u/itz_luna07

Happened years back, when I was 18, senior year highschool, dating X. my sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He was gentle, caring, the total opposite of the guys who actually turned me on. I had been obsessed with basketball and wanted to make the girls team. That’s where I met D.

D was a tall, well built Mexican senior. Rough.

I’d seen him fight guys and bully people without hesitation but he was always smooth and charming with girls. The moment I saw him on the court, shirtless, sweaty, better in game… I had a massive crush. Even while holding bf's hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

One evening I was practicing alone on the court, working on my shots and dips. I heard a deep voice from the side:

"Yooo, want some help?"

It was him. My heart jumped. I said yes immediately told him how badly I wanted to make the team. We practiced. He was correcting my form, touching my waist, my arms… it felt good. The spark.. Then my bf showed up to walk me home like usual. It was getting dark.

D grabbed my ball from my hands and started messing with me, towering over me. I tried to jump and take it back but he was too tall and strong. When it was my turn to shoot, he came right up behind me, pressing his hard body against my back, locking his arms around me to “HELP” with my form. I could feel his heat, his muscles, his bulge against my ass. Bf was standing right there watching the whole thing. My face was burning. D finally patted my shoulder, winked and said “See ya tomorrow, babe” before walking off.

On the way home I felt so awkward. I apologized to my bf, asking if he felt bad. He just smiled and said it was fine. That reaction made something flip inside me. Knowing my boyfriend was okay with another guy touching me like that… it got me a lil bit excited in me.

Things went way too fast after that. In the canteen one day, D came up behind me while I was with my bf, wrapped his arms around my neck playfully like he was robbing me. “Hands up, girly!” he laughed. My ass was pushed back hard against his crotch. My bf was right there laughing along like it was all a joke. I was rushed.

Then came the night after practice. D told my bf “Hey man, it’s getting late. I’ll drop her home, she’s on my route anyway.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah sure, thanks mate!” He gave me a little wave and left. I stayed with D.

We kept playing on the empty court. I watched him do this insane jump and dunk. It was so fucking hot. He grinned at me: “You wanna touch the net?” No one was around. I said yes. He grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me up effortlessly. My body slid down against him, his big hands right under the sides of my boobs. When he put me down he looked me up and down and smirked, “You got some weight on you, girl ”

On the way home he stopped near a crowded street magic show downtown. As people pushed in, he pulled me closer. First his arm around my shoulders, then both hands on my hips, holding me tight against him. I loved it.

Days passed and the tension kept building. The night of the big basketball tournament, I went to watch D play. My bf was there with me at first, but I told him I’d go home with D instead. He accepted it quietly and left early. D played well that night. When they won, he came straight to me and hugged me tight, sweaty and pumped with adrenaline. I melted into him.

We walked home together that night, holding hands. When we reached the quiet, empty subway station, he suddenly pushed me against the wall. “I really wanted to share my victory with you,” he growled. Then he kissed me hard, sucking on my neck while his big hands roamed.. almost bit my neck like a vamp sucking it's blood. He squeezed my tits perfectly, then grabbed my ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I was drenched.

“You’re coming home with me, baby,” he said, still groping me. I didn’t even think about my bf. I just nodded.

We took the subway to his place instead of mine… and that was the night everything changed. Later that night got text from my bf:

Heyy did you reach home ?? I replied "yeah" as I was under D's cozy warm blanked.

Happened years back, when I was 18, senior year highschool, dating X. my sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He was gentle, caring, the total opposite of the guys who actually turned me on. I had been obsessed with basketball and wanted to make the girls team. That’s where I met D.

D was a tall, well built Mexican senior. Rough.

I’d seen him fight guys and bully people without hesitation but he was always smooth and charming with girls. The moment I saw him on the court, shirtless, sweaty, better in game… I had a massive crush. Even while holding bf's hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

One evening I was practicing alone on the court, working on my shots and dips. I heard a deep voice from the side:

"Yooo, want some help?"

It was him. My heart jumped. I said yes immediately told him how badly I wanted to make the team. We practiced. He was correcting my form, touching my waist, my arms… it felt good. The spark.. Then my bf showed up to walk me home like usual. It was getting dark.

