Chapter 51 Sitting on stepsons laps
The house was quiet—the kind of afternoon silence that made every small sound echo. Armman was in the living room when he heard it: a muffled, strained cry coming from the master suite.
"Armman! Armman, come here! I’m... I’m stuck!"
He frowned; that was the voice of his stepmom.
He dropped his phone and started heading toward his father’s bedroom. He pushed the heavy wooden door open and stopped. The room was empty, but he could see a pair of legs kicking frantically from beneath the massive, king-sized bed.
"Nelly?" he called, walking closer.
"Down here!" her voice came, sounding small and panicked. "I was looking for my diamond earring. I thought it rolled under the center frame, but I slid too far in. My hips... I think I’m wedged against the support beam."
Armman knelt on the plush carpet. He could see her upper torso disappearing under the bed. She was wearing a short, emerald-green thin robe.
"Okay, take it easy," Armman said. "I’m going to try and pull you out. Hold my hand."
He reached under and gripped her wrists. He gave a firm tug.
"Ow! No, stop! It’s snagged!" she cried out. “Fuck, it hurts!”
He tried again, shifting his angle. "Let me try pulling from your waist; maybe I can wiggle you loose."
On the third trial, as he gripped her hips to get better leverage, the slick silk of her robe caught on a splinter of the wooden frame. With a sharp rip, the fabric shifted and hiked up completely over her waist.
Armman froze. His breath stuck in his throat.
Nelly wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her skin was pale and flawless, her curves exposed perfectly in the afternoon light streaming through the window. She was completely naked from the waist down, her rounded, smooth ass pressed upward by the way she was wedged.
The "protective stepson" part of his brain shut off immediately. His mouth watered as he stared at her. At that point, the sight of her—vulnerable, trapped, and exposed—sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.
He decided he would use this opportunity to get what he had always wanted. And now that his father wasn't here and with no one else to help her, it was his time to shine.
He didn't pull her again. Instead, he let his large, warm hand settle on the curve of her buttock.
"Armman?" Nelly whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing? Why did you stop?"
He didn't answer with words. He slowly ran his palm over her skin, his thumb grazing the sensitive crease where her thigh met her pussy.
"Armman! Stop that! What are you... ohhh!" She let out a soft, sharp gasp as his fingers moved lower, one finger licking her slit.
"Armman! That’s... that’s not right! Pull me out! Now!"
"You're so soft, Nelly," Armman murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly tone. "I had no idea you were hiding all of this under those expensive robes."
"Stop! Please...!" she whimpered.
He ran his finger again... from the top to the bottom of the slit.
“Armman—ahhhhhh!”
Her protest died into a moan.
He smiled, taking that as a first go-ahead. Armman leaned down. He moved his head between her splayed, trapped legs. The scent of her—sweet, clean, and already starting to dampen with arousal—filled his senses.
He pressed his face into her, inhaling. “Nelly, you smell so good.”
“Armman…” she drawled.
Nelly’s fingers clawed at the carpet, her knuckles turning white. She was biting her lower lip so hard that it bled. Her eyes were squeezed shut in the darkness under the bed.
Armman's tongue stuck out—one long flick from up to down.
"Ahhhhhhhh... ohhhhh."
He used his tongue in long, slow, wet strokes, circling her clit, sucking the bud into his mouth before dipping deep into her wetness.
"Ahhh, Armman, oh... this is so wrong, don't... stop... ahhh, ohhh, yess. Ohhh, fuck."
"You taste incredible," Armman rasped, pulling back for a second to look at her. Her pussy was dripping, the juices glistening on her inner thighs. "So sweet. So wet. Does my father even know what he’s missing?"
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Don't talk! Just... ohhh... nnnnggh... yesss!"
Armman shifted his focus, his tongue moving to the tight, puckered heat of her ass, teasing the rim before returning to her pussy.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ohhh, yess, ohh, fuck, ahh!" Nelly wailed, her head hitting the underside of the bed frame with a dull thud. "I'm... Don't stop, ahhh, ooh, I'm...!"
She hit a peak, her body shuddering violently. Armman didn't stop; he kept his tongue pinned against her pulsing clit until she was sobbing for breath.
He stood up just enough to unzip his jeans. His cock sprang out—thick, purple-headed, and throbbing with a desperate need for his stepmother's pussy. It was massive, far bigger than anything Nelly had ever dealt with.
He knelt back down behind her. He didn't go in yet. He took the head of his cock and lined it up against her hot, dripping wetness. He rubbed the length of it up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream.
