Chapter five: Operation fuck stepson

Isa’s POV

“ Ugh, yes! Ain't I fucking this pussy good?” My husband said, letting out pig-like grunts. 

I stared at him with a face mixed with disgust and fatigue, his short dick wasn't even in my pussy but his moans were hitting the roof. Sweat rolled off his flabs as I heard him let out that familiar squeal, his grunt increased and I knew that I just had to play it right. 

I closed my eyes, counting in my mind.

1 2 3

“ Fuck, yes! Honey. I'm fucking cumming.” He shrieked. 

I turned my head to the side, counting the seconds until he rolled off my body. Then I let out a little moan just to massage his ego, 

“ Yes. Yes honey! You are fucking that pussy.” I cried out. 

His eyes burnt with flames, grabbing my boobs as he gave the final thrust with a groan and fell to the side. 

He turned to me with a cocky smile, pulling me closer as he whispered in a cocky voice, “ That was good, wasn't it.” Then he corrected himself with a cackle, “ No! No. It wasn't good. That was fucking mind-blowing.” 

After he said that, he laughed even louder. I turned to the other side, saying softly, “ You should just sleep.” Before I could even complete my statement, I could already hear his snores. 

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, I was already used to this but it made my heart heavy every fucking time. 

“ God, why me?” I cried out in frustration.

I let out a sharp exhale as I lifted his arms that were secured around my waist and rolled out of bed. I felt like hitting him with my slippers but I didn't, I just sighed as I walked out of the door. 

“ I need some water.” I whispered. 

I walked downstairs, careful not to wake Ian as I got to the kitchen and got a glass of water and quenched my thirst. It wasn't still enough, my thighs rubbed against the other and my pussy throbbed in pain. 

It would feel so fucking good doing it here.

I walked over to the couch in the sitting room, spreading my legs as I rested one on the chair and the other dangled.

My fingers played with my perky nipples, twisting them in between my fingers as soft moans escaped my lips. My other hand finding its way down my stomach, my breath shaky as I let out sharp exhales. 

“Ah. Yes.” I cried, my hand rubbing onto my wet lips. 

My legs stretched out, eyes shut as my fingers rubbed roughly on my folds. I was twisting in the sheets, soft moans and pleas escaped my lips. 

The wet sounds of my fingers tearing through my pussy echoed in the room, two fingers tore through my pussy relentlessly as my wet juice leaked. 

“ Ugh.. God fuck!” I moaned loudly. 

I was reaching my fucking peak, my hand fisted the bed sheet as I let out a squeaky moan, “ Yes! That's it! Fuck.” 

“ Yes! Fucking yes.” I cried. 

Sweat dripped down my skin, tears rolled down my eyes as the pleasure was eating me up as I twisted in the bed and let out a soft, sweet cry. 

I added another finger, stretching my cunt as a sharp exhale left my lips. “ God!” I let out a whimper, tugging on my hardened cherry. 

My hand moved to my mouth, trying to muffle the moans that kept on escaping from my lips. But I could barely hold onto it, I was reaching my climax as I tried to remain afloat while my body was trembling.

“ Ah ah ah.” I cried sweetly. 

My eyes snapped open, sharp breaths left my lips as I was rubbing on my folds and my clit when I caught a mortified figure standing over the lamp light. 

I jerked up, I closed my legs as I tried to make out the figure only to call out in a shaky voice, “Ian.” 

My heart slammed against my chest as I watched the figure come closer and he called in that deep voice from recently hitting puberty.

“Mom.”

“Sweetie. It's not what you think.” I tried to explain, but I could see that his eyes kept on going back to my soaking cunt. I couldn't help but drip more as I felt his piercing gaze on me. 

“Really? You come down here every single time by 11 pm. Don't you need help?” He asked. I was taken aback, my eyes widened in shock as I could barely speak. 

“No.” The word came out sharper than expected, more like I was telling that to myself. 

My eyes lingered, moved down his broad shoulders and his refined abs then that unmistakable bulge that rested in his shorts. 

