Dripping for my mother’s husband 3

~Lila~ I woke up aroused, my sheets soaked from my own c*m. There had been nothing inside me, no c**k, dildo or fingers, but my body had been so stimulated I couldn’t control it. “Goddd!” I screamed into my pillow. Damien is going to be the end of me, I know it, and I don’t bloody care, because I’m definitely gonna f**k him. I rushed into the bathroom and thrust my finger into my p***y, and I was still soaked through, just his mouth on me had such effect. What’s gonna happen when I finally taste the real thing? That’d be heaven. I quickly showered and got dressed for school. A crop top and baggy jeans, then a face cap and matching designer bag. When I came out of my room, shrill laughter met me first, then the sound of a palm meeting an ass. He spanked my mom again. I pulled my face cap lower and stepped into the grand living room. “Oh, you are awake sweetie!” my mom exclaimed the moment she saw me. “Sleep well?” “Yeah.” I responded and took my gaze to Damien who already had a mischievous smile on his face. “Morning, Lila.” He said casually. “Morning Damien.” I replied and quickly rushed to the door. “I’ll head out now… got a lot to do at school.” “You won’t even eat breakfast?!” My mom yelled behind me. “I’ll pass!” I yelled back. I reached into my bag, fumbling for my car keys with trembling fingers. My mind kept drifting back to the smile on Damien’s face. Then, I thought: what would my mom do if she found out that her newly married husband ate her daughter on her kitchen table? That’d be disastrous, and I intended to make the disaster really huge. I arrived at school after a two hour drive, and I was already late for the first lecture so I snuck in through the back door and successfully reached my usual seat. My bestie, Elara looked at me and mouthed: *were you f*****g, b***h? Why so late?* I rolled my eyes and focused on the lecture. Elara had always been so vulgar. She’s known as the class’s w***e. I must say she’d f****d almost all the guys in my department, including lecturers and deans, and that was insane. The lecture ended finally, and I let out a sharp, ragged breath only for Elara to throw herself on my desk and spread her legs wide. “What do you think of my new p***y hair shape? It’s triangular.” she said and darted her tongue out, wetting her lower lip. “Stop it, Lara, the whole class will see.” I whispered and slammed her legs together. “Aww… that hurts. But I’m dripping, damn it,” she laughed and gripped her breasts, jingling them. “God help you, gurl,” I shook my head and packed my books, my own cunt already soaking through again, making me curse under my breath. “You look different today, gurl,” Elara remarked, leaning in closer as if there was something on my face. “Waittt… did you finally get f****d?!” Her voice was so loud that some of the students snapped their heads toward our direction. I shook my head and shouted back. “Yes, by your dad! And guess what? He f****d me real good!” Gasps erupted from every single person in the corner. Every one knew Elara as the loud, shameless one. And me? I was the silent bullet, you’d never see me coming. “Come on girl, that’s gross,” she said and jumped off my desk. “Library or cafeteria?” “Anyone that could help clear my head.” I sighed, grabbed my bag and headed out with her. We went to the cafeteria first, got drinks and snacks then headed for the library. “Now, spill it, Lila.” Elara said the moment we sat down. “Spill what?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, come on! Spill it!” “Fine. Fine.” I raised both hands in surrender. “You remember the dude from the club, right? The one I deep-throated?” Elara’s eyes widened. “Yeah… that hot daddy? The one with silver-streaked hair?” “That’s the one. Guess what, Lara?” “Spill, b***h. You know I ain’t good at guessing.” She exclaimed. I let out a deep sigh. “He’s my mother’s husband. My new stepfather.” “What the actual f**k?!” She exclaimed, attracting stares from students around again. “Tone it down, Lara!” I snapped. “Ooops, sorry,” she laughed. “I’m just beyond shocked. So… you sucked your stepdaddy’s d**k!” “That’s actually the least, Lara.” I laughed. “What? Wait… don’t tell me—” “He ate me out last night,” I cut her off. “He’s so good, Lara. I want to f**k him.” “Girllllll,” Elara gasped. “You are indeed my bestie because whatttttt?!” “I know, right?” We both laughed, and then, the sound of my phone ringing cut off our laughter. I stared at my screen and it was my mom calling. I swiped and answered. “Hey mom.” “Hey sweetie. I hope I ain’t disturbing?” she asked. “Not at all… what’s up?” “I’ll be leaving for Paris in an hour for an emergency board meeting and we all need to be in Paris for it. Will you be okay with Damien?” I looked up at Elara, my mind spinning with dirty thoughts already. “Yes… of course. I mean, why not? Just be safe, okay?” “Alright baby… take care. And make sure you don’t skip meals, okay?” She said. “Sure, mom. Safe flights.” The call ended and I looked at Elara who had a mischievous smile on her face. “I think God is actually on my side, Lara.” She nodded in agreement. “He is… indeed.”