“Hello, David,” I say, and I can feel my smile spreading across my face. Even if I didn't want it to be there, it is.

Just like the wetness in my panties when I see his smile.

“Thank you for coming…I’ve just been stressed with work,” I tell him. That’s the truth. I called, and he came. That would wet my eyes with tears of joy if I wasn’t already thinking about the wetness in my panties.

He gives me a knowing smile and I wonder about it for a moment, but I’m distracted when I see what he’s focusing on.

I follow his eyes as they travel over me. David likes what he sees. I’m his stepmother. Or I was. And when he looks at me, well, he’s not thinking of me as his mother figure the way the rest of the world thinks he should. But me? I’m very happy to be the impetus for that fine slab of cock stabbing at his trousers in way that looks almost painful. Really, I’m already licking my lips when I think about freeing the beast.

“Christina, fuck, you need to be mine. You need to let me take care of you,” David growls low in his throat. His lips close over mine before I have time to think or do anything but kiss him back. I could've resisted a moment later, had I wanted to. But the instant my senses understood his touch I'm overcome by my own lust. Our lips press together fervently. This is not a gentle kiss. It is not a request for sex, not a request for love. It's a demand for me to be all his.

I have no issue with that. Whatever I have to give, I want him to take. David kisses with such power that I know my lips will be bruised, stinging long after his lips find purchase elsewhere on my body. I taste his breath, expensive wine and the rich flavor of a sensual man. There’s no boyish booze, no tawdry cheap tastes to be had. His mouth is smooth as the silk that peeks from his suit pocket squares. David’s scent fills my nose, the masculine scent of power and something primal, like a fire at night and the woods at dusk. His lips dance over mine; his tongue caressing me with a delicate yet possessive nature that sends shivers through my body. His hands close over and pull me up to him; David is much taller than me and lifts me off the ground so that he can kiss me deeper.

Finally, leaving me gasping but not releasing me so that my feet are flat on the ground — I’m like a ballerina locked in a form — David breaks the kiss. “I need my cock buried in your sweet pussy, now,” he says in a voice like a wave crashing over my body.

Heated salt sprays my skin and brings the scratching tickle of lust like the sea’s embrace riding through me. I want that very much. The very idea of riding his cock again, being fucked by him again, makes me ache for him. The pressure in my belly is an extension of the throb in my pussy. My clit twitches. I have to take a moment to breathe in for a just a second, and I don’t know if I should tear off my clothes, or his, first.

David throws me over his shoulder and walks through my doorway. Shutting the door and slamming me into that closed door, his hands answer my dilemma. David tears my clothing off in a few seconds, everything falling to the ground in shreds. My skin is covering in raised goosebumps reacting to the air shocking my skin, and the way that he’s aroused me with this show of force.

Everything about it says…

I want you.

I’ll have you.

And I’ll take what I want now.

That’s music to my ears now. There’s nothing gentle about my stepson, no, he’s stern and insistent.

I watch him remove his own clothes and my mouth waters. The sight of his naked body does something almost beyond arouse me. It stirs a raw need in me, a hunger that requires deep satisfaction.

I look at him as I lean down, preparing for him. In a moment, he’s inside me I catch only a glance at his incredible cock before he drives into me with a thrust I fear might break me. His cock spears into me and sinks deep into my pussy, replacing all the empty places inside me with his enormous girth. David has a cock like I can’t believe. I think if I swallow, I may taste the head—that's how massive his cock is.

Pressing my bruised-with-kisses lips together, I moan at being filled up with David’s cock.

He draws a thumb to my clit, pressing his palm to my stomach, and the pressure drives me wild. David sure knows how to ring a doorbell, I think. I would laugh, on the inside, at this, but I’m too busy focusing on remembering to breathe with the intensity of sensation.

David fucks like a demon, damning me to wicked pleasure in every moment. My back burns with the slam against the door, but the pain is more than welcome. He fucks me in a needy way, in the hungry way his cock slams into me again and again. He couldn’t wait to get me anywhere else. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of me. His hands touch my body; his mouth wanders hungrily over my skin. But the first thing David does? He kisses me, then he fucks me, and then he kisses me more. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. My body shudders in ecstasy around him. My body is hopelessly pinned beneath his desires. Sonic waves of sound and pleasure reverberate through my body as David pounds his cock into my pussy again and again. I taste his need, and moans build low in my throat to forecast my own need.

