My Mom’s Boyfriend - Ch 06

That night I couldn’t sleep. I could hear my mom’s bed through the wall, followed by her soft moaning. I couldn’t help myself. I slipped out of bed in just a thin tank top and panties, quietly opened my door, and tiptoed down the hallway. Mom’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, a warm sliver of light spilling out. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy as I peeked inside.

Simon was on top of my mother, fucking her across the bed with slow, deep thrusts. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing the strong muscles of his back. Mom was moaning softly beneath him, her legs wrapped around his hips. But Simon wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at me.

Our eyes locked, and for a second I froze. But Simon didn’t stop. He didn’t say a word. His dark eyes stayed on mine as he continued fucking my mother. His expression was intense, almost possessive. Every time he sank deep into her, he held my gaze like he was telling me something.

Jealousy burned in my chest, hot and sharp, but so did arousal. My panties were soaked as I watched him. Mom moaned louder, completely unaware that her boyfriend was staring at her daughter while he fucked her. Simon’s pace quickened. His jaw clenched. He never broke eye contact with me, not even when he buried himself deep and came inside her with a deeper grunt.

I slipped away quickly and hurried back to my room, shaking with adrenaline and need. I climbed into bed, heart racing, pussy aching. Once everything had gone quiet, my bedroom door opened slowly. It was Simon, wearing only his boxer shorts.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, then crossed to my bed without a word. I sat up, pulse thundering. He pulled the covers back, climbed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. His body was still warm from being with my mother. The thought should have disgusted me. Instead it made me whimper into his mouth.

“Couldn’t stay away,” he breathed against my lips. “Not after you watched me like that.”

He stripped my pyjama top off and yanked my panties down my legs. I was soaked. He pushed my thighs apart and rubbed his thick cock along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

“We have to be quiet,” he whispered, then pushed inside me slowly.

I bit my lip hard to stay silent as he stretched my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming after watching him fuck my Mom. He sank all the way in, then covered my mouth with his hand as he started thrusting with deep, steady strokes that made my bed creak softly.

He fucked me with controlled power, eyes locked on mine just like they had been earlier. This time I was the one taking his cock. Every thrust felt like I was reclaiming him as my boyfriend. My jealous, aching little pussy clenched around him as he took what I believed he really wanted.

“I love how much tighter you are, but you’re such a naughty girl for spying on us, Emma… getting wet while I fucked your mom.”

I moaned against his palm, my eyes rolling back as pleasure built fast. The risk of Mom waking up and walking in made everything ten times more intense. Simon fucked me harder, grinding deep, his heavy balls slapping quietly against me.

I came first, hard and shaking, my muffled cries vibrating against his hand as my pussy spasmed around his cock. Simon followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of his cum, claiming me in the same bed where he’d taken my virginity just days earlier.

“Sleep tight, Emma,” he said, kissing me softly before he pulled out and slipped away as quietly as he’d come.

I lay there in the dark, his cum leaking out of me, body trembling with aftershocks. I was completely ruined for anyone else, and I already knew I’d be spying on them again.

I was no longer the shy, curious girl who fingered herself while listening through the wall. I was bolder. Hungrier. Every time I saw Simon, my body reacted, nipples hardening, pussy getting wet, that deep ache reminding me I belonged to him now.

I started dressing sluttier at home: shorter skirts, tighter tops with no bra, sometimes “forgetting” panties altogether. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to lose control. And Simon noticed.

Friday night, Mom was downstairs watching her favourite show with a glass of wine. She’d had a long week and was already half-asleep on the sofa. Simon had come over after work, and I could feel the tension crackling between us all evening.

While Mom was distracted, I sent him a text from my bedroom:

Emma: I’m not wearing panties. Come upstairs in five minutes.

