Fucked by my Step Father

Lila couldn’t stop thinking about the moment on the couch with Victor. His hand on her thigh, his breath against her neck, the way he had allowed her touch his body, It made her body burn with guilt and desire at the same time. She needed to talk to someone. She needed her mother.

She quietly left her room and walked down the hallway toward her mother’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a soft light was on inside. Lila was about to knock when she heard her mother’s voice.

“…yes, baby. Victor is still at that stupid business dinner. He won’t be back for hours.”

Lila froze, hand hovering near the door.

Her mother laughed softly. “No, he has no idea. He thinks I’m just shopping and spa-ing all day. As long as I keep him happy and don’t ask too many questions about his money, he doesn’t care what I do.”

There was a pause, then her mother’s voice turned flirtatious. “Of course I miss you. Come over tomorrow afternoon when he’s in the office. We can have the whole house to ourselves… Yes, even with the kids here. They won’t suspect anything.”

Lila’s stomach dropped. She stepped back from the door, her heart pounding. Her mother was having an affair. She had married Victor for his money and was already cheating on him.

Tears stung at Lila’s eyes. She turned and walked quickly back to her room, closing the door behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed, hugging her knees.

*How can she do this?* Lila thought. *She married him for money and now she’s using him while sleeping with someone else?*

The guilt she had felt earlier about her attraction to Victor suddenly felt even heavier. If her mother didn’t care about Victor… did that make what she was feeling less wrong? Or did it make everything even more messed up?

Lila lay down, staring at the ceiling, conflicted and confused. She didn’t know what to do with the secret she had just overheard.

she decided to go downstairs and maybe get some milk to clear her head. her mother’s actions tugged at her heart as she decended the staircase, at the last step, she missed a step.

She let out a small gasp as she started to fall forward.

Strong arms caught her from behind.

Victor had been coming down the hallway and seeing her about to fall made him move faster. One arm wrapped around her waist to steady her. His other hand instinctively reached out to stop her from falling face down, slipping under the hem of her thin tank top.

His large, warm palm cupped her bare breast. Then, almost instinctively, his fingers pinched her nipple gently but firmly.

Lila gasped sharply. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body. Her nipple hardened instantly under his touch.

Victor froze. For a long second, neither of them moved. His hand was still under her shirt, fingers lightly pinching her sensitive nipple.

“Lila…” he breathed, voice low and rough against her ear.

Lila’s heart was pounding. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass through his sweatpants. His chest was warm against her back.

Victor slowly released her nipple but didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he gently squeezed her breast, thumb brushing over the hard peak again.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured, voice dark.

Lila shivered. “I… I was going to bed.”

Victor’s lips brushed against her neck. “I know.”

He gave her breast one more firm squeeze before slowly pulling his hand out from under her shirt. He turned her around to face him. His gray eyes were dark with lust, the silver lip ring catching the dim light.

“You should go to bed,” he said, voice strained.

Lila nodded, cheeks burning. She could still feel the ghost of his fingers on her nipple.

Victor leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. “Sleep well, Lila.”

He let her go. Lila hurried upstairs to her room, heart racing, her body aching with unfulfilled desire.

She closed her door, leaned against it, and slid her hand into her shorts, touching herself as she remembered the feeling of his hand on her breast.