5. Stepsons Seed

Chapter 5

The next morning, all the boys joined us in the dining room. Mother-in-law was excited about their gathering and believed they joined breakfast because they missed her. But I knew that wasn't the case. I knew it wasn't the case because Julian sat by my right and Damon by my left.

Julian started first. His hand rested on my thigh under the table, squeezing softly, then sliding higher. The long tablecloth hid everything, but my breath still hitched as his warm palm crept beneath the hem of my sundress. I kept my eyes fixed on my plate, forcing a polite smile while Mother-in-law chatted about the garden.

His fingers traced the edge of my lace panties, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before boldly slipping underneath. I was already shamefully wet—had been since the moment they sat down. Julian’s middle finger glided along my slick folds, parting them slowly, deliberately, coating himself in my arousal. He circled my clit with lazy precision, applying just enough pressure to make my thighs tremble.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard, pretending to reach for the orange juice. A soft, involuntary whimper almost escaped when he pushed one thick finger inside me, curling it upward against that spongy spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“What's the matter with you?” Mother-in-law snapped, tilting her head.

“N-nothing,” I managed, voice strained. “Just… the juice is a bit tart.”

Damon chuckled low beside me, his hand now replacing Julian’s as Julian casually withdrew and picked up his fork like nothing was happening. Damon was rougher, more impatient. Two fingers plunged deep into my dripping pussy without warning, stretching me open while his thumb pressed firmly on my swollen clit. He pumped them slowly, obscenely, the wet sounds barely masked by the clink of silverware. I clenched around him, fighting the urge to rock my hips.

My phone buzzed on the table. Christian, seated across from me, watched with dark, hungry eyes as I picked it up.

Christian: Such a good little mom, letting them finger that greedy cunt at the breakfast table. I can see how flushed you are. Squeeze around their fingers for me.

I gasped softly as Damon crooked his fingers harder, rubbing that perfect spot while Julian’s hand returned to pinch my clit lightly. My walls fluttered helplessly.

Me: Please… I can’t…

Christian: You will. Keep that pretty face neutral while they fuck you with their fingers. Imagine my cock down your throat instead. I’m so hard watching you struggle not to moan.

Julian took over again, sliding three fingers into my soaked heat this time, scissoring them wide to stretch me while his pinky teased the tight ring of my ass. I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, pretending to listen to Mother-in-law’s story about her roses. My breathing was ragged, cheeks burning. Every slow thrust made obscene, squelching noises that only we could hear beneath the cloth.

Damon’s turn. He added a third finger too, fucking me deeper, faster, his palm grinding against my clit with every stroke. My pussy clenched greedily, dripping down his hand and onto the chair. I was so close—dangerously close.

Christian: Don’t you dare cum yet. Hold it. Feel how full your little hole is. I want you shaking by the time we’re done with you.

I crossed my legs tighter, but it only trapped their hands more firmly against me. Julian’s fingers joined Damon’s for one torturous moment—four thick fingers stretching me open, pumping in alternating rhythms while my juices coated their skin. My clit throbbed painfully, begging for release.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, forcing a calm nod at something Mother-in-law said. Inside, I was falling apart—cunt pulsing, thighs slick, nipples hard against my dress.

Christian: Good girl. Now cum quietly for them. Soak their hands while you smile like the perfect daughter-in-law.

The command pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me violently. I buried my face in my napkin, pretending a small cough as my pussy spasmed wildly around their thrusting fingers. Wave after wave of hot pleasure ripped through me, my walls fluttering and gushing slick arousal all over Julian and Damon’s hands. They kept fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive.

They finally withdrew slowly, leaving me empty and aching. Julian casually wiped his glistening fingers on his napkin. Damon sucked one of his clean with a wicked smirk only I could see.

My phone buzzed again.

Christian: Such a filthy, obedient wife. Breakfast isn’t over yet. Round two starts in five minutes.