D grabbed my ball from my hands and started messing with me, towering over me. I tried to jump and take it back but he was too tall and strong. When it was my turn to shoot, he came right up behind me, pressing his hard body against my back, locking his arms around me to “HELP” with my form. I could feel his heat, his muscles, his bulge against my ass. Bf was standing right there watching the whole thing. My face was burning. D finally patted my shoulder, winked and said “See ya tomorrow, babe” before walking off.

On the way home I felt so awkward. I apologized to my bf, asking if he felt bad. He just smiled and said it was fine. That reaction made something flip inside me. Knowing my boyfriend was okay with another guy touching me like that… it got me a lil bit excited in me.

Things went way too fast after that. In the canteen one day, D came up behind me while I was with my bf, wrapped his arms around my neck playfully like he was robbing me. “Hands up, girly!” he laughed. My ass was pushed back hard against his crotch. My bf was right there laughing along like it was all a joke. I was rushed.

Then came the night after practice. D told my bf “Hey man, it’s getting late. I’ll drop her home, she’s on my route anyway.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah sure, thanks mate!” He gave me a little wave and left. I stayed with D.

We kept playing on the empty court. I watched him do this insane jump and dunk. It was so fucking hot. He grinned at me: “You wanna touch the net?” No one was around. I said yes. He grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me up effortlessly. My body slid down against him, his big hands right under the sides of my boobs. When he put me down he looked me up and down and smirked, “You got some weight on you, girl ”

On the way home he stopped near a crowded street magic show downtown. As people pushed in, he pulled me closer. First his arm around my shoulders, then both hands on my hips, holding me tight against him. I loved it.

Days passed and the tension kept building. The night of the big basketball tournament, I went to watch D play. My bf was there with me at first, but I told him I’d go home with D instead. He accepted it quietly and left early. D played well that night. When they won, he came straight to me and hugged me tight, sweaty and pumped with adrenaline. I melted into him.

We walked home together that night, holding hands. When we reached the quiet, empty subway station, he suddenly pushed me against the wall. “I really wanted to share my victory with you,” he growled. Then he kissed me hard, sucking on my neck while his big hands roamed.. almost bit my neck like a vamp sucking it's blood. He squeezed my tits perfectly, then grabbed my ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I was drenched.

“You’re coming home with me, baby,” he said, still groping me. I didn’t even think about my bf. I just nodded.

We took the subway to his place instead of mine… and that was the night everything changed. Later that night got text from my bf:

Heyy did you reach home ?? I replied "yeah" as I was under D's cozy warm blanked.

Happened years back, when I was 18, senior year highschool, dating X. my sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He was gentle, caring, the total opposite of the guys who actually turned me on. I had been obsessed with basketball and wanted to make the girls team. That’s where I met D.

D was a tall, well built Mexican senior. Rough.

I’d seen him fight guys and bully people without hesitation but he was always smooth and charming with girls. The moment I saw him on the court, shirtless, sweaty, better in game… I had a massive crush. Even while holding bf's hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

One evening I was practicing alone on the court, working on my shots and dips. I heard a deep voice from the side:

"Yooo, want some help?"

It was him. My heart jumped. I said yes immediately told him how badly I wanted to make the team. We practiced. He was correcting my form, touching my waist, my arms… it felt good. The spark.. Then my bf showed up to walk me home like usual. It was getting dark.

D grabbed my ball from my hands and started messing with me, towering over me. I tried to jump and take it back but he was too tall and strong. When it was my turn to shoot, he came right up behind me, pressing his hard body against my back, locking his arms around me to “HELP” with my form. I could feel his heat, his muscles, his bulge against my ass. Bf was standing right there watching the whole thing. My face was burning. D finally patted my shoulder, winked and said “See ya tomorrow, babe” before walking off.

On the way home I felt so awkward. I apologized to my bf, asking if he felt bad. He just smiled and said it was fine. That reaction made something flip inside me. Knowing my boyfriend was okay with another guy touching me like that… it got me a lil bit excited in me.

Things went way too fast after that. In the canteen one day, D came up behind me while I was with my bf, wrapped his arms around my neck playfully like he was robbing me. “Hands up, girly!” he laughed. My ass was pushed back hard against his crotch. My bf was right there laughing along like it was all a joke. I was rushed.

Then came the night after practice. D told my bf “Hey man, it’s getting late. I’ll drop her home, she’s on my route anyway.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah sure, thanks mate!” He gave me a little wave and left. I stayed with D.

