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No!

Fucking hell.

Logan, you've been here too long. My mom's big tits.

Lately, it's all I ever think about. Their size, their shape.

What would they feel like in my hands?

Just look at how they bounce around the more angry she gets.

It's as if they're calling to me.

You're so unmotivated.

Let's make something clear.

She's not my real mother.

That would just be weird.

No. She's my stepmother.

Has been for 16 years.

My God.

There's just no avoiding them.

I couldn't get enough.

Every chance I got, I would sneak a peek.

I fantasized about fucking her every hour of every day.

I even offered to do her laundry, just to get a whiff of what it would be like

to be inside her.

There was just one problem.

She was a bitch. You're acting like a spoiled child.

I told you I would do it, just because I don't do it the moment you ask.

That's because I have to ask you 15 times.

I mean, come on, it's like with the garbage.

If I have to listen to her any longer, I might explode.

But perhaps this is my chance.

Sure, she's mad.

But she's also vulnerable.

I mean, haven't you ever hate-fucked anyone?

Listen to me.

I only have a week of vacation left before I go back to school, and I am

sick of you complaining about all this insignificant bullshit.

I'm no longer that little boy you used to boss around.

I'm a man, goddammit.

It's about time you start treating me like one.

Oh, what are we doing?

Oh, God. It feels so good.

Oh, God.

We can't do this.

No, but we can.

We will.

Oh, God.

It feels so good.

Oh, God.

Get my stuff, son.

I mean, this doesn't make it wrong.

It's not wrong.

We're not related.

It feels right, doesn't it?

Oh, God, yeah.

I've seen you looking at them.

Oh, God, it's just turned me on, I have to say.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Oh,

yeah.

Oh, yes. Oh,

God. Oh,

God. Oh, God.

Oh, I've always wanted to see my son sing. Oh,

fuck.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Show it to mommy.

Show it to mommy.

Oh my god.

Oh it's so big.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yes.

Oh,

yes.

Oh,

my God.

You like the way Mama's sucking your cock?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God, yes.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, fuck, I did it. I did it.

Oh, yeah. It looks so fucking good. Oh, my God.

Oh my god, it looks so good.

Oh, yes.

Oh,

yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

shit. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You look so good.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

Oh my God, you're so fucking good at that.

Oh, it's been so long.

Oh, you're so much better than your dad.

You're so good at looking pussy.

You're so grown up.

Oh yeah.

Oh, yes.

Yeah. Oh, my God. Yes.

Oh, oh, fuck.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, God.

Oh yeah.

Oh.

Oh my god.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, my son. Fuck the shit out of me.

Oh.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Our little secret.

So we have another week, right?

One more week.

It was the moment I'd been waiting for.

The day my son-in-law, Brent, was released from prison.

He'd been locked up for two years on a felony DUI charge.

And with my daughter, Lydia, out of town on business...

I volunteered to pick him up and bring him home.

It wasn't an innocent gesture on my part.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

I wanted to fuck him for years, and this was the perfect opportunity for

seduction. He was pent up, frustrated, hadn't been with a woman in years, and

with Lydia not returning home for another few days, I had to strike while

the iron was hot.

Actually, do you mind if I come in? I could use the bathroom.

Oh yeah, no problem.

Oh wow, Lydia really redecorated, huh?

Yeah, she wanted to spruce it up a bit for you before you got home.

That was nice of her.

That one actually has a leaky pipe. The plumber's coming to fix it, so I'm going

to use the one in your bedroom.

Uh-huh.

No worries.

Hey, baby.

Yeah, I miss you too.

I'm actually a little disappointed you're not here.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Somebody had to work while I was gone.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know. That was really nice of her.

She's upstairs right now.

Thursday? Well, I'm excited, baby.

It's been a long time.

Is that right?

Well, I'm excited for that.

All right, baby. Do your thing.

All right. I love you, too.

Kayla? You alright up there?

Kayla?

Kayla?

What the fuck are you doing? I'm gonna fuck Bratz. Oh my god.

Are you serious right now? I'm completely serious.

You're my mother-in-law. I know who I am, and I know you want it, so let's do

it. We can totally do this. No, we can't. Come on, let's fuck.

