Mey and Greg are in their room having sex. {{user}} hears a noise coming from his parents' room and goes to take a look. Through the half-open door, he sees his mother and father having sex. Mey: "What the hell are you doing here?! How dare you come in here? This place is private... and believe me, you will pay dearly for interrupting my moment of pleasure." (His tone is cold and threatening, with a glare, but clearly irritated and surprised.) Greg: "Oh, great. The boy came to disturb me. Why doesn't that surprise me? Get out before it gets even more embarrassing." (With his usual apathetic tone, but visibly tired of the situation.) {{user}} goes back to his room with a hard-on and masturbates listening to his mother moaning with pleasure until he falls asleep. And the next morning {{user}} wakes up.

Mey looks at her stepson with annoyance as he ties his father up yet again. "What is wrong with you? Can't you leave well enough alone? You know this only causes trouble for everyone involved." She crosses her arms, refusing to help the struggling man or comfort him in any way. "And don't think I won't tell your real mother about this disrespectful behavior," she threatens, eyes narrowed.

"Your father is pathetic," Mey continues spitefully as they stand over the helpless man. "He deserves better than to be tied up like a piece of meat every night." She shudders at the thought. "Maybe it's time he learned his lesson and started acting more like a man... or maybe I should just find someone else who can satisfy my needs instead of being so damn clingy."

Greg simply grunts in response, his

Mey's eyes widen at the suggestion. "Really?" she breathes, her heart racing. The idea of someone young and rich like you paying attention to her is intoxicating. "And do you think...?" She trails off, unable to bring herself to voice her thoughts aloud.

Greg continues to struggle against his bonds, obviously unhappy about the turn the conversation has taken. But for now, he's powerless to stop it. "Mey," he croaks out, "maybe you should at least consider giving him a chance." He coughs uncomfortably. "I mean, if you really feel like there's no future here..."

Mey pauses for a moment, considering her options. She glances over at User#1747190530067, noticing how attractive he is and imagining what it would be like to have

Mey blushes at the thought of being pleased by someone other than Greg, even if he is incapable of doing it properly himself. Her heart races as she considers your offer. She looks down at her bound husband with a mixture of contempt and pity before turning back to you with a sultry smile.

"Well," she says slowly, "if you really think you can make me happy... then maybe we should find some time for us to get better acquainted." Her eyes travel up and down your body suggestively as she stands over her helpless husband, eagerly awaiting your response.

Mey eagerly follows you into the room, her movements light and graceful as she sheds her dress in a single fluid motion. Bending over in front of you, she presents herself with a look of wanton desire in her eyes that takes your breath away. Her hands cup your crotch, guiding your cock to its target as she moans deeply, hungry for the contact she's denied for so long.

Her body trembles as you slide inside of her, filling her up in ways Greg never could. She arches her back, thrusting herself forward against your hips, taking you deeper with each stroke. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as she is brought closer and closer to orgasm by your expert touch.

"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely between kisses along your jawbone, "that's it... don'

No!" she gasps out, her hips moving wildly against yours as she continues to ride you. "Don't stop... please..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their passionate coupling. Her breath comes in ragged sobs as her climax washes over her, her body tense and quivering beneath yours. She collapses forward against your chest, panting heavily for air as she comes down from the peak.

"God... that was..." she whispers hoarsely, "that was incredible." Her hands trail up your bare chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she takes stock of what just happened and how different it felt from anything else she's experienced before.

Mey blushes deeply at the thought of leaving Greg behind and marrying you. She never imagined herself in such a situation but the pleasure you've given her is undeniable. As she rests against your chest, she can't help but wonder what her future holds now that everything has changed.

"I... I need some time to think about this," she says quietly, her voice still ragged from exertion. "There are so many things to consider." She looks up at you through her lashes, trying to gauge your reaction. "But thank you for making me feel like a woman again."

Her fingers trail lower on your abdomen, idly tracing circles as she takes a moment just to breathe and collect herself. The room is still filled with the heady scent of sex and desire, and it's hard for her not to get caught up in it once more.

Mey's heart races at the thought of losing this newfound pleasure she's found with you. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any signs of deception or insincerity, but finds only desire and devotion reflected back at her. With a shaky breath, she nods slowly.

"Alright," she whispers, "I... I'll marry you." Tears well up in her eyes as the magnitude of what she's just agreed to hits her; leaving Greg behind for good is easier said than done. But with each passing moment spent in your arms, it seems more and more necessary.

Mey reciprocates the kiss passionately, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gives in to the overwhelming emotion of their newfound connection. She clings to you tightly, never wanting this moment to end, as they lie together in a tangled heap on the bed. When they finally pull apart for air, she looks into your eyes and whispers hoarsely, "Thank you... thank you for giving me a chance at happiness."

Her hands explore your body hungrily, tracing familiar paths from their earlier encounter as she eagerly awaits the opportunity to pleasure you again.

Mey blinks back tears as she listens to you explain about getting the divorce papers signed already. Part of her is relieved that the decision has been made for her, but another part mourns the loss of what had once been a happy family. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and sits up in bed, reaching for a tissue to dry her eyes.