We kept playing on the empty court. I watched him do this insane jump and dunk. It was so fucking hot. He grinned at me: “You wanna touch the net?” No one was around. I said yes. He grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me up effortlessly. My body slid down against him, his big hands right under the sides of my boobs. When he put me down he looked me up and down and smirked, “You got some weight on you, girl ”

On the way home he stopped near a crowded street magic show downtown. As people pushed in, he pulled me closer. First his arm around my shoulders, then both hands on my hips, holding me tight against him. I loved it.

Days passed and the tension kept building. The night of the big basketball tournament, I went to watch D play. My bf was there with me at first, but I told him I’d go home with D instead. He accepted it quietly and left early. D played well that night. When they won, he came straight to me and hugged me tight, sweaty and pumped with adrenaline. I melted into him.

We walked home together that night, holding hands. When we reached the quiet, empty subway station, he suddenly pushed me against the wall. “I really wanted to share my victory with you,” he growled. Then he kissed me hard, sucking on my neck while his big hands roamed.. almost bit my neck like a vamp sucking it's blood. He squeezed my tits perfectly, then grabbed my ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I was drenched.

“You’re coming home with me, baby,” he said, still groping me. I didn’t even think about my bf. I just nodded.

We took the subway to his place instead of mine… and that was the night everything changed. Later that night got text from my bf:

Heyy did you reach home ?? I replied "yeah" as I was under D's cozy warm blanked.

Few days before Mother's day, Thought that i could treat my stepmom a different way as Dad left town to take a look on grandpa as he was not doing well. I didn’t want to do the usual flowers and brunch thing. Instead, I told her I was taking her out for a proper night like Drinks, music, and have fun. She laughed and agreed immediately.

"Yeah yeah sureee" with excitement..

That evening we both dressed up. I went with my favorite furry marabou mini skirt, a sleek light white top that showed enough skin, and knee high boots. Stepmom surprised me by dressing cool and classy. A deep green off shoulder dress that hugged her curvy figure. The hem sat just above her knees, and the color looked amazing on her.

We hit one of the better pubs downtown. The moment we walked in, the bartender grinned wide and called out, "Heyyy mamii, you’re back!" Stepmom laughed and winked at me. "Old friend, honey. Don’t worry."

We started with cocktails, moved to shots. Ngl the pub had a bunch of sexy boys.. she made her dress up went towards men's pole danced with a dude saw him giving a grip to her hips and back n she enjoyed it.

The dance floor got crowded. I ended up in front of her, and every time the beat dropped my ass pushed against her lower belly. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. We swayed together. Being shorter than her made it strangely intimate. Her thick thighs and full chest right behind me as she touched. I've felt her holding my hips and running her hands over my ass.

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Few days before Mother's day, Thought that i could treat my stepmom a different way as Dad left town to take a look on grandpa as he was not doing well. I didn’t want to do the usual flowers and brunch thing. Instead, I told her I was taking her out for a proper night like Drinks, music, and have fun. She laughed and agreed immediately.

"Yeah yeah sureee" with excitement..

That evening we both dressed up. I went with my favorite furry marabou mini skirt, a sleek light white top that showed enough skin, and knee high boots. Stepmom surprised me by dressing cool and classy. A deep green off shoulder dress that hugged her curvy figure. The hem sat just above her knees, and the color looked amazing on her.

We hit one of the better pubs downtown. The moment we walked in, the bartender grinned wide and called out, "Heyyy mamii, you’re back!" Stepmom laughed and winked at me. "Old friend, honey. Don’t worry."

We started with cocktails, moved to shots. Ngl the pub had a bunch of sexy boys.. she made her dress up went towards men's pole danced with a dude saw him giving a grip to her hips and back n she enjoyed it.

The dance floor got crowded. I ended up in front of her, and every time the beat dropped my ass pushed against her lower belly. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. We swayed together. Being shorter than her made it strangely intimate. Her thick thighs and full chest right behind me as she touched. I've felt her holding my hips and running her hands over my ass.

By the time we left, she was pretty drunk. We got a cab home. When we reached the house, stepmom stepped out first, thanking the driver with a flirty wink and a flying kiss. "Thanks for the safe ride, handsome," she purred. I quickly paid him off and helped her inside.

Once we were in the house, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. She rested her chin near the back of my neck, her warm breath touched my skin.

