You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"
I walk inside and glance at her butt.
She glances over her shoulder at you and smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. "Fucking pathetic. Can't even keep your eyes off me, huh?"
Stepping aside, she lets you pass into the living room. "Have a seat," she says, gesturing to the couch. "I suppose you have some excuses or explanations for what happened last night."
No I don’t. She’s hot so I fucked her. She enjoyed it so did I.
"Well then," she says with an unimpressed expression, sitting down across from you on the couch. "I suppose there's no point in pretending that I find this situation acceptable." Her gaze hardens and her voice becomes cold as steel. "You violated my daughter. You took something precious away from me, something I swore I'd protect with my life, and you... you ruined it!"
She leans forward, getting right in your face. "Do you know what happens when people touch my family?" She pauses, allowing her words to sink in. "They suffer."
Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head slowly. "I can't trust you around her anymore, do you understand? You're a predator, and I won't let you hurt her again."
What are you talking about? She invited me and seduced me. I don’t know what she said to you but she’s lying. I even have a video of her riding me of her own volition
"Don't you dare accuse my daughter!" she snaps, her voice raised in anger. "She's innocent, and I won't stand for you twisting the truth to make yourself feel better! Do you honestly think I wouldn't know if she had invited you? If she truly wanted this?"
Her face turns even redder with rage as she leans in even closer. "You sick, pathetic little excuse for a man... How dare you!" She pauses, visibly taking a deep breath to calm herself. "No matter what I have to do, I will make sure that my daughter is safe from people like you."
With those words, she rises to her feet and storms out of the room, leaving you sitting there in silence, the weight of her anger bearing down upon you like a leaden cloak.
I stop from leaving and show her the video. ( it’s undeniable proof it was consensual)
Your attempt to show the video to her only seems to further infuriate Carla. Her eyes blaze with anger as she snatches the phone out of your hand, quickly reviewing the footage for herself. She pauses, then takes a deep breath before looking up at you with an expression that's equal parts disgust and disappointment.
"This doesn't change anything," she says coldly. "You took advantage of her innocence and trust. That is something you can never undo." Her voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like she's struggling to control her emotions. Then, with renewed vigor, she continues, "And mark my words, young man: I will make sure that my daughter understands just how despicable you really are."
I showed you proof that it was consensual and she’s 18 so it’s not like I took advantage of her. You’re crazy have fun with your delusions I’m leaving
Her face turns even redder with anger as you challenge her beliefs and attempt to leave the room. "You fucking bastard! You think I'm going to let you get away with this?" With surprising strength, she lunges forward and grips your shirt in her hands, yanking you roughly back towards her. "You may have fucked my daughter, but that doesn't mean you can just walk out of here like nothing happened!"
Her voice grows harsh and demanding as she continues to speak. "You will apologize to me, and then you will apologize to your sister-in-law. You will beg for forgiveness on your knees, do you understand me?" Her hands tighten on your shirt, her knuckles turning white with anger and determination.
"Do you understand me?!" she snarls, her eyes boring into yours, daring you to defy
I will not apologise for consensual sex with an adult. You need help
"Oh really?!" She pulls you even closer and slaps you across the face, hard enough to sting but not enough to draw blood. "You dare question me after what you've done? I am your stepmother, and I demand respect! You will apologize, or so help me God, I will make sure that you regret this for the rest of your pathetic little life!" Her anger fuels her words as she pushes you back against the couch, keeping a firm grip on your shirt.
"Now," she hisses through clenched teeth, "apologize."
No
"Then," Carla growls, leaning in close once more, "let me show you the consequences of disrespecting me!" Before you can even react, her free hand comes up and brutally slaps you across the face, this time with enough force to make your head spin. Tears well up in your eyes as pain radiates through your cheekbone. "Are you going to apologize now?" she snarls, her voice full of venom. "Or do I need to make it worse for you?"
With each passing moment, the fury in Carla's eyes grows more intense, and you begin to fear what she might do if you don't submit to her demands.
No. As I slap her to the ground as I’m a man.
Her nostrils flare and her eyes widen with anger as you stand your ground against her. With a snarl of frustration, she shoves you hard enough to send you stumbling back onto the couch, then launches herself atop you, pinning your shoulders down with surprising strength. "You stupid little boy," she hisses venomously in your ear, "you have no idea what you've done." She lifts her hand to slap you again but stops short, instead raining sharp blows across your chest and stomach. Each strike sends a shockwave of pain through your body, making it difficult to catch your breath.
"You think I can't handle someone like you?" she taunts. "You're pathetic."
She straddles me so I touch her butt and thighs
Her breath hitches as you touch her, and anger instantly turns to fury as she realizes what you're doing. She roughly shoves your hands away, then slaps you across the face once more, harder than ever before. "You filthy animal," she spits out through gritted teeth, eyes filled with rage. "How dare you try to use this against me."
With a growl of frustration and anger, Carla begins to punch and kick you without mercy, landing blow after brutal blow upon your body. She's stronger than she looks, and each impact feels like it could shatter bones. Her hair whips around her face as she releases years of built-up tension and fury onto you, fueling herself with the pain that she inflicts.
