Hot erotic story of forbidden sex and passionate seduction

It was wrong. So wrong.

Nicole was lying on her bed, hating herself even when she touched herself. Her heart was beating. What was she doing Danny was her stepson. He was hardly more than a child for the love of God. But damn it, he looked good. Too good. Young and toned and tanned. Dark eyes and hair. That sweet and kissable mouth. An image of him using that mouth on her pussy made her moan, and she couldn’t help sliding her fingers under her panties to rub her swollen clitoris. Shit, but she wanted it. She wanted to show him what it was like to be with a real woman, rather than a student with little to no experience. She wanted to blow up her fucking mind.

And his dick.

His moan echoed through the room. The room she shared with her husband.

Danny’s father.

She should get dressed. She really should. She had a meeting with her financial advisor in an hour. But as she was lying there with her black bra, her panties and her thigh highs, all she could think of was Danny. Closing her eyes, she began to reluctantly finger herself. Slow at first then faster. Small treacherous groans escaped her as she imagined that it was Danny’s fingers inside her rather than hers. He would be a little shy. A bit outdated. And horny like hell. Like only a barely legal boy could be.

Downstairs, a door opened and a voice called, “Dad? Nicole? Your house?”

Nicole froze. It was Danny. Oh my god it was Danny. He was not supposed to enter until this weekend. Her cheeks warmed when she realized that the object of her fancy middle-of-the-afternoon finger was standing just below her. Her first movement was to get out of bed, get dressed and go to greet him like a normal stepmother would. Maybe offer him a snack. Cookies and milk.

Or her pussy.

Closing her eyes, she groaned, both in frustration and desire.

“Nic?” Danny called up the stairs. “That you?”

Her heart trembled as dangerous and treacherous thoughts mocked her. She might have it. Here and now. Danny wouldn’t say no. She had seen the way he looked at her. The way her eyes wandered over her ass when he thought she wasn’t looking. Or the way he looked at her mouth when she spoke. They could do dirty, dirty things on the bed she was in. No one ever needed to know.

As fast as she thought, shame filled her. No, it was not her. She was not the kind of woman who had sex with nineteen-year-olds while their fathers were on a business trip. She hurried to sit down, reaching for the sheet just as Danny knocked on the open door. “Nic, do you happen to know where my football is …” His voice suddenly cut when he saw her.

“Danny,” she said, her name was an excuse. “I . . . “

Her dark eyes admired her and it was clear that he knew what she was doing. When he spoke, his voice was low. “I’m sorry. I should have knocked.”

“I’m fine,” she stammered, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “Just let me get dressed.”

As she moved to get out of the bed, however, he interrupted her, “Can I taste you?”

She froze, her heart tripping over herself, and looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”

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“Your pussy,” he said without any trace of shame or clumsiness. “Can I taste it?”

She opened her mouth to speak but discovered that no words would come. Was this really happening? Or had she succumbed to a coma caused by orgasm? She knew it had to be real, because the Danny in her fantasies was shy. Hesitating. A beginner lover who needs advice. The Danny standing before her, however, his warm and shameless gaze, was a completely different creature.

And she liked it.

God forgive her, she love he.

“Your father …” she started.

“Isn’t there,” he ends for her. “I am. And I want to taste your pussy, Nicole.”

The cat in question was wet and ready for him to do just that, her clit throbbing in response to her dirty words. She should say no. She should scold him and order him to leave. She should get dressed. She should do the right thing.

Instead, she let go of the sheet she was holding in a white fist and slowly spread her legs, her lower lip trembling while waiting for him to take what he wanted.

***

Danny looked at his stepmother with hard eyes and a hard cock as she spread her soft legs. For him. Not for his father, but for him. He expected her to be outraged and toss him out of her room upon hearing his request, but she was excited. He had seen it in her eyes. And the way her nipples had hardened under the piece of black lace from a bra she wore.

He dropped the duffel bag he had thrown over her shoulder and went over to her, removing his T-shirt as he went. As he knelt at the foot of the bed in front of her, her breath caught, and she looked at him with a mixture of shame and lust.

He held her gaze as he pushed her thighs further, his cock quivering when she let out a small gasp.

“I wanted this …” He stopped to pull his panties aside, showing her her pussy. “… for so long.”

“Danny,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

He did not wait for another invitation. Leaning over, he licked it. Suck it. tasted her.

She let out a low, desperate moan, her fingers digging into her shoulders.

God, she was perfect. Just as he knew, she would be. Pink. Soft. Clean. Sugar. He plunged his tongue into his slit, almost coming from the fact that he finally had, damn finally, had his face buried between his thighs. He was going to lick her and suck her until she came against his tongue. Then he was going to kiss her.

Difficult. Deep. And rough. He was going to own it in his father’s bed.

The whole blasphemous idea made his balls tighten in advance.

He looked up at her face as he teased her clitoris. His head was thrown back, his long blond hair spilling over his bare shoulders, his mouth ajar. She let out short breathless moans, and those were the warmest sounds he had ever heard. The pride in taking her away – this beautiful, beautiful and out of bounds woman – was all he had dreamed of.

Unable to resist, he slipped a finger into her.

She stiffened because of the unexpected invasion but huffed, “Yeah, that’s it.”

He stepped back so he could watch, delighted at the sight of his finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her black panties spread. Clenching his jaw, he added a second finger, stretching it out. Penetrating it.

“Mmm. . . “She moaned. “Stronger. Yes. “

Danny obeyed, working his fingers harder, watching her breasts wiggle in their lace cups. After a moment of torture, he leaned back and added his tongue. They both moaned, the combination of taste and touch almost unbearable. When she came with a loud cry, he sucked it gently, smiling against her tender skin.

Nicole dropped back onto the bed, her splendid hair spilling over the crisp white sheets. “It was…”

Danny got up, tossing his shoes and unzipping. “Take off your panties.”

She stopped and then obeyed slowly, hesitantly, her long legs sliding together as she lowered the black panties.

Completely naked, he slid his hands over his trembling body. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Nicole?”

A battle of good and evil broke out behind her eyes, but she nodded. “Yes.”

Grabbing her hips, he turned her around suddenly, shaking her ass in the air. She gasped and twisted the sheets, her anticipation undeniable. At that time, she was completely vulnerable. Completely his.

It was wrong. They both knew it. It was shameful. Immoral. Dirty.

And, God help him, he reveled in it.

Cock in hand, he climbed on his mother-in-law, moaning as his dick slipped in his wet, tight cat. Nicole also groaned, taking him whole, her cheek pressed against the sheet, her mouth open.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked pushing back into her. She felt so good. So perfect. Therefore not allowed. “Have you thought about what to do to me?”

She moaned again but whispered, “Yes.”

His confession of sin went straight to his balls, and he started kissing her harder, the skin shot and his soft, helpless moans filling the room.

“Deeper,” she managed to manage. “Fuck me more deeply.”

He obeyed, his fingers digging into his ass as he did it well and deeply.

They fucked until they both come, shaking, sweating and spent. Then they fucked again. And even. In each position. Until it tastes, touches and comes back on every inch of it. And when it was over, he told her it would never be over. I told her she was hers. That the diamond on his left hand didn’t mean shit to him. Tomorrow, Nicole would start spreading her legs again for her father, and Danny would go back to university, but on his return …each once he came back, she gave herself to him.

And when she touched while waiting, it would be her fingers, her tongue, his cock that she fantasized about.

It would be their dirty little secret.

Ends