Mommy • H.S

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"Harry.. you should go home babe." August sighs, throwing her keys on her kitchen table.

"After all I said?" Harry scoffs

"Harry, honestly, it's illegal and..."

"No one will know, it'll be discrete." Harry whines

"I just," August moans, as his finger delicately trace her thighs., he grips her tightly pushing her roughly on top of the counter.

"Let me fuck you, I show how good I can make you feel." Harry says softly

"Hmm." August moans, his lips peppering kisses on her neck.

"Oh my god, I can't." August whines, trying with all her might to push away this exhilarating feeling Harry provides her.

"Are you wet for me mommy?" Harry moans

"Oh god, don't call me that." August laughs breathlessly

"From the way you squeezed your thighs together, it seems like you like it when I call you that." Harry smirks

"Fuck off." August scoffs

"I'm not even wet, douche." August scoffs

"See, mommy, I've noticed you don't wear any shorts with your little dresses like these. So if I open your legs there won't be a juicy wet stain on your panties?" Harry pouts innocently

"You're bluffing." August stutters

Harry yanks her legs open, shoving her back, "Lies."

"Oh-- oh!" August squeals, her hips flinching harshly, Harry's finger gently touches her clit.

"You like that mommy?" Harry says innocently

"Harry please." August moans, throwing her head back.

"Mommy, you want my cock?" Harry smiles sweetly

"Bet it's small." August rolls her eyes, smirking

"Oh yeah?" Harry chuckles, "Why don't you get on your knees and find out?"

"Fine." August smirks, getting on her knees, her heels clinking on the floor.

"Unbuckle it mommy." Harry smiles sweetly again

"Don't act too cocky." August scoffs

August slowly unzips his pants, gulping as she digs into his boxers. Pulling out his thick, hard c]ock.

"Oh.. my." August gulps, "You're seventeen, why are you so hung?"

"Get on the counter mommy, wanna make you feel good." Harry bites down on his lip, smiling.

August sighs, smirking hopping on the counter. "This is so wrong."

"You weren't saying that when you had your hands wrapped around my d.ick." Harry laughs

"Shut up." August blushes

"Yes, ma'am." Harry smirks

Harry rubs the thin material peeling the material off her soaked, skin. Yanking her panties off, he doesn't know how many times he's imagined this.

"You ready, mommy?" Harry smirks

August feels this deep excitement in the pit of her stomach, too distracted to feel guilty that she's fucking another woman's child. Underage child.

"Oh my-- fuck!" August groans, "God, you just slammed into me." She pants

"Don't you like it rough mommy?" Harry pants, slipping off his shirt.

"Oh my gosh, you have a tattoo?" August gasps

"Niall did it." Harry smirks

Harry nods, pushing into her slowly, then with all his might he grips her body. Shoving himself into her sweat-soaked body.

"Oh no.. Oh my goodness." Her voice vibrates while her body shakes.

"You— you feel so good. Wrapped around me." Harry stutters

"Does it feel good mommy?" Harry breathes

"Tell me mommy, please." Harry whines

August can't even speak, her moans caught up on her throat. While she clings to his strong arms. A loud scream erupts from her trembling lips.

"Come on, don't be shy." Harry chuckles

"It— it feels so good. So good, I can't—" August pants shakily

"What was that mommy?" Harry squeaks

"Your— your—" August squeals

"My what?" Harry moans

"Your cøck," August moans loudly, "is so good, fills me up so well."

"Mm," Harry moans, his lips twisting in pleasure.

"Let's, go upstairs baby." August pants

"Yeah?" Harry pants

"Yes, please." August says, fluttering her tired eyelashes.

August pulls down her dress, grabbing Harry's hand. Leading him upstairs, until they reach her room. Pushing him down on the bed, yanking off his unbuckled pants.

Eagerly she quickly pulls of her dress, kicking off her heels.

"Wanna ride you." August growls, sinking herself on him. Harry groans loudly, gasping loudly.

"Mm, feels good. Mommy." Harry gasps

"Oh my god, baby." August gasps, slamming her thick ass down, over and over again as she bounces on his thick cøck.

"Ah.. Ah!" August squeals

"More, mommy, please more." Harry whines, his cheeks a bright red color.