My stepmother is a slut

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"Honey, I have to go to work!" my husband, Chen Guoxi, said to me.
"Be careful on the way!" I straightened his crooked tie.
"I'm leaving." Chen Xin walked out the door behind me. He is Chen Guoxi's son, and now he is also my son, and he should call me—stepmother.
"Why didn't you say goodbye to your mother before leaving?" my husband said, holding Chen Xin's hand.
"Never mind," I quickly stopped my husband, "Do you want Xin to be late?" Chen Xin pulled his hand away and walked away without looking back.
"What a helpless child." my husband said.
"Kids this age are all like this, and besides, I'm not his biological mother!" I said.
"Is that so? You've been married into our family for a year now, he should be able to get closer to you!" my husband said.
"This, don't worry about it, it hasn't caused any problems." I said with a smile. "
Is that so? Then I'm leaving!" my husband said .
"Be careful on the way!"
Guoxi opened the door and left.
Guoxi left, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I'd been living in this family as Guoxi's wife for a year now. Guoxi worked in a good company; he was the breadwinner. Xiaoxin was Guoxi's son from his previous marriage, and he was taking his college entrance exams this year. I silently supported them from behind the scenes, outwardly living a peaceful life, but in reality, I carried a burden of worries that neither of them could tell…
Just then, the phone rang. I jumped in fright. It must be him. I nervously closed the door and stared at the phone. It kept ringing. I didn't know whether I should answer it; it felt like a demon's call. I slowly walked to the phone and placed my hand on it.
"Hello!" I finally picked up the phone.
"Oh, ma'am, why are you so late?" That familiar voice came from the other end. It was him.
"My husband is still here, so… so…" I stammered.
"You can't lie to me. Your husband is gone. I saw it with my own eyes! You want to avoid me, don't you?" the voice said.
"Don't do this anymore. It's bothering me," I said.
"Madam, how many times did you and your husband do it last night? With your amazing genitals, I could ejaculate inside you five times. Your husband doesn't have that ability. The house is so empty, you must be lonely, right? I can make you all wet and have my fill," the voice said. "
Stop doing this," I said unhappily.
"That angry voice is so nice, it's unbearable. You know, madam, you're the object of the neighbors' sexual fantasies," the voice said.
"Stop it!" I shouted.
"They fantasize about your private parts, and masturbate like crazy," the voice continued incessantly. "
Stop talking," I covered my ears.
"They imagine what it's like when you're being ejaculated on, everyone looks at you like that," the voice said.
"If you call again, I'm calling the police," I said, quickly hanging up the phone.
This man, Yang Feng, was my boyfriend in college, but we broke up because I felt insecure with him. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, but unfortunately, he's now my husband's subordinate at work. He recognized me at my wedding and has been harassing me with phone calls ever since.
The phone rang again, and I picked it up impatiently, saying, "You're going too far!"
"Madam, I'm at the door, open it." It was Yang Feng's voice.
"What?! You dare... I'm calling the police!" I said angrily.
"Fine, call the police then. I remember I have a set of photos of you here," Yang Feng said.
Oh my god! Those shameful photos I took with him when I was young and naive—I can't believe he still has them! What am I going to do?
"You don't know, I masturbate in front of them every day and ejaculate on them. Those were truly nostalgic times," Yang Feng said.
"What do you want?!" I said, but I knew what he was thinking.
"Open the door first!" Yang Feng said.
"No, I won't open it!" I said angrily.
"Okay, then take a look under your door now. I'll wait until you change your mind. I told you you're the neighbor's sexual fantasy!" Yang Feng said and hung up.
I went to the door and saw what looked like a photo under the door. I picked it up and almost fainted. It was an extremely obscene photo. The woman in the photo, who had short hair at the time, was me, and the man was, of course, Yang Feng. My God, if others saw these photos, how could I ever face anyone!
