Finding a Yandere in Reverse World

Chapter 21: I’m Here to Chew Bubble Gum and Fart Cum. And I’m All Out of Cum.

The sharp snap of Erica's sports bra against her skin jolts me from my daze. My eyes trace the curve of the fabric, hypnotized by how it hugs her toned muscles. ‘God, when did I develop this fixation? It’s almost like since I've seen her tits bare so much, the mystery of the sports bra is newly alluring.’

"Jason! Focus!" Erica barks, her piercing blue eyes narrowing. "I'm trying to teach you how to defend yourself, not be a human punching bag."

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. "S-sorry, I just..."

"You just what?" She plants her hands on her hips, drawing my attention to her yoga pants. I gulp.

"Nothing. I'm listening, I swear."

Erica demonstrates a blocking move, her arm cutting through the air with practiced precision. I attempt to mimic her, but my limbs feel like jelly.

"No, no, no," she sighs, exasperated. "Like this."

She grabs my wrists, positioning my arms correctly. Her touch sends electricity through me.

"Earth to Jason!" Erica snaps her fingers in front of my face. "You're terrible at this. Can't you focus for five seconds?"

‘Put the cannons away then dude.’ I think to myself.

I feel heat creep up my neck. "I'm trying, I just...it's hard to concentrate."

Her expression softens slightly, a glimpse of the gentleness she reserves only for me. "Look, if you're ever in real trouble, forget all this fancy stuff. Just use your head, literally."

"What do you mean?"

Erica taps her nose. "Headbutt. Aim for the nose. It's simple, effective, and even you can't mess it up."

I nod, trying to commit this to memory instead of fixating on how her sports bra shifts as she breathes. "Got it. Headbutt. Nose."

Erica's eyes narrow, a mischievous glint flashing in their blue depths. Before I can react, she's on me, pinning me against the wall with unsurprising strength. Her face hovers inches from mine, her breath warm on my cheek.

"Now, Jason," she purrs, her voice low and teasing, "why don't you tell me what's really been distracting you this whole time?"

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "I-I've just been trying to learn like a good boy. Honest." I lie with the finesse of a master.

Erica chuckles. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against my neck. "Are you sure about that?" she whispers, planting soft kisses along my jawline.

My breath hitches, and I struggle to form coherent thoughts through the horny. "Y-yes, I'm sure."

‘I like to play helpless little guy in these situations. I think it’s funner for both of us.’ I think as my hard on takes the wheel.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Really? Because I think you've been staring at my tits again."

I feel my face flush crimson. In this world, breasts aren't sexualized like they are back home, but Erica knows about my fascination with them. She finds it endlessly entertaining.

"I... um..." I stammer, unable to deny it. This time embarrassed for real that she knew my interests to well.

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Erica laughs a full, rich sound that fills the room. "Oh, Jason," she says, shaking her head. "You're so adorable with your weird titty fetish. It's like you're obsessed with elbows or something."

She steps back, giving me some breathing room, but her hand remains on my chest, keeping me pinned to the wall. "You know," she continues, her tone playful, "if you wanted to see them so badly, you could have just asked."

“Can I see them?”

Erica grins, her fingers toying with the hem of her sports bra. "Maybe. If you're a good boy, and actually focus on your training." She leans in close again, her lips brushing my ear. "And if you start calling me mommy."

I groan, equal parts embarrassed and aroused. "Erica, I told you, that's weird."

She pulls back, pouting playfully. "Aw, come on. You’re always so eager to say it when we fuck or drink."

I shake my head, trying to regain some composure. "Can we just... get back to training?"

Erica's eyes flash with mischievous determination. In a blur of motion, she grabs my wrist, twists, and suddenly I'm airborne. The world spins as she executes am expert level Krav Maga throw. ‘I assume, I have no fucking clue what counts as expert.’ I hit the mat with a thud, the impact knocking the wind from my lungs. Before I can regain my bearings, Erica is on top of me, her powerful thighs straddling my waist.

She leans down, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around us. Her lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Listen up, baby boy," she purrs, her voice a mix of honey and steel. "You're going to call me mommy, or I swear, no fucking for a month."

I can't help but smirk, despite the compromising position. "Oh yeah? Sounds like it's your loss too."

Erica gasps, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Please," she whispers, her tone suddenly soft and needy. "Please, Jason. I need to hear it."

Her vulnerability, even if partly an act, melts my resolve. As she peppers my neck with feather-light kisses, I feel myself giving in. Her lips trail up to my ear, and I shudder as she gently nips at my earlobe.

