It was my sophomore year of high school, and I still thought way too often about back when I was in 8th grade and saw Amy step out of the shower. It still stung every day that I didn’t see her fucking tits. All this time I hadn’t seen much more than my stepmother in a one piece swimsuit, which only made me imagine what I saw underneath that one day even more. It wouldn’t be until this year that I saw more of Amy.
I was housesitting the neighbor’s 2 story house next door on a Friday night, and I was sitting up in the family room at about 9 pm. I was not allowed to have any guests over, so I just sat there watching movies, eating snacks and texting friends like I usually do in my house anyways. It hit me when I saw the “Low Battery” notification that I left the charger for my phone at my house. I had a weird feeling about using someone else’s things when it was unnecessary so I walked back over to my house to get my charger.
My parents had left earlier in the night to go out to dinner so I slid in through the back gate, and was heading to the back door. Something caught my attention.
A light was turned on. It was coming from the second floor of my house. So my parents were home. Great.
I decided to try and be as quiet as possible, and just get my shit and go. So I quietly opened the back door, and crept through the kitchen trying to find a charger for my phone. Right when I saw the charger and took a step towards it, something else froze me in my tracks. I heard..
“oh…. YES!….. ohhh….”
My whole body shuddered with guilty excitement, because I realized very quickly it was my stepmothers voice. My first thought was that she was upstairs playing with herself. My feet did the work without my thinking, and I felt myself moving towards the stairs.
Still no moans. No other noises.
I was on the first step of the stairs, and I stopped to see if I could hear any more. I tried to focus in as much as I could to hear literally anything. Very quietly, I could hear the unmistakeable noise of creaking of a bed. It dawned upon me, my parents were probably having sex. Of course, why would I have thought my mom was here alone on a weekend night when I was away. They were probably utilizing my time away to fuck as they please. Gross. I did not want to think of my dad in that way.
I turned around to step back through the door, and as my foot left the bottom step of the flight of stairs, I heard the sound of a hand smacking skin. Then I heard a deep voice.
In fact.. it was a really deep voice. Was my dad’s voice that deep? His voice must get low when he is having sex. I never liked the idea of cheating, and I felt a tiny pit in my stomach at the idea it could be someone else, so I made it halfway up the flight of stairs to listen and make sure it was my dad’s voice.
“Please…. again..” I heard Amy say.
I heard another smack. Then I heard, in that same deep voice,
“You like that? You like when I smack that ass huh baby.”
The pit turned into a giant sink-hole. That was NOT my dad’s voice. I felt the chills run over my whole body, and I felt sick to my stomach. I felt sadness and anger start to boil before I even solidified the realization in my head, and as it started to register, I heard more.
My mom let out a soft moan, then a gasp. I heard the stranger say “Oh fuck.. take it.. all of it baby fuck..”
It was not my dad. I did not see his car out front. I have no clue what happened, but someone else was fucking my mom. Amy was cheating on my dad.
The worst feeling was that all this time, I made a fantasy situation in my head. I would fantasize about fucking her. I would imagine her saying we should run away together and start a new life as a couple. I wanted her to let me cum inside of her. I wanted to make her mine. I wanted to see what her top half looked like. I wanted to run my hands and mouth over every single inch of her body. In my head I made it as though she would be mine some day when she suddenly realizes it’s me she wants, and I’d finally be able to fuck that perfect pussy I saw years back. So not only was she cheating on my dad, but it felt as though.. she was cheating on me. Stupid high schooler daydreams.
My heart sunk and I started feeling my cheeks get hot and my whole body was tingling. I felt heartbroken and the worst part, I could not look away. Possibly even worse than that, I had a huge boner. Before I could resist my own actions, I peeked my head above the edge of the second floor, and looked into the bedroom where they were fucking. It was right next to the staircase, and I could see it all. I could see this man taking what I liked to fantasize was mine.
