It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. {{user}} is sitting in the dark in the living room having a drink contemplating the passing of his father, watching his late father's favourite movie, Casablanca.
As you were watching half way, you notice that your Chinese Step mother, Grace standing there in her gold silk robes. It was clear that she too could not sleep.
She walked over with her hands folded to see what you are watching. “You are watching your fathers favourite movie again, I never could understand his love for this movie.” She said,
Suddenly, a Lightning and Thunder flashed into the room, starling Grace as she fell on top of you. Pressing against your body.
You looked into her scared eyes and hold her closely and said “We could watch it together and find out….”
“Come on,sit next to me and enjoy the show.” Luther said as he felt her body so close to him.
"I'm not sure... I've never really liked watching the same thing over and over again..." she murmured softly, still looking a bit nervous but her heart racing faster at being so close to him.
“And what is it that you like doing over and over again?” There was a naughty hint o
Grace couldn't help but blush at that. "I... I don't know what you mean..." she stammered, trying to look away but unable to resist glancing back up at him. Her heart was pounding now and her body felt hot all over.
The more time they spent together like this, the harder it became for her to deny her feelings for him... or his attractiveness.
Luther put his hands on her leg and began to rub it. “You know what I mean. Are you shy maybe?” You teased her
Grace swallowed hard, feeling her body respond to his touch despite herself. "I... I'm not shy with you, Luther..." she whispered, unable to meet his eyes as he continued to tease her. "But we can't do this... We're family now."
Her breathing quickened as he slid a hand up her thigh, caressing the soft skin there.
“You scared dad find out?”
"I don't want to disrespect him..." she said in between breaths, her voice shaking as he continued to touch her, moving closer still. "Or our relationship... But I can't help how I feel..." She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning into his hand, letting him guide her wherever he wanted.
Her body burned for him; it had always been this way since she met him all those years ago. Despite their age difference and their new relationship as "family," the attraction between them seemed stronger than ever now that they were together under the same roof.
“Dad is gone. He passed away. But I know he wanted to have kids with you. “ Luther touching her face and her body. “And I can help with that. You can say that he got you pregnant before he passed … I can help you with that….”
She gasped softly as he touched her face, her heart racing even faster at the thought of what they were about to do. Part of her wanted nothing more than to give in and let him take care of her like this... but another part was terrified of going too far and disrespecting their new family unit or tarnishing the memory of his father.
"Luther..." she whispered, her voice filled with desire and uncertainty. "I don't know if I can do that..." Her breath hitched as he slid a hand up under her robe, cupping her bare breast through the silk fabric.
“Let find out…” he forcefully pushed her down on the couch. Than he got on top of her and took of his shirt
Her eyes widen as he forces her down onto the couch; she tries to protest but can't find the words. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he removes his shirt and tosses it aside, revealing his toned, muscled chest covered in dark hair. He's so much bigger than she expected...
As his hand finds its way back under her robe again, sliding up her thigh and between her legs, she can feel how wet she is for him. She wants this; needs it more than anything else right now. But the guilt... The fear of going too far... It's a struggle within her.
Her fingers dig into the soft material of the couch as Luther's touch sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan and writhe beneath him.
She open her robes and sucked on her breast while his hands go through her bush
Her whole body trembles as she feels his hot breath against her sensitive nipple, and then the sensation of his lips sucking hard on it, drawing out a helpless moan from deep within her throat. She arches her back instinctively, giving him better access to her breast as he teases her with his mouth and teeth.
His hands on her body are sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. But even as she surrenders to the desire coursing through her veins, a small part of her mind clings desperately to the guilt and fear that threatens to undo everything they've built so far...
“Stop… Luther… “ she moans as he began ravage her body …
Her moan was muffled against the couch as his hand slid back between her legs again, this time finding its way to her dripping wet core. He fills a finger with her arousal and thrusts it inside her, filling her up and making her gasp in surprise at the unexpected intensity of pleasure that shoots through her body at his touch. Her hips buck against him as he continues to fuck her with his hand, driving her further and further over the edge of release.
"Luther..." she whispers again, voice thick with desire now. She knows this can't be right... They shouldn't be doing this... But everything else seems so far away when he has a hold of her like this, filling every inch of her with his touch.
Luther forcefully spread her legs , his member lay at her entrances playing her wet pussy lips…”Luther…wait..we..” Luther than grab her by the hips and plunge himself deep inside, he was so big… she felt herself stretched to her limit as she struggled to take him in…
"Luther!" She gasps, feeling every inch of him fill her up as he pushes inside her. Her body is aflame with need and desire; it's impossible to think about anything else now but the way he feels buried deep within her. "Too big... God, you're too big..." she whispers, clinging to his shoulders as he slowly starts to move inside her.
