All Chapters of My Mom's Boyfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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My Mom's whore Boyfriend

Beverly’s POVMy dad had only been gone for barely two months when my mom started dating someone new. It happened so fast it made my head spin. One minute she was crying about the divorce, and the next she was smiling at her phone like a lovesick teenager. It makes me wonder if she ever truly loved my dad at all, or if their breakup was just part of some twisted scheme so she could finally be with her whore of a boyfriend.His name is Marcus, and he moved into our house just a few days ago. I already hate him with a burning intensity that surprises even me. The very first day he showed up at our doorstep with his bags, I noticed the way his eyes kept drifting toward me. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. When I opened the door to let him in, I was wearing a simple white tank top, and his gaze immediately dropped. He lingered far too long on my chest. I won’t lie, I’m really busty, and tank tops like that one do my tits justice, hugging them tightly and showing off their full, round

My girlfriend's Sexy daughter

Marcus’s POVI met this recently divorced woman who’s really into me, and honestly, the chemistry between us is off the charts. Her name is Bianca She’s older than me, but I don’t mind that at all and from what I can tell, she doesn’t either. She’s been craving attention and excitement after her marriage fell apart, and I’m more than happy to give it to her. For me, it’s all about the fun. No strings, no heavy commitments, just pure pleasure. When she invited me to move into her house after just a few weeks of seeing each other, I didn’t hesitate. Why turn down free room and a woman who can’t keep her hands off me?I moved in not too long ago, and let me tell you, this place has some serious perks I wasn’t expecting. Her daughter, Beverly, is one of the sexiest, hottest, and prettiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on. The moment I arrived at the front door with my bags, she was the one who opened it for me. She stood there in this tight white tank top that left very little to the imaginat

Almost—Beverley’s POV

: I had signed up for NYU(New York University) and I had been anxiously waiting for my admission decision to arrive. Today was the day that would determine everything. That acceptance letter was my ticket out of this house, the only way I could finally escape my mom and her hot, yet incredibly annoying, boyfriend. I planned to live on campus so I wouldn’t have to travel back and forth from home. I had already discussed this arrangement with my parents back when they were still together, so there was no need to revisit the topic now.My mom and I had never really seen eye to eye, even before the separation. I had always been closer to my dad, and now that my parents were no longer together, the tension between us had only grown worse. We lived like strangers sharing the same roof, everyone simply minding their own business. It hadn’t always been this way. Things changed when my mom landed that fancy new job. Sure, it paid well, but it had stolen the version of my mom I once knew and l

:Almost—Marcus's POV

It was a little past 1 a.m. and the house was completely quiet except for the low hum of the television. Bianca and I were lounging in the living room, neither of us feeling sleepy yet. We were talking about her daughter, Beverly. I acted like the concerned stepfather, asking all the right questions, pretending I just wanted to get to know my “step-daughter” better. In reality, I couldn’t get the girl out of my head.Bianca mentioned that Beverly was expecting her admission letter from NYU any day now. She told me Beverly planned to stay in the school hostel. The moment those words left her mouth, I felt a surge of irritation. I didn’t want Beverly in some hostel. I wanted her right here, under this roof, where I could see her every single day. I had plans for that girl, dirty, filthy plans and none of them involved her living miles away from me.I leaned forward, keeping my voice casual. “You know, with the way things are right now, maybe it’s not the best idea for her to stay in the

After the Touch (Beverley’s POV)

I slipped into bed, the image of his lust-filled eyes and those strong hands replaying over and over in my mind like a filthy loop I couldn’t pause. Sleep was going to be impossible tonight. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be.The house was quiet again, but something between us had happened. I knew it. And from the way he’d looked at me… he knew it too.I lay there in the darkness, still wearing nothing but my tiny pink booty shorts. The soft fabric was already damp between my thighs, clinging uncomfortably to my swollen pussy. My body felt electric, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more attention. The cool air from the AC brushed over my bare breasts, making my nipples tighten into hard, aching little peaks again. I shivered, but not from the cold.God, what the hell is wrong with me?I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow tightly and trying to force myself to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. No matter how hard I tried to think about NYU, or moving out,

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

Breakfast Tension

(Beverley’s POV)Here's the expanded and longer version of that specific opening:The next morning came way too quickly. Sunlight was already filtering through my curtains, but I barely slept at all. I’d spent most of the night tossing and turning in my sheets, my body still buzzing and oversensitive from everything that had happened. My pussy felt sore and swollen from how brutally I’d fucked myself with my thick vibrator while listening to Marcus destroy Mom through the thin walls. Every muscle in my core ached in the best and worst way possible, a constant reminder of how many times I’d cum thinking about him.My mind wouldn’t stop replaying it all on an endless filthy loop. The way Marcus’s big, strong hands had squeezed and kneaded my heavy tits in the kitchen. How boldly his thumbs had teased and circled my hard nipples until I was trembling. The intense, hungry look in his eyes when he finally let go. And then, right after I ran upstairs, the sounds of him fucking Mom again, lo

Public Tease

Marcus's POV Breakfast was pure fucking torture, the best kind.I stood at the stove flipping bacon, the sizzle of the pan filling the kitchen, but my attention was completely locked on Beverley. No matter how hard I tried to focus on cooking, my eyes kept drifting back to her. She’d just bent over in those tiny cotton shorts to grab something from the fridge, deliberately showing off that perfect, plump ass like she was testing my self-control. The fabric had ridden up high, exposing the smooth, round cheeks and the way they jiggled slightly with her movement. It took everything in me not to walk over and grab her right there.When she straightened up and turned around with the orange juice in her hand, her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin tank top, poking out like little invitations. The morning light made the fabric even more see-through, outlining the full, heavy shape of her tits perfectly. She looked freshly fucked even though I hadn’t touched her yet, flushed

Stay Home

(Beverley’s POV)The knock on my door came later that evening, just when I thought I could finally have some peace after the long, emotionally draining day. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop open in front of me, staring at the bright screen showing the official NYU acceptance letter and all the housing information I’d been excitedly researching for months. The photos of the dorm rooms, the campus tours, the move-in dates, and the promise of independence, it all felt like a lifeline. The promise of moving out, starting fresh on my own terms, and finally getting some real distance from this broken, suffocating house had been the one thing keeping me going through all the chaos of the divorce and everything that came after.“Come in,” I called, already feeling uneasy as I set my laptop aside.Mom stepped inside, closing the door gently behind her. She had a soft, almost hopeful expression on her face as she sat on the edge of my bed, smoothing out her robe with her hand

After they talked

Marcus's POV I was lying on the bed scrolling through my phone when Bianca walked into the bedroom, looking stressed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across the room. Bianca closed the door behind her and let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. Her shoulders slumped, hair messy from the day, blouse rumpled. She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, curling up against me.“How did it go?” I asked, setting my phone aside.“Not great,” she murmured against my shirt. “She got really upset. Said we already discussed her living on campus months ago and that I’m going back on my word. She even brought you into it… said everything changed the moment you moved in.”I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. My hand rubbed her back in slow circles. “She’s just upset about all the changes. The divorce hit her hard. Give her some time.”Bianca nodded, resting her head on my chest. I tilted her chin up and kissed her, letting my lips linger before pulling back and

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