I peeked over and saw the shadow of a huge, buff, tan skinned man holding Amy around her waist. She was bent over on all fours away from me, and I could see her beautiful thighs spread open so this fucker could enter her from behind. He still was working himself into her, and they both moaned and grunted as he worked what I assumed was a huge cock into her sweet little pussy.
He put one arm on her back, and she was pushed into the bed as he bottomed out finally inside of her. My dick was bulging through my shorts as I saw this man start to pound away, bottoming out every single time in my mom’s pussy. She moaned and gasped, almost like as if she was embarrassed to be fucked like a slut and still be enjoying it. Like as if he read my mind, I hear him tell her to let it out. In between strokes, she gets louder and starts to yell out,
“It… feels.. SO… GOOD… OH.. FUCK….”
I started to hear the slap of his groin against her plump ass, and he took his hand off of her back. He leaned back a little bit, and started to slap her ass. He slapped it once, and I felt my cock twitch a little as I saw her delicious ass jiggle as he laid his heavy hand across it. It left a mark on her white skin, and he started to slap it every once in a while. One hand on the right cheek. One hand on her left. Both hands on both cheeks. He would grip it and shake it and jiggle it as he was fucking her. Doing all the things I imagined doing all these years. Her ass was so fucking perfect and here I was, watching someone else fuck her the way I yearned to.
He let off a little, and I saw him lay on his back as she started to turn around. My stomach did another somersault as I realized I was finally going to be able to see them. Her tits. She turned around, and my mouth dropped.
They were fake tits, but not huge enough to look terrible. My quiet, sweet stepmother Amy, had fake boobs. Where the fuck did she even hide them? They were easily a perky D cup, and they had beautiful hard pink nipples that were far too symmetrical to be natural. She turned to face him, and he moaned as she started climbing on top, but not letting him enter her yet.
The look on her face. She was so turned on. Her eyes were blazing with lust. Her forehead and chest were covered in sweat. I saw the topside of her beautiful fake tits glimmering with sweat, and I couldn’t decide whether I loved her ass or her tits more. She gently caressed her boobs, brushed the hair stuck to her forehead away, and then held his cock in her hands to guide it into her pussy. This dude was loaded, it was easy an 8 inch cock that was girthy, and it seemed as though the entire thing could reach up past her belly button. She started sliding it in. It was sexy, and sad seeing how my mom Amy was being wrecked by this fat cock. She got the head of it inside, and then started sliding it farther. She kept eye contact the entire time, until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she fit the entire fucking thing inside her pussy. She laid her hands on his chest, and started riding his dick.
It was cute. She wasn’t able to ride it like a pornstar, but rode up and down as fast as she could, trying to move her hips to make it be like what I imagine she’s seen in porn. I think this guy felt the same, that it was a mix of cute and sexy, and held her waist.
He started to pound her from underneath. But he picked up speed so rapidly. My stomach churned, because I knew what was coming next. I just hoped it wouldn’t be where I wanted to cum in my fantasies.
But it was. He held her hips, pumped his dick back and forth into her, until he pulled her in for a tight, passionate kiss, and started moaning loud. He was cumming inside of her. I couldn’t take it. I left down the stairs, and heard her gasping and yelling in joy. It made me sick to my stomach as I opened the back door and heard her scream
“YES, CUM IN MY PUSSY BABY YES!!” Mixed in with the sounds of his deep voice groaning. I had tears in my eyes when I was sprinting back to the next door house, and when I got inside I laid down on the floor and let the tears run. I didn’t know what the word for it was at the time, but I know now I had experienced what it felt like to be cuckolded. And it wasn’t anything like from a girlfriend or wife or close friend. It was my stepmother and her stranger lover with the fat cock that did it.
I sat and couldn’t stop picturing it all. Her body. Her tits. The sweat on her white skin. Her blonde hair bouncing as she got pounded before he came. His thick, veiny cock. The sound of him cumming. Her begging for all of it. And none of it involved me, other than being the spectator.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/imz3x2/finally_hooking_up_with_my_stepmother