Story 1: Dripping for my mother’s husband

~Lila~ His c**k was balls deep in my throat when his phone buzzed, and my mom’s picture popped up on the screen. The red lights of the club intended to blur the photo, but I’d recognize my mom anywhere, anytime. My eyes widened in shock, and his c**k slipped off my lips with a wet pop. He grabbed the phone and declined the call, then gripped my hair and slammed his rod back in, choking me. “You don’t get to stop now, Kitten.” And just like that, I gave my soon-to-be step daddy a blowjob. My mom was getting married the next day, but I had absolutely no idea it’d be to the stranger I’d met in the private VIP red room. And the worst part? He’d known who I was all along. From the moment I’d approached him, to the moment I’d dragged him to a dark corner, worked his belt open and took him all in. The wedding happened the next day. I sat in the front row, my virgin cunt clenching around nothing as I watched him say the f*****g vows. I wanted him, and that was the problem. He was married to my mother now, we were technically family, and he was, perhaps, off-limits. But I wasn’t gonna accept that. The after party was loud. Too loud it made me upset. I was supposed to be happy for momma. But each time I think about his c**k buried inside her cunt instead of mine, I get pissed. He was older. Forty-nine, and I was twenty-two. But screw the age gap, I wanted his d**k ruining my p***y just as it’d ruined my throat. “Lila… you look upset. Everything okay, sweetie?” My mom asked, walking toward me with him, her hand locked firmly around his. Damien f*****g Voss. Those stormy-gray eyes got pinned on me the moment they got closer, and I could see the smirk that curled up his lips. “Yeah. Everything’s… cool. It’s just… too loud in here,” I said, giving her an artificial smile, before taking my gaze to Damien. “You look good, Damien. Happy you finally married?” “Of course, Lila… I love your mother more than anything in the world,” he replied in that deep baritone that sent a wave of heat straight up my cunt. My mother giggled, and Damien turned her around and kissed her, right in front of me. His hands squeezed her ass softly before spanking her. Now that’s hot. I cleared my throat and tore my gaze away. “I’ll… uhm… I’ll be out back, I need some air.” I smiled at them and walked away. The space out back was cool because Damien’s mansion was massive. My mother had us move early this morning before going to the church. I had a boyfriend, actually. But I’d never let him f**k me. It’d always been tongue-f***s, kisses and edging, but no penetration. And just last month, I’d broken up with him because he wanted the real thing, and I had absolutely no intention of letting him f**k me. Why? Because I felt his d**k wasn’t big enough. I wanted something massive. And now that I’d finally found someone who I’d wanted buried deep inside me, he’d turned out to be my momma’s new husband. Great. Just freaking great! I sighed, walked back into the house, and straight to my room, slammed the door shut and clicked the lock. Then I stripped and entered the bathroom to shower. The cold water did absolutely nothing to ease the heat pooling in between my thighs. I was way past wet. I was dripping, and I needed to ease this urge before I go crazy. “Fuckk,” I moaned as I dragged two fingers up and down my c**t in desperate strokes, slapping the flesh and stroking, then plunging it in. I was tight, too tight even my fingers couldn’t go too deep, and I hated it because I wanted more. But for now, I just needed to make myself c*m. I pumped my fingers in and out, the shower muffling my high-pitched moans, otherwise, the entire house filled with guests would have heard it because I was really loud. I kept it on, my free hand gripping my breast and pinching my n****e. I bent forward and lifted my breast up with my free hand, taking my n****e into my mouth and sucking desperately while my fingers worked my cunt relentlessly and I felt the urge building up. My tongue circled my n****e, my teeth bit the flesh and I moaned around it as my orgasm crashed down in waves. “Oh, Damiennn! Fuckk!” I cried out, my chest heaving with the aftershock of my own release. I slid down the wall of the bathroom, my body trembling as I let the water hit every inch of my body.