Todos os capítulos de 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I’m Alex. Nineteen. Home from university for the summer break, and I thought I’d surprise Mom by showing up a day early. Dad had ditched us when I was twelve, so it had always been just the two of us. She was forty-one now, but fuck, she still looked incredible — thick hips that swayed when she walked, heavy D-cup tits that strained against every top she owned, a round juicy ass, and long dark hair she usually wore loose. I’d spent years trying not to notice how hot my own mother was. Today, that effort died the second I stepped inside the house. I closed the front door quietly, backpack still on my shoulder, ready to yell “Surprise!” But before I could, I heard it. Loud, filthy moaning coming from the living room. “Oh my God… yes… fuck me harder, you bastard!” It was Mom’s voice. Not the sweet, caring tone she used with me. This was raw, desperate, slutty. My stomach dropped. My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway until I reached the corner where I could p

I was completely hooked. Like a drug I couldn’t quit even though it was rotting my brain. Every night I pretended to be the perfect son — helping Mom with dinner, laughing at her jokes, acting like I didn’t know she was a cock-hungry slut who loved getting gang-fucked in our living room. During the day she still played the sweet, caring mom, walking around in tiny shorts and loose tops with no bra, her heavy tits swaying and nipples constantly hard. Every time she bent over I remembered how her ass looked bouncing on that thick cock, and my dick would twitch instantly. The guilt was constant now. I felt disgusting. I felt like a pervert. But the second she mentioned “having friends over” or told me I should go out and have fun, my heart would race with sick excitement and I’d start planning where to hide. That Friday night, I told her I was going to a late movie with friends. Instead I parked down the street again, snuck back in through the side door, and hid in the dark upsta

was past the point of no return. Every time Mom had “friends over,” I told myself it would be the last time I hid and watched like a perverted freak. But the second she casually mentioned on Thursday that she was hosting “a bigger group this weekend” and suggested I spend the night at a friend’s house, I felt my cock twitch with dark excitement. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. That Saturday night I snuck back into the house through the side door after pretending to leave. This time I hid in the small storage room right off the living room — the one with the sliding door I left cracked open just enough to give me a perfect view of the entire room. I brought a small towel to cum into so I wouldn’t make a mess. My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. Eight men showed up. Eight fucking men. They were all tall, hung, and clearly used to sharing my mother like a toy. The moment the door closed, Mom stepped into the center of the living room wearing nothing but a tiny red G-s

The old sedan gave up with a pathetic cough and a cloud of white steam pouring from under the hood. Mom cursed under her breath as she guided the dying car onto the gravel shoulder of the long, deserted stretch of highway heading upstate. It was late afternoon, the summer sun still brutally hot, turning the inside of the car into a sweltering metal box. “Perfect. Just perfect,” Mom grumbled, wiping sweat from her forehead. She killed the engine and immediately started calling roadside assistance. I sat in the back, fanning myself with my hand. My short white sundress was already clinging to my skin, the thin cotton damp with sweat. I hadn’t worn panties — it was way too hot for that — and now the bare lips of my pussy were pressed against the warm leather seat. Mark, my 48-year-old stepdad, got out to pop the hood. I watched him through the window. Even in this heat, he looked good — broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, thick arms flexing as he checked the engine. He’d been i

My thighs were still shaking, coated in Mark’s thick cum and my own juices. The pickup truck continued bouncing down the highway, the warm afternoon sun pouring through the windows. I stayed seated on my stepdad’s lap, my short sundress bunched uselessly around my waist, my bare, dripping pussy resting against his softening but still heavy cock. The mess between us was obscene — sticky, warm, and spreading across his shorts and the seat beneath us. Mark’s strong arms stayed wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place. His breath was hot against the back of my neck as he whispered, “You’re such a good girl for Daddy. Cumming so hard on my cock while your mother is right there.” I could barely speak. My body felt electric, every nerve still buzzing from two powerful orgasms. But instead of feeling satisfied, I only wanted more. I shifted my hips slowly, grinding my slick, cum-covered pussy along the length of his cock, feeling it twitch and begin to harden again beneath me