Chapter 55
My dad had been divorced for a while now. Don't think I'm jealous or holding a grudge about him dumping my mom. Nothing like that. The real problem is this [[ep-42-A sogra mais safada| stepmom]] slut he brought home. She's a whore on the surface, a whore in how she dresses, a whore in the conversations that always circle back to money. But fuck, what a hot naughty stepmom. A forty-something who works out every damn day, body tight and toned, tanned skin gleaming, curves that hypnotize anyone. Put her next to my dad and the difference jumps out: he's way older, a real old man, but he's no idiot. He knows damn well he's banging a top-tier slut and makes the most of every second while she lasts.
And her? She hates me with every fiber of her being. She knows I do everything to get her out of my dad's life. I was almost there, a few more days and he'd kick this bitch out for good. She tried every trick in the book on me. First she pretended to be my friend, then played the caring stepmom, when she saw that didn't work she went straight for the attack, trying to turn my dad against me—something that was never gonna happen, he's known me forever. When she realized no tactic was working, the naughty stepmom decided to play her last card: she showed in practice just how much of a whore she really was.
My dad went away for the weekend to fish with his buddies. There was no reason at all for this slut to show up at the house. Even so, on Saturday morning she arrived. She spent the whole day in a tiny bikini, swaying slowly through every room like she owned the place. Every sway was a calculated tease, every hip swing an explicit invitation. She even went so far as to take off the top by the pool, her firm silicone tits thrust up to the sun, no shame whatsoever, glancing at me sideways while she slowly spread oil over her skin, fingers sliding over her nipples, down her belly, along her thighs.
I'll confess straight up: I'd fuck that woman without blinking. I just didn't make a move because, deep down, she was still my stepmom. Naughty as fuck, but my stepmom.
What I'm about to tell you is unbelievable. I was in my room, lying on the bed, messing around on my laptop, when I heard light knocks on the door. We barely spoke—only the basics out of politeness, because the fight between us was at its peak. My gut screamed that trouble was coming, that this bitch was up to something. Without thinking twice, I set the laptop on the nightstand, positioned the camera facing the whole room, hit record discreetly, and went to open the door.
No surprise there. There she was, still in that tiny bikini, body all shiny with oil, golden skin gleaming under the hallway light. Stunning as always, but with that blatant whore face—the only real face she had. Eyes half-closed, lips parted, a naughty little Botox-frozen smile.
"Can we talk for a minute?" she asked, her voice sweet, almost purring.
I opened the door without a word, pointed to the only chair in the room for her to sit, and flopped onto the bed facing her, arms crossed, waiting for the show. She sauntered in slowly, closed the door with her heel, and stood there for a second, sizing me up from head to toe like she'd already decided what to do with me. The air was thick, tense, loaded with lust and anger all mixed up.
"Look… I know you hate me," she started, sitting in the chair and spreading her legs a bit, the bikini fabric outlining everything. "But I want to stay with your dad. I really do. And I'll do anything for that."
I raised an eyebrow, already feeling my blood pumping harder.
"Anything like what?"
She leaned forward, her tits nearly spilling out of the top, hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Her gaze dropped to my crotch, then slowly came back up, licking her lips.
"I know you're dying to fuck me. I see how you look at me, how you get hard just watching me sway around the house. No point pretending." She let out a low, naughty chuckle. "So let's settle this the simplest way. You leave me alone, stop bugging your dad to kick me out… and I'll give you what you want. Right now. Right here."
Before I could respond, she stood up from the chair in a fluid motion, came over to the bed, and knelt right in front of me, between my legs. Her hands slid up my thighs, nails lightly scratching over my shorts, while she looked me in the eyes with that shameless whore expression.
"Let me show you how good I can be when I want to…" she murmured, already tugging the waistband of my shorts down slowly, freeing my cock that was already throbbing. She licked her lips again, slow, and without any more bullshit, opened her mouth and swallowed it all at once, hot, wet, greedy. Her tongue swirled around the head as her head bobbed up and down, rhythmic, no mercy, sucking hard, muffled moans coming from her throat with every deep swallow.
