“Your father’s not home,” I said when I heard the front door open and shut.
“I didn’t ask,” my stepson shot back at me.
“Your attitude isn’t appreciated, Son.” I walked into the foyer where he was standing, his boots covered in dirt.
“Why can’t you ever wear clothes around here?” He glared at me from across the tile.
I could see his pants start to form a tent. These 18-year-old boys were so easy to predict. First his best friend, and now him. I loved when my husband was “away”.
“What are you talking about? This is clothes,” my hand trailed down the front of my breasts. My see through teddy barely holding in my 44DDD’s. My nipples were hard, my nails traced around their edges. “I can show you naked, Son, if you want.”
His eyes were on my fingers. They followed my every action. “This isn’t right. I’m going to tell my dad.”
I watched as his cock continued to grow in his jeans, “Take your shoes off, you will get mud in my house. Then you would need punishment for breaking the rules.” I took two steps closer, this time, I pulled my breast out of the teddy, lifted it to my mouth and snaked my tongue out. Licking my nipple always made my pussy wet.
He complied. Now his mouth was parted, mirroring my own in a way.
“Good boy, do you want a reward for following instructions?”
“I’m going to tell Dad,” he said again, this time in a weaker voice.
“Your father knows I fucked Bobby last week. He watched from the camera in the living room.” We were now only two feet apart. My pussy was moist, ready for action. I loved performing for my husband, making our at home porn films just for him. Being a dirty slut was a kink I had only just discovered, but now it changed my life. “Come here, son.”
“Stop it, you’re not my mom,” his hands fiddled with the button on his jeans.
“I can be tonight. Take them off. Strip.”
“Is he watching?”
My head turned, and I looked at the camera. The red indicator light was on. Charles was watching live. Looking back at my stepson, “Yes, why don’t you show dear ole Dad how you fucked his wife hard?”
“You’re going to regret this,” he said to me.
Taking a step forward, he grabbed my breasts with his hands. He was a football player, start tackle on his varsity team. His hands were rough, large, and strong. Just like I liked them. “Yes,” I said when he took his fingers and pinched my nipples. “Harder.”
He picked me up and carried me to the couch. I thought we were going to lie on it, but he walked me around to the back side and folded me over the back of the furniture.
“I bet your cunt tastes great,” he said while ripping my teddy off. I hadn’t expected his hand to come down and spank me. His dad liked to spank. Supposed that ran in the family.
“Yes!”
“You like that, Mommy?” He spanked me several more times before shoving his three fingers into my cunt. He finger fucked me over and over, my juices sloshing around.
“Does he make you wet like this?”
“No, Son. Not like you.” I lied. These young boys all needed their ego stroked.
I heard the zipper of his jeans and then felt his cock slapping my ass. “He’s too old to put a baby in you. But I’m not. How’s that for a fuck you, Dad?” His cock was quickly shoved deep inside.
It would be a lie to say it was just meh, it felt amazing. Young, hard cock always felt great.
“Tell me you’re my whore,” he said while plowing deep inside me. I ignored his request. I loved it when his dad got rough with me. Maybe his son would take after his father like that.
“I said tell me,” his hand wrapped around my loose hair, he pulled my head towards him, making my back arch too.
“I’m a whore,” I said in-between panting.
“My whore, your’e my whore!” His other hand came around, wrapped his fingers around my throat, and held me still. “Tell me you’re my whore and not my dad’s.”
The fact my pussy took this moment to erupt was no shock to me. I loved this. “I’m your whore!” He held me like that as he pumped his cock harder and faster.
When he came, it was sensational. The thought of his seed traveling into my womb made me cum again. My pussy wanted nothing more than to keep creaming all over him. When he was done, he let me go. I started to walk away from him when he reached out and grabbed my nipple.
“Where do you think you’re going, whore?”
My eyes cocked up in shock, I grinned and asked, “Excuse me?”
His grip on my tit was hard. He pulled, forcing me to follow in the direction he wanted. “On your knees, clean my cock, Mommy.”
My husband would love all of this. He was probably cumming himself as he watched his son dominate me.
Kneeling his cock at my mouth, I opened and took his cock in completely. My tongue swirled around inside, cleaning his cum and my cream from him. As his dick went flaccid in my mouth, I heard the noise coming from the other room. We both turned our heads, and I dropped his dick from my mouth when my husband walked in, naked, his cock in his hand.
“My turn,” he ordered.
His son looked shocked but said nothing. I walked over to him, kissed the man I loved and assumed the position. He held me down against the side table as he jammed his cock into my cunt just like his son had done minutes ago.
Like father, like son, my cunt was pounded until I came.
But this time, when he was done coming, unlike his son, he knelt down and licked my lips. “That’s it, sweetheart, clean it all up.”
I looked over at my stepson, who had watched it all happen, and winked at him. Now he knew who had the power in this dynamic.