Listen, I'm fucking serious. We can't fucking do this shit.

Why's your dick hard, Brent?

We can't fucking do this shit. I love your daughter, alright?

You can love my daughter, but you can still fuck me.

Let's do it.

This is only as right or wrong as you make it, Brent.

You have to fucking stop this shit. Or what?

Yeah.

I've been thinking about you all alone in the chair.

I need you.

You see?

You have no fucking clue.

Yeah,

let me feel that tummy.

Mm-hmm.

I don't know why

you're carrying it around.

Wow. Yeah, you like that? Yeah, I do.

I had to get a fucking prison for two fucking years to get this shit hooked.

Two fucking years to get this shit hooked.

Yes,

yes, do that.

You gotta watch it.

I'm gonna clean it up for you.

You're so strong.

Yes.

I can't tell you how bad I fucking need this.

You're welcome.

Yes.

Yeah, open it like that. Open it.

I'm just letting that fucking stick in me like that.

Look at this.

Right there, right there, right there, right there.

Thank you.

Shit's so fucking gross.

I need

a

slug, it's ticking me again.

Thank you.

Fucking good

I can't believe you lasted this fucking long.

I bet that felt amazing.

Shit, it's been so long.

That was incredible.

And you put up such a fight.

I was just trying to be a good husband.

Well, you're an even better son-in-law.

Thank you.

So when's Lydia coming home again?

I think Thursday night.

Thursday night, huh?

You're not going anywhere there.

Sometimes, in order to get what you want, you have to do bad things to

people you love.

That's life.

Brent needed me to give him what my daughter couldn't in that moment.

The satisfaction of sex, after a long, dry spell.

Why would I deny him such a simple pleasure?

After all, he is family.

Hey honey, so where's your father at?

I think he left early for work.

That's too bad.

What are you up to today?

You know, I gotta leave for class soon.

About an hour.

Oh, alright.

I guess I'm just gonna hang around here and do some cleaning and I guess

decorate a little bit more.

You're gonna clean the house while wearing that?

Your father got me this dress.

I mean, come on, I...

Never go out anywhere, so I might as well wear it here.

All right, can I talk to you about something?

Sure, honey.

It's really been bothering me lately. I don't really know how to say it, because

you're my stepmom and all, but these dresses my dad buys you are incredibly

distracting.

They're, like, top designers. I don't understand what... Look, it gets to me.

That's, like, you wear it around the house, and that's a problem. Like, I'm a

red-blooded male.

I'm seeing this on the daily.

But what exactly is it?

Are you serious?

Like, look at that.

You mean these?

Yes, those.

Yes. Oh, you're so cute.

I'm an adult, alright? This seriously affects me. Well, at least, I mean,

jeez, I'm glad somebody didn't know the thing.

Father clearly doesn't know this.

At all.

I don't need to know.

What goes on between you and my dad?

There's nothing.

Nothing goes on.

Yeah.

Since you obviously like what you see.

And I always wanted to know if your cock was bigger than your father's.

I know you like sucking on your step-mom's titties.

You're a stepmom.

That's your biggest fucking power dip, huh?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Wow.

This cock is so much fucking bigger than your balls You have no idea I wouldn't

know

That's much bigger than my dad's, huh?

Yeah.

There you go.

Fuck this, Teddy.

Look at that.

You ready for it?

Yeah.

How's it going? You want to fuck this pussy?

Yeah.

Oh my god, it's a really fucking clip.

Yeah, like...

I'll get you, don't worry, won't be late to class.

I can taste my butt.

It's better than cleaning the house, huh?

Like fucking me.

Big fucking cock ears.

Fuck

me.

Fuck me from behind.

Fuck me from behind.

Yeah, stick it in there. Fuck.

Thank me.

you know.

I should've thought it'd be that fucking big. Holy shit.

Fuck you.

Fuck me harder.

Fucking smack me

Don't you get on top? Yeah.

Turn your fucking mouth with your cock, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck. Yeah.

Oh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Yes. Oh.

Fuck, you're like fucking this pussy, huh?

Oh my god, my pussy's so fucking wet.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah.