“David!” I cry out as the speed of his cock slamming into me, and his thumb working over my clit, threaten to seize me. I don’t know if I’m begging to come, announcing that I will, or begging him to force me to hold out again. I don’t know if I want him to come inside, on me, or what. I just know that his name is the only thing on my mind now. I want to shout his name but I only manage the small sound because I’m overthrown with sensation. My body is an extension of every place where he touches me.

“Goddamn,” David says with a laugh. He pulls his hand from my clit. Lifting me up from the door, I wrap my legs around him to make sure his cock doesn’t leave me. He carries me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed. “I feel like a damn teenager,” David says, laughing again. “I need to fuck you more than I need air in my lungs. I want to sink my cock in your pussy and fuck you till the sun comes up and then start all over again.” David tucks some of my hair behind my ear, his bicep flexed in front of me for this simple move.

I’m drinking in the sight of him like I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve never seen such an Adonis before like the body of David. He’s so good looking it looks like he was carved from marble.

His eyes meet mine, and though he’s still fucking me so hard that the slamming wet sound of his cock entering me is piercing the very air, there’s something tender in how he regards me in that gaze. “Do you know how good you look piped full of my cock and moaning, your eyes rolling back, your body swaying and sweating?”

Even if I could answer him, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m putting all my energy into using the leverage I have from my feet locked together behind David’s back and I’m lifting my ass up to meet every stroke of David’s cock into my pussy. I am meeting every surge into me with an eager clenching of my inner walls around him and my body coming to take his. I sheath him in me and squeeze him with my inner muscles so strongly I feel the burn within me. I feel the sweat all over my body.

I feel his fingers capturing the sweat between my breasts. He brings those fingers to his mouth, sensually sucking them with that impossibly gorgeous mouth. I want to sink my teeth into his lip. I want to flip David over and ride him until he's coming. My own orgasm threatens to return and, still, I don’t let myself ride the wave. I want to live forever on the precipice of that incredible pleasure that he offers.

It isn’t as if I come, the fun ends; the way David is fucking me now is just the beginning. But the torturous feeling of being on the edge of an orgasm but not giving into it only heightens the ecstasy that surges through me every time he pumps into my pussy.

His enormous cock thrusts into me, his balls slamming against my ass and his hips hammering him home, and David pulls out and back to fuck deeper into me each time with long, swift strokes. His cock is covered in the cream of my pussy keeping him slick to the point that my pussy is actually slippery. David cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks and fingers digging in to claim me, and holds me up to keep burying himself inside of me.

Every tantalizing second his cock is out of me I feel my wetness blooming around the bedspread and running down my thighs and my ass. I see his hands, holding me, are covered in my arousal, slick and shiny as my pussy is. I watch that huge cock enter my pussy again and again, the skin pinky red and my whole body flushed as he pumps that massive cock into me.

My inner walls squeeze around him, strangling his cock as he’s thrusting into me. David fucking me feels like the most perfect thing in the world. I never want him to stop fucking me.

I fist the bed spread, my fingers desperate to hold something and keep purchase while the threatening tide of an orgasm comes to sweep me in. My breathing is labored, punctuated by his every thrust, and my clit is twitching an omen of my unavoidable orgasm. “David, I’m coming,” I moan out to him, words low in my throat. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut with the raw power of the sensation running through my body.

David’s hand closes over my throat, the other hand working my clit and serving to pin my body down. At his touch, my back arches as much as I can manage and my eyelids tear open to look at him while he chokes me just enough for my already hazy mind to go dizzy. I bite my lip and moan, screams catching within me and getting lost in the sounds. David keeps his cock slammed inside me, buried deep and taking every shake and squeeze my pussy walls offer. His eyes are like those of a dangerous predator, and I can’t look away from his gaze if I wanted to. His eyes pin me as much as his hands or his cock.

“Good girl,” he purrs to me. His voice wraps me in a warm velvet satisfaction. “You take my cock so well, Christina,” he says, and he slides slowly out of me, not all the way yet, and I’m whimpering. The hand on my throat trails down to grab one of my breasts. “I could watch my cock fuck into that perfect pussy all damn day,” David says in a low growling voice that brings shivers all over my body. He squeezes my breast hard and I squeal. “I’m covered in that sweet cum of yours. There’s so much of it, I’d hate to put it to waste.”

I lick my lips. I would love for David to shove that enormous cock down my throat and let me drink his cum and taste mine with his again. Salty, sweet, tangy deliciousness. I run my tongue over my lips again, a small moan escaping my lips now even as I’m shuddering through tiny little aftershocks. My pussy is fluttering to feel his cock inside me again, but my mouth is greedy and wants him, too.