"M-mommy," I stammer, the word feeling foreign yet oddly right on my tongue.

Erica freezes for a moment, then lets out a low, satisfied moan. "That's it, baby. Say it again."

"Mommy," I repeat, more confidently this time. The word seems to unlock something within me, a floodgate of emotions and desires I've been holding back.

‘I just wish my mommy issues didn't have to clearly run so deep. What if my kids see me talking this way someday.’ I think about potential future shame.

Bliss washes over me as Erica captures my lips in a searing kiss. Her hands cup my face, her touch both possessive and tender. I melt into her, surrendering completely to the moment, to her.

Erica's fingers grip the collar of my training jacket, and her patience is thin. She tugs at it, the fabric straining against my body, and I gasp as the zipper pops right off. ‘She buys me a lot of shit just to tear it off me whenever she wants. I have no complaints.’ She growls low in her throat, her blue eyes darkening with desire. Her teeth graze my jawline, and I feel myself hardening in response.

"Mommy needs what's hers," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and peels them off, revealing her toned legs and the damp patch between her thighs. She kicks the discarded fabric aside and straddles my lap, her eyes never leaving mine.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as she reaches under her chest to remove her sports bra. I hesitate for a moment, then place my hand over hers. "Leave it on," I whisper.

Erica arches an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her gaze. She complies, leaving the bra in place, the fabric still clinging to her damp skin. Her breasts strain against the material, practically bursting out.

"Like what you see, baby?" she taunts, grinding against me. "You're only making mommy want you more."

She leans in, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss as she guides my hand to her breast. She moans, my fingers splaying over the soft fabric as I squeeze gently.

Erica's hand snakes down between us, deftly unfastening my training shorts. She frees my cock, her eyes widening in appreciation as she wraps her fingers around it. She gives me a smug smile before aligning my erection with her entrance and sinking down onto it with a satisfied sigh.

I cry out, my hands gripping her hips as she begins to move, her body rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can't tear my eyes away from the sight.

"Oh, fuck," I moan, my voice strained as I succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. Erica grins, her teeth gleaming as she leans forward, her hands pressing into my chest.

"You like that, baby?" Erica whispers in my ear, her voice husky and full of desire. She continues to move on top of me, her hips rolling in a tantalizing rhythm that drives me wild. "Mommy's got you right where she wants you."

I gasp as she increases her pace, my fingers digging into her hips for leverage. The friction between us is intense, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. Erica seems to sense this, her smile widening as she leans forward to capture my lips in another searing kiss.

As we kiss, Erica's hand finds its way between us once again. She begins to stroke my chest, her fingers teasing my nipples into hard peaks. The sensation is electric, and I moan into her mouth as she continues to play with me.

"You like that, baby?" Erica murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear. "Mommy's going to take good care of you."

I whimper as she increases the pressure on my nipples, my hips bucking involuntarily. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself losing control. Erica seems to sense this and slows her movements, letting me catch my breath.

"Not yet, baby," she whispers, her voice full of dark promise. "Mommy wants to make this last."

With that, she starts to move again, her pace slow and deliberate. I can feel every inch of her as she slides up and down my cock, her walls clenching around me tightly. It's too much, and I can feel myself starting to lose control once again.

"Erica," I moan, my voice hoarse with need. "I can't hold on much longer."

Erica grins, her eyes glinting with desire. "Don't worry, baby. Mommy's got you."

With that, she leans forward, capturing my lips in another kiss as she increases her pace once again. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I won't be able to hold on much longer. Erica seems to sense this and starts to move faster, her hips pistoning up and down with wild abandon.

"Come for me, baby," she whispers in my ear, her voice full of dark promise. "Mommy wants to feel you explode inside of her."

With that, I let go, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. Erica cries out as well, her body convulsing as she follows me over the edge. We cling to each other as wave after wave of pleasure washes over us, lost in the moment.

When it's over, Erica collapses on top of me, her body spent and satisfied. She nuzzles against my chest, her breathing ragged and uneven.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I gently stroke Erica's hair, marveling at how soft it feels between my fingers. She nuzzles closer, her cheek pressed against my chest.

"Do you ever get tired of being on top?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Erica lifts her head, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. She lets out a rich, melodious laugh that sends pleasant vibrations through my body.

"No," she says, grinning. "I'd feel so embarrassed on the bottom. It's not my style."

I consider her words, an idea forming in my mind. Erica's body is relaxed against mine, her guard down in this moment of post-nut bliss. Before I can second-guess myself, I make my move.