I quickly opened the door and saw Yang Feng smoking. When he saw me open the door, he grinned lewdly and said, "I knew you'd change your mind!" I quickly
pulled him inside to avoid being seen by the neighbors and then locked the door.
"What, in such a hurry?" Yang Feng said with a wicked grin.
"Don't misunderstand, I just want to make things clear with you," I said.
Yang Feng went to the sofa and acted as if it were his own home. He said, "There's nothing to say. You're a smart woman, you know what you should do!"
"No, I don't know, give me back the photos!" I angrily followed him.
"Give them back? Impossible. I'm not married yet, and I rely on them every day!" Yang Feng said.
"Then what do you want?" I asked knowingly.
"I think if someone could meet my needs, I wouldn't need those photos," Yang Feng said.
"Then I'll introduce you to someone, and you can get married quickly," I said.
"You still don't understand what I mean. If I were looking for someone else, I could watch porn. Why do I need your photos? I mean, it has to be you!" Yang Feng said, which I expected.
"No, I already have a husband. I can't do anything to betray him," I said, bowing my head. "Don't
pretend to be so virtuous! The past is already… hehe!" Yang Feng laughed.
"The past is the past, the present is the present, and now I really can't…!" I said.
"You'll regret this!" Yang Feng angrily stood up, wanting to leave!
"Wait, wait... a minute, I..." I was at a loss, my heart pounding with anxiety. The thought of the photos in his hand chilled me to the bone.
"Oh!?" Yang Feng turned around, glancing at me sideways.
"Just once..." I finally wavered.
"Oh, madam, you mean there's room for negotiation!?" Yang Feng sat back down on the sofa.
"Okay, I promise you, but only once. You must return the negatives to me," I said.
"Don't say that, madam. I really like you. I just want to do it whenever I have time..." I interrupted Yang Feng before he could finish.
"Shameless! You're so shameless!"
"Fine, fine! I'm afraid of forcing people! I promise you, I'll return the negatives to you after just one time!" Yang Feng said.
His words left me at a loss. He was sitting, I was standing. The situation was extremely awkward. I didn't want to call him to the room, because that was a private space for my husband and me. So, I decided to stay in the living room. I went to the window and drew the curtains.
"No one will see," Yang Feng said.
I ignored him, turned my back to Yang Feng, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, come on!"
But Yang Feng didn't move at all, still sitting there. He said, "Long'er, turn around."
I had no choice but to turn around.
"Take off all your clothes!" Yang Feng said.
What? Such a shameful thing. But his words were more like an order, so I had to slowly unbutton my white shirt (I usually only wear a shirt and underwear when I'm at home). One button, two buttons... Even though it was incredibly slow, the shirt was finally completely undone.
When I revealed my breasts under the shirt, I heard him exclaim in admiration, "Oh, it hasn't been many years, your breasts have become quite full. Did you get them bigger from being sucked by men?"
"I don't know!" I turned my head to the side. I knew that the man opposite me was looking at me with lewd eyes. Standing in front of a man like this, I was at a loss and instinctively covered my chest with my hands.
I had already unbuttoned my shirt completely, but Yang Feng wouldn't let me take it off completely. Instead, he told me to take off my underwear as well. I did as
he said, throwing my underwear on the sofa. "Good, good job, come sit here!" Yang Feng patted the coffee table, gesturing for me to sit on it. I had no choice but to do as he said.
I went over and sat on the coffee table. Yang Feng took off his own clothes, and I immediately saw his half-dangling penis. I couldn't help but gasp. To be honest, I hadn't seen a bigger or longer penis since I broke up with him, not even with my current husband.
I sat down, and Yang Feng told me to spread my legs, while he started masturbating. He said, "Show me how you masturbate!"
"I can't," I said. It's not that I don't know how to masturbate; I don't know how many times I've secretly masturbated in the shower over the past year. But to masturbate in front of someone else, let alone Yang Feng, even my husband, I couldn't do it.
