Embrace the Taboo: Cheering up Stepmom (Indian sex stories)

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“She was bound to find out eventually. I mean, you did manage to get this one knocked up.”

Dad shook his head, took a deep drag, and sighed. “And there’s another headache. I’m going to go out. Do me a favor and make sure Leanne doesn’t off herself, alright?”

I shrugged and, just like that, dad was gone. Lucas was headstrong and independent. Two excellent qualities for a businessman, but not for a husband. From outside, I heard the roar of an engine coming to life, the skid of rubber on asphalt, and then silence. I stayed on my bed for a few more minutes, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular, before I forced myself onto my feet to make my way to the kitchen. Passing the bedroom dad used to share with Leanne—since the arguing started he had been sleeping in one of the guest rooms—I heard muted sobs.

Leanne was sitting on the edge of the bed, a perfect picture of modern day misery. Her long black hair was unkempt, hanging wildly down her back. She wore a loose tank top and a pair of comfortable shorts. Her shoulders shook as she cried and she covered her eyes to catch the tears. At this point I’d like to remind you that my mind is wired a bit differently than others. Standing at the entrance to the room, watching her breasts bounce freely in her tank top with each sob, blood began flowing to my dick.

Leanne was far from a model. Back when she and my father had gotten married, she was moderately attractive. Her youthful body was petite, tight, and wonderfully fit, but now, after getting older and giving birth to my half-sister, Tony, Leanne was more flab than fab. She was by no means fat, and was still quite beautiful, she simply had a healthy amount of flesh that I personally found attractive. Directly following my psychotic break, in my early twenties after I had been pulled back from the brink of total self-destruction, I had started seeing Leanne in directly sexual light and spying on her and my father whenever they made love.

Looking back, I should have known that the relationship was doomed to fail. Leanne had large, black areolae, firm nipples, and a lightly trimmed bush. My father was, and still is, incredibly fit. I knelt in the closet, naked from the waist down, and watched as he pierced Leanne with his stiff cock. Their sex was different than any I had seen before. Leanne had wanted slow, intimate, lovemaking. The sort of vanilla sex you would expect a husband and wife to have. Dad had wanted more. From my perspective, it was incredibly hot. I stroked my cock, smearing pre-cum over my shaft and palm, while I watched them rut. Dad was unsatisfied, unable to break through Leanne’s resistance, but eventually he got himself off due to the sheer physical pleasure of being inside of her tight pussy. I spurted cum over the carpet as dad whipped out his cock and sprayed his jizz on Leanne’s face. Then, I sat back and toyed with my softening wood while she argued with him for not finishing inside her.

Watching her sit there, crying, I remembered all the other times I had spied on her. It had been difficult, I admit. She nearly always remembered to lock the doors while she showered and changed. Still, I felt a closeness to her. Leanne wasn’t particularly affectionate, but she had treated me well over the years. I dreamed of joining her in the shower, spreading her fat cheeks, and ramming my cock into her tight little pussy.

“Lee? Is everything alright?”

Leanne started. She wiped her eyes hurriedly and spoke in a shaky voice. “Oh! Roy, you’re home. I thought you would be at the office today. Did you eat? I made sure to cook today.”

“Why don’t you just leave, Lee?”

“Excuse me?”

“Both of you aren’t exactly quiet. I know the ultimatum he gave you. Either accept his actions or leave. He’s still fucking all his women, including the one he knocked up, and you obviously don’t like it. Why don’t you leave?”

Leanne bit her lip. She glared at me with red eyes that leaked tears. “This has nothing to do with you, Roy. It’s none of your business.”

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