In one fluid motion, I wrap my arms around her and flip us over. Erica lets out a surprised gasp as she suddenly finds herself on her back, with me straddling her hips. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, leaning down so our faces are inches apart.

Erica's eyes widen, a mix of shock and intrigue dancing in their blue depths. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her sports bra still damp with sweat. I can feel the heat radiating from her body and smell the intoxicating scent of her skin.

"Well, well," she purrs, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Look who decided to take charge."

I tighten my grip on her wrists, feeling a surge of confidence. "Maybe I'm tired of always being the submissive one," I say, my voice low and husky.

‘I’m not at all.’ I think to myself.

Erica arches an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Oh really? You think you're capable of taking the lead, baby boy?"

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "I have before," I whisper. "Remember?"

Erica's body tenses beneath me, a shiver running through her. For a moment, I wonder if I've gone too far. Then she lets out a deep laugh.

"Oh, I remember," she says, her voice thick with amusement. "I was farting and shitting cum for a week after that little romp."

While she's still laughing, I take advantage of her momentary distraction and use one of my hands to guide my throbbing cock into her warm, wet depths. She gasps, her laughter turning into a low purr as I start to move inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan.

"Oh, so you finally decided to do all the work, huh?" Erica says, her voice laced with desire. "How bad do you want to fuck mommy?

I tighten my grip on her wrists, my hips moving with increasing urgency as I drive myself deeper and deeper inside her. "I want it so bad," I moan, my voice trembling with need. "I'll do anything for you, Erica."

She responds by arching her back and pressing her hips against mine, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I can feel her muscles clenching around me.

But I'm not just content with fucking her. I want to worship her body, to show her how much I adore her. I lift her sports bra and reveal her perfect, round breasts. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she's writhing beneath me.

Erica lets out a low groan, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Oh fuck, Jason," she gasps. "That feels so good. Don't stop."

I don’t listen. The good boy is on leave. I switch to her other nipple, my tongue swirling around it as I continue to move inside her. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing with each thrust.

But I don't want this to end. I want to savor every moment with Erica, to make her feel loved and adored. So I slow down my movements, taking my time to explore every inch of her body. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her chest, and my lips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

And as I lose myself in the sensation of being inside her, I realize that this is what I've been searching for all along. A woman who can dominate me, but also love me. A woman who can challenge me, but also make me feel safe. A woman who can make me feel alive.

Erica looks up at me, her eyes shining with love and desire. "I love you, Jason." she says softly.

"I love you too, Erica," I manage to say, my voice adorned with need. She smiles at me, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Good," she says, her hands gripping my hips as she pulls me deeper into her. "Now cum for me, Jason. Cum for mommy."

I can feel myself losing control, my body trembling with pleasure as I thrust harder and harder into her. Erica's legs wrap around my hips, locking me in place as she grinds her hips against mine.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the mansion. "Cum for me, baby! Make your mommy pregnant!"

The thought of breeding her sends me over the edge, my body shaking as I release myself inside her. Erica screams, her own orgasm washing over her as we cum together.

‘God i wish those words didn’t make me cum.’

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies intertwined as we catch our breath. Then Erica looks up at me, her eyes soft and tender.

"I love you," she says, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so glad I found you."

I spoke nervously. “Are you off the pill for real?”

Erica's chest heaves beneath me, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her golden hair fans out on the mat like a halo, slightly matted from our exertions. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, our bodies still intimately connected. But as my question registers, her brow furrows slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her piercing blue eyes.

"Excuse me? What comes first, baby?" she says, her voice a mix of breathlessness and mild irritation.

I smile awkwardly, suddenly aware of my faux pas. Leaning down, I capture her lips in a tender kiss, pouring all my emotions into it. "I love you too, Erica," I murmur against her mouth. "So much."

Her expression softens slightly, but there's still a glint of mischief in her eyes. I take a deep breath, steeling myself before asking again, "So... are you really off the pill?"

Erica's lips curl into a smirk, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Is it a deal breaker if I am?" she purrs, her voice low and teasing.

I shake my head without hesitation. "No, of course not. I just... I want to know."

Her smirk widens into a full-blown grin, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I'm still on it," she chuckles, her hand coming up to ruffle my hair affectionately. "I just know you have a breeding fetish. Thought I'd indulge you a little."

‘Operation diary is still paying dividends, let's fucking go!!!!!!’ I think to myself as a stadium full of excited soccer fans cheer in my head.

"Don't worry, baby," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "When the time comes, I'll make sure to give you plenty of warning before I stop taking those pills. Then we can practice making babies for real."