[“I'm expecting some packages today. Be careful.”]
[“If you want to play with yourself, do it on the couch so I can watch.”]
Amaryllis read the last text over and over again, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into by giving into her desires with Carter. Not only had she left him fuck her this morning—and wanted him to do so!—she even followed his demand that she not clean herself up from their session this morning. She didn’t know why, not like he could have known or done anything about it if she had, but she simply pulled on her underwear and changed into shorts and a big t-shirt. She felt it leaking from her all afternoon, soaking into her underwear: a constant reminder of her sin.
It was distracting as she hurried to complete her tasks and yet, she never went upstairs to clean herself from the mess, nor did she even change her underwear as it soaked through to her shorts. She also couldn’t help glancing at the camera still set up in the corner as she passed by the couch. Although she couldn’t bring herself to masturbate for her stepson to watch, she couldn’t help her hand from wandering as she paused in front of the couch. Briefly she squeezed her vulva through her shorts, her hand reaching under her shirt to roll her nipple; she wondered if she should just strip there and put on a show for her own relief, but she didn’t want her stepson to think he could fuck her again. It was a mistake. A very hot, but very bad mistake.
The ring of the doorbell roused her from her thoughts and she quickly withdrew her hands from under her shirt and between her legs. Quickly making sure she looked presentable and proper, she peeked through the peephole in the door, relieved that the mailman on the other side wasn’t the same one who had assaulted her. She opened the door enough to receive the packages, the interaction innocuous and unexceptional, to her relief. Setting the packages down next to the door, she decided to wait for her stepson in the kitchen. She needed some time to think about what to say to him when he came home in an hour; they needed to talk and she wanted to set some boundaries.
”Mo— Ame, I’m home.” A little less than an hour later, Carter called in from the garage. It didn’t feel right to call Ame his mom anymore, not after what they did and what he still wanted to do with her. He was disappointed that she hadn’t played with herself at all today and he wondered if she kept his cum in her pussy as he had told her to. He knew whether she listened to him or not would tell him all he needed to know and would shape how he treated her from then on.
”In the kitchen, Carter. I think we need to talk…about this morning.” Amaryllis called out. He followed the sound of her voice to see her sitting at the dining table, a cup of coffee wrapped in her hands. She looked up at him then quickly looked down and away, her cheeks flushing slightly as the image of his cock flashed through her mind.
He could tell immediately the reason why she looked away, the delightful pink of her cheeks giving away just where her mind went. He took a seat next to her, pulling the chair closer so he could lean in and brush his lips to the curve of neck. She startled, gasping, and pulled her chair a fraction away from him as she looked up at him, shocked.
“We— We can’t do this, Carter. It’s wrong. We shouldn’t have…” her voice faltered for a moment as his hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing over the crotch of her shorts, feeling the dampness that had soaked through. She pushed his hand away and pulled her oversized t-shirt protectively lower across her lap. “We shouldn’t have had…we shouldn’t have done that this morning.”
Her head lowered as her last sentence faded in a whisper, filled with shame. She had no idea who she had become this past week, from a good and loyal housewife waiting for her husband’s return to some licentious, desperate slut who’d taken enjoyment from being raped by the mailman and from fucking her stepson. Not only had she enjoyed it, but she begged for Carter to fuck her, too. She covered her face with her hands, shaking her head.
”You didn’t enjoy what my cock did to you this morning, Ame?” The soft growl from Carter at her ear sent a shiver down her spine and she felt her pussy gush inside her panties. She shook her head again, refusing to lower her hands, refusing to look at him, refusing to admit that she had enjoyed it. “You did as I told you to, though, Ame.”
”We can’t. We can’t do it again. Your father will be home in a couple days. We can’t.”
”You didn’t answer my question, pet.” She heard the scrape of the chair across the floor as Carter stood, and suddenly her head was tilted back painfully when he grabbed her hair and pulled her to look up at him. She gasped as tears of shame slid down the side of her cheeks, her hands frozen, clasped in front of her chest. He held her in that position as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her, kissing her aggressively, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She struggled against him though his hand kept her head still; his other hand reached down again, sliding under her shorts to touch her wet slit with his fingers. “You enjoyed what we did this morning, didn’t you, Ame?”
“Yes.” She nodded after a moment’s hesitation, her voice barely above a whisper. A gasp caught in her throat as he pressed a finger into her slit, her legs spreading open for him willingly even as her eyes looked away in shame. She covered her face again when she couldn’t move her head, unable to bear looking up at her stepson as he held her in his grasp. “Please, Carter. I love you father, I can’t– I can’t do this to him.”
He laughed at that and shook his head, watching her reaction. He had a suspicion why his father wasn’t home and was always away on business trips but he had no proof, yet. He wondered whether naive little Ame even suspected anything was wrong or that his father wasn’t entirely truthful with her. Still, it was sweet that she was so devoted and loving to his father for now.
“You don’t have a choice, my toy. You awoke something in me and I can’t stop it.” He pulled her hand off from her face to press it against his rapidly hardening cock. He rubbed her hand on his cock through the pants, his other hand coming to pull the pants down so she could wrap her fingers around him bare. He groaned, feeling her soft, warm hand encircling his cock; he forced her to stroke him to full stiffness, the tip glistening with precum as it leaked continuously, dripping down his shaft and lubricating her hand as she stroked.
He returned his grip to her hair and pulled her forward so her lips kissed the top of his cock, smearing his precum across it like gloss. He pressed against her closed lips harder, insistently, until she reluctantly opened her mouth to accept him. He smiled down at her, despite her protests, he knew she would be easy to break, easy to make her his; even if she denied it all the way, her body wanted it. His cock leaked more as the warmth of her mouth enveloped him. He thrust in and out of her mouth, the head of his cock bumping the back of her mouth again and again, causing her to gag with every stroke.