"Honey… I just love you so much," she murmured, voice thick with emotion and alcohol. "This was my first time celebrating Mother’s Day like this. It was perfect and i really enjoyed it with you"

Her arms were wrapped just below my breasts, holding me tight. Then she gave me a soft kiss on the side of my neck. A shiver ran straight down my spine. I was already heated up, a low ache building between my legs.

Later that night, I was on the couch watching TV, still buzzing from the evening. Stepmom came out of her room heading to bed, carrying a bottle of water. She had changed into her pjs. A soft button up shirt with the first two open, showing a generous hint of cleavage, and short shorts that reached mid thigh, hugging her thick curves.

I called out, "Heyy mom, I wanna ask you something."

She turned, smiled, and walked over. She placed the bottle on the table and landed heavily on the couch right next to me, the motion making her entire body shake and jiggle. "What’s the matter, baby? Wanna sleep with me??" she asked mockingly, her voice still playful and tipsy.

I swallowed, heart racing, then asked the question that had been sitting in my chest for weeks: "Did you cheat on Dad the day you left him?"

She paused for a moment, then sighed. "Ohh… I… yeah, I went to my ex’s place ‘cause I had no one else. I was crying and angry. But he’s still a dick. Couldn’t even satisfy me properly."

I let out a small laugh. "Yeahhh, I understood that from the way you rode my dad that night."

Thirsty queen***

She looked me straight in the eyes, a seductive spark cutting through the haze. "You spy on us, don’t you?" I didn’t say anything. She leaned closer. "Did you like it? Yeahhh… you do like it, I know. And I’ve seen the way you look at my body too."

Her hand slid onto my thigh firmly gripping. "Wanna say anything, baby?" I was speechless she leaned forward and gave me a kiss and bit my lower lips. I was sooo wet that's her body frags were too good. Wasn't able to control the thick air between us. Told her I'm off to bed gota getup early Tommorow. Before bed she gave me hug, while hugging he grabbed my right ass cheeks and gave a firm squeeze... Geeez made me drip... That night I was left with my mixed emotions and confused thoughts.

Last week was my stepmom’s birthday party at our place. The house was packed with family, kids running wild, cousins catching up. I wore that black bodycon. Everyone had a smile when they saw me and complimented my looks. After the cake and chaos, I slipped away to my room for my phone. I left the door closed earlier because my laundry bin was overflowing, used workout socks and a couple pairs of dirty panties from the night before I used while working out. still sitting on top.

Everything looked normal… except the bin was messed up. My sweaty black sock was now on top. I shrugged it off and went back to the party.

That night, after everyone left, I realized they were gone. The one which soaked when I came home after workout. plus one of those used socks.

Heart racing, did someone took it ?? Thoughts came in mind. I texted my cousin. She’s more like my dirty little secret than just family. we’ve shared everything since we were teens. She came to my room, still in her short party dress, biting her lip as I whispered what happened.

“Ohhh really?” she teased, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, fingers brushing my waist. “Someone liked your smell, baby. Probably got hard sniffing your dirty little panties while the whole family was downstairs.”

I blushed hard. Byitchh, it was a family function !

Took One from the bin and one from my drawer…”

She laughed. pressing against me, her breath hot on my ear. “Mmm, imagine which cousin it was… jerking his cock with your panties wrapped around it. By the way which was it ?? The red one you bought from Hawaii ?

I nodded. She said you looked sexy in that..she winked. Now it's around 11pm she laughed softly and said someone might be inhaling that sweaty secnt. Bet "he’s stroking right now thinking about you.”

Her hand slid down my ass n lil squeeze.. maybe… she said "I know you secretly love knowing some perv in our family took your used panties.”

I was already wet. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

23F panties gone missing after family function.

Last week was my stepmom’s birthday party at our place. The house was packed with family, kids running wild, cousins catching up. I wore that black bodycon. Everyone had a smile when they saw me and complimented my looks. After the cake and chaos, I slipped away to my room for my phone. I left the door closed earlier because my laundry bin was overflowing, used workout socks and a couple pairs of dirty panties from the night before I used while working out. still sitting on top.

Everything looked normal… except the bin was messed up. My sweaty black sock was now on top. I shrugged it off and went back to the party.

That night, after everyone left, I realized they were gone. The one which soaked when I came home after workout. plus one of those used socks.

