登入MILAThe next morning, it’s a struggle to act like I didn’t have a wild night.Not only do flashes of our night together turn me into a horny mess whenever I look at Mason, I’m also sore from taking such a big cock and have the limp to show for it.I should have thought about that when I was asking him to go harder. Now I’m limping all over the place and doing a terrible job of hiding it. Mason seems to enjoy it though. Currently, he’s sitting at the kitchen island, watching me over his cup of coffee as I cook, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes whenever I have to reach for something and I limp.My husband must have snuck in later at night but I was knocked out cold from my hard fucking and didn’t even know when.Speak of the devil.He walks in just then, arranging his collar. “Hey, honey.” He walks over to where I’m standing and kisses my cheek. “Is my lunch ready?”Barely holding back from rolling my eyes, I point to the island where his lunch box sits. When he acts like an asshole
MILAMason’s hands tighten like a band around me right before he begins fucking me in a frenzy, his lips parted, jaw slack and eyes hooded over as his hips jackrabbit between my thighs.“Oh God,” I moan despite myself, overwhelmed by the size of his cock.I’ve never felt so full in my life. It feels like he’s splitting me from the inside out with that thing he calls a penis. Who had he taken after? Not his dad for sure.He returns to sucking my nipples through the material of my nightgown, pulling on them and sinking his teeth lightly into the tight buds, sending a bite of pain through me.“You feel so good, mommy,” he whimpers, eyes completely glazed over like he’s on an overdose of pleasure. “So fucking good.”I wish I could turn my head away but the way he holds me still doesn’t permit it. This position is unbearably intimate for the depth of sin we’re committing right now. Perhaps taking him from the back would have been a better alternative but I hadn’t had much say in the matter
MILAI wake up to a head between my legs.“Oh,” I cry out, my hands falling over my head to fist the pillow while I undulate my hips. “Oh, that feels so good.”The tongue between my thighs is licking me so passionately and expertly, it comes as a delightful surprise to me. My husband has never really been big on going down on me and even when he did, he was never so enthusiastic.Perhaps he’d decided to give me a nice treat before he leaves for work tomorrow.His broad shoulders keep my legs spread wide to receive the attentions from his wicked tongue. He’s so shockingly good at this that in no time, my thighs start shaking as my orgasm nears.In all honesty? I can’t remember the last time my husband succeeded in making me cum. He always finished before me. Sometimes, he felt bad about it but most times, he was already yanking his trousers back up his ass and walking away.I moan loudly as my orgasm slams into me with startling force, riding his tongue unashamedly.He laps up my juice
LUCIA“Do you guys smell something funny?” Mom asks, eyes bouncing across every surface like she’s trying to pinpoint the source of the smell.If she had a compass for this kind of thing, it would guide her toward me and my stepdad.Dan shakes his head. “Not at all. Is it a gas leak?”His eyes are filled with concern, and he looks like the poster picture of a caring husband. No one could possibly take one look at him now and guess he ‘s cheating on her. With her daughter, no less.“I don’t think so,” Mom says with a frown, still looking highly suspicious. “It just smells weird.”I still haven’t said anything. My heart is threatening to make an appearance by beating right out of my chest. I’ve never had a good poker face and I hope mom doesn’t direct her questions to me personally.Eventually, she grows tired of trying to find the cause and shrugs, walking over to fetch a glass and pour her own drink.A sigh of relief wheezes out of me and I slide out of the kitchen quietly, hoping not
LUCIAI can barely focus on anything all day in school the next day.My best friend, Clarissa, asked me why I was so distracted and even chalked it up to Brad, who had cornered me and asked me why I canceled on him and refused to pick his calls afterwards. I told him something came up and walked away before he could say any more.When I get home, I say hi to mom in the living room and hurry up the stairs--which is almost impossible considering how sore I am--to shower and change.I rifle through my closet for something that fits the description my stepdad gave me. My wandering hand stops on a short gown with strappy hands. The chances of me wearing something like this on a random day are slim to none because I usually wouldn’t wear something so short with my stepdad around except that now, I’m wearing it for him.It’s a slip of a dress that barely covers my backside. It also makes my boobs look great, so I think it’s perfect.Slipping it on, I admire myself in the mirror, turning to s
LUCIAThat night, I wear my most seductive piece of lingerie. A babydoll with nothing else underneath.I lay in bed, tossing and turning but don’t get a wink of sleep.Throwing back the covers, I get off the bed and sit at my table, trying to distract myself by getting busy. I already canceled on Brad and now, I’m starting to have doubts that my stepdad will actually show up.I mean, can he really leave mom in bed and come here?The sound of my doorknob turning has me sitting up in my chair. With bated breath, I turn around just in time for my stepdad to walk in, wearing briefs and nothing else.My brain short circuits momentarily at his hotness. Is it crazy that my stepdad is over forty yet the hottest man I’ve ever seen?The moment his eyes land on me, it’s like a switch is flipped.He eats up the distance between us in long-legged, purposeful strides and lifts me out of the chair and into his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a hard, claiming kiss.I moan, wrapping my legs arou