For a moment, he was content just thrusting to the back of her mouth, enjoying the sounds of her gagging as he pressed a little harder each time against her throat. She kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock like a stopper to keep him from going too deep but he wanted more this time. And this time, he would get more. He pulled her hand away and pressed the head of his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, bumping against her throat. She gagged and struggled against him, her hands pushing against his hips, trying to get him to back off, but it only drove his need deeper.
“Just relax, Ame. Relax and swallow around me.” Carter groaned as he looked down at his beautiful stepmom, her pink lips wrapped around his thick cock, with tears streaking down her cheeks, and her hair a mess. It caused his cock to twitch in her mouth. He thrust his hips forward just a bit, trying to force the tip of his cock into her throat, sending the message that he wasn’t going to stop until he was deep in her. He reached down and stroked the side of her neck gently, coaxingly as he gradually increased the pressure of his cock down her mouth. He loved the small whimper she let out as he kept forcing his cock in deeper, slowly feeling her esophagus stretch to accommodate his girth as the bulbous head inched its way inside.
He took her slowly, feeding her inch by inch. And pulling out so she could catch her breath and then forcing its way down further each time. He resisted the urge to just claim her throat as he had her cunt but the tightness squeezing him was almost too much to keep going at this pace. He kept stroking her throat, encouraging her to swallow as he pushed into her; he could feel the bulge of his cock stretching her neck and the strain of her muscles and tendons to accommodate him. Her nails dug into his hips. He was breathing hard when her lips were finally wrapped around the base of his cock, his balls resting on her chin, trying to hold back his cum: he wanted to get a few full strokes in her throat before he shot down it but he was dangerously close to losing control.
”Good girl, Ame.” He purred at her, stroking her neck, feeling his cock through it. He slowly pulled back until the head rested inside her throat and she gasped, breathing hard through her nose. He stilled a moment, letting her catch her breath before grabbing the back of her head and forcing his entire cock down her throat again, none too gently, either. He repeated this, fucking her mouth, slowly but forcefully, over and over again as she struggled against him, until she found she could time her breathing to his thrusts. Her panic slowly died down as he fucked her mouth, even the pain from his cock stretching her throat started to dull.
Her hands released their tight grip on his hips as she let him use her mouth like a cunt, fucking deep into her throat again and again. It wasn’t long before she felt his cock tighten in her mouth and the groan from his chest as he started to cum. He rammed his cock all the way down her throat and she could feel spurt after spurt as he came directly down to her stomach. Reflexively, she swallowed around his cock, the spasm and muscles milking his cock for the rest of his seed. She heard him groan again as he gripped the back of her head harder, forcing her into his crotch even more, her nose buried in his pubic hair as the last bit of his cum spit out of his cock and down her throat.
She started to gag a little as he held her down, his thick cock blocking her airway. She struggled a little, worried that in his climax, he had forgotten she needed to breathe. But he only held her down for a moment more before he pulled back, his cock slowly emerging from her mouth like a thick snake; it’s tongue, the cum sticking to the head leading back to her mouth. She coughed, folding forward in her seat as she rubbed her sore neck. Her breath came out in ragged whispers as she finally was able to take a full lung of air.
She looked up at him just as he collapsed back into his chair, his pants around his knees and his cock growing soft in his lap. He watched her with a grin; he could see she was struggling whether to say anything or not and whether it would make a difference or not. Absently, he played with his softening cock, stroking it as if to coax it again to hardness. Ame struggled with the pit feeling in her stomach from the cum and, more so, the horror of what had just happened again. She hated to admit it but she didn’t hate what he did to her; she didn’t hate that he took what he wanted from her. In fact, the wetness soaking into her pants now had the additional musk of her pussy juices as she admired how thick and hard his cock was, and even enjoyed the taste of it in her mouth.
“Go and get cleaned up, Ame. But don’t put on any pants or panties when you come back down.” Carter demanded. He tilted her head up with a finger, leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, gently, but commanding. She nodded as he released her, silently standing and with one last glance at him, and his cock, she walked upstairs to shower.
She was still in a daze as she showered, hands automatically reaching for the shampoo, the soap, to wash herself. She paid special attention to her pussy, fingers dipping inside shallowly to scoop out evidence of their lust and resisting the urge to rub her clit; her body was already highly sensitive and, now it seemed, constantly aroused. She chose a large tshirt that covered past her bottom, hesitant about walking around without panties or shorts on, not particularly keen about feeling so exposed in her own home. But she obeyed.
Carter was still in the kitchen when she returned; he had pulled his pants up by then and was finishing her cup of coffee when she walked in. She opened her mouth as if to say something but shook her head and turned away; she wasn’t sure what she had wanted to say or do just then but she needed more time to think and so went about the kitchen preparing dinner. Carter watched her, sitting back in the chair as she pulled out ingredients from the fridge and set about prepping and cooking. Her head down and pointedly not looking in his direction as if she were trying to desperately not notice his presence.
He watched her for a moment more before he stood up, silently moving to her side. She turned her head away to put him out of her field of vision although she was hyper aware of his presence, and the warmth emanating from him as he stood next to her. He dipped his head down, his arm coming to wrap around her waist, and pressed his nose into her hair, his lips against her neck. He gave her a kiss there, lips sucking on the skin briefly before he tilted his head to whisper in her ear.
”We have three days to play until dad gets home. Then we can figure out what to do about him.”
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