Forbidden desire : my stepmother (part 2)

The next week blurred into a haze of arousal and frustration.

Madison – I forced myself to think her name instead of stepmother to survive each day without coming in my pants – teased me relentlessly. Every morning, she woke me up in her robe or tiny shorts and a cropped tee with no bra, nipples brushing against thin fabric. She’d stretch in front of the kitchen counter, her ass perking out, perfect for grabbing, for slamming into from behind. I’d sit there, throbbing under the table, pretending to read emails from college while she prepared coffee, humming softly like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She trained me every afternoon in the home gym, wearing skintight leggings and sports bras that barely contained her full breasts. Her skin glistened with sweat as she corrected my posture, her fingers digging into my hips, thighs, chest – everywhere she wasn’t supposed to touch me so intimately. Sometimes, her fingers would linger too long on my lower belly, brushing against the band of my shorts. My cock would twitch under the fabric, painfully erect. I saw the way her eyes darkened each time.

“Good boy,” she’d whisper when I completed my last set, and those two words alone almost made me explode in my shorts.

One afternoon, after an intense leg workout, she wiped my forehead with her towel, her eyes locked onto mine. Her breath came out in shallow pants, her chest heaving, her nipples pebbling against the soaked sports bra. Without a word, she grabbed the hem of her top and peeled it off, tossing it aside.

My mouth went dry.

She wore nothing underneath. Her breasts were round, heavy, tipped with dusky pink nipples that hardened under my gaze. Sweat glistened between them, dripping down her toned belly to the waistband of her leggings.

“Help me out of these,” she whispered, turning her back to me. She hooked her thumbs into the tight waistband, wiggling her hips as she peeled them down halfway, revealing a thin black thong that disappeared between the round curves of her ass.

I froze. My chest pounded so hard it hurt. My cock strained against my shorts, throbbing with painful need. She looked over her shoulder, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.

“Well?” she asked softly. “Don’t you want to help your stepmother?”

Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, grabbing the waistband and dragging her leggings down her long, smooth legs. She stepped out of them delicately, turning to face me in just her thong. Her nipples were stiff, her chest flushed with desire.

“Take off your shorts,” she commanded in a low voice.

I didn’t even hesitate. My hands shook as I peeled them off, my cock springing free, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with precum. Her eyes dropped to it, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“You’re… so big,” she whispered, stepping closer, her breasts brushing against my chest. She wrapped her fingers around my length, stroking it slowly, her thumb teasing the slit, spreading the precum over the head. My knees almost buckled.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing her hips to steady myself.

She pressed closer, her lips brushing my jawline. “Do you want me, baby?”

I could barely think. “Yes… fuck yes.”

Her eyes locked onto mine with dark hunger as she sank to her knees before me, her fingers still stroking my cock. She looked up, her tongue flicking out to tease the head, licking away the precum before wrapping her lips around it. My vision blurred as she sucked me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her throat opening as she took me down to the base.

“Fuck… Madison…” I growled, grabbing her hair as her head bobbed up and down, her wet lips making obscene slurping sounds. Her eyes watered from the depth, saliva dripping down her chin, but she never stopped. She moaned around my cock, sending vibrations through me until I felt my balls tighten.

I pulled her off, panting, my cock glistening with her saliva. “I’m gonna cum…”

Her lips curled into a sinful smile as she stood up, hooking her thumbs into her thong and peeling it down her toned legs. She stepped out of it and tossed it aside, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy, her lips puffy and slick with arousal. She climbed onto the weight bench, spreading her legs wide, her fingers teasing her slit as she looked at me with wild, desperate eyes.

“Then cum inside me,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, lining myself up with her soaked entrance, and thrust into her in one hard, desperate motion. She cried out, her back arching as I filled her completely, her walls gripping me like a vice.

“Oh god… fuck… yes…” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. I slammed into her over and over, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nails digging into my back as she chanted my name like a prayer.

“Harder… fuck me harder… don’t stop… please, baby…”

Her filthy words sent me over the edge. I grabbed her thighs, slamming into her with brutal force, the slap of skin echoing in the gym. Her pussy clenched around me as she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her body, her juices gushing around my cock. I buried myself as deep as I could go, groaning as I emptied myself inside her, feeling her warmth milking every last drop from me.

When I pulled out, she lay there panting, her thighs trembling, her pussy dripping with our combined release onto the leather bench. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with satisfaction and dark lust.

She reached out, stroking my cock gently, her touch sending shivers down my spine. “This stays between us,” she whispered. “Understand?”

I nodded, breathless. “Yeah… yeah.”

She smiled softly, pulling me down for a slow, filthy kiss. “Good boy.”

That night, guilt and ecstasy burned in my chest as I lay in bed, the scent of her still on my skin. I knew it was wrong. I knew my father would destroy me if he found out. But I didn’t care. Because all I could think about was how she felt around me, how she moaned my name, how her nails marked my back with desperate need.

And I knew this was only the beginning. Because now that I’d tasted her, there was no going back

The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. She wore a white sundress that barely covered her ass, her hair tied up in a messy bun, her skin glowing. At breakfast, she placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of me, her fingers brushing mine.

“Sleep well?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

I nodded, trying not to look at her. My cock stirred just from the memory of her warm, tight pussy milking me dry the night before. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned away, humming softly under her breath.

Later that day, she found me in my room, studying for my online summer class. She closed the door behind her, locking it quietly before walking over to my bed.

“Stand up,” she commanded softly.

I obeyed, my heart hammering in my chest. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling out my cock. Without a word, she took me deep into her throat, gagging slightly as she swallowed around my length. I grabbed her hair, thrusting into her mouth, my hips rolling uncontrollably.

When I came, she swallowed every drop, licking me clean before tucking me back into my jeans. She stood up, kissed my cheek softly, and walked out of the room without a single word.

I stood there, panting, my legs trembling.

That evening, she crawled into my bed after Dad fell asleep. Her body was warm and soft against mine, her scent filling my senses as she kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth with slow, teasing strokes. She climbed on top of me, lowering herself onto my cock, gasping softly as I filled her.

She rode me slowly, her hands on my chest, her breasts swaying with each grind of her hips. She whispered filthy things in my ear, telling me how good I felt inside her, how badly she needed me, how no one else could fuck her like this.

“Say you want me,” she whispered, her nails digging into my chest. “Say you want to fuck your stepmother.”

“I want you,” I groaned, thrusting up into her. “Fuck… I want you so bad.”

She moaned loudly, her walls clenching around me as she came, her juices gushing down my length. I grabbed her hips, slamming up into her as I came deep inside her, filling her with every hot, desperate pulse.

Afterward, she lay on my chest, tracing patterns on my skin with her fingers.

“This is our secret,” she whispered softly. “No one can ever know.”

I nodded, kissing her forehead. “No one will.”

But as I lay there, my arm wrapped around her naked body, I knew something inside me had shifted forever. Because this wasn’t just sex anymore. I was falling for her. Hard and fast.

And in that dark, silent room, I realised the truth that terrified and excited me in equal measure:

I would burn the world to keep her.