Cream , Coco Ch. 15

All characters are at least 18 years old.
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I had stopped screaming and gotten myself under control by the time Drew ran over, "under control" being a relative term. After all, I was the one who taught him to stay calm during crisis management; I was no stranger to keeping a level head. Yet for some reason I was especially rattled tonight, so it was fortunate that Drew took charge. He cast one look at the roadkill on my bed and grabbed my hand, leading me away as he whipped his phone out. Sitting me down on the couch and gently turning my chin to face him so I wasn't looking toward my bedroom, he dialed a number. The person on the other end answered on the first ring.
"Hey, it's me," he said grimly, peeking out the windows into the street. "Yeah, we were right. Can you send somebody? What are you talking about? He's mine. You don't understand, he was in our house! Lexi, I swear to God, don't deny me this."
He was calling Lexi? What on earth for? Who was she to him that she was the first person he called, rather than the cops? I couldn't seem to process an answer, or even work through any logic. I was in shock, it seemed. Drew, still on the phone, turned to look at me. His expression went through an evolution of fury, to frustration, and then to worry. Finally he clenched his jaw and sighed, appearing dispirited as if he'd just lost something important.
"Fine. Hurry." With that, he hung up and sat next to me, watching the environs outside like a hawk. It was snowing harder now, making visibility all the more difficult. The snowstorm was moving in.
"It's your dad," I uttered. I hadn't made many enemies. The possible perpetrators made a very short list.
"He's not my dad," Drew growled in response. He closed his eyes and turned to me, not meeting my gaze. "Sorry. I'm not mad at you, it shouldn't have come out that way. I just wanna get you out of here, and I'd rather not talk about him right now."
"We're not calling the police?"
He looked out the window again, narrowing his eyes as if searching for something. Trying to see if he could spy Andras for his long-awaited revenge. "No."
With his ominous answer we fell silent. In a matter of minutes, a luxury sedan pulled up in front of our house, and Drew took my hand again and led me outside through the building snow. A well-groomed gentleman stepped out of the driver's seat and held the backseat door to the car open for us.
"Good evening madame, monsieur," he said politely, allowing us to board before gently closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat himself. He was probably in his late forties with a neatly trimmed mustache and hairstyle, and spoke with a French accent. "My name is Alain. I will be your chauffeur for the evening."
Without waiting to be told where to go, he began driving, heading downtown. I glanced back at our house as it shrank into the distance. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not a trace of any psychotic ex-boyfriends.
"Drew?" He looked over curiously. "Why did you call Lexi?"
"What do you mean?"
I stared at my hands in my lap, feeling silly. Was I getting insecure again? Yes... Yes, I think I was. "We didn't even report the break-in to the authorities. You must trust her a great deal to call her at a time like this..."
"Mom, it's not like that. She's Brie's best friend, and she's loaded, so she can help with stuff like sending a car. And she'll be the one calling it in, saves us the hassle of all those questions."
"That doesn't explain all the other stuff you said to her," I said quietly, and he ran a hand through his hair. "Drew, baby, I'll understand if... I mean, she's younger. Your age. And that night, when you... when that happened, you went straight to her house. Lexi Rochester." The name felt bitter passing over my tongue. I was beginning to feel a bit ill again, when suddenly Drew seized both my hands. He gazed deeply into my eyes, like in those stale romantic films. I must say, it felt completely different in first person.
"Mom, I'll make this transparently clear. I don't have any romantic or sexual feelings for Lexi Rochester. I have never had any romantic or sexual feelings for any woman. Only you." I swear, I blushed so hard and fast I began feeling lightheaded. I glanced at the driver in the rearview mirror, but he didn't react in the slightest. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" The question made my vision snap back to him, in time to see him lean over.
I felt a fleeting panic as Drew and I began making out in the backseat. His lips conveyed everything he wanted to say to me without another word. I could only hope mine were doing the same. I loved him. I was in love with him. The snow seemed to envelop us in our own world, like our own little patch of heaven. And I never wanted to leave.
Of course, Drew had other ideas. We broke apart when the car stopped, and I peered out my window to find valets of the nicest hotel in town. "Madame, monsieur, we 'ave arrived," the chauffeur bursa escort announced. He held up a key card, a number written neatly on its paper sleeve. "Your accommodations, monsieur. Enjoy your evening."