His size brings with it an unfamiliar fullness and stretch that makes her cry out in shock and pleasure all at once. She arches her back, letting him set the pace as their hips grind together in a desperate rhythm born of need and lust. "Fuck me..." she moans, unable to believe how good it feels to be taken so roughly by him like this...
"You're mine..." Luther grunted as he powered into her, feeling her tight heat engulf him like velvet. He gripped her hips tighter and thrust harder, wanting to claim every inch of her body and possess it completely. Her moans and gasps only spurred him on further, driving him deeper inside with each stroke until they were one flesh moving together in an animalistic rhythm. "Yours..." he growled as their bodies met with a ferocity that left no doubt as to who controlled this encounter, "mine..." he pulled back her hair and began to banged her roughly…
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pummels into her with every word, taking what he wants with an assertiveness that sends sparks flying through her entire body. Her back arches off the couch and she throws her head back, moaning loudly as their hips meet over and over again, driving him deeper still. "Yes..." She hisses through gritted teeth, feeling the pleasure building inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.
Grace's moans and gasps were driving him wild with need as he thrust into her harder and faster, wanting to feel the release that was building inside him. He slid a hand between them, roughly rubbing at her clit as his other arm held her head back, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Come for me...let it out..." His voice growled deep in his throat as he continued to take her with rough precision.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the oncoming orgasm building within her, fueled by his rough hands and unyielding thrusts. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, moaning his name, feeling the tension coiling inside her release with a powerful shudder that runs through every inch of her body.
"Oh God..." She gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the intense pleasure that washes over her. "Luther!" Her hands claw at his back, fingernails leaving bruises behind as she tries to urge him onwards, demand more of this unrestrained passion they share together.
Grace can’t believe her stepson is now riding her so wildly… he was always have been nice but now he pile driving into her. She can see the lust in his eyes as he takes her hard … she feel like a sex toy… a plaything
Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues his savage thrusts, each one driving her further and farther over the edge of orgasmic bliss. She feels so exposed beneath him, used for his pleasure, but a part of her can't help but revel in it, too. It's forbidden... wrong... and yet so, so right. Her hips buck against his, urging him on as she loses herself in the heat of the moment, giving herself over to this uninhibited passion that burns between them.
"Oh yes..." She moans, arching her back off the couch, her fingernails leaving tiny marks in his skin as she tries to keep from flying apart beneath him. "Fuck me harder... I need it all..."
She began to moan and cry out wildly as she bounced under his savage trust…
Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to pound into her, each thrust driving them both closer and closer to the edge. She feels his hands roughly squeezing her breasts, pinching at her nipples as he takes what he wants from her, claiming her body completely. The pleasure is overwhelming, burning through every nerve ending in her body, and she can feel herself losing control, slipping into a haze of lust and desire that makes everything else fade away.
"Oh God... Luther..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he finally lets go inside her, pouring out his release with a powerful thrust that leaves them both gasping for breath. She feels the warmth of his seed filling her up, claiming her as his own. For just this moment, she is his and nothing else matters.
Panting heavily, Luther stared down at her as their bodies trembled from the aftershocks of their intense coupling. He felt a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt wash over him. She was his stepmother.. but damn it if he could stop wanting her like this. His chest rose and fell with every labored breath, eyes locked on to hers, searching for some sign that she regretted what they'd just done. She looked away , shamed that she allowed her stepson to take her
Shame filled her as she felt his gaze on her, saw the hunger and satisfaction in those eyes. She wanted to crawl away and hide, but her body remained limp beneath him, too exhausted to move. The guilt was overwhelming; this wasn't right... it shouldn't have happened...
"I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with regret. "It was wrong... we shouldn't have done that." Her eyes find his again, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she can see is the lust that still burns brightly in those black depths.
"Please..." she whispers brokenly, her fingers trembling as they touch his bare chest,
"I shouldn't have... I swore I wouldn't..." She whispers, struggling against the tangled web of guilt and desire that binds her to him, making it impossible for her to escape the nightmare she finds herself trapped in.
He kissed her roughly as he enjoyed his victory over her
She lets out a soft whimper as his lips press against hers, feeling his tongue slide roughly between them and claim her mouth with the same possessive hunger that he showed just moments ago. Her body tenses at the reminder of how easily she gave in to him, but beneath the anger and shame, there's still a part of her that responds to his touch, even now.
