Chapter 24: Dawn
The first thing Lori felt was the deep, familiar ache, a pleasant soreness that radiated from her core. The second was the solid, warm pressure buried deep inside her. She swam up from the depths of sleep, not to alarm, but to a lazy, contented awareness. Colt was pressed against her back, his breathing slow and even against her neck, his arm draped heavily over her waist. And he was hard. Already, in his sleep, he was partially erect, nestled snugly in the cleft of her ass.
She smiled into the pillow, not opening her eyes. The deck around them was still shrouded in the deep blue of pre-dawn, the festive lights on the railing casting a soft, colorful glow. The air was cold enough to raise goosebumps on her exposed shoulders, but under the thick blanket, wrapped in his heat, she was perfectly warm.
She felt him stir, his hips giving a subtle, unconscious roll. The pressure inside her intensified. He was slipping deeper, his semi-hardness firming up against the warm, relaxed channel of her body. A soft, dreamy moan escaped her lips. Her body, even in slumber, knew his. It opened for him, accepting him without conscious thought.
His arm tightened around her. "You awake?" his voice was a sleep-rough murmur against her ear.
"Mmhmm," she hummed, pushing back against him, a slow, deliberate grind that seated him fully. "Now I am."
"Good." He kissed the nape of her neck, his lips warm. "Dreamt about this. Waking up inside you."
"Me too," she whispered, though she hadn't. Her dreams were often vague, peaceful things. But this, the reality of him, was better than any dream.
He began to move, a slow, languid rhythm that was less about passion and more about presence. There was no urgency, just the slow, gentle glide of his cock in her well-used passage. It was a reclamation, a reaffirmation of the night before. Each lazy stroke reminded her of his possession, of the promises whispered under the stars.
"You're so loose for me this morning," he breathed, his hand sliding down from her waist to splay across her lower belly, pressing down as he pushed in. "So open. I can feel every fucking inch."
"You stretched me out so good last night," she murmured, arching her back to give him a better angle. "I can still feel you. I feel… claimed."
"That's because you are." His thrusts gained a fraction more purpose, a little more depth. "Gonna claim you again. Right here. While the sun comes up."
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation. It was a luxurious, melting pleasure, a deep internal massage that stoked the embers of her desire into a slow, steady burn. The world was quiet, save for their synchronized breathing and the soft, wet sound of their joining. The sky began to lighten, the deep blue fading to a pale, milky grey.
A floorboard creaked inside the house.
Lori’s eyes fluttered open. The kitchen light was on, casting a sharp, yellow rectangle onto the deck boards. She didn't tense up. Instead, she relaxed further into Colt's embrace. She knew who it was.
The screen door opened with a soft sigh, and Nance stepped out, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. She was bundled in one of Lori's thick, worn robes, her hair, the same shade of blonde as her sister's, a messy bun. She paused for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, taking in the scene on the couch: the blanket-covered forms, the rhythmic motion, the way Lori's head was tilted back in pleasure.
A slow, easy smile spread across Nance's face. "Mornin', ya'll," she said, her voice cheerful and utterly unperturbed. She walked over and set one of the mugs on the small table near Lori's head. "Brought you some coffee. Figured you might need it after your… late night."
Colt didn't stop moving. His rhythm remained slow and steady, a possessive, continuous press and retreat inside Lori. "Mornin', Aunt Nance," he said, his voice remarkably even.
Lori turned her head, meeting her sister's twinkling eyes. "Thanks, Nance," she said, a soft gasp punctuating her words as Colt hit a particularly deep spot. "You're a lifesaver."
Nance pulled one of the rocking chairs closer and sat down, cradling her own mug. She took a sip, her gaze openly resting on them. "Don't let me interrupt. Just enjoyin' the view. It's a damn sight better than anything on TV."
Lori laughed, a breathy, delighted sound that was cut short by a sharp intake of breath as Colt's hand slid from her belly to between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. "Oh!... Colt, baby…"
"See?" Nance said, rocking gently. "Told you. A real-life romance channel." She winked at Lori. "He's lookin' good, sis. Fillin' out real nice."
"He is," Lori agreed, her eyes fluttering shut again as Colt's fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles. The dual sensations—the deep, full feeling of him moving inside her ass and the sharp, focused pleasure on her clit—were pushing her rapidly towards the edge. "He's… everything."