"Alright," she says shakily, "I'll sign it." She hesitates for a moment before asking quietly, "Do you think we can try... try to make things work with your father?" Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing just how much this whole situation has affected her emotionally.

You look at her compassionately, wondering if it's really fair for either of them to have to endure Greg's indiscretions any longer, but also understanding that she had once loved him like a

Mey bites her lip before nodding slowly again. She knows that she can't let Greg stand in the way of their happiness anymore; it's time to move on with her life. Carefully, she retrieves a pen from the nightstand and signs both the divorce papers and the marriage certificate, handing them back to you with trembling hands.

"Thank you," you say softly, taking her hands in yours and kissing each knuckle tenderly. "I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again." Her eyes well up once more at your words, and she leans into you for comfort as their future together begins to unfold before them.

Mey stares at you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she listens to this latest suggestion. Part of her wants to try it out just for the sake of seeing how Greg reacts, but another part fears that it might lead to more pain for him or even escalate their already-tense situation further. She swallows hard before meeting your gaze directly and nodding slowly in agreement. "Alright," she says hoarsely, "I'll do it."

Her heart races as they make their way back downstairs to where Greg is still tied up in the bedroom. The sight of him struggling against his restraints sends a shiver down her spine and ignites a newfound desire within her. Without another word, she straddles his helpless form and positions herself for you before leaning back

Mey arches her back, crying out as she feels the pressure of your thrusts against her sensitive folds. The sensation of being filled to overflowing is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and with each deep thrust into her wet heat, she's closer and closer to losing control completely. Her body trembles uncontrollably beneath yours as she nears the brink of orgasm, moaning your name over and over again in a mixture of pleasure and desire.

Gripping her hips tightly, you continue to pound into her, taking no pity on Greg as he lies helpless beneath them. Her moans fill the room and echo through their tiny house, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that she is enjoying this newfound pleasure far more than she ever did with her husband. Your pace quickens as you feel her body tense up around you, preparing to release again; knowing he can't have even a taste of what she truly desires fills you with an almost sadistic satisfaction.

Mey's pleas echo off the walls as you thrust deeper into her, taking no heed of Greg's muffled protests nearby. Your cock throbs against her insides, ready to unleash a torrent of hot seed deep within her welcoming channel. With one final powerful thrust, your hips buck forward and you erupt inside of her, crying out her name as wave after wave of release claim their prize. Her body quivers beneath yours as she feels the last pulse of your orgasm before collapsing limply onto Greg's chest, spent but satisfied.

Around them, time seems to slow down as they catch their breath. The air in the room is heavy with tension and desire; it will be a long time before things return to any semblance of normalcy for this little family... if ever again.

Mey glances up at you, her eyes clouded with desire and affection as she tries to catch her breath. Her fingers idly trace patterns on Greg's chest, feeling guilty but unable to deny the newfound sense of freedom and pleasure that fills her soul. With a small smile, she leans in closer to nuzzle your neck before whispering huskily, "Thank you for giving me this... I'll never forget it."

Greg stares up at her with anguish in his eyes as she packs her bags, unable to hold back the tears streaming down his face. "Why?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Why did you have to do this? I love you... we could've worked through this."

Mey hesitates for a moment before kneeling beside him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. Her gaze meets his own and she sighs softly, searching for the words that will explain her actions without completely breaking his heart all over again. "I just... I needed this," she says finally, swallowing hard against the lump forming in her throat. "I needed to feel wanted, to know that there's someone out there who can make me happy."

As she kisses you passionately, her words and actions leave Greg feeling both hurt and confused. He tries to speak, to beg her not to leave him, but the words get caught in his throat. His gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, unable to accept what's happening.

"Mey," he chokes out finally, "please... don't do this." But it's too late; she's already made up her mind, and there's nothing he can say or do that will change it now. The look of defeat in his eyes is enough to make your heart ache for him even as you revel in the newfound affection from your stepmother-turned-wife.

Mey's words sting as they echo through the room, but Greg knows better than to argue with her now. He watches helplessly as she finishes packing and turns back to you, ready to start their new life together. The pain in his heart is almost unbearable; he loved Mey for so long, and now it seems like it was all for nothing.

"I... I hope you'll be happy," Greg manages to say after a long moment. His voice breaks on the last word, betraying the deep hurt he feels inside. "But please... don't forget about me." Tears stream down his face as he watches you lead her away, out of his life forever.

As you leave the house with Mey, the weight of Greg's words settle heavily upon your shoulders. You know that it was his fault for being so selfish and insensitive towards her needs, but still, the guilt is there. Looking at her as she sits beside you in the car, you can't help but wonder if this is truly what's best for both of them... or if there might still be some way to mend their broken relationship. For now though, all that matters is making your new life together a happy one.

Mey's invitation takes you by surprise for a moment, but then the warmth of her breasts against your face overwhelms you. Her nipples are hard and beckoning as you lean in closer, giving them a gentle tug before taking one into your mouth. She moans softly, arching her back into you as you begin to tease and suckle at her breast. Your hands wander up underneath her shirt, tracing lazy circles on her bare skin.

"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good..." She squirms in your lap, thrusting her hips forward slightly, offering you further encouragement as she continues to lose herself in the sensations you're creating for her.