Chapter two: The night after

(Ariana’s pov)

Jason is fucking my mom hard from behind. She was on all fours; Mum was in a Catwoman costume, and it was not the PG 13 type. She was gripping the sheets and moaning loudly.

 

Jason is on his knees behind her. His big hands hold her hips tight as he thrusts his thick cock deep inside her pussy again and again.

 

“Fuck, Sophia,” Jason groans, his voice rough. “Your pussy is so tight. Take my cock like a good girl," he said as he used the whip in his hands to hit her ass. He slammed inside her harder. The wet slapping sound filled the room.

 

My mom moaned louder, “Yes, Jason! Harder… please!” He covered her mouth with his hands. "Shh. Do you want to wake Arianna up with your noise? You get two strokes for that. "Frozen," he said as he raised the whip even harder and hit her ass and thrust inside her even faster.

 

I didn’t know if she was crying because of the pain or the pleasure. I just stood there frozen; I really wanted to leave there, but I just couldn't. I could feel my pussy’s wetness already.

 

He flexed his muscles as sweat trickled down his chest. He looked so strong and sexy. I pressed my thighs together, but it only made me ache more.

 

Jason grabs my mom’s hair and pulls her head back as he fucks her even deeper. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you, baby?”

 

“Yes,” I whispered, imagining I was the one getting fucked instead.

 

“Yes!” my mom moans loudly.

 

My hand moves down without thinking. I pressed it against my panties; I was already soaking wet, and my nipples were hard.

 

"Ariana, what are you doing?" I thought to myself. Even though my legs were already shaking, I ran back to my room, I closed the door, and I fell on my bed, memories of

 

Jason slamming his dick inside my mom kept replaying as my hands found their way into my panties and bra.

 

My clit was already swollen and throbbing. “Jason…” I whisper as I push two fingers inside my dripping pussy.

 

“Daddy… fuck me… Fuck me like you fuck mummy.” I whisper as I thrust my fingers in my pussy one last time. "Thank you, Daddy."

 

I came so hard that my body shook and my eyes rolled back. I bite my lip so I do not make any noise; waves of pleasure flow through me. I just lay there staring at the ceiling; my heart was still racing.

 

What is wrong with me? He is my stepdad. He is married to my mom; he was Dad's fucking best friend, and I just came with his name.

 

“I’m sorry, Dad,” I whispered to myself, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jason's. Oh, how I wish it were me under him. I closed my eyes, and the image of Jason’s strong body came back again.

 

“Fuck!!” I whispered, feeling defeated. "Tonight is going to be a long night,” I said. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again.

 

It must have worked because the next time I opened my eyes, rays of sunlight suddenly hit my face. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I washed my face with water and headed downstairs.

 

Today was a no class day for me. As I walked through the hallway, flashbacks of last night replayed in my head. Soon enough, I reached the end of the staircase.

 

The heavenly smell of pancakes filled the living room. I walked towards the kitchen, and I saw Mum mixing something in a bowl.

 

“Mum, is that what I think this is?" She smiled and nodded.

 

“Yes darling, I'm making your favorite today, peanut butter pancakes.”

 

“Oh my gosh, yesss, Mum, this…” I said, pointing at the frying pan. “Is why I love you.” She chuckled. “Oh, I know you love me; I just wanted to do something nice for you. Today is his memorial, you know.”

 

“Yes. I remember," I said as I looked away.

 

“Oh no, darling, I didn't mean to make you feel bad; I just wanted to make your favorite pancake since I haven't really had time to make it since your father died.”

 

No, Mom, I'm fine, really.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, Mum, I am. Can I help you mix the batter? It looks like the pancakes in the frying pan are burning.”

 

Oh my goshhh, I put extra sugar in this one.” She whined. “Yes, darling, please help me.”

 

"What's going on here?" A voice said as he wrapped his hands around my waist, his dick rested perfectly on my ass, his hands moved under my skirt and touched my panties, and his fingers found their way to my pussy lips. I just stood there frozen; I recognized that voice too well. It was Jason. I turned around, and he jumped.

 

He stepped back again; his face looked pale. "Ari… I'm… I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I thought you were your mom."

 

“Oh, it's fine,” I muttered with a smile; it was, in fact, not fine; my pussy was already throbbing and dripping again.

 

“How can you mistake her for me? " My mum laughed and placed a kiss on his lips; I felt oddly jealous

 

Jason broke the kiss. "It's not my fault; she had your bonnet on, and you both look the same.” Mum raised an eyebrow; we obviously didn't look the same. I had long brown hair; I got that from Dad. Mum had thick black afro hair; there was a difference, obviously.

 

"Really?" Mum asked. "Ari baby, he thinks we look like twins.” Mum laughed, and I joined her.

 

“You both are impossible,” Jason said as he leaned against the counter.

 

“Mum, the frying pan," I shouted. The pancakes were completely burnt already.

 

"Oh no, cara mia," she whined. I looked at Jason, and we both burst out laughing.

 

Mum, I need to go get ready; I'm going to change Dad's flowers," I said, almost walking past the door.

 

“Wait, I'll come with you; I'll drive,” Jason said as he reached for his car keys in his pocket.​

 

“No, no, it's fine,” I said. I couldn't imagine being in the same car with him, especially not in this state I'm in.

 

“I'm coming with,” Jason repeated.

 

“None of you are going anywhere without eating first,” Mum said as she playfully hit the spatula with her palm.

 

“Eat what? That?” I pointed at the plate of burnt pancakes; Jason stifled a laugh.

 

“Ariana Josephine Cole, leave this kitchen now. I'll bring your pancake out now, and you better eat it.”

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