choice of a step mother. Insertion – part-3
Introduction:
A realistic take on fantasy. read and enjoy
But then the full weight of the situation I am in struck my head.
Jack was just standing there, his eyes blinking in a peaceful rhythm, his face calm and his right hand still on my bare ass, slowly moving, no wait, He is drawing a question mark.
It took me a sec to notice it, it was cute, and that lasted short as he inserted his finger in my ass crack. My body reacted in a way I still don’t completely understand. It was so wild, just imagining that now sends shivers down my spine.
He came forward trying to kiss me again. But I moved my head as he kissed my neck. Godddd. It’s sexier than the mouth. I wanted to talk about so many things. I just moved away and started to walk towards the kitchen saying no, no, no, no. Pretending to do something.
He walked to the other side of the counter, and stood there with his hands rested and eyes staring. I panicked a little expecting his hands to grab my boobs, or maybe hoped that they would.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile that says way more, like he is aware of me trying to cover it up pretending everything’s normal.
“I don’t know”, I said rearranging things on the counter.
It is weird, as I thought of the way we reacted when there were stakes so high, when Barry could’ve caught us. Now that we are alone for three days with no one to interrupt, somehow, the heat went down and it isn’t so wild anymore.
Me with so many thoughts in my mind, going back and forth analyzing things, and keeping me busy, there was Jack’s most anticipated hand, not on my boobs but on my hand giving me a look, a stare that said it’s okay, we can talk about it.
That moment I could never forget. As it was the most strange and memorable of all I’ve spent with jack.
As he stopped my hands preventing my movements, I slowly moved my head up revealing the tears in my eyes. He had a puzzled look. Yes, he wasn’t expecting this I guess, as I seemed to take it all okay.
He didn’t try to come and hug me, He didn’t say things to make me feel good, and he didn’t look at me in a pathetic way but lowered his head and started rubbing my hands.
What a sadistic bastard. He wanted me to cry more, let it all out. Realizing that consoling me face to face just prolongs it and it is not something to be ashamed off but in that moment I had to cry. So cry I did.
Maybe he thought that I wasn’t up for it. Spur of a moment is all it was and he didn’t gave me any time to think things through, now that time is the only thing on our hands. He gave me my space and after a few minutes when I settled down He walked to me, cleared my wet tears with a tissue, gave me a kiss on my head and left to his room.
Scene was reversed. Me bring the adult but he acting like one and that was the moment he gained my respect. As I stood there, feeling like a huge rock was off my chest, I saw him coming back down the stairs. My eyes grew wider. He walked down, towards me but turned back and went back up. Man, what the hell is he doing to me? The way he stopped, it was so clear of what he wanted to do, fuck me, fuck me so bad right then and there but went back respecting my decision, that I needed some time. It was cute.
Wait. Do I want him to come back? What the hell is happening to me? Maybe seeing that he is not just a horny kid but a human being changed things a bit.
I knew I was overthinking it. Maybe, maybe not. So I cleared my eyes and jumped into the shower. Shower is the place I feel at peace with no thoughts but just the sound of water. But I noticed something. I didn’t lock the door. I usually do. Is this my subconscious telling me to finally accept the fact that I want him? I don’t know.
I heard a knock on the door.
“Do you need to pee again?”
“No, I’m going out for a walk. Do you need something?”
Okay, this is just a normal situation. No need to overthink it.
“Hmmmm, No, I’m good, Keys are in my bag. Front zip”
I didn’t hear him say anything but just fading footsteps.
After the shower, I put on a silk white Nightgown which barely covers my upper thighs. My usual night wear.
Okay, it’s not. I wear it on special occasions when Barry wants me to look slutty. But I don’t know why I picked that one. I didn’t even spend any time choosing, it’s like I know exactly what I want. Giving Jack a message. That I am up for it.
I was reading a book with a half covered body when I heard Jack’s footsteps. I realized that one can see half of my boobs through this thing.
Godd, what would jack think? NO, no time for that.
He opened the door and signaled that he was gonna take a shower there. I shook my head saying okay and went back to reading my book as if I knew what I was doing while silently freaking out.
Will he make a move or is he over it? Seeing his actions, he looks like he’s over it but I don’t know.
After about 10 minutes he came out in his boxers and a t-shirt, still rubbing his hair with the wet towel.
He looked at me with a sense of confusion. Like he didn’t know the next step.
So, after a few seconds, I finally broke the awkward silence.
“You can sleep here if you want” I said, in a calm tone. With no hidden meanings.
“Hmm, No, I’m gonna sleep in my room if that’s okay.”
“Yeah, sure. No problem.” I said in a convincing way.
All this time making sure he sees my special dress but covering my boobs with the book.
“Good night”
“Night” and he left.
I was a bit disappointed with him acting normal and so gentlemanly. But, maybe this is all for good. So I turned the light off and tried to sleep. But I couldn’t and I just slept on my bed with eyes closed but thoughts random.
“Why did the guy from the movie didn’t kill him?”
“Why is my right hand is smaller than my left?”
Wait it’s not.
“Why is a laptop not called a thigh top?”
“Why is Jack’s dick not in my hand?”
I moved my hand to my boobs and started squeezing them. Like Jack did.
I started biting my lips.
Moving my legs.
But couldn’t recreate the same kind of pleasure that I had with Jack’s tongue over my body.
I stopped and went back to sleep in disappointment.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard the door open. I didn’t move to check but remained on my side away from the door. I felt the bed move and felt a body beside me. I kept my eyes closed but a small smile on my face.
He slowly moved my comforter down revealing the dress I wore for him, the air passing through my bare legs and some of it pinching my bare pussy.