"Thanks, Alain," Drew said, taking the key card and leading me off the car and into the hotel lobby. We walked right past concierge and into the elevators, where I had to visibly resist reenacting those elevator make out scenes in the movies. Drew led the way into a luxury suite, and I marveled at the decor. There was a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi, and a beautiful view of the city.
"I thought we were hiding," I chuckled softly. "Looks like we're celebrating instead."
Drew checked his watch. "It just ticked over to Christmas Eve. Maybe we should celebrate."
I was stood by the window, looking out at the snowfall. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, planting a kiss on my temple. I held onto his forearms, savoring the warmth of his body against mine.
"I love this," I whispered. "Being with you. But you know this can't last forever, right?"
"Why not?" he asked, and I turned to face him, expression steeped in nostalgia.
"You can't be so naive, Drew. You're gonna go away for college next year. You'll meet some girl your age, and she'll make you happy." Tears started to trail out of my eyes. "You'll get married. Have kids of your own. Grow old together. And by then, I'll..." I sniffled, a bittersweet smile on my face. Drew's expression remained stony until I took a steadying breath.
"Are you done?" I looked up at him questioningly. "No way in hell I'm leaving town. Not even one town over where the top-tier and state schools are. I'm going to the local community college and staying right here. With you. Because it's where I belong." He wiped a few tears off my face as I stared at him, horrified. "I love you, mom. And I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with you."
"No," I croaked. The waterworks were coming, I could feel it. "I forbid it. Do you hear me, young man? You are going to a full-fledged university and getting an education worthy of you. I will not let you throw your life away for some silly pipe dream fantasy!"
"You know me, mom. You believe in me because of my capabilities. It doesn't translate well into school, but it's useful in other ways. I turn my fantasies into reality. And I don't let anybody change my mind for me." As he spoke, I felt my chest tighten. This wasn't happening. "I know what I want. This is me taking it."
No. No no no. This wasn't possible. After everything I'd done to be a good mother, this was how it ended? Had I never considered that it was I who would be his undoing, who would be the greatest threat to his future?
Our first duty as parents is to protect them. From danger. From the world. From themselves.
I had failed.
I was sobbing when he kissed me again, and I clung onto him as I collapsed in despair. He held me tight, petting my hair and hushing me gently. It felt as if I were going through an out-of-body experience, watching everything happen to myself as Drew shuffled us over to the bed. I watched as he slipped my dress off. I watched as he removed his own clothes. And suddenly we were tangled up in the blankets, our underwear on the floor as we exchanged passion with our lips.
By now he knew my body inside out, and his fingers delicately brushed across my skin, setting my nerves on fire. He nibbled my ears and sucked on my neck, and I drew my nails across his back, begging for more. His breathing was heavy, and he pulled away. I looked up at him, wondering why he stopped. That's when I saw his massive member lined up with my sex. My heart skipped a beat. He wasn't wearing protection. Drew looked at me with eyes full of need, waiting for permission. Afterwards, I told myself that it was because I'd just cried and, with my tightened throat, couldn't get the words out to deny him. That it wasn't because I wanted him too. But it was a lie.
I reached out for him, and ever so slowly he entered me, falling into my embrace. I shuddered as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. How was it possible that I was this tight after childbirth? The dildo that Sasha used on me in the shop didn't even compare. I gasped in a little pain and a lot of satisfaction, my eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he went deeper and deeper.
He bottomed out in me, his crown touching some place deep inside that would allow him to go no further. I looked down at where we were joined, contracting in arousal when I saw I'd managed to fit his entire length. My legs were quivering uncontrollably, and his breath was unsteady. He gazed at me with such a whirlwind of emotions that I regretted ever pushing him away.
Drew began moving, and my back arched involuntarily at the feeling of his entire shaft withdrawing. It felt like he was pulling my insides out. It felt heavenly. My hands went to his cheeks, cupping his face as we wordlessly succumbed bursa escort bayan to our feelings for each other. Suddenly he went rigid, deep grunts accompanying violent twitches of his cock. My God, my baby was cumming inside me. I couldn't feel any of his fluids in my pussy, meaning they were being released somewhere deeper. Somewhere sinful.
