Overflowing

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!

A massive, thick torrent of cum poured deep inside, thoroughly flooding her inner folds and filling every last bit of space between her womb and her cervix to the absolute brim.

"Ahn... ahnn... ahnn... you came inside me..." Natasha gasped softly, her eyes wide as a intense, throbbing warmth spread deep within her stomach.

"Your pussy tastes incredible, Natasha. I'm glad you enjoyed every bit of me filling you up," Carl whispered, slowly withdrawing his massive shaft from her slick entrance.

Splurrt...

"Ahh... look at your cum... it's overflowing..." Natasha murmured, reaching down to touch her sensitive core. A tangled mess of guilt, shock, and lingering euphoria washed over her face as she felt his warm seed dripping down her inner thighs.

"That's completely normal—that's what happens with a real dick, Natasha," Carl said smoothly, rubbing his glans along her cleft to tease her further, eager to score even more.

"Ahn... ahn... this isn't even a safe day for me! How could you just cum inside without asking? What if I end up pregnant...?" She couldn't do anything to reverse the mess now; the deed was already done, and her body was thoroughly marked.

"Don't worry about it too much, Natasha. Just take a morning-after pill later," Carl replied casually. He could feel his shaft growing rock-hard all over again. It was already time for round two.

"You really are a bad... bad boy," she sighed, lacking the energy or willpower to dwell on her flooded womb any further.

"How about round two, Natasha? You said you wanted to savor every second of this because we're never doing it again, right? So let's make the absolute most of it." Carl lined his cock up at her dripping entrance once more, but before he could push back inside, his luck finally ran out.

Knock! Knock!

"Mom? Carl? Are you two in there? Please open the door, I brought the drinks and sandwiches!" Aria's cheerful voice echoed from the hallway outside. Her daughter had finally finished in the kitchen.

"We have to stop right now... My daughter is right outside the door," Natasha whispered in a panic. She frantically pulled the bedsheet up over her bare body, while Carl smoothly pulled his trousers back up and secured his belt.

"How about we pick up where we left off next time, Ms. Natasha? Your pussy clearly needs a lot more training," Carl teased quietly, dusting off his shirt as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.

"N-No... that was just a sudden, foolish lapse in judgment! We can never do this again, do you understand? Now please, open the door..." Natasha pleaded softly, trying her best to put on a calm, composed face even as her core remained thoroughly soaked with his seed.

"Heh, well, that's a shame. But don't worry, I'll be visiting often since we're neighbors," Carl smirked, stepping over to the bedroom door.

Creak...

"Oh! You sure took your time opening up, Carl! My arms were starting to fall asleep out here..." Aria pouted playfully, crossing her arms. How could a boy make a pretty girl wait outside like that?

"I'm really sorry about that, Aria. Your mother's leg cramps were pretty severe, so she needed a bit more physical therapy on her feet before she could move. I didn't mean to keep you waiting outside."

[ Aria's Affection decreased to 4%! ] (Current Mood: Grumpy and neglected.)

'Wow, another surprise,' Carl noted internally. It was his first time seeing a target's affection meter drop.

"Hmph, well, at least you were helping my mom out. I guess I can forgive you for that," Aria grumbled, handing the tray of food and drinks over to him.

"Haha, yes. Ms. Natasha is feeling much better now. She just needs a little rest, and she'll be back to her usual routine by tonight." Carl licked his lips discreetly as he looked at Aria. She was clearly a pristine, untouched virgin.

'Ahh, I hope your pussy tastes like sweet vanilla, Aria. Just you wait—it won't be long before I take your virginity too,' Carl thought, placing the tray onto the bedside table.

"Are you really feeling alright now, Mom? Did you push yourself too hard during the yoga class?" Aria asked softly, sitting on the edge of the mattress and taking her mother's hand with genuine concern.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'm feeling much better now thanks to Carl," Natasha said, trying desperately to keep her composure while praying her daughter wouldn't notice she was completely naked under the covers!

"Hmm... well, that's good to hear then. Wait, why is your wedding frame with Dad lying face down like this?" Aria noticed the picture on the nightstand, picking it up to set it upright again.

"Ahh... I must have knocked it over by mistake, my dear. Hehe, my memory is getting worse as I get older."

"That's so strange... You never let that frame fall, Mom, especially when Dad is away on a business trip." Aria tilted her head in confusion. As far as she knew, her mother treasured that wedding photo above almost everything else, yet here it was discarded face down as if she were trying to hide something shameful.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I was just feeling a little disoriented from the leg pain, really," Natasha smiled weakly, a tiny bead of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

"Hah, alright then, Mom." Aria stood up, taking a sip from her glass of milk. "Are you heading out now, Carl? Why don't you stay for a little bit so we can chat?"

"My sister is still waiting for me back at the studio, Aria. I think I've stayed away for a bit too long already. How about I come back over to visit you another time?" Carl glanced toward Natasha, flashing her a knowing, mischievous look.

"Aww, that's a shame, but I understand. You're definitely welcome to visit whenever you want—we're neighbors, after all!" Aria smiled. Her daily life was usually pretty quiet, so having a handsome guy around to talk to sounded like a fantastic way to keep things interesting.

"Then I certainly won't turn down an invitation from a girl as gorgeous as you." Carl's new life was turning out to be endlessly entertaining. A stunning MILF mother and her pristine virgin daughter living right next door—what more could he ask for?

'Life is good, no doubt about it. I guess dying from a freak accident in a bathroom wasn't such a bad trade-off after all,' Carl mused. If reincarnating meant enjoying a life like this, then he would be more than happy with his fate.

"Hah, what a cheeky boy you are! I guess you're not just some boring, timid guy after all," Aria laughed, flipping her long hair over her shoulder with an appreciative grin.