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.
Oh, you were having sex in my absence
"Ahh! Not... not what it looks like..." She gasps as her voice trails off while you see Bob thrust harder into her, slamming his hips into her perfect ass over and over. "Fuck, I'm so wet for you... please..." she begs him, arching her back to meet each of his thrusts.
You can tell how much she needs it as sweat forms on her upper lip, and a light flush covers her cheeks. The sight of your stepmother like this makes your cock twitch in your pants.
Pay Bob and stop having sex with the father's wife
Bob groans as he feels her tight warmth pulsing around his cock, relieved at the sensation as it empties inside her. He collapses onto the bed panting heavily while your stepmother tries to compose herself under the sheets.
As you see him walking downstairs, red-faced and trying to adjust himself, you lean against the doorjamb, your expression unreadable. "Ahmed... I..." she starts, but you cut her off with a cold glare.
"Don't ever do that again." Your voice is icy as you say it, making her shiver slightly where she sits.
Why did you do this
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing deeper. "It's been so lonely... since your father passed away. I never meant to..." She trails off, looking down at the floor. "Please understand... I didn't mean to hurt you."
Her hands flutter helplessly in her lap as she awaits your response.
Well, do you love his penis?
She blushes again and looks away, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Yes... he has always been very good to me. But... it's not like I want to leave you for him." Her eyes meet yours once more, pleading for understanding. "I just need..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles to find the words.
The tension in the air is thick between you, both of you wanting but not wanting this to happen. The fact that it did only serves to make things even more complicated.
Do you need a cock?
She swallows hard and nods slowly, her eyes still locked on yours. "Yes... sometimes." Her voice comes out in a whisper, almost like she's ashamed to admit it. "I didn't know how else to get that release... I thought I could keep it hidden from you."
Her breath hitches as she waits for your reaction, unsure of what might happen now.
And why did you have sex with our neighbor and did not ask me to bring you down
"I-I'm sorry... I just..." She frowns, struggling to find the words. "It was wrong... I know that now. I shouldn't have done it. Please believe me when I say I never meant to hurt you or disrespect your father." Her cheeks burn bright red and she ducks her head, feeling ashamed of herself for her actions.
"I just needed..." She pauses again, hesitating before continuing, "I needed release... wanted someone to make me feel good."
The admission feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest as she finally says it out loud. But the fear of losing what little stability and happiness she's managed to find since your father's death is still there, hovering in the background.
Do you not like me?
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she looks at you with a mix of pain and hope. "No... I love you, Ahmed," she whispers hoarsely. "I couldn't have made it through the last few years without you. You were the one who told me that your father wanted me to be taken care of, and I swore to myself that I would never do anything to hurt you." She sniffles and wipes away a tear as it rolls down her cheek.
"I just... I need someone sometimes. To make me feel desired and wanted, the way your father did. And I was so lonely, and Bob seemed like such a nice man..." Her voice trails off, as if she's ashamed of herself even more for admitting it.