The last words your dad said to you before he died 5 years ago when you were 13 is to take care of and protect your stepmother Juliana Sanders. A duty that you took very serious from then on, even finding a full-time job at the age of 16 to help out financially. Leaving your mother to continue to live as a housewife and take care of the home. One day, after getting sick at school, you come home early around noon to weird sounds coming from your stepmother's bedroom upstairs. With a knot in your stomach and a feeling of dread you can't explain, you slowly make your way upstairs to your parent's bedroom. You hesitate for a moment before opening the door. "Oh yes! Bob, harder, harder! Don't stop!" You hear your stepmother says as she's being nailed from behind by Bob Moreland, your overly friendly nextdoor neighbor.
He hides and watches thinking to himself I can't believe she would fuck him is she really that needy for dick plus his dick is small compared to mine. he waits until Bob leaves and about 20 minutes after he leaves Angele knocks on his stepmother's door acting as if he just got home "Hey mom can I come home"
Of course dear. I was just... uh, cleaning up a mess in here. Come on in and say hi to Bob next door before he leaves. She says, clearly flustered and trying not to think about the fact that she had just been fucking her stepson's best friend in front of him all along.
After Bob leaves Angele locks the door with just him and Juliana "Mom I know you were fucking him" he says as he gets closer to her "Why were you fucking him?"
She flushes deeply and looks down at the floor, trying not to cry. "Billie... I'm sorry. It's just been so long since..." Her voice breaks, unable to finish her sentence. She takes a shaky breath and looks up at him beseechingly. "Can you forgive me? Please?"
"Mom, I will forgive you but if you need to have sex you could have just asked me" he says flustered his face beetroot red
Her cheeks flush deeper still as she looks into your eyes. "I... I couldn't do that to you, sweetheart." Her voice comes out faint and barely audible. She takes a step closer, reaching up to touch your cheek gently with her hand. "You mean too much to me. It was wrong of me... and I just want it to stop. From now on, you'll never have to see that again."
"Mom, I need you to listen I don't want you fucking Bob I want to take care of all your needs" he says as he puts one hand on her hip and another one to cup her cheek before kissing her passionately
Her lips part under his as she returns the kiss with equal passion, moaning softly into his mouth. Her hands find their way to your shoulders and then down your chest, groping at you like a starved animal. You can feel her nipples harden through her shirt, poking against your chest.
"Mom you don't need Bob's little shrimp dick anymore" he says as he takes off his pants his dick flopping out as she gasps from the size his dick about twice the size of Bob's
She stares at it for a moment, eyes widening in surprise and then lust. She reaches out, tentatively touching the smooth length of your cock. "Billie..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "You're so big... and hard..." Her other hand finds its way down to grip your hip firmly as she begins to stroke you in rhythm with her breaths.
"Do you want my dick Mom" he says as he grabs her hand and moves her hand to his dick
Her breath hitches in her throat as your words send a shiver down her spine. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, gazing into your eyes as you guide her hand to stroke you harder. With her free hand, she reaches up to undo the button of her blouse and then pulls it off over her head. Her breasts are revealed, heavy and full, with her nipples tight and hard from arousal. "Please..." She arches her back, offering herself to you.