"Mmm-hmmm," I say.
"I can hear it in your voice," says my mom. "I think there's definitely something in your throat. You should come home. I'll make you some orange Jell-O with the cream sauce that you like."
About to get my own cream sauce right now, thanks.
I pull off. I open my mouth at the end so there's no popping sound this time.
"Yeah, thanks mom. Love you. But I'll be fine. Iz and I are just going to hang out, watch movies, and go to bed."
I resume sucking. Jasmine resumes clenching.
"Well, okay," says my mom. "Call me if you start to feel sick. Have you taken your temperature?"
I pull off.
"I do feel a little hot," I say as I look directly into Jasmine's eyes. She slaps her dong all over my face in tiny little bobs. Then I resume sucking.
"Well, go to bed early," she says, "and don't do anything taxing. Don't eat any rich food."
Jasmine comes in my mouth. Gobs of ooey gooey cum flow in and around my teeth, my tongue, and my throat. Yet again she's like a raging hot white river.
"Did you hear me, Annika?" says my mom.
Shit, I can't quite answer yet.
Too.
Much.
Cum.
One.
Sec.
Please.
I swallow, but some goes up my windpipe. I cough.
"Annika, are you all right?!" says my mom.
I'm in a full-on coughing fit now. Jasmine pulls away from me, laughing hysterically.
"I'm fine, Mom," I say in a gravelly voice that sounds like it's from the netherworld. I cough again. A gob of white falls out of my mouth onto the floor.
"You sound awful!" she says. "You need to come home right now!"
"I'm fine," I say, with another cough. "I'm fine, mom. Look, I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Well... okay. Call me later."
"Okay, mom. Bye."
I click off and cough a few more times.
"That was epic!" says Jasmine.
"Yeah, it was pretty cool," I say with a laugh as I look at myself in the mirror. Cum is splattered all over my face.
But there's still some dripping from Jasmine's dick. I scoot over to get every last tasty drop.
Waste not, want not.
Chapter 29
"So how long has your mom treated you like that?" says Jasmine as she eats a forkful of fried rice.
"Oh, pretty much since the day I was born," I say.
We're sitting on high barstools, eating Chinese food from the tall countertop between Jasmine's kitchen and living room. It was delivered somewhere between drinks three and four. Or maybe four and five. Stopped counting a while back. Better that way.
"You got to move that fine ass of yours out, girl," says Jasmine.
"Wish I had a dime for every time Iz has said that to me," I say.
"Iz? Oh, Isabella! I should text her. She needs to get her tasty butt over here to partake in these festivities."
I get a flash of licking Jasmine's cock as it enters Iz's pussy. I freeze for a second, enjoying the image, then return to eating.
Jasmine gets her phone and texts furiously.
We're quite a pair, both of us still naked.
I've been naked a lot lately, haven't I?
Feels good.
Now I know why Iz enjoys it so much.
I look over at the garden through the picture window. The early evening sun is back. Everything outside is covered with a glistening sheen. Florida T-storms may be violent, but they go away fast leaving a steamy glow behind.
Jasmine puts her phone down and bites into a boneless sparerib with a frown.
"Everything okay?" I say.
"Message from our new IT guy," she says. "One of our accounts was hacked."
"Shit, that doesn't sound good. What does that mean?"
"He just said not to upload or download anything for a until he fixes it. About two hours. Good kid, this new guy. Very sharp. Finding a lot of shit the old guy missed. He's also one of Damien's students."
"Students?" I say as I dip an eggroll in duck sauce with hot mustard and then bite into it.
"Yes, didn't you know? Damien teaches geeky guys how to pick up women."
I laugh, then cough again. I sip some drink. Ah, better.
"Are you serious?" I say. "He does not!"
"Damien is a man of many talents. He picks and chooses them. It's a hobby. Never charges them. It's his way of assuaging his guilt for having so much pussy, I guess. That's actually how I got to know him so well."
I know some of that story, but I don't let on.
Jasmine's phone vibrates. She picks it up and reads a text.
"Isabella is coming over," she says. "Yay!"
"I need to apologize to her," I say.
"Damn straight you do!"
"The two of you have been talking, haven't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," she says with a piece of fried shrimp in her mouth, "talking... other things."