"Baby," I gasped, trying to catch my breath as my mind went into a frenzy. "Did you just cum in me? Oh God, how could you? I could get pregnant!"
He didn't answer for some time, catching his breath before languidly straightening up to look at me. When he answered his voice was gravelly, sounding primal and feral. "Good."
Despite my rational side screaming in horror, my pussy clenched around him at the word. I was even more aroused from his dominance. I was doomed. He pulled out, and I could see an off-white string of liquid linking our nether regions. He inelegantly flipped me over, pushing me into the mattress and entering me once more from behind. I cried out at his rough treatment, feeling even more turned on than before.
"I want you to feel what it's like to raise a child alongside a real father," he rasped, his hips slapping against my ass. "What it's like to be treated like a queen. He didn't deserve you! It's not fair. It's not fair he got to have you first!"
He pulled my hips up and rammed into me savagely, and I could do nothing but feel the side of my face pressed into a pillow as I took his cock. His nails were digging into my thighs, while mine were tearing the sheets off the bed. We weren't making love. We weren't even having sex. He was fucking me. And I loved it.
He stiffened again, letting out a stuttered groan, then sagged against my body. Withdrawing from my core, he collapsed next to me, and I could see his face was tear-stained. Tenderly, I reached out and stroked it, rubbing my thumb through the tear tracks scoring his cheeks.
"It's not fair," he mumbled, gulping down a sob. "He shouldn't have had you first. I hate him so much."
I gazed at him lovingly, then sighed and smiled. I wasn't going to be that mother in that movie we watched. I would not consign him to revenge. "I don't. I thank him every day for what he did." He turned to look at me with such incredulous misery, and I patted his cheek reassuringly. "Andras gave me the single most precious thing in my life. He gave me somebody who I could call my own. Who I could truly love with all my heart."
Drew was left speechless, and instead he pressed his lips together and nodded firmly. I kissed him softly, and finally he found his words. "Body, heart, and soul, mom. They're all yours."
"I would never ask them of you," I murmured.
"I know," he replied. "I give them willingly."
I know to others it might have seemed corny, but it was the most romantic thing I'd ever heard. I kissed him again and realized I couldn't stop. Climbing on top of him, I indulged myself in his lips, cupping his face while I felt his arms around my shoulders. I finally managed to snap out of it and sighed happily, then felt something hard stirring against my thigh. I sat back on my feet and admired his renewed erection, just watching it twitch with need for me. He looked up at me desperately, and I wet my lips.
"Make love to me, Drew," I cooed. I took him in my hands and guided him inside, watching his face contort in ecstasy as he spread me. We stopped and basked in the moment, my walls squeezing him as I sat there, impaled on his rod. When we locked eyes again, I couldn't help but smile nostalgically. "Welcome home, baby."
His eyes widened, his cock swelling in kind, and I began riding him with long deliberate strokes. Each grind earned me a moan, and it was delightful. I leaned down and offered my nipple, and he began drinking from me, gulping down mouthfuls of my milk. It was too late to worry about getting knocked up; might as well go for broke. I wanted him to fill me to the brim with his cum. In fact... perhaps I wanted his baby. It was an erotic thought. But as much as I've wanted a family all these years, I found that it wasn't what I yearned for anymore. I didn't need another baby. I didn't need all the toys, or the rough fucking, any of that. I just needed Drew and his love.
"Mommy," he gasped. He had stopped calling me that years ago, and my heart had broken a little when he did. To hear it now, while he and I were becoming one...
I came, harder than I ever have. My nails dug into his chest, and I could feel him throb violently inside me. Apparently at some point I collapsed onto him, because when I came to I was lain on his chest, looking at him across the pillow. He was fading too, and we exchanged one last declaration of our love before falling asleep in each other's arms.
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I awoke to somebody knocking on the door. Grumbling a bit and squinting against the sunlight seeping through the curtains, I sat up and yawned. Looking down, Drew was still asleep, escort bursa looking so peaceful it made my heart swell. His cock was still inside me, and I shivered with delight. He'd cum in me three times last night. And I was happy.