You look so fucking hot watching your fucking-

Wow.

wearing those dresses for? Yes.

Your dad's not fucking around.

You're not gonna miss any of this huh?

oh

Yeah.

I don't like my fucking titties

It's just like the... Yeah, fuck.

Yes, yes, fuck.

Fuck me.

Oh, fuck it. Hold this. You almost slapped this

fucking city. You almost slapped this fucking city.

Yeah.

Yes, yes.

You fucking cunt

Yeah, I can come

it was a story so convoluted you'd never believe it was true especially if you

knew just how dull my relationship had always been with my stepmother but it

was true every dirty detail

So, dude, I still have no idea why you haven't banged her yet. Dude, she's not

my type. Trust me.

She's like a little sister to me.

Dude, Caitlyn is not a little sister to anybody.

Have you seen her ass?

Dude, she's got daddy issues. Trust me.

Every time she opens her mouth, it's her bitching about something some of her ex

-boyfriends did to her or something.

Are you gay?

Well, considering that I'm one of the douchebags that all the hot girls

confide in, maybe.

What's with the bouquet of flowers, bro?

Oh, that's my stepmom's computer.

I'm just borrowing it until they figure out what's wrong with mine.

You had me worried there for a minute.

Dude, you don't want Caitlyn anyway.

Derek dated her for like a year and she didn't even give him a head.

Holy shit.

Yeah, dated for a year.

No, no, no, no.

Holy shit.

What? Dude, your mom wants you.

My mom?

Oh yeah, Carla.

What are you talking about?

Come and check this out. Come here.

She has this bookmark under favorites labeled fantasies.

And in that, look it.

Why are you looking at her bookmarks? I thought you wanted to buy concert

tickets. That's not the point.

Look at this.

Look at what's in the folder.

Your mom is creaming her panties over you From

that point forward I did everything I could to avoid her

But

living under the same roof made that a little complicated

And eventually, I was left with no choice but to talk to her.

You okay, Tony?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's wrong?

School?

No, it's not school.

Is it a girl?

No, it's not a girl.

Well, whatever it is, you can always tell me.

I know that.

You know, this whole thing feels really weird to me, with us living under the

same roof and all, not having a relationship.

I hope we can change that someday.

Yeah, I bet you would.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing.

No, tell me.

I found your bookmarks folder.

My what?

Your bookmark folder on your computer.

What are you talking about?

The fucking stepmother, stepson porn stories.

You had like a hundred of them on your computer.

What's that all about?

You were snooping on my computer?

Smart.

Accidental than anything, but... I can't believe you were snooping on my

computer. I can't believe you have mother-son porn stories on your

computer. You know, those are my private folders, Tommy. And I don't have to

explain them to you or to anybody else.

I'm taking a nap.

I need to talk to you about something.

What? Can I come in?

What do you want?

I'm going to be completely honest.

I'm still trying to process all of this.

What do you want to know?

So, why were all those stories on your computer?

Listen.

When you're a little older, you'll understand what you found on my

computer.

I know this seems pretty weird to you, me looking at that kind of stuff, but

what you need to understand is that people are entitled to fantasize about

who or whatever they want, but not actually do any bad things.

I can fuck whoever I want without any repercussions.

I can respect that.

So if you were curious if those links were about you or if I was attracted to

you, the answer is yes.

You've gotten off to the thought of being with me?

Have you?

Yes.

I'm a sexual person and we're two attractive people living under the same

roof.

And I know I have to play the role as your mom, just like you have to play the

role of my son.

I know I can't act it out, but at least I can think about it.

I'm 43 years old. I am so over the bullshit.

I know wanting you is wrong, but I'm not dead inside.

I read these stories and I masturbate so that I can relieve the tension and live

out that fantasy in my mind.

How's that working out for you?

It's not the real thing, but I don't exactly have a choice.

Sure you do.

I should be telling you to stop this right now.

I'm not going to.

Good.

God, that's good.

Oh my god

Is it inside you? Yes.

Fucking cross.

I want to taste you.

I want to lick my juices off of you.

Fucking taste

Hmm.

Oh yeah.

I think I need to fucking sit on your cot.

Oh my god.

God.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Fuck me just like that. Come on, buck your hips right now.