Heart racing, did someone took it ?? Thoughts came in mind. I texted my cousin. She’s more like my dirty little secret than just family. we’ve shared everything since we were teens. She came to my room, still in her short party dress, biting her lip as I whispered what happened.

“Ohhh really?” she teased, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, fingers brushing my waist. “Someone liked your smell, baby. Probably got hard sniffing your dirty little panties while the whole family was downstairs.”

I blushed hard. Byitchh, it was a family function !

Took One from the bin and one from my drawer…”

She laughed. pressing against me, her breath hot on my ear. “Mmm, imagine which cousin it was… jerking his cock with your panties wrapped around it. By the way which was it ?? The red one you bought from Hawaii ?

I nodded. She said you looked sexy in that..she winked. Now it's around 11pm she laughed softly and said someone might be inhaling that sweaty secnt. Bet "he’s stroking right now thinking about you.”

Her hand slid down my ass n lil squeeze.. maybe… she said "I know you secretly love knowing some perv in our family took your used panties.”

I was already wet. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

Last week was my stepmom’s birthday party at our place. The house was packed with family, kids running wild, cousins catching up. I wore that black bodycon. Everyone had a smile when they saw me and complimented my looks. After the cake and chaos, I slipped away to my room for my phone. I left the door closed earlier because my laundry bin was overflowing, used workout socks and a couple pairs of dirty panties from the night before I used while working out. still sitting on top.

Everything looked normal… except the bin was messed up. My sweaty black sock was now on top. I shrugged it off and went back to the party.

That night, after everyone left, I realized they were gone. The one which soaked when I came home after workout. plus one of those used socks.

Heart racing, did someone took it ?? Thoughts came in mind. I texted my cousin. She’s more like my dirty little secret than just family. we’ve shared everything since we were teens. She came to my room, still in her short party dress, biting her lip as I whispered what happened.

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I love staying late in the gym after class. The place is quiet. I wear my favorite black sports bra tight, low-cut, the kind that barely contains me when I move. Every hop and bounce makes my cleavage jiggle.

He’s the only one who ever spars with me this late. A soft, lil’ chubby guy with a round belly and slow feet. Cute in his own way, but tonight his eyes keep dropping. As we circle and I bounce on my toes, I catch him staring straight down my cleavage, mesmerized by the way my tits move. His guard is sloppy. I can already see the bulge starting to swell in his shorts.

“Eyes up here, fat boy,” I smirk behind my mouthguard.

He flushes but it’s too late. I close the distance fast and herd him backward toward the corner with sharp jabs. He panics and throws his gloves high, covering his face completely like a scared little bitch.

Perfect.

I gave a hard left hook deep into his soft ribs, feeling the flesh. Then a right straight into his lower belly, right above the waistband that plush, cushiony spot that makes him grunt and fold a little. His body jiggles nicely with each impact. I step in close, so close my breasts touches his arms.

My right glove gave a slild to the lowerbelly and followed a shot on groin with the left hand.

His eyes bulge instantly. Before he can even suck in air, I drive my knee up with a good force slamming into his groin. The impact is savage. I feel his balls compress and flatten against my knee, the heavy, sack getting punished exactly the way I love. He lets out a broken, high pitched groan that goes straight to my pussy.

His guard collapses. He leans forward, gloves dropping to clutch his balls, knees shaking. The pain makes his soft body tremble. I saw tears in his eyes and a thick string of spit already leaking from his mouthguard.

I don’t give him mercy. I loaded up and uppercut from below. My glove smashes under his chin with a loud crack. His head snaps back violently. The mouthguard flies out in a spray of spit that arcs beautifully through the ring lights before splattering.

His eyes roll up white for a second, and then the fatso drops hard onto his back legs spread, chest heaving. I stand over him, breathing heavely. There’s nothing hotter than feeling a guy’s balls break against my knee and then knocking his ass out.

I peel off my gloves slowly and drop them beside his head.

Next time you stare at my tits during sparring, I whisper hotly, “I’ll knee your balls even harder n that's gonna hurt bad. You won't walk straight for a week.

I blow him a kiss and head toward the ropes.

The tension with my ex’s buddy had been building for weeks, and I never expected it to end with me in his bed that night.

I’ve been boxing after classes for over a year. It’s my release. A few months ago I saw my ex's buddy at the gym. Hes tall, build like someone who can fight.

I'm into boys who is fit n know how to fight.