Colt's pace began to quicken, the lazy rhythm giving way to something more insistent. The gentle possessiveness was shifting into a raw, hungry need. He buried his face in her hair, his breathing becoming ragged. "Gonna come, Mom," he grunted, his voice low and thick. "Gonna fill this perfect ass up again. Make it mine for the whole damn day."
"Do it," Lori urged, pushing back against him fiercely. "Fill me up, baby. Let everyone see what you've done to me."
That was all he needed. His thrusts became hard, final, driving into her with a force that shook the couch. He held her tight, his body stiffening as he emptied himself deep inside her with a guttural groan. Lori cried out, her own orgasm cresting, a wave of blinding pleasure that convulsed through her, making her toes curl and her back arch violently.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged pants and the gentle creak of Nance's rocking chair.
Colt slowly, carefully, pulled out, and Lori felt the now-familiar warm trickle start almost immediately. He collapsed beside her, his arm still around her.
Nance took a final sip of her coffee and stood up. "Well, that was a hell of a good morning show," she said with a grin. "I'll get started on the bacon. Don't take too long, now. A growing boy needs his breakfast." She gave them a last, fond look and disappeared back into the house, the screen door slapping softly behind her.
Colt brushed a stray strand of hair from Lori's damp forehead. "You okay?"
"More than okay," she whispered, turning to face him. She kissed him, soft and deep. "I'm perfect." She shifted, wincing slightly at the tenderness, and swung her legs off the couch. The chilly morning air hit her naked skin, and she shivered. The deck was bathed in the pale, golden light of the newly risen sun, the festive lights now dim. She stood, stretching her arms overhead, feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles, the slow leak of his seed down her thigh. She made no move to cover herself.
She looked down at Colt, who was watching her with heavy-lidded, sated eyes. His cock, already softening, was glistening with their mixed fluids. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"The day's not done with you yet," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
She knelt on the rough wooden planks, the cold a sharp contrast to the warmth between her legs. She took him in her hand, not to guide him, but to admire him. Even semi-soft, he was impressive, thick and veined, a testament to his youth and virility. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
She didn't tease. She took him deep, her throat relaxing, her tongue flattening to accommodate his girth. She sucked him back to full, rigid hardness with a focused, hungry intensity. Her head bobbed, a slow, steady rhythm, her hand working his base, her other hand cupping and massaging his balls. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and innocent, a stark contrast to the filthy, worshipful act she was performing.
"Christ, Lori," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He didn't thrust; he let her work, let her have her fill. His head fell back against the couch cushions, his abs clenching.
The screen door opened again. Nance stood there, a package of bacon in her hand. She didn't seem surprised. She leaned against the doorjamb, watching with a frank, appreciative gaze. "Need any help in there, Lori? Looks like a handful."
Lori pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "I've got it," she said, her voice hoarse. "But he produces so much… might need a second mouth later."
Nance laughed, a rich, warm sound. "You just say the word, honey." She went back inside, leaving the door open a crack.
Lori dove back down, her enthusiasm redoubled. The knowledge that her sister was watching, approving, even offering to join in, sent a fresh thrill through her. She took him as deep as she could, letting him hit the back of her throat, swallowing around him. She moaned, the vibration traveling straight through his cock. She was lost in it, in the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue, the muffled sounds of his pleasure.
She felt him swell, the tension coiling in his body. "Gonna come," he warned, his voice strained.
She didn't pull away. She increased her pace, her suction becoming almost violent in its need. She wanted it. All of it.
With a loud, raw cry, he erupted. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, hot and bitter. She swallowed quickly, but as always, the volume was too much. Thick, copious ropes of cum filled her mouth, overflowing, spilling down her chin. She kept sucking, milking him dry, until he was shuddering and spent.
When he finally slipped from her lips, she knelt back, panting. Her face was a mess, his seed coating her lips, her chin, dripping onto her breasts. She looked like a glazed pastry. She smiled up at him, a blissful, debauched smile.
"Breakfast is ready!" Nance called from inside.
Colt looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe, lust, and deep affection. "You're a fucking miracle," he breathed.
She got to her feet, feeling the cum drip between her breasts. She made no attempt to wipe it away. "Come on, then," she said, turning towards the house. "Let's eat."
She walked towards the open door, completely naked, proudly displaying the evidence of her son's love. The cool morning air kissed her cum-slicked skin as she stepped into the warm, bacon-scented kitchen, leaving the brightening dawn behind.