What can I say? I love getting fucked by my stepson. I crave his cock inside me like nothing else. I've never wanted to fuck someone so much before. I have to admit that knowing how naughty and wrong it is, well, that makes it even hotter. Add in the fact that the man fucks like my life depends on it, and his enormous cock matches that body that was built for sin. Fuck, how could I ever catch my breath around him? I want to fuck him night and day. I want to live with his cock in one of my holes at all times.

“Keep looking at me with those sweet eyes, Christina, while I use all this cum to fuck your sweet ass. I want to see the look on your face when I shove my cock so deep up your ass you can’t breathe,” David says, his voice thick with arousal. His eyes look into mine and I feel him drinking me up as he could drain the life right out of me and pump it back in with the cum he’s going to unload in me. His bulging cock slides out of my pussy and runs down the folds of my pussy lips, slowly and teasingly. I'm breathing shallow little breaths, excitement taking over me.

When his cock head is in new territory, I breathe deeper, trying to prepare myself for what it'll feel like to have that impossibly large cock sink into my ass. My eyes wander to his hand that left my breast and that hand is now fisting down his cock, sliding so much of my cum down to the head where he’s about to pierce my ass.

“Eyes on me, Christina,” David commands me.

I comply, my eyes watching his and that’s when I feel his cock head slide into my ass. Already, I feel so full. Pressing out against him, I take him in. My eyes threaten to roll back in their orbits. My pussy weeps with arousal. My eyes stay looking into David’s own, drinking in the sight of him so turned on to watch my reaction to him claiming my ass. I feel his cock slide deeper into me. I’m so full now, fuller than I could've imagined, and I cry out.

But I never. Stop. Looking.

His eyes watching me are so erotic that I think I might come again.

David brings a hand up to cup my face, his thumb grazing over my lips. Craving him as I do, I glide my tongue out over that thumb and when he presses it into my mouth I suck it hard as I would his cock. I see fire glint in his eyes and that’s when his hips thrust forward and he feeds that enormous cock to my ass, impaling me deep as he can with that 12-inch cock that splits me in half. I gasp, a huge gulp of air displaying my shock that the enormous cock is actually up in my ass to the hilt. He doesn’t move for just a moment, and my body is adjusting and taking him in. I stretch and take him with a delicious agony of which I've never known. I want to squirm, I want to run; I want press back down against him and feel how deep he is now that he’s buried himself inside me. My veins are filled with fireworks, an untamed lust unbridled within me.

Still, it's the passionate look in his eyes that is the most sensual part of this. I taste his skin in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his thumb. I feel David claim me with that huge cock up my ass. I breathe as much as I can allow my body to, and it sends surges of sensation shooting through me like fire against ice.

Something fiery glints through David's eyes, and his hips begin to buck. My respite, my chance to get used to his cock is over. Now, he's slamming into my ass with the same fury that he showed my pussy...but this is so much more. My stepson is fucking my ass, hard, relentlessly. I can't breathe, I can't see, and I'm just an extension of my sex now. My whole body belongs to the sensations that he creates within me.

My eyelids flutter closed despite wanting to stay open. Rainbows and star shine capture my vision and replace the reality with the something beyond that overtakes me when David fucks my ass. His cock slides out a few inches, but never too far, and he slides back in, slamming hard, and keeps up a maddening pace of deepening his cock inside me and never quite leaving. I can't believe the sensations that flow through my body. I'm like a watercolor ocean, painted in endless swirls of the depths of the ocean. I've never felt like this before. An orgasm building within me now is not the same set of fireworks that lit within me before.

My stepson knocks on my door, kisses the lights out of me, makes me come...and now, he ass fucks me and a slow burn builds within me that tells me that I know nothing about how this is going to end. I don't know what will happen between us. I almost don't understand what's happening to my body now. That's how intense the sensation building within me is now.

My hands tear at the bedspread and I open my eyes now because I want to see more than just David's gorgeous face. I want to see that huge cock sliding into my ass. I'm not even quite sure how to reconcile the sight when I take it in. The monster cock fucking my ass seems to be impossibly large. I see how wet my pussy is, my arousal weeping down and adding more lubrication and it slides into me, never quite exiting each time, fucking me with a fervent pace. I look up at David and see a wicked grin spreading over his gorgeous face.