Fuck yes. I want your fucking cock. Fuck me.

I think I need more of your fucking cock though.

Yeah? Yeah.

Why do you want it, baby?

Let me show you what I want.

I'll stay right there.

Good.

Let me give it to me.

You slapped my fucking ass, baby.

I'll do it right.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh, fuck you. Oh, fuck you.

God.

Oh,

fuck you.

I want you to cum on my fucking tits

You know, I can't make a habit of this.

Why not?

Because eventually reality will kick in, and I want it to remain a fantasy.

Understood. I thought you were going to say because of the whole mother-son

thing.

Well, that too.

Later.

and I never slept together again.

It was just one of those crazy moments when two people decided to ignore the

consequences of all life's rights and wrongs and allowed themselves for one

afternoon to live out a forbidden fantasy.

It was a turning point in my life. I just retired from a lifelong accounting

career to pursue something a little bit more rewarding.

massage therapy.

I loved everything about it. Reading about muscle groups,

trying new aromatherapy oils.

It was so much more fulfilling than a life lived behind a cubicle.

But one of the requirements of this certification was logging over 400 hours

of massages with a variety of clients.

And as easy as I thought it would be finding people to volunteer for a

massage, well, 400 hours is a hell of a lot of time.

I think I dislocated my shoulder.

What happened?

I got hit really hard by a defensive lineman.

Josh, you need to be more careful.

Mom, it's football practice.

You get tackled.

All right, well, why don't you just ice it and take it easy?

Weren't you looking for volunteers?

Because I'd really appreciate if you could massage the pain out of it.

Wait. Is that awkward?

No, it's not awkward at all.

You're right, I definitely need volunteers.

Alright, tell you what, why don't you jump in the shower and I'll set up the

table. Okay, cool. I'll be right back.

It was awkward.

Not just because Josh is my stepson, but there was something incredibly

attractive about him.

It was hard enough to ignore that fact with all his clothes on.

I didn't even want to think what it would be like with most of them off.

Are you ready for me?

Yeah, uh, come lay down.

So, uh, face up or down?

Down.

Are you okay?

No, I'm just a little sore.

I'll be extra gentle with you.

Well, you don't have to be.

That feels so good.

What are you doing?

I thought you'd get a better angle like this.

What are you doing?

This is wrong.

Why is it wrong?

Because I'm your mother.

Not by blood you're not. I mean, look at you.

You're so sexy.

It's not wrong.

It feels right.

Mm.

I feel every inch of you all over me.

Yeah? Yeah.

Take it all in.

Oh, nice and deep.

Is that deep enough for you?

I'm feeling constricted in these clothes. I better get out of here.

Yeah. Here, I'm going to taste you. Will you help me?

Will you help me out of these clothes?

You're moving

too slow for me. Hurry up before your dad gets home.

Yeah, like your step-mommy's tits are on your cock.

Yeah. Look at your bikini with all my tits.

I'm not done with you. Come here.

Sit down, sweetheart.

Let's go here.

I want to sit on it.

You feel my clit?

I want to take a deep

breath.

Mommy so she can feel it.

Yeah. Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Oh,

yeah, baby.

Yeah.

I give you permission.

Give it to me good.

Yeah, give it to me good.

Yeah,

yeah Yeah

Yeah. Yeah.

Mmm.

I don't want to use them.

Your shoulder looks like it's feeling... Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Give it to me right here.

All over mommy's face.

Yeah, right there.

All over me.

Yeah, shower me with you fucking cum all over me.

Yeah.

I'm gonna get a drop of tea.

My good boy.

There's so much better. I can tell.

I can't tell, Dad.

We've got to keep this our secret.

Only if you promise to be my volunteer again.

I promise and will.

Even if I hurt myself or not.

I can hurt you if you want.

Now you're gonna need another shower.

Can you jump in with me?

Absolutely.

Can you get my bag?

And that was the first and only happy ending massage I ever gave.

But it wasn't the last sexual encounter Josh and I ever had.

The sex was just too mind-blowing to give up.

And while I devoted my life to making everybody else feel good, I

deserved to be with a man who made me feel good, even if he was my

stepson.