Chapter 133 STEPMOM wants my cock 1
Dear Diary,
It’s been a crazy month. Now, Living under the same roof as my father and his new wife, Lizzy, is like living in a pressure cooker. My father is a powerful man. He’s rich, he’s cold, and he doesn’t care about rules. He and Lizzy have a deal. They can sleep with whoever they want. It’s an "open marriage," they call it.
But I’m not part of the deal. I’m just ShaQuan. I’m the son who is supposed to look the other way while they bring strangers into our home. But today, the walls felt too thin. Today, the games they play finally reached my bedroom door.
I’m trying to stay in my lane. I really am. But when you’re a man with blood as hot as mine, and the woman living down the hall is a constant temptation, something has to snap.
The room was hot. The only sound was the heavy, wet rhythm of skin hitting skin. I had a girl named Mia pinned to the mattress. I didn't care about her name an hour ago, and I don't care now. I just cared about the way she screamed.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Oh! Oh, God, ShaQuan! Faster! Please!" Mia shrieked. Her back arched off the bed. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, leaving red marks.
I didn't slow down. I was driving into her with everything I had. My muscles were tight. Sweat was dripping off my chin and landing on her heaving chest. I was so focused on the finish line.
Then, I heard it. The door creaked open.
I didn't stop. I turned my head slightly. There she was. Lizzy. My father's wife. A woman in her late 30’s but looked everything like early 20’s.
She was leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing a silk robe that hung open, showing off her tanned skin and the lace of her underwear. She wasn't shocked. She wasn't angry. She was just... watching. Her eyes were fixed on the place where our bodies met.
"Get out, Lizzy!" I barked. My voice was a rough growl.
She didn't move. She just crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. "Don't mind me," she whispered. "Keep going. You were doing so well."
I let out a frustrated huff, but the sight of her watching me made my blood boil even hotter. I turned back to Mia. I grabbed her hips with a grip like iron. I slammed into her one last time, a deep, powerful thrust that made her eyes roll back in her head.
"AHHHH! SHAQUAN!" Mia screamed. Her body shook in a violent climax.
I followed right after her. I let out a guttural groan, pinning her to the bed as I finished. We both lay there, panting, the air thick with the scent of sex.
I pulled out slowly. I didn't look at Mia. I stood up, my naked body glistening in the light. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a stack of hundred-dollar bills. I tossed them onto the bed.
"Go home, Mia," I said coldly. "The car is waiting outside."
Mia looked stunned. She gathered the money, scrambled into her clothes, and ran out of the room. She passed Lizzy in the doorway, but Lizzy didn't even blink.
I walked right up to my stepmother. I was still naked. Unashamed. She had seen me naked for… since I started living with them. My cock was still heavy and twitching.
"Lizzy," I said, towering over her. "What is your problem? I have told you a thousand times to stop watching me fuck women."
She looked me up and down. "Really? That’s not how to treat women, ShaQuan. You should be nice after you use someone like that." She said, ignoring my own complaints.
I scoffed. I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from my chest. "That’s not my business. I gave her money. The money makes up for the lack of a 'thank you.'"
"Money isn't enough," she said. She stepped into my room, closing the door behind her.
"Money is everything," I shot back. "It buys silence. It buys pleasure. It buys people."
Lizzy stopped just inches from me. I could smell her perfume—vanilla and something spicy. "If money is everything, then why won't you take mine? Why don't you want to fuck me for a price?"
Not again.
"Lizzy, we are not doing this again," I said. As I tried to walk past her, but she blocked my path.
"Five hundred thousand," she said. Her voice was steady. "Right now. Fuck me, ShaQuan. Make me scream just like that girl did. Maybe louder. With this…" she looked down. “Monster between your legs.”
I looked at her. I really looked at her. She was beautiful, undeniably. She had perky breasts that sat high on her chest. Her ass was firm and round, perfectly shaped under the silk. She was a dream. But she was also a nightmare.
"You’re my father’s wife," I said. My voice was low. "There is no way I am touching the pussy my father fucks every night. I have standards, Lizzy."
Lizzy started to laugh. It was a dark, sharp sound. "Your father? You think he’s the only one? He fucked that girl you just kicked out last week."
I froze. "What?"
"Yes," she said, leaning in close. "He did."
"Lie," I hissed. "You’re just saying that to get in my head."
"You think I’m lying?" She reached into her robe and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen and held it up to my face.
It was a video. Clear as day. My father. In this house. Fucking Mia on the sofa in the study.
My stomach turned. In this family, the lines weren't just blurred—they were gone. They were in an open marriage, sure. But finding out we were sharing the same "trash" made my skin crawl.
"See?" Lizzy whispered. "He sent me this yesterday. We don't have secrets, ShaQuan. So why are you acting like a saint?”
I stepped back from her. My cock was still visible, swaying slightly as I moved. I felt a mix of rage and a dark, twisted kind of arousal. The whole situation was sick.
"It doesn't matter," I said, trying to regain my stance. "You’re still his legal property. I’m not crossing that line."
"One million," she said. She didn't hesitate. "I’ll transfer it right now. One million dollars for one hour of your time."
"Lizzy, keep your money," I growled. "I'm not fucking you. Get out of my room."
Just then, a booming voice echoed from the end of the long hallway.
"ShaQuan! Downstairs!" my father called out. "We need to talk. Now!"
Lizzy smirked at me. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Better go, big boy. Daddy is calling. But remember... the offer is on the table. And I think you’re starting to get hungry."
She turned and walked out, her hips swinging with victory. I stood there in the middle of my room, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I looked at my diary sitting on the nightstand.
Dear Diary,
Lizzy wants me. Once again, She’s willing to pay a million dollars just to feel me inside her. And the worst part? After seeing that video... after seeing how low my father has sunk... part of me wants to take her up on it. I want to take what’s his. I want to show her what fucking a step son feels like.
But first, I have to face the man
downstairs. I hope I can keep my cool. Because if I snap, this whole house is going to burn down.