تسجيل الدخول. . Mum was gone. The entire place belonged to us now — no one to interrupt, no one to hide from. I was in my room, trying (and failing) to focus on a movie, when I heard soft footsteps in the hallway. Amelia appeared in my doorway like a vision straight out of a wet dream. She wore nothing but a very sheer, transparent white gown that clung to her body like liquid silk. The fabric was so thin it was almost see-through — her full, heavy breasts were clearly visible, dark nipples hard and begging for attention. The gown barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement revealed the smooth skin of her hips and the shadow between her legs. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand trailing lazily down her side. “Like what you see, baby?” she purred, her voice low and seductive. I sat up slowly, my cock already hardening at the sight of her. “Amelia… fuck. You’re going to kill me.” She smiled and stepped into the room, the transparent gown flowing around her curves as she moved. Sh
......The next morning, the house smelled like fresh coffee and pancakes.I woke up sore, exhausted, and with my mind still spinning from everything that had happened the night before. Amelia’s mouth on me, her riding me while Mum was just downstairs, the risk, the pleasure… it all felt like a fever dream.I dragged myself downstairs, expecting awkwardness. Tension. Maybe even regret from Amelia.Instead, she was in the kitchen with Mum, laughing like nothing had happened.“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Amelia said cheerfully, turning from the stove with a bright smile. She was wearing a modest silk blouse and tailored pants — the picture of elegance and innocence. Not a single hint of the woman who had sucked me off and ridden me like a whore just hours ago.Mum smiled at me over her coffee. “Morning, Ryan. Amelia made breakfast. She’s been telling me all about her new fashion line.”Amelia winked at me discreetly when Mum wasn’t looking, then went back to flipping pancakes like th
Amelia didn’t stop.Even as Mum’s footsteps echoed faintly in the hallway, she kept her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me with slow, deliberate hunger. She took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside while her hand gently massaged my balls.I held my breath, my body tense, terrified that Mum would open the door any second. But Amelia only seemed more turned on by the risk. She moaned softly around my length — a low, vibrating sound that made my toes curl.The footsteps passed by the door… and continued downstairs.Amelia pulled off just long enough to whisper, “She’s gone to the kitchen, baby. Now be a good boy and feed Mommy.”She came back down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. Her head bobbed faster, wet, sloppy sounds filling the quiet room as she worshipped my cock like it was her favorite thing in the world.“Fuck… Amelia… Mommy…” I groaned, my hand tangling in her silky hair.She moaned in approval at the word “Mommy,” sucking harde
Mum’s footsteps echoed softly down the hallway. Each step made my heart slam harder against my ribs. I was standing frozen just inside Amelia’s room, the door's barely closed, my cock still rock hard and tenting my shorts. Amelia lay on the bed like a goddess of temptation — her sheer black babydoll pushed up around her waist, legs spread wide, fingers lazily circling her glistening pussy as she looked at me with dark, excited eyes. She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she spread her thighs even wider and silently mouthed again: “Don’t. Make. A. Sound.” I held my breath. “Ryan?” Mum’s voice was closer now, sleepy and confused. “I thought I heard something. Are you okay, honey?” Amelia’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She slid two fingers inside herself slowly, biting her lip as she watched me, clearly getting off on the danger. There was a pause. Mum’s footsteps stopped right outside the guest room door. Amelia’s fingers moved faster between her legs, her chest rising a
Mum decided to work from home that night.She came into the living room carrying her laptop and a stack of files, muttering something about a “tight deadline” and “needing the big screen.” Amelia and I exchanged one quick, frustrated glance across the room. The heat between us was still crackling from earlier, but now it had nowhere to go.Dinner was pure, agonizing torture.Amelia sat directly across from me at the dining table, looking effortlessly elegant in a silky black robe she’d changed into after “freshening up.” The robe was tied loosely, and every time she moved, it parted just enough to tease the smooth skin of her thighs and the curve of her full breasts.Under the table, her bare foot slowly slid up my leg.It started innocently — her toes brushing my ankle. Then higher. By the time her foot reached my inner thigh, I was already half-hard. When her toes pressed firmly against the growing bulge in my pants and started rubbing slow, deliberate circles, I nearly choked on m
I swallowed hard. “Amelia…”“I’ve watched you grow up, Ryan,” she murmured, running a perfectly manicured finger down the center of my chest. “You’re not that awkward little boy anymore. You’re a man now. A very… tempting, very handsome man.”Her hand slid lower, boldly brushing over the growing bulge in my pants. She squeezed gently, feeling how hard I already was.“And I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “Taking care of you. Spoiling you rotten. Giving you everything you need… and teaching you how a real woman handles a young, hungry boy like you.”My breathing was fast and shallow. My cock twitched hard under her hand.“You’re my mum’s best friend…” I managed to say, though my voice sounded weak even to my own ears.“Exactly,” Amelia purred, squeezing me more firmly and stroking me slowly through my pants. “That makes it even hotter, doesn’t it? Knowing I’m the woman who used to help your mum change your diapers… and
TRIGGER WARNINGTHIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLYCONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH.READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED."Angela's POV"At twenty-three years old, I
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...The sound of the front gate opening made all three of us freeze like deer in headlights.“Shit — that’s Mum’s car!” I whispered frantically, my pussy still dripping down Jake’s cock.Ethan, the absolute menace, just smirked. He was halfway buried in Jake’s ass, thick cock stretching him open
...My father’s sudden appearance should have killed the mood instantly.Instead, it made everything ten times hotter.Dad nodded, satisfied. “Good. I have to head back to the office for a few hours. Big meeting. Vanessa, behave yourself.”Behave? If only he knew.The second the front door closed