David is the kind of good-looking guy that you think only exists in magazines. You think no one can be that beautiful. His jawline, his eyes, his mouth...everything about his face is perfectly drawn and makes my whole body shake.

"Kiss me, David," I whimper. I need his mouth on mine now. Looking at him gives me even stronger urges than I ever knew I could have. The building orgasm threatens to overtake me, but I'm teetering just beyond the edge of possibility. I need to be able to ride that wave. More than that, I want to breathe in his breathe, taste his tongue on mine. Feel his perfect mouth claim my lips and make me all his. My urges for him are something more than lust. They're primal. I ache for him in ways that I can't comprehend.

"Christina," David moans. It's an erotic sound that I don't know if he meant to make. He's as needy as I am right now, and I'm so caught up in the moment that it takes me a second to realize that as his lips close lightly over mine...

He's pulled his cock completely out of my ass. The emptiness makes me cry out.

But David closes his mouth completely over mine, utterly claiming me with his tongue sneaking past the seam of my lips, and his cock slams back into me. The vacuum seal his cock gets inside my ass is incredible. Tight a fit as he is inside my pussy, his cock in my ass is something that defies all laws of physics, all least as far as sensations are concerned.

His kiss is deep and as claiming as his cock fucking my ass. David dances his tongue with mine, fucks his cock in massive thrusts into my ass. I'm rolling my hips now, as his hands pull my face to his. I'm free just enough to ride that huge cock as much as I can manage. While it isn't much, I do manage to roll my hips enough to taste his moans. I clench around him and claim every inch of David's cock. In my mind, I'm repeating 'thank you, David' again and again in my head as I say those words because I'm aching to say them to him. I want to fuck him as much as he fucks me. David's cock feels like it was made for every hole of my body and I want him to know. David fucks me in a wild way, and I return that fucking as much as I can because I need him to know. I recognize the worshiping way that his cock claims me. I worship his body all the same. I slam my hips forward to him and as he fucks into me I slam my body to his.

Our kiss is desperate as our tempo increases. I start to get reckless with my tongue, kissing him like I'm gasping for breath. That's how close my orgasm is, that teetering edge having knocked me over the wall that held me back. I expect my back to fall against the bedspread when I stop clinging fast to it, but I need to wrap my arms around him. Instead, as my hands hold tight to David's back, I feel the air on my skin and my breasts press into his chest. He pulls me to him until we're sitting up.

My pussy mashes against the hard abdomen of his incredible muscles, making me shiver around him. I fight for strength in my legs, and find they have a reserve of energy to wrap around him. My ankles drive into his back and I find the strength to bounce myself up and down, his massive cock driving into my ass as hard as it can. I slam down on his cock, making my ass take every inch of him. It's like I'm trying to break myself. Because I am. I'm going to break my body and watch it fall apart and be rebuilt into whatever it takes to fuck David like this forever. It may be taboo, wrong, and downright filthy to fuck my stepson like this. Sure as that is true, I know that I need to keep fucking him. I'll never come down from this high I'm feeling now.

Breaking our kiss suddenly, I gasp, "David, I feel you. Come with me," I moan out, already coming back to him to keep kissing him.

"Yes, Christina, yes," he groans low in his throat. He presses my head down to him and I kiss his neck. His lips close over my neck, but his teeth claim me now. I feel his cock turn from steel to titanium, a volcanic eruption of cum surging into my ass. I shake so much around him that my ankles almost fall apart from how I've interlocked them. My hands squeeze into him, and my kiss turns to a scream against his neck. I feel sweat cascading down my whole body. Tremors of a massive orgasm take me to nirvana, capturing me in time and it feels like the crescendo of my pleasure, trapped against his orgasm thundering through me, shall never end. I'm completely overtaken by the orgasm; my pleasure is higher than any religious experience or mind-altering substance could ever give me. Lights shine in my soul and behind my eyes. I feel like I'm floating through the thick velvet of the blackest night sky, and I'm wrapped in the mysteries of the universe. His body enraptures mine, and it isn't until I see his eyes looking into mine that I realize that he's laid me back down. David is looking at me with a look on his face that I can't begin to understand. I try to regain control of my breathing and I feel my heart thundering in my chest.

David fucks me a like a demon and makes me feel like I'm off to heaven. I know it's a sin to fuck my stepson...and I'll pave the road to that hell with the orgasm that shakes through our body. There has to be an elevator down for how filthy we descend together.

"You can always call me, Christina. For...anything," David says. The seriousness brings us both plummeting back to reality. I see the weight enter his eyes.

