Slut Rose: It's Out of Hand, Part 3
When I woke up the next morning, I blinked, looking around at my strange surroundings. Then I remembered I was over at Mateo's house. And I was still in Gabby's bed. She was sleeping on her side, her arm draped over my chest, her head buried in my shoulder. She was still sleeping soundly. The sheets were wet with our perspiration and body fluids and the room reeked of sex. Emmanuelle and George were no where to be found.
I peeled myself out from underneath Gabby's arm and started looking for my clothes. I remembered that I'd left them in the living room and prayed to God that they'd still be there. As quietly as I could, I crept out of the room and down the stairs. I didn't want to run into anyone... especially Emmanuelle. My cock was still raging hard so I knew the drug was still in my system. Gauging from the reactions of Emmanuelle, Gabby, and George, the more you got sprayed the worse your addiction and need. So I was lucky I was only sprayed the once.
I found my clothes right where they got tossed, dressed, and quickly slipped out the sliding door and ran home. It was late enough in the morning that both my mom and dad were working, so I slipped into the shower to clean off, then sat in the living room, thinking about what had happened over the last two weeks.
In just the two weeks that Mateo had the spray, his entire family were completely addicted to it... his mom especially. And now she seemed to be the one in control of it. I wondered where Mateo was and how he was dealing with it. I picked up my phone and tried to call him, but there was no answer.
So... for the moment... it was all about going on with life as normal as possible.
It took me several days for my erection to finally subside and for my desire for sex to diminish. Those days were definitely filled with watching porn, fantasizing, and masturbating. Several times I felt a desire to see my mom naked... a few times I had to fight the urge to actually come on to her. And too many times I had to stop myself from going over to Mateo's house. I felt a very strong desire to feel the effects of the spray again. It was definitely intoxicating.
Over the next week, I drove by his house to and from the college, going to my classes, but nothing looked different. Mateo's car was never in the driveway and I never saw him on campus, which was very strange. And he never returned my calls... even though I tried several times each day. I was getting really worried about him.
On Wednesday, a full four days since I had succumbed to the spray, I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize as I sat in the living room, waiting for my mom and dad to come home. Hoping it was Mateo texting from a new number, I opened the text app on my phone and found it was a video... with the initial image very provocative. It was a woman holding a phone with the camera pointed at a mirror to record her image. While I couldn't see her face, her body was incredible. She was wearing a zip-up top with the zipper half-way down and below, a pair of small, black, lace panties. I just knew it had to be Emmanuelle.
I couldn't help myself and pressed the button to start playing it.
"Mmmm... just wanted to make my favorite boy a video," she said, panning the camera around her body. She bent over the end of the bed slightly, exposing her ass to the camera. "There's that ass," she said, smacking it. "I need a good spanking because I've been a bad, bad girl."
My expectation that it was Emmanuelle was true and her face finally came into view as the camera panned up and down her beautiful body.
"You hurry over," she said, licking her lips. "I want to play with you."
I could feel an urge building inside me. An urge to go back over the Mateo's house and be with her. I could feel myself getting harder, my body responding to the sexual stimulus in ways I never thought possible before. The video panned down her body, and then turned directly at her, zooming in closer to show her panties. They had some sheerness to them and I could just make out her bush and lips hidden behind the material.
"Look at those pretty panties covering that wet little pussy," she said, stroking her pussy over the thin material. She pulled at her panties, pulling them tighter against her crotch. "Do you see it? Yes you do." Her hand resumed stroking, sliding inside her panties to touch her naked flesh.
I shuddered and realized that I'd unfastened my pants already, my hard cock in my hand being stroked. When in the hell had I done that? I felt guilty at first, thinking that my mom or dad could just walk in on me. But a second later I didn't care... it felt far too good to stop.
"Ooh, yeah, just thinking about you got it nice and wet," she moaned softly and pulled her panties away to show her bush behind them. "Mmm, see? Look at that pretty pussy, so juicy wet. Remember how you loved eating it? Remember how you absolutely devoured it to get all my creamy cum over and over? I sure do!"
The video panned back up her body, over her firm abdomen and her big tits. She smiled into the camera, a wicked, lustful, needy smile, then she pulled her top off one arm then the other, dropping it to the floor.
"I remember a lot of what we did... all the yummy... fucking. You know I need you again. Your mommy needs you." She put the phone down on something sturdy, pointed at the bed, as she slid over the covers on her knees. She squeezed her boobs for a moment as she spread her legs, offering a wonderful view of her entire naked body to my feasting eyes.
"Mommy wants to play with her good little boy," she said gasping as her hand moved over top of her panties, stroking her overheated clit. "You like these see-through panties?" Her eyes were locked on mine, with that devious, sexy smile on her lips. Even though she was on camera, it was as if she was really talking to me. And she knew exactly how I'd respond.
She lay back on the bed and slid her panties over her hips and down and off her legs. Then, giggling, she slingshot her panties at the camera and I groaned as they obviously flew over it. I so wished they had hit me. My hand continued to stroke my shaft and I was breathing harder. This was definitely getting to me. I was even wondering if I could run over there... or better yet, drive, because I'd be there faster... just to fuck her.
She moved again, kneeling on the bed, her right hand snaking down to play with her bare pussy.
"Yes... mommy loves to play." Her fingers were circling and circling around her clit. I felt I could practically smell her scent and had an incredibly strong desire to move my face so close to her crotch. "Oh, yeah, right there," she whispered, her fingers sliding inside, too. "Mmmm, let mommy's pussy cum for you, baby. Oh yes!" She was panting, obviously so very excited. I imagined just how hot and wet her pussy would feel on my lips... and squeezing my cock.
"Mommy wants her big boy inside. Yeah, show me how big you get when you're inside me... filling me up... fucking me. I want to feel that big dick inside mommy's pussy." Her fantasy... memory... was exciting her and making her hand move faster and faster on her pussy, swirling over and around her clit, teasing it. "Oh my God, yeah, tease that clit. Oh, yeah, just like that. Oooh, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
She was whimpering as her free hand squeezed her breast hard. God, she looked so incredibly sexy!
"Please... let mommy cum on that fucking dick. Let mommy cum on that dick. Let mommy cum... mmhmm... make mommy cum."
She suddenly pulled her hand away. Her body was shaking, right on the edge of her orgasm. Her control was incredible! I, on the other hand, wasn't so controlled. My hand was flying up and down my shaft, needing... demanding... release.
She suddenly looked at the camera, breathing hard, her body shaking. "Mommy wants to feel you cum. Can you do that for me? Will you give me your cum?"
