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FOR A MOMENT, I’M FROZEN in time. I don’t know what to do—don’t know what I’m looking at.
My mom is on her knees in front of Decker, in the kitchen. All I can see is Decker’s ass flexing as he feeds his cock into her mouth. The motion of her head bobbing back and forth as she blows him. She’s crouched, pantyless, and dripping onto the hardwood floor between her legs.
My jaw hits the floor.
Then Decker says those words: “Now get your sexy ass over here and join the family, Cassidy.”
I want to scream. I want to be angry. I want to yell at Decker and never see him again.
But . . . no I don’t. Do I?
I just got done thinking how I never wanted Decker to leave. I should be heartbroken, but that’s not the sensation I feel. And if this is what it takes to keep that horny boy satiated, then what am I supposed to do?
It’s not like I can take on my mom. She’s older than me, smarter, and arguably sexier. She’s a MILF of the highest order—I’ve always known it—so this should come as no surprise to me.
It’s every pubescent boy’s dream to fuck their hot stepmom. This has probably been in Decker’s dreams for years, long before I ever came into the picture as a viable candidate.
Hell, he probably came down to San Diego hoping something like this would happen! That Gloria would see the successful man he’s become, and the sexy one, and drop to her knees in front of him.
And it all must have culminated last night, while I was gone.
Mom sent me to that party with an ulterior motive, the scheming bitch.
“She saw us in the garage,” Decker tells me. “The jig’s up, little sis.”
My cheeks flame.
Then my mom’s head pops around the side of Decker’s hips. “Now we’re even, Cassidy.”
My eyes bulge. Her lips glisten with Decker’s juices. It’s disgusting and terrible and . . . ridiculously arousing.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this.
I can’t believe my legs are drawing me closer to them, on their own volition, without my mind working.
There’s no way to stop this train from moving. I suppose it was inevitable—this was always the endgame Decker was hoping for.
Decker turns and drags my mom along the hardwood floor, on her hands and knees, like she’s his pet. He pulls her hair and she winces and groans.
I can see the soak of her wetness through her workout gear.
Who ever knew my mom was this kinky?
I just watch them pass, Decker’s cock swaying between his legs, jutting out like a javelin.
When he’s past me, he reaches back and grabs my wrist, pulling me along.
I yelp in surprise.
He takes us both to the couch.
“Here,” he says, “you want me to punish your mom for stealing me from you? Is that what you want?”
“I-I—”
I can’t speak. I don’t know what I want, or what I’m watching.
Decker drags Mom to the couch, putting her back to it. Then he cranes her neck and she chokes, staring up to the ceiling, with the back of her head resting on the edge of the bed.
“Decker!” I yell, confused.
He turns around and straddles her face, looking at me.
Then he sits and I inhale sharply.
My stepbrother T-bags my mom, dangling his heavy nutsack right in her face. He smashes his ass against her, forcing her to rim him.
She makes slobbering sounds, gross and grotesque, as she eats my stepbrother’s ass.
And I’m growing wetter by the second.
His dick jerks wildly as he smooshes his ass and balls against her face. His nuts pool out over the bridge of her nose. She takes one of his balls in her mouth and sucks.
“That’s a good whore, Glor,” he says, grunting. “Lick those sweaty fucking cum-tanks good. I know how you love how big and fat they are.”
He strokes himself, hand dwarfed by his massive slab of meat.
Then he looks up at me with his hands on his knees. “Get over here and suck my dick, sis.”
My eyes bulge.
“I’m not going to ask again.”
I slowly walk in his direction. Still not sure what my legs are doing.
I just know my pussy wants this. Even if my mind is broken and I’m going to regret everything about it later on.
That’s a problem for future Cass.
I crouch when I get close. Hover near my mom, over her, but not touching any part of her. I feel like touching her would break me from this cum-lust.
Decker grabs my head when I’m close enough and pops my mouth on his dick. “That’s a good girl,” he says, “show your mom who’s boss around here.”
I gag just like she did. He’s too big for a normal person to throat, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to skullfuck me while my mom eats his ass and tongues his balls.
My face is inches from my mom’s. Our sounds are disgusting, the two of us, yet we don’t have to look at each other. Not yet.
When Decker abruptly gets up, he brings my face with him, keeping me stuck on his dick. He bends his knees to get at the right height so I’m forced to stand and suck him off, even as I give muffled sounds of protest.
I can hardly breathe.
And I don’t even realize how quickly Mom slid between my legs to get out from the couch.
And now she’s standing behind me.
Decker sits down on the couch where her face just was. I’m forced onto my knees to stay attached to his cock, even as it rockets down my throat and bloats my neck.
My mom’s hand grips my hair and she does the unfathomable.
She forces me deeper on his dick. Makes me take even more of it.
“You want to be a little slut, Cass?” she says. “I’ll teach you how. Take that huge fucking cock in your tiny little mouth, girl.”
She doesn’t even sound like my mom. She sounds possessed.
I can’t believe my mom is making me throat Decker’s dick until I can’t breathe or think. She’s urging me on, and starts cheering me on rather than chastising me.
“That’s a good girl, honey,” she says. “Get your tongue in there, lick his piss slit and drink up all that cum.”
Holy shit, my mom is a fucking lunatic.
How did I never see it before? Was she just always hiding and waiting, keeping this kinkiness under wraps? Biding her time until she could pounce on someone like Decker? After his father—her husband—died?
Decker grapples my head like a volleyball, until my eyes go blurry from tears and the speed with which he fucks my face.
Then he tears me off him and I wheeze and let out a huge cough. Precum and drool dribble out of my mouth.
Decker stands and lifts me. My body feels loose and boneless.
He unceremoniously plops me onto the couch, ass facing him, my head in the cushions.
I moan as I flop forward.
“Good little brat,” he says. “I knew you could work together. And what a team you make!”