I was there, recording it all in secret, feeling my dad's woman's mouth devour me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and the worst part: I couldn't—and didn't want to—stop, fuck my dad for being such a dumbass.
I could hardly believe what was happening. The slut's mouth was sliding up and down my cock with insane hunger, moaning softly while she took it down her throat, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. But I wasn't gonna let her set the pace. She wasn't in charge here.
Suddenly, I grabbed her hair hard, yanked her back, and pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at me surprised, panting, lips swollen and shiny.
"Get up," I ordered, my voice rough.
She obeyed fast, still on her knees, but I didn't wait. I grabbed her by the arms, spun her around roughly, and shoved her body onto the bed, on all fours. The tiny bikini barely covered anything; I hooked the thong to the side with two fingers and yanked it over without ceremony, exposing her wet pussy and tight asshole. She arched her back instinctively, pushing her ass up toward me.
No foreplay, no warning, I gripped her waist tight and slammed it all in at once, deep, no mercy. She let out a muffled scream, half pain, half pleasure, her nails digging into the sheet.
"Fuck…" she moaned, her voice shaking.
I started pounding hard, rhythmic, each thrust making her ass cheeks jiggle. The sound of our bodies slapping echoed in the room, loud, obscene. She was moaning loud now, not giving a shit, her voice hoarse and noisy.
"I fuck you better than your dad, don't I?" I growled in her ear, gripping her waist tighter.
She turned her face to the side, eyes glazed, mouth open in a constant moan.
"Yeah… ah, shit… you fuck way better… he doesn't even come close…" she answered between screams, her voice broken by the thrusts.
"Then say it again, louder. Almost added: Louder for the camera!
I sped up even more, pounding with anger, no mercy. I reached a hand forward, shoved two fingers into her asshole without warning, forcing my way in while I kept slamming her pussy. Her eyes went wide, her whole body shaking, and she started screaming louder, out of control.
"Yeah… fuck me like that… shove it all in…" she begged, grinding back against me.
My fingers in her ass slid in and out at the same rhythm as the thrusts, opening her up, feeling her clench around them. It didn't take long: her whole body convulsed, her legs buckled, and she came hard, screaming my name mixed with curse words, her pussy pulsing on my cock, squeezing like she wanted to pull me inside. I kept pounding through her orgasm, drawing it out, feeling every spasm until she collapsed face-down on the bed, panting, sweaty, wrecked.
I wasn't done with her. As soon as she finished cumming, still trembling face-down on the bed, I grabbed her by the hair and neck with one hand, yanking her back hard. She moaned loud, surprised, but didn't resist. I flipped her body to face me in a rough motion, making her kneel on the bed. My cock was still throbbing, rock hard, and I started jerking off fast right in front of her face, my other hand squeezing her neck firmly, controlling every breath.
"Take my load, you slut," I growled, voice low and loaded. "I know you love this shit."
She opened her mouth instinctively, tongue out, eyes locked on mine as I came hard. Thick, hot spurts shot all over her face: on her cheeks, her nose, her swollen lips, dripping down her chin and splattering on her tits. She blinked slowly, licking what she could reach, a naughty little smile creeping up even with her face covered in cum. She looked satisfied, like she'd gotten what she wanted.
When I finished, I let go of her neck and gave her shoulder a light shove, making her fall sideways on the bed.
"Deal's a deal," I said, wiping my cock on her thigh. "Don't worry. You stay with my dad, I'll keep my mouth shut… for now."
She got up slowly, still panting, adjusted her bikini to the side with her sticky fingers, and gave me one last conspiratorial look before sauntering out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
I knew I'd fuck her again. I knew this wasn't over.
When she left, I locked the door and went straight to the laptop. I stopped the recording, watched the first few seconds: her on her knees, sucking greedily, then on all fours taking it all no mercy, screaming that I fucked better than the old man. Crystal clear audio, sharp video. Perfect.
I knew she'd try to spin it to my dad that I'd come on to her, that I was the bad guy. But now I had the proof. If she tried to flip the script, I'd just show the video. She was mine. At least for now.