Seeing how determined I was, Yang Feng changed his tone and said, "Then suck my penis."
Oral sex? I've never tried it even once. "I can't!" I said.
"What? You can't do this, you can't do that, what can you do?" Yang Feng said angrily.
"Hurry up, I have a lot of housework to do." I said.
"What a hassle!" Yang Feng cursed, already on top of me.
I could clearly feel his skin pressed against my body, his hands holding my breasts, his tongue licking my nipples. I felt like I was getting an electric shock, my nipples hard from his licking, and he gently bit them with his teeth. I opened my eyes and pretended not to feel anything as I looked at him.
One of his hands left my breasts and slowly moved to my private parts. I grabbed his hand immediately, knowing that if my private parts were attacked, I would soon be conquered by him. He forcefully pulled his hand away and continued to explore there... My God, his fingers had already touched my pubic hair. He skillfully parted the pubic hair and pressed my clitoris with his thumb.
"Oh..." I couldn't help but moan, knowing that some lubrication had already flowed out.
"Feeling it?" Yang Feng asked.
I nodded gently. After all, we used to be a couple, and I just hoped he would be gentle with me.
"Your body is still so sensitive after so long, it's really exciting," Yang Feng said, rubbing my clitoris with his thumb.
I could feel his erection in my calves. Perhaps stimulated, I slowly relaxed my body, and my hands gently took Yang Feng's hands. After kissing my breasts, Yang Feng started kissing downwards. Oh, no, don't kiss me there.
I stepped back, but Yang Feng held my thighs tightly, burying his head in my private parts. I cried out, "Ah!" My two fair and firm thighs clamped tightly around his head.
"Don't... lick there... ah..." I said.
Yang Feng seemed not to hear me, forcefully spreading my legs and kissing my labia minora. "Oh..." This time the feeling was even stronger.
Yang Feng's tongue teased my clitoris and licked my cleft. Oh, if this were with my husband, I would definitely moan with pleasure. My honey hole was already overflowing, and I could feel the love juice flowing down to my anus.
"Your husband doesn't treat you like this, does he?" Yang Feng said.
"Mmm...!" I said.
Yang Feng parted my labia with his hands, licked my inner walls, and inserted his fingers into my honey hole. The soft, tingling sensation flowed through my entire body, and I couldn't help but touch my breasts. This action aroused Yang Feng's animalistic instincts, and he seemed to be unable to wait any longer.
Yang Feng hugged me tightly and put me on the sofa, then lifted his penis and aimed it at my honey hole, inserting it directly. He had a habit of always inserting very deeply the first time, and then slowly starting to move. Sure enough, he thrust right up to my cervix, and I couldn't help but cry out because it was quite painful; I hadn't experienced this depth in a long time.
"Be gentle!" I reminded him!
"Wow, it's still so tight after being married for so long, that's rare!" Yang Feng said, and he began to slowly thrust in and out.
Yang Feng grabbed my legs and spread my thighs wide. Each of his thrusts was so powerful, his glans slamming against my cervix again and again. Because of the intense impact, I clung tightly to Yang Feng's shoulders. Such strength and intensity were indeed beyond what my forty-something-year-old husband could provide. I opened my eyes slightly, enjoying the excruciating pleasure brought by Yang Feng's rhythmic thrusts. I was completely absorbed, using every pore of my body to absorb every breath of Yang Feng.
I had to moan to release the suppressed pleasure; with each of Yang Feng's thrusts, I let out a soft cry, my snow-white legs tightly gripping Yang Feng's waist, urging him to penetrate deeper.
"How is it? Much better than that old man, right?" Yang Feng said smugly.
Yang Feng unhooked my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and began to thrust in and out with great force. Under Yang Feng's relentless thrusting, my vagina was gushing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid, which ran down my snow-white buttocks, soaking a large patch of the sofa. He kept my legs pressed against my chest, the thrusting becoming more forceful, my leg muscles taut, each penetration hitting my most sensitive spots.