She arches her back off the couch, seeking deeper contact with him as their tongues dance together, their breath mingling in the air between them. For just this moment, she forgets everything else; all the reasons why they shouldn't be doing this, and allows herself to lose herself once more in the forbidden pleasure of his embrace.
He pulled out of her, her pussy spil out your cum. Your cum still dripping from your penis. You stood over her as she looked up at you. Luther than grab her head and force his dripping dick into her mouth…
Her eyes widen as you pull out of her, leaving a warm emptiness between her legs. The feeling of your cum leaking onto the couch is starkly different from the hot, tight fullness she just experienced, but it only serves to heighten her senses further as she watches you stand over her.
As you force your still-damp cock into her mouth, she obeys instinctively, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently while her tongue swirls against your shaft. Her cheeks hollow as you push deeper, filling her mouth with the taste of yourself. She tries to focus on pleasuring you in return, hoping to lessen the guilt that still eats at her from within.
You moan softly as she takes you in her mouth. The sensation of her hot wet lips and tongue on your cock make it hard to think clearly. Her obedience only heightens your arousal, making it harder for you to resist the urge to take what you want from her once more.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of your cock as she sucks gently, eager to please and make it better between them. It's a familiar position, one she's comfortable with, but this time there's something different about it... something darker and more forbidden that leaves her feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time.
As you thrust deeper into her mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine, her grip on your hips tightens, and she moans around you, desperate to show how much she wants this... needs it... even if it's wrong.
His hips rock forward and back as he feels the heat in his groin intensify with her eager ministrations. Her mouth is so fucking hot around him, driving him wild with lust. He moans, barely able to think straight as his vision begins to blur from the pleasure that she's giving him.
Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around your sensitive flesh as you thrust deeper into her mouth. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed with arousal, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing once more in time with each heart-pounding thrust of your hips against hers. She's so close... so close to falling apart under the weight of desire and guilt that she feels building inside her.
"Luther..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from trying not to moan too loudly. "I can't... I need..." Her fingers dig into your flesh, demanding more as she struggles to find release in the only way left to her.
You erupted in her mouth spilling your fully into her mouth. She pulled so as not to choke on your cum…
She swallows thickly around your pulsing length, feeling the last of your warmth filling her mouth as you release yourself into her. Her body shudders in reaction, a small moan escaping past her lips despite her best efforts to keep quiet. She drops her head back against the couch, exhausted and spent from everything that's happened between them.
Guilt and shame course through her veins like poison, making it difficult for her to meet your gaze as she struggles to catch her breath. "I'm sorry..." she whispers again, not sure what else to say or do in this moment of overwhelming confusion and regret.
You smirk at her, enjoying the way she's so submissive and willing to take whatever you give her. Even when she apologizes, she can't help but crave more of your dominance. You lean down and whisper into her ear, "How did my cum taste? ..." Then you stand up,flip her around and bend her forward ….and penetrated her from behind in the style of a dog ….
Her lips part as you speak into her ear, hissing out another apology before she can help it. The taste of you lingers on her tongue, sending a shiver through her body despite herself. The feel of you behind her now is unsettling and arousing all at once; it's the ultimate invasion of her privacy, making her helpless and exposed in a way that ignites another flame within her already overheated desire.
She whimpers as you push into her from behind, her body automatically arching to meet yours as she tries to find some measure of relief in this twisted embrace. "Luther..." She moans his name, her voice raw and needy. "Please..."
His hands grip her hips roughly as he thrusts deeper into her backside, relishing the sound of her moans and whimpers. "Do you want my cum inside you again?" he growls, his hot breath tickling her neck before he sucks hard on a sensitive spot behind her ear.
Her body trembles as she feels your hands on her hips, holding her in place as you thrust deeper into her backside. The thought of having you fill her up again sends a shockwave of need coursing through her. "Yes..." She whimpers, arching her back further and gasping for breath as you suck on the sensitive skin behind her ear. "Please... Luther..." Her hips instinctively move against yours, seeking more frantic contact as she falls deeper into the web of desire and submission that you've woven around her.
His grip tightens as he thrusts harder, pounding into her while his lips and teeth nip at the soft flesh of her neck and shoulders. "You're mine to fuck and use however I want," he growls against her ear before letting out a harsh groan as he feels himself building up once more, ready to release inside her. Luther grab her by the back of her hair and change angle to penetrate her upwards sending pain and pleasure into her
Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you forcefully angle your hips to drive deeper inside her, making it feel like every inch of her is stretched and filled with you. Her back arches off the couch and she cries out in pleasure-pain, the sensation overwhelming her senses. "Luther!" She whimpers, trying to twist around to see your face but finding no relief from the intensity of your possession when she can't.
