I met Ivan after he separated from his first wife, Kelly, he was almost 50 and I 25. Ivan had taken on a more uninhibited side of his intimate life, this was what made us closer, we both wanted to try new sensations, new experimentations. Until then Ivan was nothing more than a well-behaved family man, but apparently routine and age led him to live a new life. That's when I showed up.
He was the father of a boy a little younger than me, Jack, taller, stronger and yes, certainly better looking than Ivan. It caught my attention, but the son was very reserved, the opposite of his father's behavior and obviously I didn't want to get into trouble with my husband.
Even because what was not lacking in our relationship was strong emotions, between us and also with other partners of a good fuck. We lived the craziest sexual experiences, we even created a special room for our BDSM practices and other perversions.
Besides, it was fact that Jack didn't like me; he thought I was the reason for his parents' separation. This was not true, I met Ivan some time after the separation. And besides, our very active sex life made the boy even more annoyed, I didn't know if it was just jealousy or if Jack deep down was curious about our more liberal ways. Several times I saw his gaze on me, or on father. A mixture of anger and disgust, at least I understood it that way.
Anyway, my relationship with my stepson was not the best, we hardly spoke to each other. Jack looked at me like that with a face of few friends, but as time went by I noticed other looks... new ways of looking at me. Even though he spoke little to me and when he did it was only to despise me, but it became clear that part of it was also to defend the mother.
In short, there was in him a mixture of several different emotions, an internal struggle that left him both tormented and very attractive at the same time. I love to analyze people, possible lovers, and it's no wonder I majored in psychoanalysis.
But I certainly didn't expect much from Jack, I thought at most it would be a mix of attraction and jealousy and it wouldn't go beyond that.
But one day it happened, a Saturday afternoon, as always Ivan was insatiable, there was no time or place, even more so at home. It started with some caresses and little by little it got hotter, as always he asked and I climbed on top of him, riding him as he liked best.
But that day, while Ivan was moaning, grabbing my breasts, twisting their nipples and I was riding him... I heard a noise. I looked through the crack in the open door and noticed a presence, a look...
A scared, embarrassed look... That was when I moaned the most, I thought it was one of the maids, I thought I was still at home... I thought of a threesome... late afternoon, nothing better than an unexpected mΓ©nage... That was when I realized that it was a man... it seemed... I didn't know... Ivan was more than moaning, he was yelling... he was screaming.
"Slut! Whore! Bitch!"
I increased the pace, spanking Ivan with my ass, swallowing the stalk deeply, digging my nails into him and scratching his chest... I imagined that doing this would attract whoever was looking at us from behind the door. Whoever it was, man or woman.
"Come Ivan, cum... fill me with milk... Aaaaaa.... AAAAaaaaaannnnnnhh!!!!"
He loves it when I talk like that, the guy can't hold on, he explodes. It didn't take long, he came and cum all over, wetting me all over, inside and on my thighs. I lay down all sweaty and drooling, a little frustrated, after all, if it had been one of the girls, things would have been more interesting. But the person simply left.
We ended up sleeping, I don't even know for how long. I woke up with the sun disappearing, took a shower, put on a robe. I chose the short red silk one and went downstairs, I went to the kitchen and when I entered the visiting room, there he was... Jack... sitting in his father's armchair. Staring at me, with that way of few friends, I entered...
"You, here? I thought I heard someone, was it you? Have you been here long?"
"Yes, it's been a long time."
Sat down in the armchair across from him, facing his gaze. He was uncomfortable.
"Saw?"
He didn't expect my frankness... you had to see his face. A mixture of disgust and shame.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"They had already told me that you were a... well, Mom said so."
"She say? Only that your mother doesn't know me and has no idea what I'm capable of. Answer: Did you like it? Did you cum?"
"What ab... absurd! I'll tell Ivan, will he know who you are?"
"Tell! Tell what, kid, that you saw us having sex, fucking? I know you stayed until the end, I saw you behind the door. I thought it might be one of the maids, but I was in doubt, it looked like a man with a hand job, was or wasn't? Wanking while watching me with your father."
"You bitch did his head, didn't you? It was you who made him separate from my mother, wasn't it?"
"Come on Jack, it wasn't like that. I only met Ivan afterwards, I swear. Jack, Jack... such innocence. You don't know anything."
I leaned back in the armchair and the short robe opened, my thigh appeared. I took the boy by surprise, he wasn't expecting it, I tested the kid... I didn't cover myself, I stared at his face, appreciating his discomfort and laughing... I put my hand on the other thigh, smoothed it, went up, covered it... I covered my little fluffy still on the red silk... I showed and squeezed, very shamelessly.
"Does it bother you... a woman, 'your father's' wife... doing that? My hard-on... got bigger when I saw it was you... you there, Jack."
He swallowed, crossed his legs trying to hide his discomfort and his grown cock. I said what came to my mind, didn't even think.
"Let see, I'm curious."
"Stop being crazy, you pervert."
"Stick out the cock... take out and show me, is there a problem? It's for your own good... show."
"I'm leaving! You naughty girl... mom will know, see! And then dad."
"Know what? That you're in... in love with me?"
"Crazy, you're crazy! Liar!"
"Then why did you spy until the end? I bet you cum, didn't you?"
He turned red, increasingly uncomfortable, without looking, trembling, making faces of crying, of fright... as someone caught committing a crime.
"Let me help you Jack, I know these things, I know how they are. I'm a psychologist, I specialized in sexology..."
"Vivian, stop! That's enough!"
I got up, sat down on the little table between us. Eye to eye, I stretched out my arm and held and caressed the boy's hand on your knee. He shook scared... I opened a friend smile, lover.
"Talk! You can talk, I swear it's just between us."
"Why do you want to know? Why .... Fuck! I did it, I did it."
"That's nice! No need to be ashamed, everyone would do it... Who wouldn't? Now, take it off, show me. Let me see, I'm curious."
"Vi, Vivian... and dad?"
"Your father... now only tomorrow, don't worry. It's like it's just us here."
He moved, changed position, tried to hide his gaze. The erection became more solid, visible, there was no way to hide it. Even with his eyes lowered he unbuttoned and opened his pants.
I savored the moment, the power, the sight of him pulling out his cock, freeing the stalk, the phallus, bent like a hose, until a thick, white, purple-headed pole emerged. I enjoyed it, more beautiful than his father's.