At first it was just quick nods and “what’s up,” but slowly we started talking more spotting each other, complaining about tough workouts, joking around. The vibe felt flirty, but I told myself it was harmless.

Then came his amateur fight on Friday night in Miami. I went with a couple friends to cheer him on. He got rocked in the first round and was down on points, but he came back swinging and won by decision. The crowd went wild. He was hurt though cut over his eye, bruised ribs, swollen knuckles. As soon as it ended, I went back to help him. Being an MD grad, it felt natural to clean his cut and check him over. Most people left for parties, but he was sore and just wanted to go home. I offered to drive. In the car his hand landed on my thigh and stayed there. Thanking me the ride. The tension was insane. When we got to his apartment, I walked him inside to make sure he was okay. He said his rib hurts so thought of Helping him peel off his shirt so I could check his ribs his body was melting hot as I touched it

The tension btw us explodes as he pushed me against the walls placed his hands over my hips and talked to me looking in the eyes. We kissed my neck and it became more intimate as he removed my denim jacket. He carried me up and went to his room. I was laughing n screaming at the moment threw me on his bed. I got up, I dropped to my knees right there When I pulled his pants down, I was surprised his cock was thick, perfectly shaped, literally the ideal dick.

Even after getting beat up in the ring, he was throbbing for me. I took him in my mouth eagerly, sucking and stroking him while he groaned and gripped my hair. I felt like such a slut on my knees for my ex’s friend, but that only made me wetter. I loved his body frags.

He pulled me up, completely stripped me down pushed me on his bed and climbed on top even though his body was sore. When he slid inside me, I moaned loud. He stretched me so good. Even injured, he fucked me deep and steady, grinding against my clit with every thrust. I wrapped my legs around him and took it like a whore, whispering how much I loved his cock, how much better it felt than I imagined. The mix of pain and pleasure on his face turned me on even more. He fucked me harder than I expected, pounding me until I came hard around him, shaking and crying out. He finished deep inside me with a rough groan, collapsing on top of me afterwards, both of us sweaty and breathing heavy. We lay there for a while. He smirked through his swollen eye and said, “Didn’t think I’d still be able to fuck like that tonight.” I laughed and told him his dick was perfect and worth every bruise. We both knew this was messy because of my ex, but the secrecy made it hotter.

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A couple weeks after everything, stepmom finally came back home. She didn’t even know Dad had been sick until she called and found out. The second she heard, she drove straight back that same day. I watched her run to him, apologizing over for the fight and for leaving like that. She looked really sorry.

Later she pulled me aside, gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you so much for taking care of your dad while I was gone, sweetie. You’re such a good girl.”

Next night around 1:30 AM, I got up feeling thirsty and a little hungry. As I walked down the hallway, I heard something coming from their bedroom that made me stop.

The bed was heavily shaking against the wall with every thrust. I could hear the loud claps of skin slapping hard against skin. Stepmom’s voice was breathy and desperate. I’m embarrassed to say it but I stood there and listened.

Ohhh god, baby… I missed this so much, she moaned. Fuck me… I needed you so bad.

Dad’s deeper voice answered, husky and rough. “Yeah? You been thinking about my cock while you were gone?

Mmmhmm… every night,she whimpered as the slapping got louder.. Harder, please…

I stood there frozen, my body heating up. The sounds made me ache between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself getting wet as I listened for a few more seconds before quietly going to the kitchen.

I had a glass of water and made a small sandwich, but my mind was full of questions. Where exactly did she go for those few weeks after the big fight? Did she stay with someone else? A friend? Or a man? The way she was moaning for Dad tonight, so needy and loud, made me wonder if she had been with someone. The thought gave me a strange mix of jealousy and curiosity.

I was still standing there eating when I heard soft footsteps.

“Hey sweetie… why are you up so late?” Stepmom whispered. Her voice was still husky and satisfied.

She was wearing a short robe that barely reached her knees. Her skin looked flushed and a bit sweaty. I told her I was thirsty and couldn’t sleep. She stepped closer and pulled me into a gentle hug. I could feel her big breasts against me. She smelled strongly of sex, musky and intimate. That scent made the ache between my legs even stronger.

We moved to the hallway couch. She sat very close, her robe riding up her smooth thighs. A loud thunder cracked outside and she jumped, turning toward the window. Her robe shifted and gave me a clear view of her deep, heavy cleavage. I couldn’t stop staring, feeling that warm tingle growing. She asked about Dad’s sickness, so I told her everything like how high his fever got, how I kept waking up at night to give him medicine, placing wet cloths on his forehead, and how I finally slept right next to him. “I didn’t want to leave him alone,” I said quietly.

