All Chapters of My secret lover is my mother's husband (English Version): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cassandra“Ohhhh! Cassandra, you feel so good to fuck!” George shouted as he fiercely pounded my pussy. I was on all fours on his soft bed, willingly yielding to my step father.Yes, George is my step father, my mom’s second husband, but there is a reason why I am now his bed partner.He grabbed both of my breasts and squeezed them hard while continuing his sharp, hard thrusts into my reddened hole. Juices spurted from my pussy with every in-and-out stroke of his large dick into my swollen cave.“Ummmm! Ummmmp! Your pussy is so tight!” he said as he rapidly drilled into me.My eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as I matched his thrusts, knowing he was close to coming.I, too, wanted to reach another orgasm, so I forced myself to match and chase his movements even though my knees were trembling with weakness.“Ahhhhh! Keep going! Pound me hard! Fuck me and fuck me! You’re so good at fucking!” I said, which made George’s rhythm even faster.His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt almos

CassandraI knew mom didn't really love Don George and only wanted his money, but I didn't say anything and just let her be.I found out that Don George was actually sixty-five years old. My mom, on the other hand, was right at forty, so I was sure any relationship they had wasn't serious—even though he was handsome and didn't look like a senior citizen at all.“Ma, are you sure about this decision to get married? You don't even love him; what if you back out?” I said while we were inside a hotel room preparing for their civil wedding.Mom annoyed pinched me, “Keep your voice down! Of course I really don't want to, but look at how weak George is—he had hip surgery so he has trouble walking. His therapy abroad is ongoing, but I told him to hire you instead, so that way you'll have an income besides the money we'll get from him. Besides, I've completely fooled the old man; he already bought a mansion and we're going to live there. We won't struggle anymore, especially when he kicks the

CassandraIt was as if I finally snapped back to reality, so I immediately chugged the liquor and poured myself another glass. It occurred to me then that mom was probably never honest with me either when she went abroad to work.She probably wasn't being abused by her employer because they were cruel; it was likely her own fault because she was stealing from them.Our drinking session with Don George continued until we had finished almost three expensive bottles.“Don't you have a wife? I don't know anything about your life, whereas for sure mom has already told you about our past,” I asked.He took a drink before refilling our glasses, “My first wife is dead. I have two children, but we don't get along. They didn't grow up with me; they lived with my in-laws since they were little. They never even treated me like a father, but until now, they're still using my money.”I waited to see if he would say more, but he stopped, so I didn't ask further because I didn't want to be nosy, plus

CassandraI woke up early the next day.I wasn't able to fall back asleep after thinking all night. My mind was a mess—about Don George, about what happened between us, about the arrival of his son, and about things I shouldn't be thinking about that kept entering my brain anyway.I got up and took a bath. When I stepped out of my room, the whole mansion was still quiet. It seemed like everyone was still asleep, even the helpers. I thought about making some coffee.When I reached the kitchen, I grabbed the coffee maker. I put in water, coffee, and sugar. While waiting for it to boil, I leaned against the counter.It was quiet. Only the sound of the machine could be heard.My mind started wandering again. I didn't know why ever since Gabriel arrived yesterday, there seemed to be a strange vibe in the house. It felt like the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy. The kind of feeling where you can't stay still even when you're not doing anything.I picked up my cup and poured some coffee. I sme

CassandraI woke up early the next day. I hadn't slept well, anyway; what I’d heard the night before kept playing over and over in my mind. So, I decided to go downstairs and help in the kitchen to take my mind off things.When I arrived in the kitchen, the helpers were already there.“Good morning,” I greeted Manang Imelda, Manang Carol, and Kara.“Good morning, dear,” Manang Imelda replied.Manang Carol was busy chopping vegetables, while Kara—who was around my age—was quietly arranging plates. She was the only one I smiled at genuinely; I could sense that the other two were fond of gossip.“It’s good you came down,” Manang Imelda said. “We rarely see you here in the kitchen.”“I just wanted to help,” I said.I grabbed some eggs and started cracking them into a bowl. I stayed quiet, just listening to them.Before long, they started chatting again.“Sir Gabriel has arrived,” Manang Carol said.“Yes,” Manang Imelda replied. “He’s so handsome. He looks like a movie star.”I didn't say