Craving My Stepson

I didn’t think I’d be waking up in my husband’s house this early, considering my age, but here I was. In the most beautiful house I’ve ever laid my eyes on, enjoying the peace and quiet of the Sunday morning. But that wasn’t all I was excited about. Last evening, Mary had assured me that I would meet Ace today, but before we could talk more about him, Scott had walked in, she left, and I was all alone with my husband, for the very first time. I turned to the side, but Scott wasn’t on the bed. So, I exhaled softly, but my chest still felt tight because no matter how I tried, I couldn’t shake the memory of last night. Scott walked in, and Mary excused us. He walked slowly towards me, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair. I sat cross-legged on the bed. My heart pounding loudly in my chest. When he finally got closer to me, he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on mine. “You are a beautiful girl, Sabrina,” he murmured. His deep voice sent shivers down

Unable to stop Ace from coming with me, I went up to my room and changed. Mary had already received instructions from my husband. She was also handed a black card to give to me, in which I will use to pay for anything I want. Upon leaving, Ace pulled me aside again, asking that I tell Mary to stay back. “And why should I do that?” I asked. “I want us to use this opportunity to know each other better, and what better time to do so than when we’re alone?” he chuckled, stepping closer to me. “Go tell her it’ll just be the two of us.” “And what if she says no—” “There’s no way she would say no. You are her boss, and she is meant to listen and do whatever you ask her to do,” he cut in. “Well, not like you did,” I muttered. Ace walked over to the car while I went back inside, stopping Mary, who was about to step outside. “Mary, I was thinking maybe Ace, and I went on this spree alone,” I said in a soft tone. “Just you two alone?” she asked as expected. “Yes. If

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mr. Scott asked. But before I could speak, Ace rushed down the stairs and walked toward us. "Oh my goodness," he said softly. "I am so sorry, Sabrina." "What are you apologizing for?" Mr. Scott asked. "What have you done this time?" "I spilled my yoghurt on her by mistake," he answered. "I didn't know I did at first, but hearing you ask what the stain on her dress was, I just knew it was the yoghurt." "Oh really?" Mr. Scot asked, but I wasn't sure he was convinced yet. So, I jumped in. "Don't worry about it, Ace. It's alright. I know you didn't mean to." I smiled. "Really?" Ace asked, his eyes were soft, it was impossible not to fall for his lie. "Yes, sure," I nodded softly, smiling. Ace turned and left again. As I was about to walk out as well, Mr. Scott grabbed hold of me gently. "Did Ace do anything to you while you both went out?" he asked in a firm tone. I froze. "No... not at all. The only thing he did was spill yoghurt on me, which

The early morning air was crisp, touched with the scent of freshly cut grass. Sunlight spilled across the backyard, warming the stone path beneath my feet as I settled into one of the cushioned chairs by the backyard garden table. I had a book in my lap, something Mary had recommended, though the words kept blurring as my mind drifted to the night before. The memory of Mr. Scott and me together made my cheeks warm, but I forced myself to focus on the page. Reading felt safer than untangling what happened. I’d only just gotten to the start of a new chapter when the sound of footsteps crunched against the gravel. I looked up, shielding my eyes from the sun, and before I could react, a familiar hand smacked my book right out of my hands. “Ace!” I yelped, half-annoyed, half-startled. The book landed on the grass with a soft thud. He grinned down at me, his messy hair catching the sunlight, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What are you doing out here hiding with a book? You should be

Now undressed, I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and my mouth slightly open as Ace gave my breast a gentle squeeze. Rolling my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The longer he did this, the heavier my breathing got and the more my hips would move, and the wetter my pussy got. As my eyes opened, he had his tongue shot into my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around him. We explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. Ace slid his hands down my body and gently pulled at my thong. For a moment, it felt like he was hesitating to take them off, then I lifted my hips so he could get the thong over my round ass. He sat up to get my thong off and expose my pussy. My light pink pussy that was almost dripping wet now. As I lay there with a nervous grin, Ace began to suck on my pussy. I gasped, lifted my hips, and grabbed the back of his head to press his face into my pussy. Ace began sucking and massaging my clit with his tongue. While I held my head and ground my pussy into his