I came back to the house two hours after I left to retrieve a document, only to hear loud moans coming from the bedroom. I was confused. Who would be having sex in my room?
I panicked and rushed over to see what was going on. I got closer, and the moans became louder.
I heard a feminine voice screaming, "Yes, baby, don't stop! Don't stop!" accompanied by a loud sound of skin slapping against each other.
When I got to the door, it was open. It seemed they forgot to close the door. I looked in only to see my stepson, fucking a young girl on me and his father's bed.
He had his finger fisted in her hair, dragging it back and making her arch her back as he pounded into her. He was pounding her so hard that her breasts were dangling.
"Fuck! You are so sweet! Take it!" He said, spanking her ass hard.
"Randy!" I screamed his name in anger, and he turned in panic. "What are you doing?"
He pulled out, and my eyes landed on one of the most dangerous dicks I've ever seen. It was big, veiny, and curved in a way that sends chills down to my spine. Fuck! It was glistening with the girl's witness.
"What has come over you! In your father's room?" I shouted at him, but my eyes couldn't leave his dick.
"Mom! Oh god..." He froze, his face flushing violently as he scrambled to cover himself. The young girl grabbed her clothes in a panic and bolted from the room.
"What has come over you! In me and your father's room?" I shouted, my voice trembling with disbelief. "How could you? I'm going to tell your dad about this."
He ran a hand through his hair, looking deeply humiliated.
"Mom, I know. I completely crossed the line," he said, keeping his eyes on the floor, his voice strained but steady. "I thought you and Dad were out of town. I'm... I'm incredibly sorry. Just... please let me get dressed, and we can talk about this outside."
"Leave! Get out of my sight!" I yelled.
He nodded tightly, not daring to argue. "I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, slipping out the door.
As soon as he left, I sank down on the bed, breathing hard. I couldn't believe that the sight of my stepson's dick was making my body hot. I was turned on.
His father married me when he was seven years old. Since then, I've been the one taking good care of him. I prepared and took him to school every day. I took him as my own son. I was the one helping him to take his bath.
Now, seeing his huge dick ignited a strange fire in me. I love what I saw. He is big, bigger than his father. He's a very handsome guy. Tall, fit, and blessed with beautiful smiles.
I began to feel myself getting wet just by thinking about him.
"Fuck! Get hold of yourself, Stella," I cautioned myself. "You can't be thinking about your husband's son that way."
I sat up, checked my cupboard for the document I came to collect, and left. I got back to my office and continued my work, but I never stopped thinking about him. No matter how many times I cautioned myself, the fire only seemed to grow hotter.
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During dinner, the space between us felt heavy with unspoken words. Every time I glanced up, I found his eyes already on me. His gaze was deep and unreadable.
He was completely composed, holding his fork with relaxed elegance, not a flicker of the afternoon's chaos visible on his face.
Henry was completely oblivious to the electric current running between us. He was focused on his meal, talking animatedly about the journey we had to take the next day.
"We’ll need to leave early, Honey," Henry said, gesturing with his fork. "It’s a long drive."
We will be visiting his mom tomorrow. His mom has been sick for a while, and he wants us to visit and stay with her for a week.
That night, as my husband was fucking me, thrusting in and out with his usual rhythmic pace, I was thinking about his son. I was thinking about that huge, veiny, curved dick I had seen earlier that day.
"Yes! Keep fucking me! Harder!" I urged. I wanted him to fuck me just like I saw Randy fucking his girlfriend—with that primal, brutal energy that made the headboard rattle.
I wanted to be claimed with that same intensity. But Henry didn't have the energy. He was older, slower, and he didn't even have his son’s type of dick. I used to enjoy him, but right now, I am no longer enjoying it. I felt nothing but a hollow frustration as I watched the ceiling, my body craving the raw power of the man in the room down the hall.
I let Henry continue until he finally groaned and cum inside me. He collapsed beside me and slept off while I was left wide awake and pulsing. I lay there in the dark, unsatisfied and restless, wishing with every fiber of my being that I could fuck his son.