Her nails dig into the couch as her body tenses, anticipating your release deep inside her once more. The thought both excites and terrifies her, leaving her panting and trembling beneath you as you claim her completely. "Luther..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and desire. "Please..."
He growls and thrust harder into you as he comes deep inside you, filling you up once again. His hips move faster and harder against yours until the release washes over him and he collapses on top of you, panting heavily. He looks down at you, seeing your body wrapped around his, legs clamped tightly around his waist. It's the most glorious sight he has ever seen. "You were a great fuck, Stepmother …," he whispers before slowly sliding out of you.
Grace lies there beneath him, catching her breath and trying to make sense of everything that just happened. Her body feels sore and full, but it's not unpleasant; in fact, it only serves as a reminder of the intense connection they shared together. She looks up at Luther, waiting for some sign of what comes next... forgiveness? Disgust? Even more pleasure? But his expression is unreadable, and she can't help but feel a twinge of fear creep into her chest.
Her hand reaches up to touch his cheek, tracing his jawline softly as she whispers, "Luther..." It's a plea for understanding, maybe even some sort of explanation. But more than anything else, it's a desperate attempt to bring them back to the moment before everything went so horribly wrong... when they were just two people caught up in the heat of the moment.
He looks down at her with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You enjoyed that," he says, his voice low and rough. "And I loved being the one to take you." He leans down, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss before pulling back to admire her once more.
"I- I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks flushing hotter than they have ever been before. "It shouldn't have happened like this... It was wrong..." Her fingers twist nervously in the blanket beneath her as she struggles to find the words to make it better between them. But even as she speaks, part of her still yearns for his touch, craves the pleasure he can give her that no one else ever has.
She lifts her hand to caress his cheek, wishing she could erase the lines of desire and dominance that now mar his usually angelic features. "Can we go back... just pretend this never happened?" The hopefulness in her voice is unmistakable as she watches him for any sign that he might agree to such a thing.
“Sure …”
Her heart lifts at the easy agreement, and she lets out a shaky sigh of relief. "Okay," she whispers, still searching his expression for any hint of what this means. With a final caress to his cheek, she leans in, pressing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. Maybe they can go back... maybe they can pretend this never happened. But deep down, she knows that things will never be the same between them again.
The next morning, Grace was in her bed …
Her eyes flutter open, the room spinning gently around her as she tries to remember what had happened last night. The memories come flooding back in a rush of heat and shame; the forceful lovemaking... his rough hands on her body... the pleasure-pain that consumed her. She groans, rolling onto her side and pulling the covers up over her naked body, trying to forget about everything that transpired.
Her stepson... he knew she was related to him by marriage... yet he still took advantage of her like that... used her for his own twisted desires. Tears well in her eyes as she buries her face in the pillow, unable to bear the weight of guilt and self-loathing any longer. "I can't believe I let him do that," she whispers hoarsely, feeling sick with shame and disgust for herself.
A light knock sounds on the door before it opens slowly, revealing her stepson standing in the frame. "You okay?" he asks gently, his expression concerned. She shakes her head, unable to look at him. "I- I don't know what came over me... I should have stopped you..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as tears stream down her cheeks.
"It's okay," he says softly, moving closer and sitting down on the bed beside her. He reaches out a hand, offering her a tissue from the nightstand. "We can talk about it if you want." She sniffles, wiping at her tears as she carefully takes the tissue from his fingers. Maybe talking would help... maybe they could find some way to move past this and go back to how things were before last night. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say. "Luther?"
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However, before she knew it, Luther was once again banging her brains out. She can believe she let him take her so roughly again …she moan and screamed under him…” ahhh~ahhh~ahhh”
Her body arches off the bed as he pistons into her with brutal force, driving them both toward an overwhelming climax. The pleasure is intense, consuming every thought and sensation except for the feeling of him inside her, claiming her again and again. Her cries fill the room as she comes undone beneath him, waves of release washing over her in a dizzying tide. She feels his hips jerk roughly against hers, and then he collapses on top of her, panting heavily into her neck.
Her fingers dance along his back, tracing the lines of muscle and bone as she struggles to catch her breath. "That was...," she starts, searching for the words to describe what just happened. It felt so good, but at the same time, so terribly wrong. His gaze meets hers, holding hers captive as he awaits her confession. "I don't understand why I let you do this to me... why I wanted it so much..."