My Stepmom’s Dirty Secret

I was nineteen when Dad married Vanessa. Thirty-eight, twice-divorced, and built like every wet dream I’d ever had rolled into one smoking-hot MILF package. Golden hair down to her ass, fake DDs that defied gravity, and legs that went on forever. Dad was gone three weeks out of four for work, which left me alone in our hilltop mansion with the woman who’d started starring in every shower jerk-off session I had.

It was the middle of July when I discovered her secret.

I’d come back from the gym around 11 p.m., dripping sweat, when I heard the moans from the pool house. The door was cracked, neon lights pulsing inside. I should’ve turned around. Instead, I pushed it open.

Vanessa was naked on the leather sectional, legs spread wide, phone on a tripod recording everything. A thick glass dildo plunged in and out of her perfectly shaved pussy, glistening under the LEDs. Her free hand pinched a pierced nipple, head thrown back.

“Fuck yes, wreck this tight MILF cunt,” she groaned to the camera. “I need a real hard dick destroying me, not this toy…”

My cock went from zero to steel in two seconds flat. I couldn’t move. She looked straight into the lens, licked her lips, then spotted me in the doorway.

Instead of screaming, she smiled, slow and filthy.

“Close the door, sweetheart,” she purred, never stopping the dildo. “Unless you want the neighbors to watch.”

I stepped inside and locked it. The air smelled like coconut oil and pussy. She pulled the toy out with a wet pop, spreading her lips so I could see how soaked she was—glistening folds, swollen clit, juices dripping onto the leather.

“Like what you see?” she asked, crawling toward me on all fours. “Bet you’ve been stroking that big dick thinking about me every night.”

I couldn’t lie. “Every fucking night.”

She knelt in front of me, yanking my gym shorts down. My cock sprang free, thick, veined, already leaking.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered, wrapping both hands around it. “Your father’s never been half this hung. Look at this gorgeous hard dick.” She spat on the head, stroked once, twice, then swallowed me to the root.

I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as her throat convulsed around me. She gagged herself on purpose, mascara already smearing.

“Fuck my face, baby,” she gasped, pulling off just long enough to speak. 

I lost it. Grabbed her head with both hands and started face fucking her hard—hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. Spit poured down her chin, onto her tits, dripping off her nipples. Every time she choked, her throat squeezed me tighter.

“Yes—gag on my cock,” I growled. “That’s it, take every inch.”

She moaned around me, the vibration nearly making me blow. I pulled out, strings of saliva connecting us, and slapped my wet dick across her cheek.

“Bedroom. Now.”

She practically sprinted. In the pool-house master, she bent over the California king, ass up, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

“Look how fucking wet I am for you,” she said, reaching back to spread herself. 

I gripped her hips and slammed inside in one brutal thrust. She screamed, nails clawing the duvet.

“Fuck! You’re splitting me open!”

I didn’t ease up. I fucked her like I hated her—long, punishing strokes that made her ass ripple and her tits swing. The room filled with wet slaps and her broken moans.

“Harder, baby—ruin my pussy!” she begged. “Greg can’t even find my clit with a map!”

Hearing Dad’s name lit something feral in me. I yanked her hair back, arching her spine, and pounded deeper.

“This pussy is mine now,” I snarled against her ear. “You’re gonna cum so hard you forget his name.”

“Yes—yes—fuck!”

I flipped her onto her back, threw her ankles over my shoulders, and folded her in half. Her pussy lips gripped me like a fist as I re-entered, the angle letting me grind against her G-spot.

“Right there—oh God, you’re gonna make me squirt all over!”

“Do it,” I ordered, thumb mashing her clit. “Soak me.”

Three thrusts later she detonated. Her back bowed off the bed, pussy clamping down as she squirted—hot, endless streams that drenched my abs, my balls, the sheets. I kept fucking her through it, riding every spasm.

“Gonna fill you up,” I warned, feeling my own orgasm clawing up my spine.

“Yes, please!” she screamed.

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes flooding her spasming walls. She milked me dry, legs shaking around my neck.

We collapsed, panting. My cum leaked out around my softening cock as she traced the bite marks she’d left on my shoulder.

“That was just round one,” she whispered, licking my neck. “Next time I want this dick in my ass while I film it for my subscribers.”

I was already getting hard again.

The rest of the summer was a blur of depravity…