Stepmom smiled warmly and squeezed my hand. “You’re amazing, baby. Sleeping next to him like that, taking such good care of your dad… I’m really proud of you. Not every girl would do that. You two must have gotten closer while I was gone.”

We kept talking in low voices. Every movement made her robe tease more of her soft body. I kept noticing how curvy and womanly she looked, especially with that fresh sex scent still on her. Then Dad opened the door and came out wearing just his shorts. He was sleepy barely opened his eyes. His tattooed chest and arms looked strong. There was a clear, heavy bulge pushing against the fabric.

He asked

Hey ladies… it’s past 2 am. Everything okay?

Stepmom answered calmly, She’s been having bad sleep. I’m just keeping her company for a bit. We both smiled at him. Stepmom told him softly, Go back to bed, honey. I’ll be there in a minute. Dad nodded and walked back. When Stepmom stood up, she hugged me again, pressing her soft, curvy body against mine. That intimate scent was even stronger. The warmth between my legs pulsed as she whispered.

She walked back to bed leaving me alone on the couch with my heart racing, body warm and aching, and my mind full of questions I probably shouldn’t be asking myself.

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A couple weeks after everything, stepmom finally came back home. She didn’t even know Dad had been sick until she called and found out. The second she heard, she drove straight back that same day. I watched her run to him, apologizing over for the fight and for leaving like that. She looked really sorry.

Later she pulled me aside, gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you so much for taking care of your dad while I was gone, sweetie. You’re such a good girl.”

Next night around 1:30 AM, I got up feeling thirsty and a little hungry. As I walked down the hallway, I heard something coming from their bedroom that made me stop.

The bed was heavily shaking against the wall with every thrust. I could hear the loud claps of skin slapping hard against skin. Stepmom’s voice was breathy and desperate. I’m embarrassed to say it but I stood there and listened.

Ohhh god, baby… I missed this so much, she moaned. Fuck me… I needed you so bad.

Dad’s deeper voice answered, husky and rough. “Yeah? You been thinking about my cock while you were gone?”

Mmmhmm… every night,she whimpered as the slapping got louder.. Harder, please…

I stood there frozen, my body heating up. The sounds made me ache between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself getting wet as I listened for a few more seconds before quietly going to the kitchen.

I had a glass of water and made a small sandwich, but my mind was full of questions. Where exactly did she go for those few weeks after the big fight? Did she stay with someone else? A friend? Or a man? The way she was moaning for Dad tonight, so needy and loud, made me wonder if she had been with someone. The thought gave me a strange mix of jealousy and curiosity.

I was still standing there eating when I heard soft footsteps.

“Hey sweetie… why are you up so late?” Stepmom whispered. Her voice was still husky and satisfied.

She was wearing a short robe that barely reached her knees. Her skin looked flushed and a bit sweaty. I told her I was thirsty and couldn’t sleep. She stepped closer and pulled me into a gentle hug. I could feel her big breasts against me. She smelled strongly of sex, musky and intimate. That scent made the ache between my legs even stronger.

We moved to the hallway couch. She sat very close, her robe riding up her smooth thighs. A loud thunder cracked outside and she jumped, turning toward the window. Her robe shifted and gave me a clear view of her deep, heavy cleavage. I couldn’t stop staring, feeling that warm tingle growing. She asked about Dad’s sickness, so I told her everything like how high his fever got, how I kept waking up at night to give him medicine, placing wet cloths on his forehead, and how I finally slept right next to him. “I didn’t want to leave him alone,” I said quietly.

Stepmom smiled warmly and squeezed my hand. “You’re amazing, baby. Sleeping next to him like that, taking such good care of your dad… I’m really proud of you. Not every girl would do that. You two must have gotten closer while I was gone.”

We kept talking in low voices. Every movement made her robe tease more of her soft body. I kept noticing how curvy and womanly she looked, especially with that fresh sex scent still on her.

Then Dad opened the door and came out wearing just his shorts. He was sleepy barely opened his eyes. His tattooed chest and arms looked strong. There was a clear, heavy bulge pushing against the fabric.

He asked,

Hey ladies… it’s past 2 am. Everything okay?

