My Mom's Boyfriend
Mmm, yeah … That was the sound I heard one night when my mom’s new boyfriend was fucking her senseless through the thin walls of our house.
Just two months after my dad left, Marcus moved in — tall, ripped, and dripping with raw, cocky confidence. From the very first day, when I opened the door in my tight tank top and caught him staring hungrily at my full, heavy tits and pointy nipples, I knew he was trouble. But nothing prepared me for the nights.
Night after night, their room becomes a den of pure filth. The bed slams against the wall like a drum. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air as he pounds into her — skin slapping loudly, her desperate moans turning into broken screams of “Yes, Daddy! Harder… give me that big cock!” while he growls back, “You love taking this dick, don’t you, you dirty little slut?” I lie in my bed just down the hall, panties soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much it turns me on.
I try to resist. I really do. But soon my hand is sliding down my stomach, fingers circling my swollen clit as I picture myself in her place. I imagine Marcus’s strong hands gripping my hips, his thick, throbbing cock stretching me wide open, fucking me deeper than my mom could ever handle. I ride my vibrator furiously to the rhythm of their fucking, biting my pillow so they won’t hear me cum… but I always do.
How long before I stop just listening… and let my mother’s boyfriend want me instead?
قراءة
Chapter: A New Beginning (Beverley's POV)A few months later, life felt different.Not perfect, not entirely healed, but different in a way that felt solid instead of fragile, the way a bruise feels different once it has finally stopped hurting to the touch, even if you can still remember exactly how it used to ache. I woke up most mornings now without that immediate, familiar weight settling onto my chest before I even opened my eyes. That alone felt like a kind of miracle after everything.Marcus was completely out of our lives.Not just physically absent, the way he had been since that first night, but truly gone, in every way that mattered. No lingering messages, no unknown numbers calling late at night, no quiet dread every time a phone buzzed on the counter. It had taken time to get to that point, more time than either of us expected, but eventually the silence from his end became permanent instead of just another gap waiting to be filled with another desperate excuse.Mom had changed the locks, blocke
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Chapter: Rebuilding Trust (Beverley's POV)We started taking small steps.That's what it felt like in those first weeks after our conversation in the living room. Not one dramatic turning point, but a series of small, tentative movements toward each other, each one small enough to feel manageable, each one still carrying the risk of retreating back into old silence if either of us pushed too hard too fast.It wasn't easy.There were mornings I still woke up bracing myself for the version of my mother I had gotten used to over the past several months, the one who moved through the house avoiding my eyes, who left rooms quietly the moment I entered them. It took real effort to remember, each time, that we were trying something different now. It took effort on her side too, I could tell. Old habits don't dissolve just because two people have decided to try harder. They linger in small, automatic ways, in the flinch before a conversation, in the careful, measured tone people use with each other when they're still
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Chapter: Choosing Family (Beverley's POV)I made the decision.I had to cut all ties with Marcus.It wasn't something that came to me suddenly, in one clean moment of clarity. It built slowly, over days of sitting with everything Mom and I had said to each other, over nights of lying awake replaying the conversation in the living room, feeling something shift inside me each time I thought about it. I kept coming back to the same understanding, the one I couldn't outrun anymore. As long as Marcus existed in my life in any form, even in secret, even in silence, the wound between me and my mother would never actually close. It would just keep reopening, over and over, no matter how many honest conversations we had.It was one of the hardest things I had ever done.Harder, in some ways, than admitting the truth to my mother in the first place. Because admitting the truth had at least come with some relief, some sense of finally setting down a weight I had been carrying alone for too long. This was different. Thi
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Chapter: Bianca's Regret(Bianca's POV)I sat with Beverley in the living room, the silence finally broken.It had taken so long to get here. Months of passing each other in hallways, of eating alone at odd hours, of closed doors and averted eyes. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to sit across from my daughter and simply look at her without flinching. Now that we were finally here, in this fragile, unguarded moment, I felt like I was standing at the edge of something enormous, something I had been avoiding for far longer than I wanted to admit."I've been so lonely," I said softly, tears in my eyes. "After the divorce, I felt like I lost everything. I tried to hide it. I tried to be strong for you. But I was so lonely. I thought Marcus would fill that emptiness. I thought he would bring stability back into our lives."Saying it out loud felt like setting down something heavy I had been carrying for years without realizing how much it weighed. I had never admitted that loneliness to anyone, not even to
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Chapter: Honest Confessions (Beverley's POV)I couldn't hold it in anymore.For weeks I had carried the words around inside me, turning them over and over until they felt worn smooth, like stones I kept in my pocket but never had the courage to set down. I had rehearsed this conversation a hundred different ways in the mirror, in the shower, lying awake at three in the morning staring at the ceiling. None of the rehearsed versions ever felt right. None of them captured the size of what I actually needed to say.That evening, I found Mom sitting alone in the living room. The television was off. She was just sitting there, staring at nothing, a cup of tea going cold on the table beside her. She looked smaller somehow, curled into the corner of the couch like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. I stood in the doorway for a long moment before I made myself move.I sat down across from her, my hands shaking. I pressed them together in my lap to try to still them, but it didn't help much. My heart
