harder, his breathing got heavier, tell-tale signs of what was coming, but Mercy was preoccupied with the thing that was now more corporeal, sitting in the dark, it’s twisted face an image of wailing pain, its writhing body twisted into obscene angles, a mouth that was filled with blood, gurgling and dripping into the floor. Mercy pushed back against the wall and stumbled onto the dry earth. Julieta, who didn’t see the entity—now looking at her—watched as Conor moaned louder and released his building orgasm. White thick ropes of cum jettisoned into the air and landed on his thighs, hand, and cock.
Julieta licked her lips and imagined such a big load being deposited into her pussy, she would definitely get pregnant! She heard him sigh and ducked down from the window to find Mercy on the ground still a fazed by what she had seen. Julieta cocked her head, “What are you doing Mercy?! Do you want to get caught masturbating here?!”
“I-I wasn’t masturbating” Mercy whispered, her cheeks were hot red. “I just… fell, that’s all”
“Riiiigggghht” Julieta raised her brow at her friend before pulling her up. “Well, whatever you were doing, we have to get going now before Madame begins looking for us”
Mercy nodded and before Julieta could say anything else, she bolted towards the mansion, leaving horny Julieta alone. The main took one last look at the window, only to find a face looking back at her, contorted and bloodied, Julieta was taken aback too far that she lost balance and fell backwards, but before her head could hit the ground, her eyes suddenly opened and she found herself squatting naked, legs spread apart, the lips of her sex kissing the thickness of a pulsing cock.
She looked down and found Conor, naked and on her bed, inside her old nipa hut, his back against the hard wooden bed made of thin bamboo planks. “What’re you waiting for, love?” asked Conor, his voice oozed with sexual hunger. “I want to be inside you already” he said with a grin before grinding his cock’s length against her moist, lower lips. Julieta immediately lowered her head as she slid down his body until his cock was in front of her.
Julieta wasted no time and swallowed his cock like a hungry animal devouring his meat and slurping all of his leaking juices. “Ah, fuck!” Conor looked down to meet Julieta’s gaze, she could see the fiery passion and lust inside them. She went deeper and faster, his moan of pleasure reverberated throughout the small nipa hut. “I’m—fuck! I’m cumming!” he announced just as jets of thick cream escaped his cock and into Julieta’s waiting throat. She drank every ounce of his cum, relishing its salty-sweet taste. Julieta pulled away, a dribble of cum on her chin, and looked at the man laying on her bed. His cock was still rock hard and he looked at her expecting more.
Julieta positioned herself above his cock and slowly lowered herself down. “Ahh!” she moaned as she reached the base of his cock. “Fuck you are huge! I love it!” yelled Julieta with glee as she raised her hips and slammed down on his cock once more. “Fuck!