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Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

she asked, trying to match Amy’s tone but missing the mark. It came out shaky, almost uncertain, like she was reading a script she didn’t fully believe. There was more laughter and a few “ohhhhs.” That same person in the front row whispered loud enough for me to hear: “Stepbrother’s kid. That’s fucked up. It's hot, though.” “Shut that wide yapper you call your mouth.” Amy snapped at the guy who immediately did as he was told.

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

Staying with the Buckley family would be better for him than living with me. The car drove further and further away, eventually blending into the traffic and disappearing. Sofia looked up. "Mommy, Jamie broke his own Lego set. I saw it." I paused and then smiled with relief, "This kid is smarter than his dad. It must be because of my genes." Sofia rolled her eyes resignedly. "What are we having for dinner tonight?" "Pasta." "Help!" Side Story: Vicente's POV The day my mother jumped, I was downstairs, watching her turn into a mess of flesh and blood.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

As she rubbed the head against her hot wet opening, she whispered, "I'm going to love this even more and so are you." With that said, she lowered her hips and felt the head press against her opening and then slowly spread it wide as she added more weight. She was coming hard as her hips jerked and bounced up and down driving even more of her son's dick deeper into her pussy. Tony gasped as the head entered the heat of his mother's vagina and then he groaned loudly as more of his shaft entered. Her hot sex was grabbing and relaxing along his length as he went deeper and deeper. The heat and the wetness went up and up as he went deeper.

The Alpha mansion was large and beautiful; it was the most beautiful and large house in the entire pack. “Are you ready?” I turned my head to the thick voice that sounded in my ears. It was Arden - my father. He wore black jeans and then a black shirt which he was just finishing the button. I saw a peak of his broad chest and huge biceps. No lies, Arden was hot. He was the hottest guy I had ever been with, the hottest guy I had ever seen. The sight of him disgusted me though, because this hot man had killed me without remorse.