LOGINLuna..After dinner, I headed up to my bedroom, took a shower, and slipped into my nightgown. Even though my plan had been disrupted—all thanks to my father—I still wore my skimpy black nightgown.I was about to lie on the bed, when a knock came in. My heart lurched. Maybe it was my mother, I’ll have to beg her more to convince Uncle Stephan.I scurried towards the door and opened it. Uncle Stephan barged his way into the room, his face red with anger.“Why would you do that?” He gritted.“You enjoyed it and you came,” I smiled, closing the door behind us.He drew closer to me, his breath roiling over my skin. “What if your father found out?”“Both of you are men,” I said, “you could settle it with your fist.”The frown on his face deepened. “Do you want to ruin my friendship with your father?”I scoffed, my brows pulling together. “You should have thought about that before fucking his wife.”Something sparked in his eyes and he shoved me toward the wall. He spun me around, my as
LUNA..Dinner time, and the air harbored not just the aroma of food and the clattering of spoons, but a thick tension.My father sliced through the chicken, the flesh pale and underdone. The kind of cooking my mother usually did when anger had her in a chokehold. Clearly, my father had provoked her again.Usually, when this happens, I wouldn’t care. But tonight I did—how would my mother talk to Uncle Stephan when she was fucking mad? She even had a scowl on her face.Disappointment coiled in my chest. The tasteless food tasted stale on my tongue as I forced myself to swallow.My father turned to Uncle Stephan. “How’s the divorce going?” Uncle Stephan’s grip on the cutlery as he slowly chewed on the meat before swallowing. “What can I say?” He reached for the glass of water. “I thought I would feel better. No more nagging.”My father interrupted. “Women and nagging.” My mother’s eyes tore to him, and the smile fell off his face.“I kind of miss it,” Uncle Stephan said, before sippi
Luna..I perched on the stool beside the kitchen island. I crossed and uncrossed my legs multiple times as I tried to find a comfortable position.My mother moved around, taking out the cabbage from the bag and heading towards the fridge.“About what you saw that day,” she began, a rain trembling visibly in her voice. “It’s not what you think.”Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. “Yeah, it’s not what I think,” I said, “I saw his cock inside you.” The words snapped out of my throat before I could stop them.My mother flinched, her grip tightening on the handle of the fridge’s door.“Watch your language.” She lingered next to the open fridge, like she needed the chill air that slipped out. Silence stretched between us for what felt like eternity.I broke it. “And I’m guessing that was not the first time?”Of course it wasn’t. I had heard Uncle Stephan say it that day.My mother ran her hands through her hair as she let out a sharp exhale. “I’m trying to explain here.”A frown walked its way
Luna..I pulled my head bringing my lips to the tip of his cock, and twirled my tongue around the swell of his cock.“Ohh fuck,” Uncle Stephan groaned. While licking the tip of his erection, I heard a sound from downstairs.We both stopped—his cock still in my mouth—and our eyes darted to the door. “Stephan,” I heard my mother call out his name all the way from downstairs. “I’m back.”Uncle Stephan dropped his gaze. “You have a few seconds to make me cum except you want your mother seeing you like this.” His hands flew to the side of my head, holding it in place as he began thrusting cock deeper into my mouth.“And I’ll tell her, how you blackmail me into doing this,” he groaned, forcing more of his hard cock into my mouth. “Who knows, I might just fuck both of you together.”My throat worked as I tried to take more of him inside. I gagged but continued until the head of his erection entered my throat. I held it for a second and then pushed it a half inch further into my throat.
LunaIt was just a stroke and a shiver tore up my spine. Then he returned to kissing my thighs, teasing me, making my body ache for more.I felt a surge of desire for Uncle Stephan, as he knelt between my thighs. I wanted him to taste me, to touch me, to explore my body like an explorer, and to have me like no man.Uncle Stephan tilted his head slightly and gently worked the tip of my tongue between my pussy inner lips. He licked them, tasting them, and tasting my juice that had pooled there from all the pleasurable torture.I took a sharp inhale as he ran the tip of my tongue down between my other inner lips, and my pussy responded by letting out more juice.My pelvis trembled as I was badly in need of his tongue to touch my clit. But I enjoyed the tease. I loved the way he was building it up. That’s how I had always touched myself.I didn’t know how he knew that. Maybe he just thought of me as my mother’s daughter and was sucking me the way he sucked my mother.And knowing that alon
LUNA..Three days had blurred by and I stood at the door of my house, my heart thumping in my chest. I hadn’t seen my mother since then. Although she had called me numerous times, I had sent a text telling her I was hanging out with Rachel.After unlocking the door, I headed to the sitting room, my pulse pounding. My eyes fell on Uncle Stephan sitting in the living room, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.All the memories of that day resurfaced, the way he cock sank into my mother’s pussy. The way his hands held him as he pounded her.A tingle sensation jolted through my body making my clit throb. Oh, how I wanted to fucked by him. To have him lick my pussy.“Oh you’re back home,” Uncle Stephan said, shutting the magazine and rising from the sofa.“Yeah. Yeah,” I stuttered, clasping my hand behind me. The house felt oddly quiet. No chatter of my mother making calls, or listening to faint music.“You’re the only one at home?” I asked, my eyes flicking up at the ceiling
UnknownI sat across from them at a restaurant I didn't bother to know the name of, I was only here forOne thing and it was to spy on him.He looked so much like his father or rather our father, the only difference was that our father had brown hair, his was dark.They both shared the same feature
Logan Melissa was not happy about my trip to China. She made it very clear today that she wasn't in support of it by avoiding me for the rest of the day.After we came back from the park, she went straight to one of the rooms in the house and locked herself up. No amount of pleading made her open
Melissa “Good afternoon ma'am“ I managed to greet without stuttering and I got no response from her, I wasn't even surprised.“Melissa?” her cold voice and eyes lingered all over my face until they landed on my belly causing me to wrap my hands around it protectively. As it was going to ease the h
Melissa The rays of sunlight streamed from the slits of my curtain, landing on my face. I blinked a few times before opening my eyes. I turned to the right, where the clock was sitting on my nightstand, and it read that it was almost noon. “Ughh…” I moaned, stretching my back. It felt like I ha







