Step-Son’s Revenge: 2

Racing the Clock and Riding His Cock💦🫦

“Two hours? Jake, we have to clean this up right now!” I slid off the kitchen counter on shaky legs, his cum still dripping down my thighs. My heart was racing for a whole new reason. Panic mixed with the afterglow.

Jake grabbed my wrist before I could move far. “Relax, Mum. Two hours is plenty of time.” His eyes raked over my half-naked body, cum on my tits and face. “But first, I want another taste.”

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, even as my pussy clenched at his words. “Your dad could walk in any minute and we’re covered in evidence.”

He pulled me against him, kissing me deep and dirty. “That’s what makes it hot. Knowing we could get caught.” His hand slid between my legs again, fingers pushing through the mess. “You’re still soaked. My cum and your juices mixed together. Fuck, I love it.”

I moaned into his mouth despite myself. “Jake… we shouldn’t.”

“But you want to.” He spun me around, bending me back over the counter. “Hands flat. Ass up.”

I obeyed too quickly, spreading my legs. He kicked them wider. “Good mummy. Now beg for it.”

“Please,” I whispered, pushing back. “Fuck me again. Quick.”

Jake didn’t waste time. He slammed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter. “Yes! Like that.”

He fucked me fast and rough, hips slapping against my ass. “Tell me how much better I am than Dad.”

“So much better,” I moaned. “Bigger. Harder. You make me come like he never could.”

His hand came down in a sharp smack on my ass. “Louder. Say you belong to your step-son now.”

“I belong to you!” I gasped as another smack landed. The sting mixed with pleasure. “I’m your slutty mummy. Fuck me whenever you want.”

Jake groaned, pounding deeper. The counter dug into my hips. “That’s right. Dad’s wife is my personal cum dump.”

The dirty words sent me over. I came hard again, moaning his name loud. Jake followed right after, filling me with another load.

We barely caught our breath before he pulled out. “Shower. Now. I’ll clean the kitchen.”

We raced upstairs. In the master bathroom, Jake joined me under the water even though we both knew it was risky. He soaped my body, hands everywhere.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, kissing my neck while fingering me again. “Bend over.”

“Jake, we don’t have time,” I protested weakly, but I already braced my hands on the shower wall.

He slid in from behind, fucking me slow and deep under the hot spray. “One more. Need to feel you come on my cock again.”

I pushed back to meet his thrusts. “You’re going to ruin me for him completely.”

“That’s the plan.” He reached around to rub my clit. “Come for me, Mummy.”

I did, biting my arm to muffle the scream. Jake filled me once more before we quickly washed up.

Downstairs we cleaned like crazy. Wiping counters, spraying air freshener, changing clothes. I put on a modest sundress. Jake lounged on the couch in fresh jeans and a tee like nothing happened.

When my husband, Richard, walked through the door an hour and forty minutes later, the house smelled like lemon cleaner and dinner in the oven.

“Honey, you’re home early!” I said, forcing a bright smile as I kissed his cheek. My legs still felt weak. Jake’s cum was still inside me, a secret reminder with every step.

Richard hugged me. “Missed you. Traffic was light.” He looked at Jake. “Son. Behaving yourself?”

Jake smirked from the couch. “Always, Dad. Just helping Mum around the house.”

I nearly choked. Richard didn’t notice. “Good. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Dinner was torture. I sat across from Jake, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Every time I shifted, I felt the soreness and the wetness between my legs.

“So how was your trip?” I asked Richard, trying to focus.

“Boring meetings.” He shrugged. “What did you two get up to?”

Jake answered before I could. “Cooked together. Had some quality time in the kitchen. Mum taught me a few new tricks.”

My face burned. I kicked him under the table. He just grinned wider.

After dinner Richard went to his office to check emails. Jake cornered me in the hallway the second the door closed.

“Meet me in my room tonight,” he whispered, hand sliding up my dress to cup my ass. “After he falls asleep.”

“Jake, no,” I whispered back. “It’s too risky.”

His fingers found my pussy again. “You’re dripping. Still full of my cum. You need more.”

I bit back a moan. “Fine. But only if you’re quiet.”

He kissed me quick and hard. “No promises.”

Later that night, after Richard fell asleep in our bed, I crept down the hall to Jake’s room. He was waiting, door cracked, cock already hard in his hand.

“Lock it,” he ordered.

I did. Then I crawled onto his bed like I belonged there.

“Strip,” he said.

I pulled the nightgown over my head. Naked. Ready.

Jake pulled me on top of him. “Ride me, Mummy. Show me how bad you want your step-son’s cock.”

I sank down onto him slowly, moaning softly. “So deep like this.”

He gripped my hips, guiding me. “Faster. Fuck me like you mean it.”

I rode him hard, tits bouncing. He sat up, sucking on my nipples while I moved. “Quiet,” I gasped. “Your dad is right down the hall.”

“Make me,” he challenged, thrusting up.

I covered his mouth with my hand as I ground down on him. The danger made everything hotter. We fucked like that, desperate and quiet, until I came again, biting my lip to stay silent.

Jake flipped us, pinning me down and pounding me into his mattress. “Gonna fill you again. Mark you while Dad sleeps.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Fill me.”

He came deep inside me with a low groan.

We lay there tangled, catching our breath.

“This is crazy,” I whispered. “We have to stop.”

Jake kissed my forehead. “Too late. You’re addicted now.”

My phone lit up on the nightstand. A new text.

From Richard’s phone number, but it wasn’t Richard.

Unknown: I know what you did in the kitchen. And the shower. And just now. Keep going. I like watching.

Attached was a short video. Me riding Jake in this very bed, taken from the closet.

I sat up fast, showing Jake.

His face hardened. “Someone’s been in my room.”

Footsteps creaked in the hallway outside the door.

We both froze.

“Jake? Elena? You two still awake?” Richard’s voice called softly.

My blood turned to ice. Jake’s cum was leaking out of me onto his sheets. We were both naked. Caught.

What the fuck was happening?