"Why don't we shower, eat something, regain our energy for round two," I say, maybe a little too quickly.

David raises an eyebrow so slightly. Yeah, he must not realize that I'm not letting a perfect cock like that go to waste. Not in this perfect little bubble where he and I are the only things that exist, and coming is all that matters. The truth is that if you told me I was still entrenched in my orgasm, I would believe you. That's how my body feels light, drained even, but still the pleasure within me endures.

"A shower sounds good. Another round sounds even better," David says and he tucks a strand of my surely disheveled hair behind my ear. Those small little touches at random moments make a girl's heart flutter.

If he keeps fucking me like this and does those sweet little things, I may have to permanently lock my ankles together behind his back to keep this cock inside me, always. I really only want to clean it off, and myself so we can start over with fresh friction.

"I wanna get you all clean and then suck your cock, David," I say. "Does that sound good?" I say in my best come hither voice. I would've felt silly doing it, but it felt just plain delicious.

Which was confirmed with the way he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. Yeah, he likes the idea too.

"I want you in all my holes, David," I say. He is the kind of man that can fuck me into oblivion and tuck my hair behind my ear and make me feel like the only girl in the world. His precious girl. I can't help it. I need the way he makes me feel, if I'm being honest.

We head to the shower and I realize how wobbly my legs are when I actually need to hold the hand he offers on the way. I steady myself. "I hope you haven't permanently made me bow legged, David," I say. "You won't always be there to escort me to the shower."

We don't say anything, after that, for a while.

The hot water washes away all the sweat and cum on our bodies, but rising with the steam of the shower is our fears and worries. Reality, insidious and all around us as the water vapor makes the bathroom humid, it threatens to erase everything. But I won't forget how he made me feel. How he feels inside me.

David finishes washing my hair and pulls it all together in a makeshift ponytail. Handle, if you will. "You want me in all your holes," David says with a throaty chuckle. "That's music to my ears, Christina. My cock prefers your holes to anything else. Fucking you feels like coming home," he laughs. "How fucked is that? I know we shouldn't, but yet here I am, ready to see you drop to your knees when we're done and get all dirty again. You’re fucking perfect for me" His voice is so gruff and sensual; all I can focus on is that he wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck him. I am subconsciously licking my lips at just the thought of tasting him. David releases my hair now and we finish washing up, but his sensual voice vibrates all through my body. I feel the quickening in my stomach, the ache throughout my body. My throat feels empty now, jealous of the rest of my holes getting claimed by him. I remember the way it felt to taste his cock, his cum, mixed with my pussy. I run my fingers through my slit and rub the moisture I find there that isn't from washing, but fresh arousal at his presence, at his words. I slick my moisture over the glistening pre-cum on his massive cock. "I want to taste us," I tell him, so aroused that I can barely manage the words. My lips are trembling.

The way that he's looking at me right now, I feel like we're both in a trance. I wrap my hands around his cock. David shuts off the water and we're both still dripping wet, but that's all the invitation I need to draw his cock into my mouth and start sucking him. I lick the whole length of his cock and then I suck him in deep. It isn't long before we're both shuddering. When his cock jets hot cum down my throat, my pussy is shivering with my own orgasm. I don't even have to touch myself. Sucking his cock makes me come because that's how much I really do crave my David in all of my holes.

I feel his cock quicken. I cup his balls in my hands, and they are loaded up. He's ready to burst, and I'm ready to swallow him.

David cups my chin, groaning low in his throat, “I’m coming. Drink me up, Christina.” The way he moans my name makes me shiver. I slide David’s cock even deeper down my throat and swallow every hot drop of his cum I can before I pull out that massive cock, stroking the shaft. I rub the sticky final rope of cum over my lips, and draw my fingers to my own creamy pussy lips. I run that against my lips, tasting us both together.

I stand in the shower, and David steadies me as I rise. His lips close over mine, and a thrill shoots through me with the realization that we're tasting each other like this.

I love being so naughty with my stepson. I know I shouldn’t, but at this point, I think I crave him more than I crave the air I breathe. I feel so satisfied and free with him…I honestly can’t imagine life without him. And when I called, him came. He didn’t ask why I was in Vegas. He didn’t ask me why I was upset. Not when he saw that what I really needed was him.

Pretty sure that’s love, on both our ends—him for coming, and me for wanting him to come. And I’m starting to become more and more okay with that because I can’t imagine see my life being worth anything without him.