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“Who the hell are you and why can't you knock?”
I swallowed and kept my head straight. They were my stepsons regardless. “I'm Elena. Your late father's legal wife. We haven't met. So, let's make this the official introduction. I've learnt your names but can you introduce yourselves properly?”
It was brazen, considering I was the replacement of their late mother. But, brazen was my middle name.
The first born, in which I believed was Damon, sat relaxed by his desk, on a swiveling chair, both legs probed on the desk, staring at me with something other than curiosity. Julian sat on the arm rest of the couch. Christian sat on the edge of the desk, they all stared at me with that curious gaze. Christian sized me up and down.
Damon got up, took slow steps close to me, my heart raced with each step, until he closed the space between us, his cologne assaulting my nostrils, it almost made me retch.
I tried to keep my stance, holding his gaze. He reached out, his thumb wiping at my lips, cleaning the lip gloss.
“Your lip gloss is distracting, mother.” He muttered.
He then leaned further, resting his nose against the nape of my neck. “You smell divine.”
I smiled, relieved that we are bonding. “Thank you. Now, if you'd join me to—”
He suddenly brought out a syringe before I could react, stabbed it to my neck and my eyes fluttered close, my world shutting off.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was in a master bedroom, facing the floor-to-ceiling window that revealed the city skyline and it was still dark. But, I was tied up. Panic crawled up my chest. No, I wasn't tied, I was handcuffed. Handcuffed to a bed post, my black gown was still intact, my panties and bra, untouched.
But, I was on my knees, tied to a bed post.
I lifted my gaze, catching Julian sitting on the couch in the bedroom, casually flipping through pages of a novel.
“Julian! Why do you have me tied up?! Release me instantly!”
He ignored me.
I looked to my left, Damon stood by the bed, watching me with careful intent, a glass of liquor in his hand.
“Damon? I know you are pissed about me taking your mother's place but let's settle this amicably! This isn't the right way to go about it!”
“We don't have you tied up because you replaced our mother.”
Christian said, coming out of the bathroom in only sweatpants, both hands stuffed in his pocket.
He crouched low before me. “We are not holding you hostage as our stepmother but as the thief that stole from our father.”
I frowned. “What thief? What are you talking about?” I looked to Damon. “Damon, what is he talking about?”
Christian grabbed my jaw, forcing me to face him. “Damon did a background check on you and found out you were acquainted with someone that attempted to rob father’s offshore account few months before. John Bassett.”
“What? John was my former boss! We worked at Oli and Co Corporation before I was sacked unfairly. I no longer acquaint with that bastard. I swear on my life, Christian.” I turned to face Damon. “Damon, I swear.”
He started stalking towards me, bottle of liquor in his hand.
He stood before me and gave me the drink.
“Drink.”
I did, anything to make them trust me.
“Keep drinking. I want you completely loose.”
I drank as much as I could. It was then that his statement settled on me.
“You want me loose? What does that mean?”
“That drink is drugged. It makes you vulnerable and you'll be able to confess everything you know with that drink in your system.”
Lo and behold, my vision became blurry immediately. My legs weak, my muscles weak.
“What did you—what did you put in that drink?”
I slurred.
He crouched beside Christian and grabbed my jaw, forcing my weak self to meet his gaze.
“I swear, Damon. I no longer acquaint with that man. He was just a boss and I was an employee and I left. I swear, we've not met since I got sacked.” I slurred.
Then, a slow and predatory smirk appeared across Damon’s face. “I know.” He says, “I know you no longer acquaint with him. As a matter of fact, I've interrogated him and he swore the same thing.”
“Then, why did you drug me to confess?”
His lips hovered over mine. “Because I wanted to do this.”
I didn't see it coming, I just felt the cold, slippery sensation on my lips then realized it was his saliva. He spat on me.
Then, he took out tongue, licking the saliva off my lips gingerly.
I couldn't contain my shock, my fingers trembling.
He didn't stop there, he kept licking then went to kissing, biting my weak lips, shoving my mouth open to shove his tongue in, kissing roughly and hungrily.
Christian leaned in to release my handcuffed hand from the bed post, my frail body fell into him, his hand moving over my waist then up my breast to cup it as Damon kept kissing. He reached down, sliding until his delicate fingers hiked up my gown. His fingers dipped in, thumb brushing over my soaked panties.
“Fucking soaked, huh?” he whispered against my ears, Damon's kiss deepening brutally.
He shifted my panties sideways and dug two fingers in at once, causing me to gasp into Damon's mouth. He starts thrusting, the squelching sound of both Damon's kiss and Christian's thrusts in and out of my pussy filling the room.
I climaxed into his hand so fast and embarrassingly as Damon broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips breaking apart immediately.
My body was still shaking from the sudden, humiliating orgasm when Christian withdrew his fingers with a wet sound. He smirked, holding up his glistening digits for Damon to see.
“She's dripping already,” Christian growled.
Damon’s eyes darkened with hunger. Without a word, he lifted my limp, drugged body over his shoulder and carried me to the center of the massive bed. He tossed me onto my back, the torn front of my gown falling open completely, Christian standing behind him. Julian remained seated on the couch a few feet away, legs crossed, calmly turning pages of his novel as if nothing depraved was happening.
Christian stripped off his sweatpants, revealing his thick, veined cock already rock hard and precum leaking from it. He brought my weak hand to wrap around it.
“Feel that? I'm so hard for your pussy, mommy.” He smirked.
I rubbed slowly, massaging his swollen length.
Damon reached out for the remains of my gown and stripped me out of it, leaving just my bra and panties. Christian reached for my pant and nudged it down, bringing it up to his face and licking center which glistened with my climax.
