A soft creak from downstairs stirred me out of my sleep, I lay still on my bed, blinking in the dark room, the sheets tangled around my legs. My throat felt dry and scratchy. With a quiet sigh, I pushed the covers aside and slipped out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor.
The house ought to be silent at this hour. That's what I least expected since I had last been here until I returned last night from the three-week holiday I had with my boyfriend in Paris.
Darting my gaze to the alarm, it read 6:15am. I heard moms loud cries with clapping sounds. What sort of yoga was she doing at this time? Could her friend have suggested one of their random yoga moves out of the million others she always tends to follow?
I groggily dragged my feet out of my room towards the kitchen to get water, switching on the light, I froze. There were drops of white liquid on the ground… thick, creamy droplets leading away from the kitchen like a trail.
I frowned crouching down to get a better look at it, it looked like milk but warmer and not like anything straight out of a carton. The faint smell was enough evidence that it wasn't milk.
Rather than grabbing my water, I walked along the trail through the dimly lit hallway, past the living room, and toward the rarely used sunroom at the back of the house.
My heart raced as I heard the lewd grunts mixed with my mother’s breathy and shameless moans.
“Harder, Coach, fuck me harder!”
More shocking was my mom bent over the white cushion daybed they used for stretching, her hands gripping the edge tightly. Her full big breasts swayed heavily with every one of his thrusts. Behind her was my stepfather Mark… a retired professional athlete turned private fitness coach pounded her. The sound of their skin slapping made my thighs press together instinctively.
My nipples stiffened painfully as they rubbed against my thin white cotton shirt, biting
my lower lip to keep myself from moaning. I shut my eyes knowing what I needed to
do… put the pillow over my head and pretend I wasn't hearing a thing, be quiet
stepdaughter who kept her dirty thoughts locked away, but my body had other plans,
aching with the need to see them.
Her legs spread wide, sweat glistened on her skin as Mark, my stepfather… tall, muscular, and still in peak condition at forty-two gripped her hips and drove into her from behind with brutal force.
His thick veiny cock stretched her visibly every time he pulled out. Showing her leaking home before ramming back into her. One of his big hands tangled around her hair, yanking her head back as he growled.
“Take every inch baby, squeeze me like you mean it, show me how badly you need this cock to wreck you.”
Mom whimpered, pushing back desperately. “Yes, coach… fuck me harder… ruin me.”
Shame burned my cheeks even as my hand slipped under my tank top to cup one aching breast. My other hand pushed into my sleep shorts, fingers fondling my swollen clit. I rubbed it in circles, matching his rhythm. Imagining it was me bent over that bench instead… my smaller virgin body taking his massive cock while he called me his good girl.
“Squeeze me, baby,” Mark growled in a low commanding tone, one large hand gripped
Her hip was hard enough to leave a bruise while the other gripped her hair, yanking her head
back so he could snarl in her ear.
“Milk that cock with that greedy little pussy, show daddy how bad you need this cock to fill you.”
Mom whimpered, pushing back desperately. “Harder… please, train my ass daddy!”
I closed my eyes in shame. My hand was already slipping under my shirt, cupping one of
My aching breasts, my nipples throbbed as I pinched them, rolling my eyes back and
letting soft whimpers.
This is so wrong, my mother was lost on cloud nine while I’m spying on them like a
desperate slut, yet I couldn’t look away.
In my delusional mind, it wasn’t mom on that bench but me, my smaller frame beneath his massive build, and my tight virgin pussy stretched around his thick cock as he pounded me harder than he was doing my mom. I imagined his rough hands bruising my hips and his hot breath on my neck while growling dirty words just for me.
“Milk daddy’s cock baby, squeeze me.”
My other hand slid to my panties, pushing them aside and letting my finger rub my
swollen pulsing clit in circles, matching Mark’s pace. Two fingers dipped inside my tight
heating hole, curling against my sensitive spot that made my knees buckle.
Mark slapped Mom’s ass, letting her cry in pleasure. “Yes daddy, make this pussy yours,
Teach my ass that it only belongs to you!”
Her moans made me wetter, my fingers thrusted deeper, harder in tune with his
strokes, I was now dripping down my thighs, my breath shortening with desperate pants.
Suddenly Mark's gaze turned towards the door crack, and he stilled mid-thrust, buried deep in mom. He tilted his head slightly as if listening. His gaze lingered on exactly where I was. He didn't look directly at me.
Instead, he flared his nose with a hungry expression, almost like he could smell me. Smell how aroused I was, the sweet smell of milk emanating from my body
He knew, or at least suspected someone was watching, and was putting on a show just
for me.
The realization hit me.
My pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, hot slick liquid slicked down my hand, a
muffled moan slipped out of my throat, my body shook like I was convulsing, my thighs
were trembling and my back was aching as I thrusted continuously.
But it wasn’t over.
I felt a tingle in my breasts, it was sudden and almost painful. My nipples swelled, fuller
than they had ever been and quite sensitive. Suddenly creamy liquid spurted out, the
thick white liquid trickled down the curves of my breast, warm drops running down my
stomach and then dripping to the floor softly.
The faint milk scents hit my nose, and my nipples continued to milk, sliding down my
skin. I stared down in humiliation, one hand still between my legs, the other clutching
my soaked chest. My body really chose this moment to betray me and the evidence was
staring me right in the face.
I stumbled back, pressing my back against the opposite walls as more milk leaked freely,
soaking my shirt until it clung to my transparently puffy nipples.
What if he had seen me? His smirk haunted me… those hard thrusts. Did he know his
quiet stepdaughter had just fingered herself while watching him fuck her mom, only for
her tits to start leaking like a bitch in heat?
The thought sent another throb to my pussy.
Inside the bedroom, the hard thrusts had slowed down and I could hear Mom slump on
the bed while chuckling. Still cupping my breast I saw Mark's shadow moving close to
the door, I picked up my legs and fled to my room, milk still trickling down my skin beneath my ruined shirt.