My Mom's Boyfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

(Beverley’s POV)I couldn’t believe what I had just done.My legs were still shaky as I tried to act normal in front of Mom, who had come downstairs right after Marcus made me cum again in the kitchen. My pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks, my tiny shorts completely soaked, and my mind was a complete, chaotic mess. Every time I glanced at Marcus across the room, vivid memories flooded back, his thick fingers buried deep inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that made me see stars, his low, filthy voice whispering dirty praises while my mom was just upstairs in the shower.I spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in my room, curled up on my bed with my knees drawn to my chest. I tried to process everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, but it was impossible. My body wouldn’t let me forget. Every shift of my thighs reminded me how wet I still was. How much I wanted more. How desperately I kept thinking about him, specifically about how hard he had fel

(Beverley’s POV)The next morning arrived too slowly, each minute dragging like it was deliberately torturing me.I barely slept again. Every time I closed my eyes, vivid, filthy memories flooded my mind without mercy: Marcus’s strong hands roaming possessively over my body, his mouth claiming mine with raw, demanding hunger, the thick, pulsing heat of his cock in my hand as I stroked him, and the salty, addictive taste of him on my tongue as I swallowed every drop he gave me in the kitchen. My body was restless, aching, and painfully frustrated. My pussy throbbed with a constant, low-level need that no amount of tossing and turning or pressing my thighs together could ease. I wanted him so badly it actually scared me, scared me how quickly I’d gone from guilty, secret fantasies to actively craving the man who was sleeping with my mother every night.But today was different. Worse.Mom was in one of her clingy, affectionate moods, the kind where she acted like a lovesick teenager who

(Beverley’s POV)I woke up slowly the next morning, my body still humming with leftover arousal from the night before. The memories hit me the second I opened my eyes: Marcus’s strong hands on my body, his mouth claiming mine with raw hunger, the way his thick fingers had curled deep inside me in the kitchen while Mom was upstairs. My pussy throbbed at the recollection, still slightly sensitive and slick. I pressed my thighs together under the sheets, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse.My phone was lying on the nightstand. I grabbed it with shaky fingers and unlocked the screen. There it was, a message from Marcus sent late last night.Marcus: Come downstairs. Kitchen. Now. Your mom is in the bath.I had fallen asleep before seeing it. My stomach twisted with a sharp mix of regret and fresh, electric excitement. I wondered what would have happened if I’d gone down. Would he have finally taken me right there on the counter?The house was strangely quiet. No sounds from

(Beverley’s POV)I barely survived the rest of that day.After Marcus finished inside me on the living room couch, filling me with his hot cum, we had to rush. We cleaned up frantically, wiping down the cushions, straightening the pillows, and making sure no obvious evidence remained. My legs were shaky, my pussy sore and still leaking his cum down my thighs as I hurried back upstairs. Every step reminded me of what we’d done. I could feel him inside me, warm and sticky, a constant filthy reminder that I had just let my mother’s boyfriend fuck me raw in the middle of the day.I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hiding in my room, avoiding both of them. I told Mom I wasn’t feeling well and needed to work on NYU applications. She bought it, thankfully. But my body kept betraying me. Every time I shifted on the bed, my sore pussy throbbed. My nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. My mind was completely shattered, replaying every second, the way he stretched me open, the

(Beverley’s POV)The tension in the house had become almost unbearable, thick, electric, and constantly humming just beneath the surface of every normal conversation.Marcus and I barely had any real alone time anymore, but he made sure I felt him constantly. His presence was everywhere, even when we couldn’t touch. He was a master at these secret games, pushing me further and further while Mom remained completely oblivious. It was terrifying. And addictive.It started at dinner that evening.We were all sitting at the dining table like a normal, happy family. Mom was on one side, chatting happily about her day with her friends, laughing and gesturing with her fork. Marcus sat directly across from me, looking calm and attentive as he listened to her stories. I tried to focus on my plate, pushing food around with my fork, but halfway through the meal, I felt it, his bare foot sliding slowly up my calf under the table.I froze, my breath catching in my throat.His foot moved higher with