After the touch--- Marcus's POV

I was still downstairs in the kitchen, shirtless in just my loose gray sweatpants, when the urge hit me hard. I told myself I needed some water, but that was complete bullshit. The real reason was her. I couldn’t stop thinking about Beverley. The memory of her full, heavy tits in my hands earlier that night kept replaying in my head on a filthy, endless loop. How incredibly soft yet firm they felt, the perfect weight of them filling my palms completely. The way her sensitive nipples had hardened into tight little peaks instantly under my thumbs, begging for more attention as I “cleaned” the spilled juice off her soaked tank top.

My cock was already semi-hard, twitching with growing interest just from replaying those few dangerous seconds in the kitchen. I could still feel the warmth of her soft flesh, the way her breathing had quickened, and how she hadn’t immediately pulled away. She wanted it. I was sure of it.

I quietly climbed the stairs, trying not to make a sound. The house was mostly dark, with only a faint nightlight casting a soft glow in the hallway. Every step made my half-hard cock sway heavily in my sweatpants, brushing against the fabric and keeping me on edge. As I reached the top and stepped into the corridor, heading toward her room like a moth to a flame, I froze mid-step.

There it was again.

Soft, muffled moans drifting from behind Beverley’s closed door.

“Fuck…” I whispered under my breath, my pulse spiking instantly as a dark thrill shot through me.

She was at it again. The naughty little girl was touching herself right now, just a few feet away on the other side of this door. Probably replaying the way I’d shamelessly groped her big, heavy tits in the kitchen earlier, squeezing them, kneading that soft, perfect flesh, and teasing those sensitive nipples until they were rock hard under my thumbs. All while her mom was just in the next room. The thought made my blood run hot.

I stepped closer, moving silently like a predator stalking its prey, and pressed my ear gently against the cool wooden door. Her moans were needy and desperate now, growing louder and more frequent with every passing second. I could hear the faint, wet, filthy sounds of her fingers sliding through her soaked pussy, that unmistakable slick, rhythmic squelching noise that made my mouth water and my balls tighten.

God damn, baby girl… you’re really going at it.

My cock instantly swelled to full, aching hardness, throbbing painfully against the front of my sweatpants. The thin fabric did almost nothing to contain it. The massive tent I was sporting was obscene, the thick head of my dick already leaking precum and creating a visible wet spot that kept growing with every heartbeat.

I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and started massaging my thick bulge, stroking my long, veiny length slowly through the material. My hand moved up and down the shaft, squeezing firmly as I listened to her whimper and moan like a little slut in heat.

That’s it, baby girl. Cum thinking about me. Rub that pretty clit while you remember how my hands felt on your tits. Squeeze those nipples the way I did. Imagine it’s my fingers buried deep in that tight little cunt instead of yours.

I gripped my cock harder through my sweatpants, stroking faster as her moans grew more urgent. I could picture her so clearly, lying on her bed with those tiny pink booty shorts pulled to the side, legs spread wide, fingers plunging in and out of her dripping hole while she fantasized about me. My hands. My cock. Me claiming what should have been mine from the moment I moved in.

The precum kept leaking, soaking through the fabric and making my strokes smoother, slicker. I was so fucking hard it almost hurt. If that door wasn’t between us, I would have burst in, thrown her onto the bed, and replaced her fingers with my thick cock in a heartbeat.

I squeezed my cock harder, gripping it firmly through my sweatpants and stroking faster. In my mind, it wasn’t my hand, it was hers. Her soft, small hand wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking me while she looked up at me with those guilty but horny eyes. Or better yet, her hot, wet mouth stretched wide around me, sucking me deep while I fucked her face. Or even better… her dripping, tight little pussy gripping me as I bent her over. I was so turned on I could barely think straight. My breathing grew heavy. My balls felt full and tight. If Bianca wasn’t downstairs, I would’ve opened that door right then and there, pushed Beverley onto her bed, and buried every inch of my cock inside her while she moaned my name.

But I forced myself to pull away before I lost all control. It took every ounce of willpower not to knock on her door. My cock was rock hard, angrily throbbing, and leaking precum like a faucet, obscenely tenting the front of my sweatpants as I turned and headed back downstairs.

Bianca was still lounging on the couch in the living room, scrolling through her phone and looking bored out of her mind. The second I stepped into the room, shirtless and sporting a massive, obscene bulge in my sweatpants, a wicked idea hit me. This fire Beverley had started in me needed an outlet, and her mother was going to be the one to take it.

“Babe,” I said, my voice low and rough with barely contained lust. “Come here. Now.”

She looked up, her eyes immediately dropping to the huge tent in my pants. A hungry, slutty smile spread across her face, the kind that told me she thought this was all for her. Perfect.

I didn’t wait for her to stand. I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her hand, and yanked her up roughly against my body. I crashed my mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue invading her mouth possessively. One hand gripped the back of her neck while the other roamed down to squeeze and grope her ass cheeks greedily, pulling her tighter against my throbbing cock.

I ground my rock-hard length against her stomach, letting her feel every thick inch of what Beverley had done to me. Bianca moaned into my mouth, clearly loving how aggressive I was being. If only she knew the real reason I was this hard.

We stumbled toward the stairs, still devouring each other like horny teenagers who couldn’t wait another second. I shoved my hand up under her silk robe, finding her pussy already wet and ready. I pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, pumping them roughly as we climbed the stairs, her moans getting louder with every step.

“Fuck, Marcus… you’re so hard tonight,” she gasped between kisses.

Yeah, because your daughter just made me this way.

By the time we burst into the bedroom, I was completely feral. I kicked the door shut behind us, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. I yanked her robe up over her ass, pulled my sweatpants down just enough to free my aching cock, and slammed into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust.

She cried out in pleasure as I buried every thick inch of my cock inside her, but in my head, it was Beverley’s sweet, needy voice I heard moaning for me.

“Yes, Daddy!” Bianca screamed loudly, pushing her ass back against me like the desperate slut she was. But in my mind, it was Beverley moaning those filthy words, her young, innocent voice cracking as she begged me to fuck her harder.

Every hard, punishing thrust into Bianca’s soaked pussy was meant for her daughter. I slammed into her with raw power, my hips snapping forward violently, imagining it was Beverley’s tight, untouched cunt stretching around my thick cock instead. Every time I slapped Bianca’s ass hard enough to leave a bright red handprint, I pictured Beverley’s plump, juicy cheeks jiggling under my palm, turning pink then red as I claimed her.

“Fuck, Daddy! Give it to me!” Bianca wailed, her walls clenching around me.

But I was picturing Beverley’s tight young pussy gripping me, milking my cock, her heavy tits bouncing wildly as I destroyed her from behind. I wanted to hear her scream my name. I wanted to feel her cream dripping down my balls while I pounded her senseless.

I fucked her mother like a savage animal, gripping Bianca’s hips so hard my fingers dug into her flesh, using her body as nothing more than a warm, wet hole to satisfy the burning obsession I had for the girl just down the hall. Every grunt, every brutal thrust, every filthy thought was for Beverley.

You’re going to take this cock soon, baby girl. I’m going to ruin that tight little pussy and make you mine.

And the whole time, I knew one thing for certain.

This wouldn’t be enough for long.

Fucking Bianca while fantasizing about her daughter was only making the hunger worse. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire. I needed the real thing. I needed to feel Beverley’s body trembling under me. I needed to hear her whimpering and moaning my name while I stretched her open and filled her with my cum.

Soon.Very soon.