Getting caught by my mom’s boyfriend [MF]

I was asleep in bed. Well pretending to be asleep. My mom is out somewhere. She’s kind of a mess. Constant rotation of boyfriends. Said she went to get a beer but probably got distracted at the bar. Her latest fling is sitting in the living room watching some profanely trash animated shit. I’m in my room and I keep trying to sleep but the TV is keeping me up. The crude jokes send me spiraling down the porn rabbit hole on my phone, promising myself I’ll just look for a second but couldn’t risk doing anything. After all I just need to spend the next two months here and then I’ll be off to college.

Turns out that was a lie. Reading led to watching which led to my hands down my panties rubbing slow circles on my clit. Just for a little bit, I promised myself. I knew I stood no chance of being quiet enough for whatshisface to not hear if I got too into it. I slowly started rubbing harder as I shuffled through my usual erotica books. I heard the TV turn off and immediately froze. I didn’t hear any of the usual boot steps follow but after waiting a significant amount of time I chalked it up to him being barefoot (really I was horny as hell). Figuring I was safe, I resumed rubbing my clit, this time faster and harder. As I scrolled through my current novella depicting an innocent girl and her stepfather’s corrupting presence, I felt myself get wetter. Sure I wasn’t innocent and the man outside was just another guy who drank any beer I brought home, I felt the pressure inside me rising as I thought of the taboo of it all.

I dropped my phone and elected to slip two fingers deep inside me desperately reaching for that rough patch that I knew would end my suffering. I frantically rubbed my clit harder just as soon as my fingers were buried as far inside me as I could reach. I thought about how much better his thick, calloused fingers would feel stretching me out and I came on the spot, soft whimpers turning into notsosoft moans. I felt my inner muscles clenching around my fingers and wished I had used my vibrator instead. I just didn’t feel full or stretched out enough. Regardless, I felt wave after wave of a trembling softness that left my thighs shaking and fingers ghosting over my pussy. Content but not fully satisfied I thought I would rollover and try again in the morning. As I came down I realized I had been loud enough to mask the boot steps I was supposed to be listening out for. Instead I’m greeted with the screeching sound of my door flying open and a menacing silhouette heaving in the doorway.

I immediately shoot up in bed as his body blocks out the light streaming in from the living room. The darkness feels more menacing this time considering it comes in the shape of a bulky bearded man who is now slowly creeping towards me.
“Did you even try to be quiet?” He sounds disappointed and condescending which, of course, causes me to gush in my already drenched panties.
I nod, wide eyed, and start to squeak out an excuse. But he’s standing over me, his finger pressing on my tongue before I’ve even found my sentence. He added another and explored my mouth, testing my gag reflex. I instinctively started sucking.

He shakes his head and brings his mouth to the shell of my ear, “No, babygirl, we’re gonna do better than that pathetic call for attention earlier.” His teeth tease a sensitive spot behind my ear and his tongue darts out to soothe it. “You had your chance to make noise. Now I just want to hear the words ‘yes, daddy’ and ‘no, daddy’ from this pretty little mouth.”
That causes me to moan softly around his fingers, and nod my head in agreement. He croons a soft good girl in my ear and then he’s on top of me. He bears his full weight on my body, crushing my petite form and pressing my hips to the mattress with his own.
He starts a slow grind with his hips and his hand tears off my flimsy night tank top down to free my tits. He groaned as he saw my tits. The noise almost caused me to beg for him to fuck me. As if reading my mind, he offered a cruel smile and said, “I can fuck you without taking out my cock now.”

I answered him in the form of a French kiss, my tongue sliding into his partially open mouth and dragging an agonized groan from his throat.
I know I should be offended by how shamelessly he stormed in here and demanded my body. I should really care that he’s my mom’s latest plaything. But all I really can register is this man tapping into every taboo fantasy I have and slowly using that information to decimate me.

My back starts to arch out of necessity, tilting my tits up, mashing my pointed peaks against his chest, and fuck…the friction against his bomber jacket in indescribable. “Please, daddy,” I moan between harsh pants.
My fingers are twined in his hair, and my mindfuck body humping his lap with the small amount of movement our position allowed. The obvious bulge in his jeans is his grinding down against my clit when he starts whispering in my ear again.
“God damn, look at that tight little body trying to fuck me through those layers. You really want it that bad, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy please I really want it,” I beg.
My petite curves shivered against him, almost violently, in response; a call his body answered by pressing me back into the mattress with his hips even harder, his knuckles turning white gripping my short headboard so hard.

“That’s right, you little slut, you’re going to cum against daddy’s cock. You were so desperate for someone to put you in your place you let your mom’s latest piece hump you into an orgasm” He forces out the dirty stream of words in broken, desperate growls, interrupted by rushed pulls of air. Like he was drowning, just like me.

His teeth bit down on my nipple as I begged daddy to finish me off. Two rough twists of his hips in combination and I heard my own voice repeating “yes, yes, yes,” on a throaty loop. Felt his tongue raking up and down the side of my neck, his teeth taking small bites from my shoulder. My thighs shake around his hips and my nails cling to the collar of his t-shirt.
He visibly forces himself off of me and shoves my hands down when I go for his belt buckle. I pout up at him and his eyes bore into me.
“No, babygirl, I know it’s going to drive you insane to not get my cum tonight. So you’re going to wait until I decide if I want to finish in your mouth or pussy… or maybe even ass.”
He saunters out of my room unfazed, leaving me a mess in my sheets.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zlgivk/getting_caught_by_my_moms_boyfriend_mf