“Mommy.” His voice came out again.

“We can't—” I said in a raspy breath, only managing to shake my head weakly. 

A smile was already forming on his lips, he went on his knees crawling towards me as he said in a whisper, “ I will be a good boy, Mommy. I promise.” 

“Ian.” 

“ Mommy.” He said, looking me deep in my eyes as his strong hands were already pressing on my laps. It was burning, I bit on my lips as I tried to hold back the moan. 

He stared into my eyes, his hot palm caressing my legs as he spread it while I looked at him with my lips agape. His head cocked to the side, a smirk tugged at his lips as he slid his hands to my clean shaved pussy, 

“ So smooth.” He whispered. 

My cheeks turned crimson from his compliment, turning the other way as I held my breath. His finger moved down, feeling my wet folds as he rubbed it and had my juice coated around his fingers. His eyes were still on me as he watched my lips tilt up, then go shut as I tried to hold my moans. 

“ Your father.” I managed to say in-between my moans. 

A sly grin crossed his eyes as he let out a chuckle, the fingers that had once been on my pussy were now pressed against my lips. 

“Shush. He would never know.” 

My eyes darkened with lust, then a smile spread on my face as I said, “ You would be a good boy for mommy, right?” 

He nodded. 

That was all I needed, as I sat up, spread my legs to the side and said in a domineering tone, “ You will be my pussy slave.” 

Without thinking, I grabbed his hair, forcing it down to my pussy as I said softly, “ Eat that pussy! Fucking do what your father couldn't do.” 

“Yes mommy.” He grunted on my pussy.

I fisted his hair more, my voice coming out strong as I said, “ Don't you fucking talk! Just suck. Ah, yes.” 

He sucked harder, his tongue delved deeper into my soaked folds as my hair was curled around my finger. 

“ Oh yes! God. Fucking do it harder.” I cried. 

His hands moved, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer as I began slamming my hips into his face while moans left my lips. His teeth grabbed onto my lips, pulling it as I let out a bloody cry, 

“ Oh God! Fucking please.”

His tongue flicked around, fucking my pussy as I dripped harder. “ That's my good boy! That's my fucking good boy.” I cried, my head pressed against the couch as I struggled to keep my breath. 

My hands flew to my mouth, trying to muffle the moans that left my lips while I continued moving my hips. I was nearing my climax, my legs were wrapped around his neck suffocating him but he just dug deeper like his life depended on it. 

The wet sound of his lips meeting my soaked folds filled the sitting room. 

“ Ian. Faster, baby! Please, baby.” I begged him softly. 

His fingers moved, tapping rhythmically against my pussy as his tongue lapped my juice up. He hummed against my pussy as he shoved a finger in, twisting and clenching, “ Cum for me, mommy. Please, mama.” 

“Fuck!” I cried. 

“ Don't hold back, mommy.” He whispered, adding another finger as he jammed them as deep as he could. 

“ Yes, baby!” I cooed. 

Then I heard the room upstairs being opened, my eyes that were closed before snapped open as I said in a hurried tone, “ That's your father.” 

“ Relax, mom.” He said softly.

I shook my head, I could hear the footsteps, he was coming down. Then he helped me stand, though my legs were a bit shaky as I stood behind the couch.

“ He would see.” I said. 

“ That makes it more fun, doesn't it, mommy?” He said, diving under my sound as I bent over as I felt his hands on my ass, spreading them apart as he sucked onto my pussy again.

“ Honey.” My husband's voice came from the stairs. I looked up, watching as he stared at me in suspicion then he proceeded to ask, “ Why are you here?” 

I let out a wry smile, “ I felt hurt because of the good pounding you had given to me earlier.” 

Ian snickered, his warm breath splashed on my pussy. 

A proud smile was plastered on my husband's face as he said,

“ Come here, baby. Let's sleep.” Ian held my legs back, he didn't want me to leave but I said in a firm voice,

“ Be a good boy.”