PAH PAH PAAH!
"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNN~!!!—"
The mother's forearms were white-knuckled on the stone edge, every muscle locked to hold herself together against what was coming through from behind.
Her body moved with him completely — chest swaying forward with each drive, knees scraping the pool's rim, the water around her rippling outward in small waves that broke against the tile like a clock keeping time for something too old to name.
Her chest hung over the edge, heavy with milk, those thick dark nipples already stiff and beaded with fresh drops, grazing the cool stone with each thrust.
Thin white threads dripped from them into the pool below, dissolving into the clear water like smoke in wind — gone before you could look twice, the only evidence that something was spilling whether she wanted it to or not.
She was crying.
