My Mom's Boyfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

(Marcus’s POV)Beverley was getting bold.Too bold.After days of me teasing her mercilessly, driving her crazy with secret touches, filthy texts, and stolen moments, she had finally started fighting back. That little show on the staircase earlier had my cock aching for hours afterward. The way she pulled her dress down, squeezing those perfect heavy tits together while pinching her nipples. The way she bent over, arched her back, and spread her ass to show me her dripping, bare pussy right there in the house while her mom sat in the living room. It was reckless. Dangerous. And so fucking hot.She was testing me. Pushing boundaries to see how far she could go. And while part of me loved her growing confidence, another, darker part needed to remind her exactly who was really in control.That night, after Bianca had fallen into a deep sleep beside me, I waited until the house was completely quiet. The only sounds were the faint ticking of the clock and Bianca’s soft, even breathing. I s

(Marcus’s POV)Beverley was getting too bold.After her daring performance the day before, sending me that filthy nude photo from her bed, bending over in that tiny dress while “cleaning” right in front of me, flashing her tits and wiggling her ass while Bianca was just in the kitchen, I knew it was time to remind her exactly who was really in control. She had tasted power and was starting to enjoy pushing my buttons. I loved her growing confidence, the way she was becoming more daring and playful, but I couldn’t allow her to forget the natural order of things between us. I was the one in charge. I always had been, and I always would be.I waited patiently until Bianca went upstairs to take one of her long, relaxing baths. The second I heard the water running and the bathroom door close, I stood up from the couch with purpose and went straight to the living room where Beverley was pretending to read a book on the sofa. She looked up at me with those wide, knowing eyes, a hint of a tea

(Beverley’s POV) The next day, I woke up with a new kind of energy buzzing through my veins. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room, but I wasn’t thinking about the weather or the weekend ahead. I was tired of being the one who was always teased, always left wanting more, my body aching with unmet desire. Today, everything was going to change. I wanted Marcus to feel exactly what I had been feeling for weeks, frustrated, desperate, and throbbing with need that had nowhere to go.I slipped out of bed and stood in front of my mirror, heart already racing with anticipation. After rummaging through my drawer, I chose the shortest, sluttiest nightgown I owned: a thin, silky pink one that clung to my curves like a second skin and barely covered my tities. The hem barely reached the bottom of my ass, and the fabric was so sheer that my nipples were clearly visible if the light hit just right. No panties underneath, just the gown and my growing confidence.

(Marcus’s POV)I was losing control.Beverley had turned the tables on me completely, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Or if I even wanted to.After that torturous lap dance and the way she’d left me hanging earlier that night, I was rock hard and aching. My cock throbbed painfully in my boxers as I lay in bed next to Bianca, who was fast asleep and breathing softly beside me. Every shift of the sheets sent sparks through my over-sensitive dick. Precum had soaked through the fabric, leaving a cool, sticky reminder of just how badly I needed release. Sleep was impossible. My mind kept replaying every teasing wiggle, every brush of her ass against me, the wet heat I’d felt through her panties. She was in my blood now.I couldn’t take it anymore.Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Bianca. My heart hammered in my chest as I crept down the hallway, the floor cool under my bare feet. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner. Beverley’s door wa

(Beverley’s POV)I was lying in bed, waiting.The house had grown quiet hours ago, but my body was already humming with anticipation. My skin felt too warm under the sheets, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my tank top. Between my legs, my pussy was wet and aching, slick with need that had been building all day from the teasing games I’d played with Marcus. I kept glancing at the clock on my nightstand. It was the usual time, the window when he would normally slip out of the master bedroom and creep down the hall to me. My heart raced with that familiar mix of excitement and power. Tonight, I planned to reward him just a little. Maybe let his hands wander further. Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again.But tonight, something was different.At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting s