I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but… fuck, it was insane. Last night, everything changed with my husband Mark, me, and his son Jake from his first marriage. Jake’s 22, I’m 28—we got married two years ago, and he’s always been around, staring a bit too long at my tits when I bend over in my yoga pants. Mark noticed, laughed it off, said « kid’s just horny. » But last night, after too many drinks at this backyard barbecue, it exploded.
We stumbled into the living room, the air thick with charcoal smoke and beer sweat. Mark pinned me against the couch, his rough hands yanking my sundress up. « You want this, baby? » he growled, fingers digging into my thighs. I nodded, pussy already throbbing, wet from the teasing all evening—Jake’s eyes on me while I grilled burgers. Mark’s mouth crashed into mine, tongue tasting like whiskey, salty and hot.
Then Jake walked in. Froze. His jeans bulged huge. « Dad? Shit, sorry— » But Mark grinned, pulled back. « Nah, son. Join us. She’s been begging for it. » My heart pounded—um, was this real? Jake hesitated, then stepped closer, that musky boy-sweat smell hitting me. I reached out, grabbed his belt. « Come here, » I whispered, voice shaky. His cock sprang free as I unzipped him—thick, veiny, pre-cum glistening at the tip, bigger than Mark’s. The room smelled like arousal now, pussy juice and cock.
Mark stripped me naked, my nipples hard peaks under the dim lamp light. He shoved me onto the couch on all fours, ass up. « Suck him, babe. » Jake’s cock filled my mouth—salty skin, pulsing veins against my tongue. I gagged a little, slurping wet, drool dripping down my chin. « Fuck, yeah, » Jake moaned, hands fisting my hair, hips bucking. Mark behind me, rubbing his fat head against my slick folds. « So wet for us, » he said, then slammed in—deep, stretching me, balls slapping my clit. The sound—wet smacks, my muffled moans around Jake’s dick.
They switched. Jake under me now, missionary on the rug. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me down onto him. Oh… so full, his pubes scratching my clit as I rode slow at first. « Like that, stepmom? » he panted, eyes locked on my bouncing tits. I leaned down, nipples brushing his chest—sweaty, hairy. « Harder, » I gasped. He thrust up, brutal, my pussy clenching, juices soaking his balls. Mark knelt by my face, feeding me his cock—tasting my own cream on it, tangy and slick.
Then doggy again, but double. Mark in my pussy, pounding steady—grunts like an animal. Jake… he spat on my ass, fingered the tight ring. « Can I? » Heart racing, I nodded. « Do it. » His cock pushed in slow—burning stretch, then pure fire pleasure. Filled everywhere, the pressure insane. They found rhythm—Mark deep, Jake shallow. « Fuck, she’s tight, » Jake groaned. Smells everywhere: ass musk, cum sweat, my squirting drip hitting the floor. I came first—shaking, walls milking them, screaming into the cushion. Wet gush, thighs slick.
Mark pulled out, sprayed my back—hot ropes, sticky. Jake lasted longer, fucking my ass raw, then exploded inside—warm flood pulsing. We collapsed, panting, bodies tangled, skin sticky with cum and sweat. Mark kissed my neck. « Our little family now. » Jake chuckled, tracing my nipple. « Best night ever. »
This morning? Coffee tastes sweeter. Can’t wait for more. What have I started?