Stepmom answered calmly, She’s been having bad sleep. I’m just keeping her company for a bit. We both smiled at him. Stepmom told him softly, Go back to bed, honey. I’ll be there in a minute. Dad nodded and walked back. When Stepmom stood up, she hugged me again, pressing her soft, curvy body against mine. That intimate scent was even stronger. The warmth between my legs pulsed as she whispered.

She walked back to bed leaving me alone on the couch with my heart racing, body warm and aching, and my mind full of questions I probably shouldn’t be asking myself.

This happened very recent almost few months back. Dad and stepmom had a fight which made things worse. She left him for few weeks lateron came back. After one week dad was not well dude change in climate. I was the one who cooked him food, washed his cloths , gave medicines time to time.

I used to wakeup around 1am to check he's doing good n his body temperature. One night while giving medicine I saw him looking down my cleaves. I didn't bother coz I was wearing my low neck top. Lateron gave him a forhead kiss too.

After that I was lying on couch on the hallway heard that his cough getting worse. I went to check on him. He was melting hot. Went to my room took some wet cloths placed on his forehead. I was not in the mind to leave him alone so I decided to sleep next time him. Went n closed the door. Slept near him not too close but yeahh...

During sleep he hugged me from behind his hands where so warm when it touched my belly. I was like ohh dad he might miss mom but after sometime I realised that he really misses her. Felt his Hammer getting bricked up. In my mind I was like ohhh man I'm locked bwtn his arms and now his Boii is wakin up. But I kinda liked it you know it's a different feelings which I got so I became more cozy and slept with him.

Next morning I wokeup early. Went near the window pushed the curtains and he woke when the ligh hit his face. I asked him how you feelin ?? He said I'm much better compared to last night. Went to kitchen to grab him a mug of coffee. While in kitchen I realised that my pjs were kinda stuck btw my ass cheeks so when I was clearing the window he saw my ass well in shape. I was kinda shy thinking about. But yeahh i went back. He raised his body n sat on the bed. I saw the morning wood of my dad it's kinda poking out through is shorts. Didn't laught but I sat next to him a gave the cup. He hide the wood with the pillow. While he was having coffee I arranged his bed. Thought of showing my cleaves a lil more by leaning forword.

Time passed I was in kitchen doing my stuff he came n gave me sweet hug and told me that he's proud that he got me as a daughter. Left his dihh on my ass too. Not sure wheater he did that poking on purpose.... nevermind.

This happened very recent almost few months back. Dad and stepmom had a fight which made things worse. She left him for few weeks lateron came back. After one week dad was not well dude change in climate. I was the one who cooked him food, washed his cloths , gave medicines time to time.

I used to wakeup around 1am to check he's doing good n his body temperature. One night while giving medicine I saw him looking down my cleaves. I didn't bother coz I was wearing my low neck top. Lateron gave him a forhead kiss too.

After that I was lying on couch on the hallway heard that his cough getting worse. I went to check on him. He was melting hot. Went to my room took some wet cloths placed on his forehead. I was not in the mind to leave him alone so I decided to sleep next time him. Went n closed the door. Slept near him not too close but yeahh...

During sleep he hugged me from behind his hands where so warm when it touched my belly. I was like ohh dad he might miss mom but after sometime I realised that he really misses her. Felt his Hammer getting bricked up. In my mind I was like ohhh man I'm locked bwtn his arms and now his Boii is wakin up. But I kinda liked it you know it's a different feelings which I got so I became more cozy and slept with him.

Next morning I wokeup early. Went near the window pushed the curtains and he woke when the ligh hit his face. I asked him how you feelin ?? He said I'm much better compared to last night. Went to kitchen to grab him a mug of coffee. While in kitchen I realised that my pjs were kinda stuck btw my ass cheeks so when I was clearing the window he saw my ass well in shape. I was kinda shy thinking about. But yeahh i went back. He raised his body n sat on the bed. I saw the morning wood of my dad it's kinda poking out through is shorts. Didn't laught but I sat next to him a gave the cup. He hide the wood with the pillow. While he was having coffee I arranged his bed. Thought of showing my cleaves a lil more by leaning forword.

Time passed I was in kitchen doing my stuff he came n gave me sweet hug and told me that he's proud that he got me as a daughter. Left his dihh on my ass too. Not sure wheater he did that poking on purpose.... nevermind.