Reginald, the man I married, is fine. He’s taking good care of me, respects me, has his life on point, and he’s decent in bed. There’s just one thing he can’t do in the bedroom. He can’t dominate me. To be honest, I’m a bit of a bratty slut myself. And because of my good looks and big breasts, men tend to be intimidated by my naked presence. So, my lack of training and discipline is not entirely his fault. But I could have used someone to manhandle me a bit. He’s way too much of a gentleman. When he wants to fuck me in the ass, he always asks permission first and takes forever to stick it straight into my ass. He loves licking my ass and fingering me. And when I say no, he always replies, “It’s ok, dear.” Sometimes, all I need is to be pinned down and sodomized. But I don’t like it to be a roleplay. Letting myself dominate is a turn-off. The real deal is always preferred.
But things changed when summer came and my husband’s son, Victor, returned from college. I never got to meet him before. He studies in Germany, and he was backpacking through Europe last summer when his dad and I met. He knew that he would have a new mommy, but I guess he never imagined his old man could pull off something like myself. And it was clear that he was into busty women just as much as his dad. Not only that I notice, but his dad brought up the way he was staring at my tits during dinner. He asked me if I was bothered by it and if I wanted him to discuss it with his son, man to man. I was not bothered by it. I always loved the attention over my cleavage. However, I could use drama and tension around the house, so I encouraged it. Reginald said he’ll talk to his son about it the first thing they have the chance.
The next day, his son came downstairs to hang out with us in the living room. And again, he was kind of staring. Truth be told, I was wearing a plain white t-shirt with no bra. His dad noticed again and I could feel him getting annoyed by it. So I excused myself and told them I needed a shower. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, but instead of getting in, I just sat by the door, eavesdropping. I could hear them argue. The young man started raising his voice at his dad. And that turned me on. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I just heard what Victor said at the end.
“She’s got huge tits, Ok? And I know you try so hard to make it happen, but she’s not my mom! And I’m a man now, and that’s what men do!”
That turned me on a bit more than it should have. His dad was trying to shush him so that I wouldn’t hear. But I craved more tension. So I got out of the bathroom and sat between them as if nothing had happened. That’s when my husband’s phone rang. It was his job, and he had to leave urgently.
“I know you weren’t in the shower. And I know you had him talk to me. My dad would never open up such discussion without permission from his bitch.”
Finally, someone with balls in the family. His deep voice had anger in it. I could feel that he was starting to despise me, even though his eyes were still glancing at my tits. I wanted to hear him talk some more. And for that, I decided to remain silent and not show any reaction. I was looking at him, through him, next to him, as if he didn’t just call me a bitch. My lack of response made him even angrier. He started breathing heavier.
“Just because you married my dad doesn’t mean I’ll bow down to you. I’m nothing like him, and no bitch can control me.”
What turned me on the most wasn’t the fact that he was almost losing it, and it was how he was losing control of his eyes the angrier he got. At some point, he wasn’t even looking at my face anymore. He was staring straight at my tits when he shouted:
“SAY SOMETHING!!!”
“Touch them!” I said while giving him a smirk. And I guess I underestimated his boldness. Although hot, I saw his act as nothing more than a tantrum from a young man who got called out for staring at tits. But I guess he was asserting dominance the whole time. Without even blinking, his hand was on my chest. And he wasn’t just touching. His palm started squeezing. That’s when his eyes finally locked on mine after a long while. He was biting his lips and squeezing me with crazy lust. It started to hurt, and that’s when I dropped my badass attitude. This kiddo wasn’t playing around. He knew was hurting me, and that’s what he intended. We were frozen in that position when I noticed that his cock was getting hard. And he was packing more than his dad.
“Touch it!” he said. It was his turn to smirk.
“I said touch it!” he said again, taking his hand off my tit and grabbing my neck. My pussy was a swamp at that point. I’ve had younger men dominating me before, but never so aggressive. The fact that he was my stepson made everything even hotter.
I followed his order without putting on an attitude. He stood up in front of the couch on which I was sitting, grabbed my t-shirt, and pulled it off me with just one move making my tits drop hard, then whipped out his cock and prone it between my tits.
“Get it soaking wet!” it was all he needed to say to have me worship his young veiny dick in such a messy way that my tits were covered in spit. I was gagging on his dick by myself. He didn’t even have to fuck my face. I grabbed his ass with my hands and pushed him down my throat. Then I grabbed my boobs and wrapped his fat cock with them. He wasn’t interested in fucking my tits, but I think it was just because he wanted me to do all the work. That’s what young men think they should do when they want to assert dominance. It was kind of cute how serious he was trying to act.
“Don’t you want to use me, son?”
As soon as I said that, he slapped me across the face.
“Don’t you ever call me that again!”
“Ok… son!”
I got slapped again, but I saw it coming and smiled this time.
“Mommy likes it!”
The third slap came even harder. I could feel my face swelling up and his hand grabbing my hair. He manhandled me like we were in a porn movie. I guess that’s the kind of porn he watches. He pulled me up by the hair, stared into my eyes, and ordered me to turn around and bend over. After I followed his orders, he grabbed my butt cheeks, spread them open, spat between them, and then he just pushed his fat meat in my asshole. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I started screaming in pain. I think neighbors could hear us from across the street. He kept pushing and I was trying so hard not to clench. But my body wasn’t listening. Taking him all inside my ass to the balls felt like it was forever. And I was screaming the whole time. After he was all in, he pulled it out in one move, which hurt more than it did going in, but only for a second. The relief I felt after was pure bliss. No man ever did that to me before.
“Do that again, son!”
“Don’t you call me son, whore!”
He grabbed my ass, pushed his dick inside me, and started fucking me like I was why his parents got divorced. I was literally crying, but I kept calling him my son and asking him to fuck me harder. All that mommy talk got to him because he emptied his balls inside my ass in less than 5 minutes. But those were some intense five minutes in which my ass got what it needed.
He left home right after and only came back the next day when we pretended that nothing had happened. His dad wasn’t suspecting anything. In fact, he was so happy when Victor went to his bedroom, he said.
“Good night, dad… mom!”
My husband thought me and his son were starting to get along. And the truth is that we did. That was just the first time. Now I can’t wait for him to visit us from college.