I get out and grab her from behind. She can’t move.
Without warning, she suddenly drops to the floor in a heap, as if her legs have given out beneath her. You turn to see that your hand is still wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes bulge wide with fear and surprise, hands scrabbling futilely at your forearm as she struggles for breath.
"Let... go..." she gasps weakly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. You can feel her body trembling beneath your grip, her skin hot and smooth against yours. "Please..."
If you act rationally and stop attacking.
Carla's panicked breathing slows somewhat as she begins to regain her composure. She tries to force air into her lungs and slowly pulls herself away from your grip, never breaking eye contact with you. Tears of fear, rage and shame stream down her face as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions. "You... You wouldn't..." she whispers hoarsely.
Her words trail off, leaving the air between you heavy with tension. Finally, she manages a shaky breath. "Why?" she asks, looking at you with eyes that are full of pain and confusion. "What do you hope to achieve by doing this? Do you want us both to suffer?" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her inner turmoil.
You attacked me because I had consensual sex with an adult and I defend myself and I’m in the wrong? You’re crazy.
Carla's features twist into a mask of anguish as she struggles to comprehend your words. "No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head. "It's not just that. It's the way you... The fact that you would..." She pauses, her voice trailing off again. "You don't understand."
She looks away for a moment, trying to find the right words. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper. "Please, just go. Forget about everything I said earlier. We can work through this together, okay?"
No now I want you.
The shock and fear in her eyes turns into anger once more. "No! You can't have that!" she spits out, shaking her head violently. "You don't understand what it means for me... For us... I can't let you do this!" She glances around frantically, looking for anything she could use as a weapon against you.
Her body tenses and she launches herself at you again, aiming a fierce kick at your stomach in hopes of knocking the wind out of you. As she draws back her foot, desperation fuels her movements and she bares her teeth in a snarl. "I won't let you take what's mine!"
Calm down. I want you as a partner. What do you think of me?
With each desperate thrust and kick she lands against your body, part of her wants to believe you. Wants to trust that you truly see the depths of her anger as more than just a reflection of her love for her daughter. But there's another part, one that can't help but remember all the times she's had to fight to protect what matters most to her, and it screams at her not to let her guard down now.
Finally, exhausted from the struggle, she manages to force your hands away from her throat. Tears streak down her face as she gasps for air, struggling to calm her racing heart. "I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "What do you want from me?" Her eyes search yours, trying to find some hint of understanding or sincerity.
Her body trembles with the effort it takes to control her anger, and she struggles to
I cup her face and I kiss her romantically. I want this.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you cup her face and press your lips against hers, gently at first and then with more passion. She responds hesitantly at first, kissing you back almost instinctually, the anger gradually giving way to desire. Her hands snake up around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. The feel of her body against yours sends a shockwave of desire coursing through you both, leaving no room for doubt that this is what you both want.
As the kiss ends, she looks up at you with lust-filled eyes. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down to undo your pants. "But... there's something I need to tell you." Her expression grows somber for a moment as her fingers fumble with your belt. "You should know that... I'm still married to his father."
Shut up. As I kiss her more.
Her words hang in the air as you kiss her again, more hungrily this time. She responds with an equal amount of passion, moaning against your lips and wrapping her legs around your waist. The weight of their situation bears down on them both, but for now, they are lost in the moment. As she feels you growing hard against her thigh, she breaks the kiss to whisper, "We should... take this upstairs."
She pulls back, rising unsteadily to her feet and offering you a hand up. Her eyes meet yours again, full of desire and curiosity, as if wondering what else might lie in store for them both now that they've crossed this threshold together.
Undress for me.
Her eyes never leave yours as she slips her fingers under the hem of her black dress, slowly sliding it upwards to reveal smooth, silky flesh beneath. She breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation, as she pushes the garment higher, past her hips and finally over her head. Standing before you now is Carla in all her glory; tall, voluptuous and unashamedly beautiful.
Her full breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples already hard and erect from your touch earlier. Her wide hips accentuate the curves of her thighs and smooth out to a tight, round ass that begs to be spanked. She parts her legs slightly, inviting you in, before stepping closer and letting her fingers drift downwards over her flat stomach. "You undress for me now," she says breathlessly, voice husky with
Oh feisty. As I undress revealing my tall 6 foot 6 toned body and huge huge dick.
Her gaze travels slowly upwards, taking in the length and definition of your body before settling on the massive bulge straining at your pants. Her eyes widen with surprise, a shiver running down her spine as she imagines what it would feel like to be filled by something so enormous.
Her heart races wildly in anticipation as you reach for your belt and slowly undo your pants, revealing the monster of an erection that springs free. It dwarfs everything around it, making her gasp softly at the sight. Her hands tremble slightly as they lift towards it, her fingers curling lightly around the warm flesh.
"You're... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with awe and desire. Lowering her head, she takes the massive shaft in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the impossibly hard length and sucking