“So fucking delicious. Dad ever tell you that.” He spread my legs wider, his gaze pinning me. “That fuckass old geezer kept this all to himself.”
Damon reached out for my bra, ripped it off, leaving me completely bared and naked before them.
Christian leaned in, rubbing the fat head of his long cock up and down my aching clit.
“Fuck!” I muttered.
He continued, rubbing up and down.
Damon moved to my head, lifted my head up and removed his belt, let his zipper down and let out his own fat, long cock.
“That pretty mouth looks like it sucks so good, no?” he teased, slapping his fat head on my lips.
I moaned loudly as Christian thick cock slid inside of me, gaze thrown back.
“Oh, fuck. So big.”
“Yeah, right?” Christian murmured as he starts moving, stretching me impossibly deep. “So, fucking tight.”
He started fucking me with hard, deliberate strokes, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.
Damon gripped my hair and turned my face toward him. “Open that pretty mouth, Mother.” He slapped his thick cock against my lips before shoving it inside, filling my throat. I gagged around him as he began fucking my face, matching Damon’s rhythm.
The room filled with wet sounds of Christian’s cock plunging into my dripping pussy, Damon’s balls hitting my chin, my muffled moans vibrating around his shaft. Christian reached down and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles while pounding me harder, forcing my back to arch off the bed.
“Hmmm, yeah, baby.” Damon groaned, his thick cock reaching the base of my throat, making me gag.
Christian rocked into me, my breast bouncing from the rhythm.
“Holy fuck. So fucking good, baby.” Damon moaned.
Damon pulled out of my mouth briefly, letting me gasp for air, strings of saliva dripping down my chin, before sliding back in even deeper. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from my eyes as another orgasm built rapidly inside me.
I came hard around Christian’s cock, my pussy spasming and squirting messily onto the sheets. But they didn’t stop. Christian kept fucking me through it.
Finally, Christian pulled out and came deep inside my pussy with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot cum. Damon followed moments later, pulling out of my mouth and painting my face and breasts with thick ropes of his seed.
Exhausted, trembling, and covered in their cum, my body finally gave out. The world blurred as I passed out from overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion, Julian still quietly reading his book on the couch.
Chapter 4The mansion was asleep after a very silent, awkward dinner. Everyone had gone to bed, but I was up, dressed only in my sexiest black lacy bra and matching panties that barely covered anything. I stood in front of the mirror, heart hammering, contemplating whether I should actually go to them.Then my phone buzzed.Christian: We are waiting, mother. If you are one minute late, we would go two rounds without making you cum.I rolled my eyes at his arrogant threat, but my pussy clenched hard at the memory. Christian’s thick cock stretching me open so perfectly. Damon’s heavy shaft fucking my throat until I gagged and drooled. And Julian… God, Julian. His massive virgin cock had filled me so completely, like he was made for my pussy.These men were my stepsons. It was wrong. Disgusting, even. But I wanted them. I wanted them to fuck me until I saw stars and forgot my own name.I slipped on a silk robe and took the secret route Damon had described. As I neared their private qua
Chapter 3I went for breakfast limping.“What happened to you last night?”I looked up. Rayna sat at the dining table, drinking soda, her curious eyes staring back at me.I cleared my throat. “I fell on the stairs.”“Or my cousins broke your legs?” She snickered.I laughed it off, pretending she was right because the alternative would have me skinned alive by everyone.I still can't believe I let them do that to me. I should hate it. I should probably report them because I was drugged… but I enjoyed every bit of it and it's so fucking disgraceful. I've not had a good dick like that in such a long time and it felt like fresh air.Heat crawled up my cheeks as my heart pounded fast. I let my first stepson pound my pussy and the other fuck my mouth. I couldn't eat my meal, I couldn't swallow anything. As I took water to push down the small piece of scrambled egg I bit, I heard approaching footsteps. A strong hand wrapped around my neck, squeezed softly, and a deep voice murmured, “Good mo
Chapter 2“Who the hell are you and why can't you knock?”I swallowed and kept my head straight. They were my stepsons regardless. “I'm Elena. Your late father's legal wife. We haven't met. So, let's make this the official introduction. I've learnt your names but can you introduce yourselves properly?”It was brazen, considering I was the replacement of their late mother. But, brazen was my middle name.The first born, in which I believed was Damon, sat relaxed by his desk, on a swiveling chair, both legs probed on the desk, staring at me with something other than curiosity. Julian sat on the arm rest of the couch. Christian sat on the edge of the desk, they all stared at me with that curious gaze. Christian sized me up and down.Damon got up, took slow steps close to me, my heart raced with each step, until he closed the space between us, his cologne assaulting my nostrils, it almost made me retch. I tried to keep my stance, holding his gaze. He reached out, his thumb wiping at my l
1. Stepson SeedChapter 1My husband died six months after our marriage people like to call, a “dream marriage”. They believed it was a love story. You know, he met me, liked me and we decided to get married because I reciprocated the feelings. Meanwhile, i hated the old geezer. Suddenly, he had an heart attack and slumped to his death. Just like that. One day he was barking orders about his empire, the next he was gone. They wanted to put the blame on me, especially the evil witch he called a mother but luckily, autopsy was done and it was confirmed to be heart attack, a condition that had been brewing long before he met me. Now the family policy says I have to move into his old mansion, where his family lived and mourn him in black for ten full days. Ten days of pretending I give a shit. Ten days of standing that evil witch of a mother-in-law, the greedy bitch of an aunt-in-law and the spoilt brat of a neice-in-law. Just ten days. Ten days and I'm out of their lives, my mission comp