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Chapter: Looking Inward (Beverley’s POV)I sat alone in my room, staring at the wall.The house was quiet now.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that used to scare me when I was little, back when I would call out for my mom just to hear her voice answer from another room. Now the quiet just sat there, thick and unmoving, like it had nowhere else to be.I started thinking about how it all began.The first time I saw Marcus at the door.I remembered exactly what he was wearing, which felt stupid now, that my brain had held onto something so small for so long. He had smiled at me like I mattered, like I was someone worth noticing, and I had eaten that up without even realizing what I was doing.The way he looked at me.Not the way an adult looks at a kid. Not the way my mom's boyfriend should have looked at me at all. I told myself back then that I was imagining it, that I was reading into something that wasn't there. But I knew. Some part of me knew from the very beginning, and I let it happen anyway.The first ni
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Chapter: PartnersI returned to my dormafter being humiliated by Freya in class. I finally got her name today, Mrs. Alvarez called her out at some point because she was being loud and playing around like she always does, and that's when I learned who she was. She had already made me look small in front of the whole class earlier, and honestly, by the time I made it back to the dorm, I was done with the whole day.I walked into my room and I didn't even take off my uniform. I just dropped my bag on the floor and fell straight onto my bed. It was still my first day, and it had already been a lot. Nothing about it felt like the fresh start I was hoping for. I pulled out my phone and went online, scrolling through TikTok for a while just to get my mind off everything that happened. It actually helped. I kept landing on videos that made me laugh a little, and slowly my mood started coming back up. By the time I was ready for bed, I felt calm enough to sleep, and I slept the whole night without waking up onc
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Chapter: The hallway girlCarlton's POVAfter I bumped into that girl in the hallway I wasn't in a good mood at all. I hadn't been in a good mood all morning. The pressure from my dad, from my whole family, and the pressure of being captain of the hockey team, it was all sitting on my chest like a weight I couldn't put down. I don't even know when I snapped at her. It just happened. And by the time I realized what I'd done, it was already too late, because Freya had already dragged me off to go watch her show off in front of her friends like she always does.Then I saw the girl again in the cafeteria.I couldn't stop staring at her. I don't know what was wrong with me, I just kept looking, and for a second I actually thought about getting up and going over there to say something, even if it was just to be nice, even if it was just to say sorry for how I acted earlier. But before I could get up, Freya leaned over and started talking to me about a gala we were to attend together, and by the time I looked back ov
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Chapter: George's helpI was still standing there, still stuck on what just happened, when I finally made myself walk down to pick up my books. That was when George showed up. He came so fast I barely had time to look up before he was right there next to me, picking up my books with me."What happened to you?" he asked, looking at me like he already knew it was something bad.I told him everything. The words came out messy, but he just listened. He didn't cut me off once. When I was done he shook his head like he already saw this coming."That's what I told you yesterday," he said. "Most people are going to fall short of what you expect from them. Every time. So stop putting expectations on people.""That's a sad way to look at people.""It's a good way to stop getting hurt." He stood up, handed me my last book, and bumped me with his shoulder. "You want to hear something that'll make you feel better?""Depends how bad it is.""This morning I tried to open my locker with my roommate's key. I stood there for
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Chapter: The Hallway CollisionI arrived at New York Montessori School and called George right away to let him know I had landed. He seemed more excited about my arrival than I was, if that was even possible, and when he came to pick me up from the airport, he was so happy that he ran toward me and swept me up into a hug before I could even set down my bags. I had missed him too. It had been almost six months since we'd last seen each other, and it felt strange and wonderful to finally be standing in front of him again instead of just hearing his voice through a phone.He caught me up on everything we had missed during the time we had been apart, talking the entire drive as though he were trying to fit six months into six minutes. When we reached the girls' dormitory, he couldn't come inside with me since boys weren't allowed past the entrance, so he said goodbye at the door and promised to check on me later.I walked in and saw the matron standing near the front desk. I greeted her warmly, expecting her to be just
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Chapter: The ScholarshipMy name is Jennaya Williams, but my friends call me Jenna. I am seventeen years old, and tonight, I was waiting for the one email that could change the direction of my entire life.A few months ago, I applied for a scholarship to New York Montessori High School, one of the most prestigious schools in the city. The admission results were scheduled to be released at exactly 11:00 p.m., and I had been counting down the hours since breakfast.No matter what I did, I couldn't keep my mind off it. I listened to music, read a book, and even tried watching a movie, but nothing worked. Every few minutes, I found myself refreshing the admissions page, hoping the results had been posted early. I made a promise to myself that I would stop checking every ten minutes, and then I broke that promise nine minutes later. By nine o'clock, my phone had become an extension of my hand. By ten, I had memorized the exact shade of gray the loading screen turned before it refreshed.Finally, the clock struck 1
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