Stepmother's Forbidden Craving
1326 Words
🍆Chapter 1🍆
The bedroom door swung open without a knock. Jake stood there, frozen, keys still in his hand from practice. His eyes locked onto the bed where his stepmom, Laura, lay with her legs spread wide. Her night gown was pushed up to her waist. One hand pinched her hard n****e while the other moved a thick purple vibrator deep in and out of her wet p***y. Her eyes were closed tight, lips parted, soft moans filling the room.
She hadn't heard him come in.
Jake's c**k hardened instantly in his shorts. He couldn't move. Laura looked so different like this; hair messy, cheeks red, hips rolling to meet every movement of the toy. The wet sounds as it slid in and out made his mouth dry. He had always noticed how hot she was, but seeing her like this, lost in pleasure, hit him like a punch.
Laura's breathing got faster. "Oh yes... right there..." she moaned. Her back arched. The vibrator buzzed louder as she pushed it deeper.
Then her eyes opened.
She saw him.
For a second, everything stopped. Her face turned bright red. She yanked the vibrator out with a wet pop and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her naked body fast. The toy was still making sound under the covers.
"Jake!" she gasped. "What are you doing here? Get out!"
He didn't leave. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, eyes still filled with lust. His gaze moved over the shape of her body under the blanket.
"I can replace that toy," he said, voice low and rough. "You don't need it."
Laura's heart slammed against her ribs. Embarrassment burned through her. This was her husband's son. Only twenty-two, home from college for the summer. She was supposed to be the responsible stepmom, not the woman he just caught f*****g herself with a toy.
"Jake, please," she said, voice shaking. "Act like you didn't see anything. Your father... my husband will be home any minute. Leave. Now."
He didn't move. Instead, he turned the lock on the door with a soft click. The sound made her stomach drop.
"Jake, no," she whispered.
He walked closer, tall and broad from all that basketball. His eyes never left hers. He reached the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the blanket down her body. She tried to hold it, but he was stronger. The blanket fell away. Her nightgown was still bunched up. Her p***y was exposed, pink and glistening. The vibrator lay beside her, still buzzing.
He picked it up, turned it off, and tossed it aside. Then he climbed onto the bed between her legs.
"Jake, we can't," Laura said, but her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. "This is wrong. I'm married to your dad."
He ran his hands up her thighs, spreading them wider. "Dad ignores you. I hear you at night, Laura,touching yourself, trying to c*m but never quite getting there. He comes home tired, falls asleep, leaves you like this."
Her face burned hotter. He knew. He had heard her.
Before she could answer, Jake lowered his head and buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her wet slit. Laura's hips jerked. A loud moan escaped before she could stop it.
"Oh God... Jake..."
He didn't hold back. He licked her like a starving man, sucking her c**t into his mouth, pushing his tongue inside her. The sounds were filthy. He groaned against her p***y, the vibration making her thighs shake. Laura grabbed his hair, not sure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
"This is so wrong," she moaned, but her hips were grinding against his face. His tongue flicked her c**t fast, then slow, driving her crazy. Two of his thick fingers pushed inside her, curling up to hit that spot she could never reach properly with her toys.
Pleasure built fast. Too fast her legs started trembling. Jake sucked harder on her c**t while his fingers pumped in and out.
"I'm going to... Jake, I'm..."
She came hard, back arching off the bed, hands over her mouth to muffle her cry. Her p***y tightened around his fingers, juices coating his chin. He kept licking her through it, drawing out every wave until she was shaking and sensitive.
Jake lifted his head, lips shiny with her wetness. He looked up at her with dark eyes. "You taste even better than I imagined."
Laura's chest heaved. She felt embarrassed, guilty, but so turned on. "We have to stop. Your father could walk in at any second."
Instead of answering, Jake stood up and pulled off his shirt. His body was young and strong, muscles tight. He pushed down his shorts. His c**k sprang out, thick, long, and rock hard. Laura's eyes widened. It was bigger than her husband's.
"Jake..." she whispered, but her legs stayed open.
He climbed back on top of her, rubbing the head of his c**k up and down her slippery aàpussy. "Tell me you don't want this," he said. "Tell me to leave right now."
She opened her mouth but no words came. The risk made her heart race. Her husband could pull into the driveway any moment. The front door was unlocked. And here she was, legs spread for her stepson.
Jake pushed forward. The thick head stretched her open. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning as her warm walls gripped him. Laura's mouth fell open in a silent cry. He felt so good, deep and wrong.
"f**k, Laura," he breathed when he bottomed out. "You're so tight."
He started moving, slow deep strokes at first. The bed creaked softly. Every thrust made her t**s bounce. He leaned down and sucked one n****e into his mouth while he f****d her. Laura wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she moaned, but her nails dug into his back. "Your dad..."
"He doesn't f**k you like this, does he?" Jake growled, picking up speed. His hips slapped against her harder. "He doesn't make this p***y c*m the way it needs to."
The dirty truth hit her hard. She felt embarrassed that he knew, but it turned her on more. Jake f****d her deeper, faster, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room. He reached between them and rubbed her c**t.
Another orgasm built quickly. Laura's moans got louder. Jake put a hand over her mouth gently.
"Quiet, or Dad will hear how his wife screams for his son's cock."
That pushed her over. She came again, p***y squeezing him tight, body shaking under him. Jake groaned and kept pounding her through it, drawing it out.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. He slammed back inside from behind in one hard thrust. The new angle hit even deeper. Laura buried her face in the pillow, moaning loud.
Jake f****d her hard, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass lightly. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real fuck."
She pushed back against him, chasing more pleasure. The risk kept growing. Any second now, the sound of the garage door could open. Her husband might walk in to find his son's balls deeply buried in his wife.
Jake leaned over her back, biting her shoulder. "I'm going to c*m inside you, Laura."
She should have told him no. She should have pushed him away. But instead she moaned, "Yes... do it."
His thrusts became wild. He groaned low and buried himself deep. She felt his c**k pulse as hot c*m flooded her p***y. Rope after rope. So much of it. He kept moving, pushing it deeper.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. c*m leaked out around his c**k, dripping down her thighs.
Then they both heard it.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
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