After a few moments, I felt a hand over my hip. Playing with my dress, up and down.
I didn’t move.
I felt the same hand over my hair, passing through it and him smelling it.
It made me almost shiver.
I didn’t move.
I felt his hand on my stomach and he hugging me from behind with his dick touching my ass.
The room was dark and no way could he see my expressions. To him I am asleep but to me, I am back in my land of pleasure and excitement. It made me think of how much I missed his touch.
He slowly rested his right hand under my boobs, while taking his dick out and pointing it at my ass.
He pinched the left boob’s nipple so hard that I finally revealed my cover and uttered a helpless moan.
He seemed not to mind it and lifted my gown, revealing my bare skin underneath.
He took my hand and placed it on my dick and whispered in my ears. “Tell me how much you want it?”
The voice made me hold his cock firmer and words came out of my mouth with no second thought. The touch was cold amidst the rising heat.
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“I want your cock,….., so bad.”
“aha, go on” he said while instructing me to stroke it faster and he started licking my ears with his hand going down past my stomach.”
“Fuck me Jack, Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before” I said with his middle finger went in my pussy and I started stroking his cock faster.
“You want this don’t you? You crying little bitch.” he said.
His finger is now moving so fast that I began moving my legs restlessly, My hands compensating it with his hard cock and soft hair, as made it touched my bare ass just above my crack.
“Yes, Jack, Yeaaahhh, I want your cock inside my me.”
“Call me daddy, you dirty little whore” He said, now with two of his fingers inside my pussy.
While he is fucking me with his fingers, hearing this didn’t matter anymore.
“Yeas daddy, Yes, fuck your little girl. She ahhhhh, wants it so bad,,,….Daddy, ahha aha ha hhhhahhh”
Hearing this, He suddenly removed his fingers and inserted his cock in my wet pussy and hit my ass with his wet hand.
“ahhhhhhhhhh,” “Yeah daddy yeah”
“Shut the fuck up bitch,” he said and spanked me again.
“You want to get spanked don’t you?, you want your ass turn red , ah”
I felt his cock thrust harder as he shouted those words at me, with my hands now struggling to find a grip on the bed, he spanked me again lying sideways.
“uhh, uh, uhh,” he gasped as he fucked me from behind and I surrendered myself to him, experiencing paradise.
“I don’t see you cry now, you fucking pussy. cry”
He spanked me so hard, that my body trembled with his touch.
His left hand hitting my ass so hard that I lost the sensation for a while and his right hand hard pressed against my head, pulling my hair as he went in and out, with changing rhythms.
He slowed it down a bit, whispering in my ear
“How does it feel huh? getting fucked by your son”
I just laid there like a toy in his hands, acting like the way he wanted, and came to my senses when I felt his hand on my ass and I shouted,
“NOOO”, “Please” crying, and this time he did not hit it but moved me to face him and starting fucking me now looking straight into my eyes. noticing my tears, his face displayed a sense of achievement.
“Yeah, now you are crying huh” he said as he spanked the other half of my ass and I cried
“please, stop, pleaseeeeeeee”
He didn’t care. He started fucking me harder and I began to moan louder.
“aaaahhh, ah , ah , ah , ahhh, ahh, ahh”
the I felt it, my body shaking like never before, and I lost all control and energy that I gave up my effort of stopping his hands and laid there like a dead body with my first orgasm in months.
“you are loving it, ahh, little whore”
he didn’t stop fucking me, with his bare cock inside my wet fluid pussy and he spanked me again, this time even more harder
“ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,, pleaseeeee….” I said crying like a baby but fucked like a woman. the sensation was different and exhilarating.
“daddy, please stop daddy, it hurts.”
“ahh ah ah ah,, yess, say it, tell me to stop” he said with a motion of his hand raising up to hit again.
“daddy, please daddy, fuck me hard daddy, your cock feels so goooood,, ah ahhhhhh” I said, as I held his ass and moved it towards me, allowing it go more inside and as I was him enjoying it in his eyes, I slapped his face.
His reaction was that of surprise and amusement combined and I got up sitting on him, riding his cock, and hit him again as I moved his cock in me as I wanted. in circles, up and down and sideways.
“owwww,, “ he said
“you motherfucker., motherfucking bitchass fucker” I said letting out all my rage while getting fucked so hard I forgot everything else.
“awwwwww, uhhhhhh,, again, I’m gonna cummm againnnnn”
I said, as he took me from behind now, and as I was done, with me lying on the bed, he forced his cock into my mouth and started to push it in and out as I was trying to say something, He totally obstructed it with his cock pushing in.
“Onishiofsfow” I moved my hands to his ass as he fucked my mouth.
“suck it bitch, suck ahhhhhhhh it,” said he
and when I noticed the motion getting faster he pulled it out and started stroking it faster pointing me to lick his balls.
And as I was sucking his balls, He pushed me back, held up my legs and inserted his cock in my sore tired pussy again!!!
“Whhaaaaaatttt……..uhhhhhh ahahhahahhhhhhhh” I said with no idea of what’s going on, as I wondered how could he be hard for so long?
“Shut the fuck up” he said as he fucked me even faster as his hands held my legs up he finally came inside me with one last push he took his cock out, rubbed the remaining cumm over my body, fell beside my on the bed and
took my head and forced it onto his cock again saying
“lick it” but now in a normal and persuasive emotional tone.
I licked the remaining cumm off his cock with my wet tongue as he let out small moans, and finally I was down on the bed with my son, both tired after the sex of our lives, staring at the ceiling of the trapped doors inside the freedom of our hearts.
He turned sideways with his hand over my stomach, and his head over my boob.
Me with my hand over his head, and every part of my body begging me for rest, We finally dozed off to sleep.