I didn’t wait passively this time. I removed my top and pulled my short skirt up around my waist, got on my knees in the middle of the room, and waited for him like an eager little slut. Simon stepped inside a few minutes later. The look on his face was darker and way more primal than before.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes fixed on me. “On your knees already. Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulled his thick cock out and fed it between my lips without waiting. This time he was more dominant, holding my head with both hands and fucking my mouth with deeper, more insistent strokes. I gagged softly but didn’t pull away. I wanted this side of him.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice husky. “Take it all. That’s it.”

After a few minutes he pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over my desk. He kicked my legs apart, flipped my skirt up, and rubbed his thick cock along my soaked pussy.

“You’re dripping,” he growled. “Does me fucking you while your mom is downstairs make you this wet?”

“Yes…” I panted.

He pushed inside me in one long, firm stroke. I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. He was definitely rougher, gripping my hips hard and pounding into me with deep, powerful thrusts that made my desk shake. The wet slap of his body against mine was loud in the quiet room. Every time he bottomed out, I saw stars.

“Quiet,” he warned, one hand reaching around to cover my mouth. “Unless you want your mother to hear what a naughty little slut her daughter is.”

He fucked me harder, dominating me completely. His other hand slapped my ass sharply, then squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple. The mix of pleasure and slight pain made me clench around him even tighter.

“You’re mine now, Emma,” he growled into my ear, still thrusting relentlessly. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I moaned against his palm. “I’m yours, Simon.”

He rewarded me by reaching down to rub my clit while he fucked me. I came hard, shaking and whimpering, my pussy spasming around his thick cock. Simon followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding me with another huge load of thick, warm cum.

“Until next time, Emma,” he chuckled, leaving me bent over my desk, his cum running down my legs, already thinking about the next time. I was no longer just his girlfriend’s daughter. I was his secret obsession, and I loved it.

Eight weeks had passed since the day Simon took my virginity. I’d become addicted. We fucked almost every chance we could. Sometimes quick and dirty while Mom was in the shower, and sometimes slow and deep in my room after she’d fallen asleep.

Simon was addicted too. He’d message me instructions on what to wear, when to edge myself, and how he wanted me. I obeyed every single exciting time. Then my world changed forever. Sat on the edge of the bathtub, I stared at the two pink lines on the test.

My hands were shaking. Positive. I was pregnant. A strange mix of terror and excitement ran through me. Simon had been filling me with his cum for weeks. I knew the risks. I just didn’t think, and he never asked if I was on the pill.

Two days later, I came home from school to find my mom and Simon sat together, beaming. She sat me down and announced that I was going to have a little brother or sister soon. Jesus. Simon had knocked us both up.

My stomach churned. But I forced a smile and hugged her, even as my own secret burned inside me. Two pregnancies. Same man. Same few weeks. Took about karma hitting hard.

I waited until Mom went upstairs to call everyone in the family with the news. The second she was out of earshot, I grabbed Simon’s hand and told him I was pregnant too. I gave him my three positive pregnancy tests.

He stared at the tests for a few moments, then something dark and intensely surreal flashed across his face. He grabbed and kissed me hard.

“Fuck, Emma…” he said against my mouth. “You’re carrying my baby too?”

I nodded, breathing fast as his hand slid under my skirt and cupped my shaven pussy possessively. “Both of you. Mother and daughter.” He kissed me again, rougher this time. “You’re mine. Both of you are mine now.”

He dropped to his knees, yanked my panties aside, and buried his face between my legs, licking me with hungry, urgent strokes while my Mom was upstairs celebrating her own pregnancy.

When he stood up, he freed his cock and pushed into me right there over the sofa. He fucked me hard and deep, one hand over my mouth.

“This changes everything,” he whispered, thrusting powerfully. “You’re going to have my baby, Emma. And you’re going to keep spreading your legs for me the whole time.”

I came hard around him, shaking silently as he filled me again with another thick load. We straightened up quickly. Mom was still on the phone upstairs, laughing happily about her pregnancy. Simon looked at me, his hand brushing over my stomach for a brief second.

“Two babies,” he said quietly, voice full of dark satisfaction. “This is our secret for now.”

I nodded, heart racing, already wet again at the thought of what came next.