Chapter 5
Jacob
I meant to do the right thing and leave as soon as I closed Penelope into the bathroom, fighting my impulse to barge back inside, push her back against the white subway-tiled shower wall, and drop to my knees to eat her clean pussy. Make her scream my name and beg for more.
I meant to stuff myself onto her two-seater cream couch so she’d be the first thing I’d see when I opened my eyes in the morning—sober, sleepy-eyed, and ripe for the taking. But the chance to go through her dresser drawers and pocket one of her panties to jack off into later was too enticing to resist. I couldn’t make myself leave after I came across her bridal-white lingerie any more than I can leave her now.
I didn’t mean to spill one of my darkest secrets, but I’m hardly in control of myself. My actions. My attraction. My obsession. Seeing Penelope in her lingerie, having caught a glimpse of her hard nipples that I desperately want to know the color and size of, cozy and in bed like one of my fantasies, draws me closer to her bed.
I kick off my black dress shoes but leave my clothes on lest I’m tempted even more to do the wrong thing. She doesn’t balk when I pull back her quilt and slide in bed next to her. She’s on her back, breath turning choppy, and I nudge her side, encouraging her to roll over, facing away from me. I drape my arm over the dip in her waist, resting my palm over her racing heart after brushing her breast with my fingertips.
She audibly gulps. “What are you doing?”
Summoning my fantasy, I smile in the dark. “Shhh, take a deep breath and relax. We’re just going to cuddle.”
“You want to…cuddle? Not…”
“Mmhmm,” I hum and bend my knees behind hers. She smells delicious, like warm vanilla. The first thing I’ll do when I leave—whenever that is—is load up on the scent. Candles, lotion, a wax warmer of my own, and one of those hanging air fresheners for my car. Fill my life and lungs with her scent. It’ll drive me mad, but it’ll be worth it to feel like she’s always with me.
After nearly ten minutes of quietly humming in her ear, according to the small digital clock on her nightstand, her racing heart finally slows. With a contented sigh, she says, “This is lovely.”
“Shhh. Sleep now, Mama.”
She takes one stuttered breath before asking, “That’s why…It’s the stepson thing—the reason you call me ‘Mama’.”
“Mmhmm. Go to sleep.”
Surprisingly, she does after another seven minutes. But I don’t. I try to, but we’ve traded places. My heart beats faster instead of slower with anticipation. I count each of her slow exhales for another hour, making sure she’s sleeping deeply before angling my hips back and unzipping my pants. I can’t stop myself now that I finally have her like I’ve always wanted. Pulling my hard dick out, I spit in my palm, then stroke my shaft a few times so it’s nice and wet in case she isn’t.
I pinch the hem of her lingerie and pull it up over her rounded hip, moaning with longing when my fingertips make contact with her bare asscheek. So soft and plush enough to dig my fingers into if I were to get rough with her. Caressing her skin lazily, I let my fingertips drift between her cheeks and stumble over the thin strip of her thong.
Sometimes, Penelope is completely bare in my daydreams, hoping and waiting for me to join her in bed. In others, she’s fully clothed, and I have the pleasure of stripping her in her sleep. Each scenario is equally as sexy. But in real life? Dragging her thong to the side after following the fabric down to her pussy? It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
Parting her shaved, smooth pussy lips with my index and middle finger, I dip between them to feel how wet she is. She’s not drenched like she needs to be, but she’s not dry either, which will lessen the pain of taking my size. That and the slow and steady way I intend to stretch her walls an inch at a time.
I spit in my palm once more, then part her lips and line my cock up to her opening. With an excruciatingly slow thrust forward, I enter her. I can only fit the fat, swollen tip for now, and yet it’s more pleasurable than sinking half my cock inside the college coeds I was regrettably with back when I was trying to move on with my life without her.
“Oh, Mama,” I moan gutturally, immediately clamping my lips together. Holding my breath so I don’t wake her, I pump half an inch in and out so her pussy won’t tear, giving it time to adjust to take more of me.
It’s when I get lost in the pleasure of being inside her heat a few minutes later, sinking at least four or five inches into her with one thrust, that she comes awake with a gasp and jerk of her hips.
“What are you—you’re—Jacob!” She lifts her top leg and tries to roll forward onto her stomach, but I band my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest while I hold still so I don’t fuck the rest of my length into her with one savage thrust.
“Shh, go back to sleep, Mama,” I whisper, wanting to see how she’ll react to the term now that she’s awake with my cock inside her.
She whimpers. “I-I—this is…wrong.”
“We’re not doing anything wrong, Mama. It’s what we both want.”
“But you’re—”
“Making sure my Mama doesn’t have to sleep alone while Dad is out of town.” I hold my breath, waiting to see if she’ll scream at me and lunge out of bed to call the cops or if she’ll give into the fantasy. I release a long moan when she drops her leg and loosens the rigidity of her muscles. “There you go, Mama. You’re going to get such a good night’s sleep with your stepson beside you. You take such good care of me, it’s time I take care of you.”
Penelope doesn’t so much as twitch when I give her the words that have featured in every single bedtime fantasy I’ve had of her. Most of the time, it’s the only thing that keeps me going night after night spent without her in my arms in real life. But I don’t have to settle for just the thought of her any longer.
My cock spits pre-cum as I watch the clock, straining to remain still. After fifteen minutes, when her breathing evens out again, I wonder if she’s truly asleep or if she’s only pretending. Either way, I give her long, deep, torturously slow thrusts so I don’t jostle her until I’m fully seated inside the only woman I have ever wanted.
