Chapter 7: Mommy’s Call

Arthur carried her into the kitchen. Iris was unusually tall for a woman, so she was no lightweight, but he handled her with surprising ease.

"Sit," he ordered with that strong voice once again.

Iris blinked at the firm command in his voice, then obediently settled into a chair. At that moment, she would probably obey any of his orders.

Arthur filled a glass with water and handed it to her. "Drink."

She took a sip.

"Drink all of it."

"Yes, master," she mumbled, teasing him with a smile.

Arthur didn’t blush; he only looked at her with worry, making sure she would drink all the water. Once he was satisfied, Arthur found something for her to eat and placed it in front of her.

Iris couldn’t help biting her lower lip as she watched him. Arthur had always seemed so gentle and easygoing. Yet now, when someone needed him, he could suddenly become firm, confident, and decisive.

Maybe she had been looking at him the wrong way. She had thought she would need to teach him everything about dating. Instead, it seemed all he needed was a little push.

With his looks and this strong side of him, it was just a matter of time before he had his hands full with women. There was nothing to worry about.

Iris smiled softly... If he had spoken to Clarice with that tone, he could probably have put her in her place.

The fantasy sounded hot, but she shook her head, burying the thought deep.

"Okay, thank you for the help," she finally said, recovering herself. "I’m going to get more comfortable."

Before Arthur could say anything, she disappeared into her room, removing her work clothes, her bra, and even her panties, which were too damp to be worn.

She reached for a pair of tight, small shorts she liked to sleep in, and a white shirt two sizes too big for her, which still felt quite tight around her chest. But Iris didn’t even give that much thought.

However, when she stepped out of her room, Arthur almost had a heart attack. Her now-stiff nipples were practically poking holes through the fabric, and her legs were completely bare.

"Let’s play some Mario Kart?" she asked, leaning into him.

"Okay," Arthur agreed, after checking on her once more.

The first race began. Iris selected Rainbow Road, which was probably a terrible choice, considering how much she had drunk.

As expected, Arthur was winning comfortably, dodging her shells and taking corners cleanly, when he noticed she’d gone quiet.

He glanced over. Iris was still holding her controller, but her thumbs had stopped moving. Her head had tipped back against the couch cushion.

Her glasses had slid halfway down her nose. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips parted, still faintly red from the lipstick that had worn off during the evening.

Her legs were stretched out in front of her, the micro shorts riding up even higher. And her massive tits rose and fell with each deep breath.

"Thank you for taking care of me..." she murmured before her eyes fell shut and she fell asleep.

Seeing it, the man turned the video game off, stole the controller from her, and stood up slowly.

From the bedroom, he retrieved a blanket and covered her with it. Very gently, he also slid her glasses off her face.

Then he adjusted the cushion beneath her head, tilting it slightly so her neck wouldn’t cramp.

Arthur also washed the dishes and helped organize the place, which was quite a mess. Iris probably worked almost all day and had no time to keep her house in order.

Just like that, he pulled an all-nighter and decided to go back to Amanda’s house.

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A few hours earlier, Amanda was cooking when she received the message that Arthur would sleep at a friend’s house.

"I wonder what he is doing?" she murmured, remembering that he had gone to drink with Iris earlier.

Could it be that the two of them were actually together? The idea, as absurd as it sounded, made Amanda’s nipples stiffen.

"No, no... Of course not. He probably saw someone he knew at the bar and is now at a friend’s house. Arthur is a good boy, so I don’t need to worry," she concluded.

With a soft smile, she turned her attention back to the food she was cooking. Unfortunately, Arthur wouldn’t be coming to share a meal with her. She was curious to know whether he would like the beef bourguignon she had made. The French dish was a recipe she had never tried before.

After eating, the woman went to bed. Arthur had been there for less than a week, but she already missed him. The house felt so silent when she was alone, especially at night.

She reached for her cellphone, looking for some distraction while she waited for sleep to claim her. Almost unconsciously, she opened the site where she normally reads erotic stories.

She switched her phone to dark mode before turning off the lights. Hidden beneath the blanket, she kept the phone in her right hand while her left slowly wandered beneath the covers.

Her cunt was already dripping wet, just as expected. Her wet folds easily accepted the entrance of two fingers.

For maybe ten minutes, she held on, only softly rubbing her clit as she blushed while reading the story.

It was a silly plot about a mother who saw her son’s big cock by accident and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The story gave almost no description of the actual son, besides the fact that his cock was apparently wonderful.

And, as if to fill the gap, Amanda’s brain went immediately to someone she knew very well. Or, better yet, she imagined an idealized version of Arthur.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking of him like that, and embarrassment crept through her whole body. She almost stopped reading.

But then a change happened in the plot, and the son, who had only been passive, began to grow more aggressive. Instinctively, Amanda reacted, rubbing her clit furiously.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

She had always masturbated often, and with Arthur around, she had gone without for so long.

Once she realized it, her body was burning too much for her to stop. Amanda couldn’t even hold back her slut-sounding moan as her cellphone slipped from her fingers.

She cupped her big, sensitive breasts with her right hand, and with her left, she reached for the first drawer of her dresser, where she kept her toys.

The woman quickly grabbed the biggest one, a vibrating dildo, and pressed it firmly against her pussy while aggressively playing with her sensitive nipples.

The mix of pain and pleasure made her moan louder. She thrust the toy inside herself, matching the frantic rhythm of her pulse, her hips bucking off the bed as the vibration sent shockwaves through her core.

Her mind flooded with images of Arthur, his hands, his voice, his muscular chest, and it undid her completely.

Within moments, her climax crashed over her like a wave. Her back arched, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her inner walls clenched violently around the silicone. She flooded her bed with arousal, dirtying it.

She rode out every spasm, her body trembling uncontrollably. As the last shudders rippled through her, a thin trickle of milk began to bead at her sore, overstimulated nipples, dripping down her chest.

"Fuck..." she murmured, her body growing limp and heavy, sinking slowly into the damp sheets as the world blurred at the edges.