In all the years he’d lived with us, I never knew he could be this rough and dominant. I’d always known him as a perfect gentleman, the rock of our family. He had been my best friend since I was little, the one person I could always count on. He took such good care of me, acting like my real dad and always putting my needs first.
He was the one who helped me with my baths when I was a kid. He drove me to school every morning, making sure my lunch was packed with my favorite snacks and my hair was braided just right.
When I got my first period, he was the one I ran to. I was crying and confused, terrified I was dying. He didn't make it awkward. He didn't act grossed out or tell me to wait for my mom.
Instead, he sat me down, calmed my nerves, and told me I was just growing up. He held my hand until I stopped shaking. He went to the store himself and bought me pads. He even sat on the edge of the tub and talked me through how to use them without making me feel embarrassed for a second.
As time passed, things changed. He stopped helping me with my baths or clothes, respecting my privacy as I turned into a woman.
Soon, I grew breasts, and my ass got bigger, filling out my jeans in a way that turned heads on the street. My body morphed into something I barely recognized, curvy in all the right places. I loved him like a father. I flirted with him sometimes, and he played along, but we always knew our boundaries. I couldn't deny my massive crush on him, but because of our situation, I shoved it down.
Now, watching him dominate my mom like this sparked a familiar fire in me. A fire I thought I had already put out.
The guy I was watching wasn't the gentle man from my childhood. I was watching the only man who could give me exactly what I fantasized about. And as I watched him fuck my mom's mouth, I didn't feel disgusted. I felt jealous. I pictured myself in my mom's spot.
I imagined those heavy hands tangled in my hair, that deep voice growling at me to choke on him. I imagined him fucking my mouth exactly like he was doing to her—using me, wrecking me. I wasn't supposed to think that about my stepdad, but I couldn't help it. As wrong as it was, I wanted to know how it felt to be used by him.
He fucked her mouth for a few more minutes before finally pulling out. She gasped, fighting to catch her breath. He didn’t give her a second to recover. He hauled her onto the bed and ripped her panties off with a sharp tug. He spun her around, bending her over on all fours, and she stuck her ass out for him, looking entirely submissive.
My heart raced, hammering so hard against my ribs I thought they might crack. I trembled, realizing I was about to watch my stepdad fuck my mom right in front of me.
He grabbed her hips and rubbed his dick against her slit, teasing her for a split second. Then, with one brutal thrust, he slammed deep inside her. My mom screamed, her voice echoing in the bedroom. “Ahhhh! Please be gentle!" she begged, but her body arched back into him, desperate for more.
He pounded her. My eyes were glued to his dick, watching it slide in and out of her wet pussy. It was totally primal, and I couldn't look away even if I tried.
He grabbed a fistful of my mom's hair, yanking her head back so she let out a sharp gasp. His other hand came down across her bare ass, delivering a hard smack while he kept destroying her pussy. The loud crack of his palm hitting her flesh made my skin tingle.
“It feels so fucking good to fuck you like this,” he groaned, pounding her with heavy thrusts.
She cried out as her body jerked forward with every hit, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Fuck! You're killing me! Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed, but she ground back against him anyway.
He grunted and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her back into every brutal thrust to bury himself even deeper. His palm cracked against her ass again, leaving a red handprint.
Watching him fuck my mom like that drove me insane. I couldn't take it anymore. I hiked up my skirt, shoved my soaked panties aside, and slid my middle finger deep inside myself. I couldn't bite back my moan. "Ohhh! Yess!" slipped past my lips as I clenched my tight pussy around my finger.
His head snapped toward the wardrobe. Fuck! I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach as he locked eyes with me through the crack in the door, my finger still buried inside my pussy. He could see everything.