"Oh...no..." I whimpered, my head swaying with each thrust, one hand kneading my full breasts, the other gripping Yang Feng's arm tightly. "
Ah...I...can't take it anymore..." I gasped for breath, my throat seemingly losing its grip; I knew I was nearing orgasm.
"Want an orgasm? Not so fast!" Yang Feng suddenly withdrew his penis, stopping all movement.
"What..." I felt like I'd plummeted from a great height.
"If you want it, do it yourself!" Yang Feng sat down on the sofa. "Come on! Sit on my lap, the rest is up to you."
Right now, all I wanted was to make him ejaculate quickly so I could be free. Besides, I craved the orgasm I hadn't experienced in so long. Without thinking, I climbed on top of him, gently thrusting my hips, pressing my labia against his penis, and began to slide up and down. His penis quickly entered me. Yang Feng, in ecstasy, closed his eyes again.
He grasped my breast with one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist, kissing my earlobe. I desperately thrust my hips, "So good."
My heart pounded wildly; tension and unease, humiliation and guilt, shame and pain—all sorts of feelings surged through me.
"Long'er, is it good?" Yang Feng asked.
"Mmm..." Actually, I didn't hear what he said at all; my will was completely focused on achieving orgasm.
Just then, the phone rang, startling me awake. Yang Feng, as if he'd discovered something amusing, suddenly scooped me up. My feet left the ground, and I screamed, instinctively grabbing his neck for balance.
"What are you doing?" I cried.
"Answering the phone for you!" Yang Feng said, carrying me to the phone and pressing the speakerphone button.
"Hello, is this Mother?" came A Xin's voice from the other end.
Poor me, I was being held by Yang Feng, who was tossing my hips around. Every time I landed, his glans throbbed against my uterus.
"Yes... Xiao Xin... ah... what... is it...?" I said, trying to suppress the pleasure.
"I'm going out to eat with my classmates today, so you don't need to cook for me!" A Xin said.
"Oh... okay... I understand!" I desperately wanted to hang up.
"Bye!"
"Ah..." Yang Feng thrust into me hard, and I couldn't help but scream, "No...please...be gentle..."
"What do you mean, 'be gentle'?" Ah Xin's voice came from the phone again. What? He hadn't hung up yet. I was startled.
I hurriedly said, "Oh...nothing...nothing, I was talking to the gas delivery guy!" How could I make up such an excuse?
"Oh, I'll hang up if there's nothing else." This time I was sure Ah Xin had really hung up before I dared to speak.
I couldn't take it anymore, and at this moment Yang Feng was also breathing heavily. He said, "You bitch...I'm going to cum!"
"No...cum inside!" I shouted.
Yang Feng pretended not to hear. He made his final thrusts violently. I shook my head desperately. He suddenly shouted, and a stream of hot semen shot into my body. I shuddered, as if I had been electrocuted. I arched my body and threw my head back forcefully. My black hair fell messily on my dazed face. I also reached my climax.
The world fell silent. Yang Feng put me down and collapsed onto the sofa, panting. "Ah, it's been so long since I've felt this good!" he said.
I ignored him and quickly ran to the bathroom to clean up the semen. I was so stupid; why didn't I tell him to put on a condom first? What if I got pregnant? Luckily, it was my safe period, otherwise I would have had to take the pill. I wiped the semen clean with tissues and returned to the living room. Yang Feng was already dressed.
"Madam, I'm leaving now. Don't worry about me!" Yang Feng said.
"Remember to keep your promise," I said.
"Of course, I'm a man of my word. I'll deliver it to you at this time tomorrow!" Yang Feng said, then picked up his briefcase, opened the door, and left.
Watching Yang Feng leave, I slumped weakly onto the sofa. Would it really end like this? I asked myself. I hope so, I don't know.

[The End]

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