Craving my stepdaddy

The Night I Watched

Bronte’s POV

It wasn’t my wish to see it, until it all changed. I heard noises.

It was past midnight, and the house was quiet. Mom had been dating Rufus for weeks now and he had started staying more often.

I had woken up thirsty and my throat dry from another restless night of scrolling through my phone.

Trying to ignore the pain between my legs that had been getting worse recently.

Jake, my ex had been texting me again, begging to meet up but I wasn’t in the mood for his boring vanilla touches anymore.

I crept downstairs in just an oversized tshirt, the hem barely covering my ass. My bare feet were silent on the wooden floor.

The living room light was on but dim. I thought Mom had forgotten to turn it off again.

But then I heard a low, deep groan. The sound of skin slapping against skin.

My mother’s moans, my heart slammed against my ribs.

I was meant to have turned around and gone back upstairs, but something pulled me forward.

I stopped at the edge of the hallway, hiding in the shadows and peeked, they were there.

Rufus, my mom’s new boyfriend had her bent over the arm of the couch. Her dress was raised up around her waist, panties tossed carelessly on the floor.

He was behind her, shirt open, muscles flexing. His big hand was holding her hip so hard I could see his fingers digging into her flesh.

Mom’s face was buried in the chair, her moans coming out broken and desperate as he f****d her hard from behind.

He looked… god, he looked like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

He had strong back, broad shoulders, sweat all over his skin.

Every time he entered into her, his hips slapped against her ass with a wet, filthy sound that made my thighs tighten, I couldn’t move.

My breath caught in my throat. Heat was all over my legs so fast I felt dizzy.

I watched his thick c**k slide in and out of her, shining with her wetness, stretching her.

“f**k, Catherine, you feel so good” he growled.

The way he called her name in a low and commanding tone, sent chills down my spine.

I feel it was meant to be disgusting, I’m supposed to be angry that this stranger was f*****g my mother like that in our living room.

But I wasn’t angry, I was soaking wet. My hand slipped between my thighs without thinking.

My mother moaned louder, pushing back against his d**k in tears. “Harder, baby please”.

I put two fingers into my p***y through my panties and bit my lip unable to stay quiet. My n*****s hardened on the thin fabric of my tshirt.

Every thrust he gave her, I imagined with my fingers, rubbing my swollen c**t in time with his moves.

He was so much bigger than Jake and much rougher. The way he took over her body made something dark and hungry wake up inside me.

Rufus’s hand came down on my mother’s ass with a smack. “That’s it, take it like a good girl.” The dirty words caused a reaction in me.

When he finally cummed, my knees shook. I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

I whimpered, I couldn’t stop it. Rufus’s head turned toward the hallway.

I froze, did he hear me. Our eyes almost met in the shadows. My heart hammered in my chest.

Then he turned back to mom, kissing her shoulder as she caught her breath.

I slipped upstairs as quietly as I could with my legs weak, my p***y still paining.

I locked my bedroom door and threw myself on the bed and fingered myself again.

Harder this time while replaying every second I had just seen.

Rufus body, his voice and the way he took control.

That night, I didn’t sleep much. All I could think about was him.

Deep down in me, I already knew one dangerous truth. I wanted my mother’s boyfriend to f**k me the same way.

Even worse, I wanted it more than she did.

The next morning, when I got downstairs for breakfast, Rufus is already there and the way he looks at me makes me wonder if he knows I was watching.