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"Please, Sarah. I need to cum so bad. I have been good. I confessed everything." She laughed softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up. "Good? You have been spying on me for months, stealing my dirty panties, licking them like a dog. You are a filthy stepson freak, and freaks get edged until they break." She pulled her sports bra up and off, letting her heavy tits spill free. Her dark nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She stepped closer and smothered my face between them. "Suck on stepmom's tits while I stroke you again. But remember, no cumming."

My tits swung heavy, nipples grazing his legs. “Tell me what you see,” I demanded. “You… fuck, Ma’am, you riding me, taking my cum, begging for more… your pussy so creamy…” I spun around to face him, sinking back down, and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me while the TV showed me on my knees sucking his cum off my own fingers. “This is us now,” I hissed, grinding slowly and filthy. “Your stepmommy’s personal p**n star. And you’re going to add another load to the collection.”

She stammered and swallowed hard with her eyes looking at him so cautiously, she muttered pleadingly, “Please, stop.. Don't come any closer. I am your stepmom!” Corban chuckled then trapped her in the middle of his arms and traced her face with his lips. He blew air on her skin to her ear and let out his tongue to lick the tip of her ear before whispering in his sexy hoarse voice, “You know? That makes it more kinky, stepmum.” Stepmum shivered from the cold air and also his voice that made her tummy flip. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth before regaining her sanity, she clenched her fist hard and looked at him boldly.

“Jackie… I'm not sure that's such a good idea... I mean, I know we're not blood relatives, but you're my stepmother… "I'm married to my father." "Oh, it's alright," she assured me. "One little suck won't hurt anything, and no one but us will ever know." She pushed both of her top straps down her arms, as well as her top down, over and off of her breasts. Putting them in front of me. Her vast, luscious- looking breasts with pale skin were stunning.

Sophia’s latest text burned in my pocket all day like a live grenade. I felt sick. suddenly starring in my own blackmail drama. This wasn’t some TikTok scandal, this was real life with real rich people who could destroy us. I spent the afternoon pacing my room, AirPods blasting sad playlists while I tried to act normal. Mom kept texting me about helping with dinner prep for Sophia’s visit. Like, cool, let’s all pretend everything’s fine while my stepbrother’s “perfect match” threatens to expose the fact that he’s been railing me every night.

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice. By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down. My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.

He pointed at my left breast. Damn it. He was right. “I got your proper size,” he murmured. “And it fits perfectly.” My pulse thudded. “You… you bought this?” I asked sharply. “I thought Mom bought these for me. Did she ask you to?” I couldn’t believe it. There was no way Mom would ask my stepbrother to buy me bikinis—and matching thongs, no less. The realization hit like ice.

“I-It's nothing. It's just the flu.” “Nothing?” The guy scoffs and playfully squeezes the side of my waist. “She's trying to impress you, Mamma. She could barely get out of bed the other night.” “That sounds terrible.” Mamma? Does he always call his stepmom 'mamma'? It sounds a little weird. Just because she looks only ten years older than him. This woman's already in her 50s, but she looks 40 even with minimal makeup. It's not the Botox, though. Just genetics. It's pretty obvious why people gravitate towards her, even winning her the local elections twice.

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.