I’m exceptionally pleased and proud that not even a whimper of pain has crossed her lips as she takes my entire length and girth, which no one has been able to do ‘til now. It’s undeniable—Penelope’s pussy was made for me, and I deeply regret not saving my virginity for her. For not doing more to find her sooner.
Keeping the same steady pace, I make slow and sweet love to Penelope, my nuts tightening at the wet sound her incredible pussy makes when I bury myself time and time again. It’s so unbelievably erotic that I can’t hold back any longer. I drive into her, the front of my thighs clapping against the back of hers, and I curse myself for not undressing.
And still, Penelope doesn’t move! Doesn’t utter a single sound. There’s no way she can still be asleep if she did, in fact, find a way to do so with half my dick stretching the limits of her pussy. She doesn’t arch her back, lock her muscles, or roll her hips. She swallows every brutal inch beautifully, and I let more of my sick thoughts spill from between my lips.
“Oh fuck, Mama. Your pussy is juicing and taking all of your stepson’s cock. Who’s cock is fatter, longer, better? Mine or Dad’s? I bet it’s mine. He can’t even get hard at his age, yeah? Bet you can barely feel him and never cum, even when he pops his pills. Have you been dreaming of being with me like I’ve been dreaming of you all these years?”
Penelope
Keeping my mouth shut and my body lax is physically just about the most difficult thing I’ve ever tried to do when what I want is to roll Jacob over and ride him like a bull at the Rodeo. My musings about his dick possibly being proportionate to his size have been gloriously confirmed, and I’m almost frightened—and excited—by how much it’s going to destroy my pussy.
Not once have I ever thought about Sebastian in any way other than innocent, but the combination of this virile bear of a man referring to himself as my stepson and to me as his Mama has struck a match within me and opened my body to take his oversized cock with ease.
Feigning sleepiness in my speech, I play along with his fantasy but answer honestly, “Yours.”
Jacob falls out of rhythm. “My what?”
“Your cock is bigger and better than your dad’s.”
“Fuck yes, Mama,” he hisses, then grips my hip and drives into me, pulling out nearly all the way, then plunging back in, abusing my pussy in a way I’ve never experienced. Jacob is only the fourth man I’ve slept with, and he is by far the largest. This escapade would have been over in less than five minutes with the three I’d been with before him, leaving me deeply unsatisfied and resigned to finishing myself off if I wanted to cum. But Jacob drives my body to a new, mind-blowing level of pleasure.
Now that I no longer have to pretend to be asleep, I reach up and back to grip the nape of Jacob’s neck and arch my body, marginally adjusting the angle of his dick so that his next thrust hits just the right spot inside me, making me scream-sob my pleasure, ready to explode.
“Jacob, oh god! Just like that. I’m going to cum, baby.”
Jacob makes a keening sound like he’s been waiting to hear me say those words his whole life. He rolls me onto my stomach and flattens me under his heavy body, still thrusting into me wildly with my legs pressed together between his. He sweeps my loose hair to one side and presses his face into my neck.
“You have to be quiet, Mama, or Sonya will wake up,” he pleads, desperate for me to keep my voice down. “If she hears us, she’ll tell Dad, and he’ll kick me out.”
I gasp and turn my face into my pillow to muffle my moans. His dirty fantasy is so hot and wrong that my core convulses, squeezing his cock.
“That’s it. That’s perfect. I wish I could hear you scream for me, but I don’t want to get caught.” There’s a long pause when all we hear is the sound of Jacob breathing hard and his pelvis slapping against my ass. Then he switches it up, slowing his thrusts and whispering softly, “I know how much you want a baby.”
I nod into my pillow. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“But Dad won’t give you one.”
I shake my head, tears welling and wetting my pillowcase, and my heart sore in my chest. It was foolish to waste so much time building a life with a man who didn’t share my dreams of the future. He’d already fulfilled his with his ex-wife, and I hurt myself by giving mine up.
Jacob’s cock swells larger inside me. “I don’t have a condom. If I cum inside you, there’s nothing stopping you from getting pregnant. Is that what you want?”
Completely engrossed in the fantasy, losing the ability to separate fiction from reality, I moan, “Oh god, yes!” My belly flutters wildly, my heart beating triple time with hope. “Cum inside me, baby. Please, please.”
“Dad will kick me out for good once you get pregnant, though. He’ll know it’s not his baby. That I’ve been fucking and filling his wife every night while he’s been gone.”
“I’ll leave him. I want a baby more than I want him.”
“You and I can live together after that. We’ll be our own family. I’ll give you as many babies as you want, Mama.”
Not even one brush of my clit, and I cum so hard that I can’t breathe through the explosive pleasure, my head pounding and lungs begging for air as Jacob continues to fuck me through my orgasm.
Jacob lets out a broken roar, trying so hard not to wake his sister as he slams into me one more time and fills me with his cum—cum that I know hasn’t been altered by a vasectomy and might work its magic this very night.
By this time next month, I could be pregnant. I’ll be forced to admit to Daniel that I cheated on him with his son, but I don’t care, not when he’s the one who cheated first and broke our marriage vows. I don’t care about anything except finally being a mother.
That thought, coupled with the flooding of his warm cum, has me orgasming again, crying into my pillow with joy, on the precipice of my dreams coming true. Jacob rolls us onto our sides with his cock still inside me, preventing his sperm from spilling out.
I weep, envisioning with crystal clarity my life with Jacob and the family we’ll have after this. It’s beautiful.
Jacob slides one arm under me and bands it over my chest while he snakes the other under my negligee and palms my belly. “Shh, Mama. I’ve got you. I’ll hold you while you sleep, and in the morning, we’ll make love again before Dad comes home.”
I nod, placing my hand over his, looking forward to Jacob holding me just like this every night, my belly growing large and round with his child each passing day.