Another round of knocking made me realize it wasn't part of a dream, and I slowly pulled myself off of Drew's morning wood, letting out a pathetic moan of lust. I quickly wrapped a robe around myself and rushed to the door. On the other side were two police officers.
"Colette Hammond? Good morning, ma'am," one of them said, removing their cap. "Sorry to disturb you this early on a holiday, but we were hoping you could answer a few questions. May we come in?"
"Um, actually," I stammered, looking back toward the bedroom door of the suite. "My son is still sleeping, but I can answer your questions here if you don't mind." I self-consciously attempted straightening my hair. I probably looked freshly fucked -- I was -- and I could feel Drew's cum leaking out of my pussy. It was so hot to think about that I shivered. Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned my son to the officers. What were they thinking right now?
"Of course, not a problem. Are you familiar with an Andras Narai?"
I paused, watching the officers' expressions carefully. "I know him. He's my son's father, but I haven't seen him in years, so saying I'm familiar with him would be a stretch"
"I see. Well apparently you've seen him pretty recently. This past Saturday, at 8:57 p.m., you and he had an altercation on the street. Is that correct?"
"Yes, that's correct. He assaulted my son."
"Was that the last time you saw Mr. Narai?"
I frowned. "Yes."
"Ma'am, where were you and your son last night at around midnight?" the other officer inquired. This was getting alarming.
"I was at a Christmas party."
"Can anybody corroborate that?"
"Many of my colleagues, including my neighbor, Leon Valentine."
"And afterwards?"
"...Came straight here. The snowstorm ruined our vacation plans so we decided to go to a hotel instead." I was actually quite impressed with my lying skills. Of course, it was unwise to practice on the police, but I had a feeling I should leave out finding the dead cat in my home, especially if Andras was involved. "Has something happened?"
The officers looked at each other hesitantly, as if each urging the other to deliver the news. Finally, the first one answered. "Mr. Narai was found at 3 a.m. last night, strung up on a bridge and... heavily maimed." My eyes widened in shock. "You can imagine what it'd be like, out there that late in this weather. He's in the hospital now."
The second officer stepped away, listening to something that just came in over her dispatch radio. "That's... wow," I managed. "Are my son and I suspects?"
"Well, ma'am," the first officer began, before his partner tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear. "Damn. Alright." He turned to me again. "Sorry for bothering you, ma'am. Something's just come up. You have a merry Christmas now."
"Merry Christmas," I echoed, watching them trot down the hotel corridor.
Coming down the opposite way toward me was a familiar face. Sasha's eyes widened in surprise, and they flitted to the police officers before she pulled out her phone and started straightening her hair. She kept going past my open door, and I could see she was using her camera as a mirror. As soon as the cops turned the corner, she doubled back to my room.
"Coco, you are talking to politsiya?" she whispered. "What has happened?"
I ushered her inside, moving her to the sitting area. She glanced into the bedroom at Drew's naked form but made no comment.
"Sasha, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Sasha stay at this hotel," she said simply. "But why are you here?"
I sighed heavily, then explained everything that happened last night, as well as what the cops had told me. I wanted to stay on topic, so I skipped my lovemaking with Drew, though I suspected she'd want to hear about that sooner or later. Part of me was overjoyed to see her again. I could finally tell her my story with Drew, to pay her back for all her help on the matter.
She nodded thoughtfully when I concluded. "So Andras get... how you say... just dessert, yes?" She smiled gleefully, as if she'd gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas.
I scoffed. "I detested the man, but I don't know if 'heavily maimed' was his just desserts."
"No, but it's what was promised to him. You told him you'd carve his eyes out, and Drew vowed to have him castrated. Served to order."
My blood froze in my veins. I stared at the girl sitting across from me, not believing my ears. Her words were horrific enough as it was, but I barely processed them. That wasn't what had me in fight-or-flight.
Her accent was gone. She'd spoken in perfect American English, not a trace of Russian left.
Oh God. Who the hell was she? Were Drew and I in danger? "If you intend to harm my son--"
"Why would I do that? I'm on your side. I've always been on your side," the girl laughed.
"Who are you?" My words came out as barely a whisper. She chuckled once and crossed her legs, her grey eyes glittering.