Dripping for my mother’s husband 4

~Lila~ The house was empty when I returned from school, and I could literally hear the sounds of my own footsteps echoing against the floorboards real loud. My mom had probably left, seeing that the house was this quiet, and Damien must still be at his company. That gives me enough time to prepare. I entered my room and showered, washed my hair and shaved — even though I’d shaved the previous day. I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the wallclock: 7:25 PM. Few minutes more, and Damien would be back. I sat at the vanity and straightened my hair, then rolled it into bouncy curls — you know, the kind that’d bounce when Damien’s c**k drives in and out of me? Yeah… that one. Then I walked into my closet naked, searching for something to wear… something seductive and easy to remove. I spotted a coat, one I’d never worn ever since I’d bought it. I reached for the coat, and just when I was about putting it on, the gates groaned. I rushed to my window, my breasts bouncing with every hurried step I took, and peeked through. Damien’s car rolled in, all tinted so I couldn’t see him. Then he stepped out, looking all handsome and godlike. Had no idea older men could be much more hotter than younger boys, until I met Damien. He walked toward the front doors and stepped into the mansion. I waited for a while, then the sound of his bedroom door opening and slamming shut came. I quickly pulled the coat and wrapped it around myself, buttoning it just enough to hide my naked body, then I put on a matching heel, walked to the mirror and checked myself out. I looked like a seductress, and that was what I was. I walked to my door, threw it open, stepped into the hallway and cat walked to the room he shared with my mom. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Should I call that lucky or deliberate? Doesn’t matter anyway. I entered the room, and the shower was running, so I waited. I sat on the edge of the pristine white mattress and crossed my legs, tapping my fingers on my lap. After a few minutes, the glass doors of the bathroom slid open, and Damien stepped out, naked. My mouth fell open as my eyes raked through his body. He was way too perfectly built for a forty-nine year old man, with a massive c**k that seemed to twitch under my gaze. “Such a wonderful sight to behold, stepdaddy,” I said, sticking out my tongue and wetting my lower lip. “What are you doing here, Lila?” He asked, standing still but making no attempts to cover his naked body. I was right. The open door was deliberate. “The door was open… so I walked right in.” I said and stood up, my heels clicking softly as I made my way toward him and ran my fingers through his chest. “I’ve come so you can finish what you started in the kitchen.” Damien laughed. “You think you can take me, kitten?” “If my mouth could… then my cunt definitely can,” I shrugged, dragged my hand lower and gripped his rod. God, he was even bigger now than the night I had sucked him, and just touching him made me drip harder. I began stroking him slowly, using his precum as moisture and working him faster. He groaned and gripped my shoulders, stopping my strokes. “On your knees, kitten,” he commanded, his eyes darkening with need. A small smile touched my lips. “Yes, daddy.”