"Armman... please..." she whimpered, her voice broken.
“Please what, Nelly? You want your stepson's cock?"
“Oh, fuck... this is wrong, Armman.”
He smiled, lining his cock on her wetness.
“Ahhhhhhhhh, please…”
"You want it, don't you?" he hissed, his eyes narrowed as he watched his cock disappear between her cheeks with every rub. "You want your stepson to fill you up while you're stuck like a little animal screaming it's wrong."
"Yes... ahhh... yes! Please! Give it to me!"
He braced his hands on her hips, his knuckles digging into her soft skin. He prepared to drive himself home. Armman didn’t wait for another invitation. He gripped Nelly’s hips with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh. He leaned his weight forward and pushed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Nelly’s scream was muffled by the carpet, but the vibration of it went straight through the floor. She was so tight that it felt like Armman was trying to push a mountain through a needle. He was thick, and the sudden expansion of her walls made her back arch as much as the bed frame would allow.
"Ohhh, god... Armman! You're... you're too big! I'm going to break!" she sobbed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her lip so hard to keep the moans at bay.
"You're not going to break, Nelly," Armman hissed, his voice a dark growl. He was panting, his own eyes narrowed as he felt the incredible heat of her clamping down on him. "You’re just finally getting what you’ve been starving for: a big dick.”
He stayed still for a moment, buried only halfway. He wanted her to feel every single millimeter of his girth stretching her. He watched her skin flush a deep pink, the emerald silk of her robe bunched up around her ribcage. Then, he gave a final, brutal shove that buried him to the hilt.
"AHHHH-HAAAA!" she cried.
Nelly’s head snapped back, hitting the underside of the bed. She was completely filled. Every inch of her pussy was occupied by the throbbing, heavy weight of her stepson.
Armman began to move. It was a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. He would pull nearly all the way out, letting the cool air hit her wetness, before plunging back in with a heavy thud.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... yesss! Right there! Mmm-hmm, yess, ohhh, ohhh, fuck yess. Oh yes, Armman! Yes, Armman, give it to me, oh, fuck, ahhh…!" Nelly moaned. Her hands were clawing at the carpet, pulling up the fibers as she bucked her ass back against him. She was no longer trying to get out. She was pushing herself deeper onto him.
"You like that, don't you?" Armman rasped. He reached one hand under her stomach, lifting her slightly to change the angle. "You like being stuck like this—knowing you can't run.”
"I... I love it! Ah-ah-ah! Harder! Fuck me harder, Armman!"
He increased the speed. He was no longer being careful. He was hammering into her, his pelvis slamming against her rounded cheeks with a relentless, animalistic force.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohhh, god! It’s so deep! You’re hitting... nnnnggh... yesss! Right there!"
Nelly’s breathing turned into short, frantic gasps, her knees sliding on the carpet as she tried to find more leverage. The friction was building into a mountain of fire. She bit her lip again, a small moan escaping her throat with every single thrust.
"Look at you," Armman panted, his sweat dripping onto her back. "My father's wife... taking it from his son under his own bed. You’re such a slut, Nelly."
"Yes! I'm your slut! Ahhh! Ahhh! Keep going! Don't stop!"
The pleasure was reaching a boiling point. Armman could feel her walls starting to quiver and twitch, the internal muscles squeezing him with incredible force. He narrowed his eyes, his breath coming in unstable hitches as he felt his own climax rising.
"I'm close... Nelly... I'm going to fill you up..."
"DO IT! AHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME!"
She hit her climax first. Her body went rigid, her legs shaking as she let out a long, high-pitched wail. She was coming so hard her vision went blurry. Armman didn't slow down; he used the tightness of her walls from her climax to push himself over the edge.
"AH-AH-AH-AHHHH!"
He roared as he exploded. He buried himself as deep as he could, his body jerking as he dumped a massive, hot load into her. He stayed there, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against the back of her neck.
The room was silent for a few seconds, the only sound being their heavy, desperate breathing.
Then, the front door downstairs slammed shut.
Both of them froze. Their hearts were still racing, their bodies still joined under the bed.
"Nelly? Armman?" a loud, booming voice called out from downstairs. "I’m home early! Where is everyone?"
Nelly’s eyes went wide with pure terror. She looked at Armman, her mouth open in a silent scream. Armman was still deep inside her, his cock still hard and pulsing from the release.
"NELLY!" the voice shouted again, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps starting to climb the stairs.