My name is Lucas, I'm 18, and my life turned upside down the day my dad announced his marriage.
He, a middle-aged man successful in business and a widower for five years since my mom's death in a car accident, had found "the love of his life" in Karla.
She was a 38-year-old woman, divorced, with curves that looked like they were sculpted by a lustful god: ample breasts that strained against any low-cut blouse, wide hips that swayed hypnotically under tight skirts, and a round, mature ass that seemed to beg to be touched. Her brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and those full lips were always curved in a maternal smile.
Beside her came Lena, her 19-year-old adopted daughter—a girl with long, toned legs, thick thighs that stood out in short shorts, a butt that perked up like a constant tease, and firm tits that bounced free under thin t-shirts. Her green eyes flashed with a mix of disdain and malicious curiosity, and her platinum blonde hair in a high ponytail screamed rebellion.
It all started with the move.
The big house in SP, with its large backyard and isolated rooms, suddenly seemed too small for so many secrets.
I was in my room, the door ajar, pretending to organize books while watching through the crack.
Karla was supervising the furniture being unloaded, bending over to pick up a heavy box. Her pencil skirt rode up dangerously, revealing the lower curve of her buttocks, covered by black lace panties that sank deep between her soft flesh. My dick gave an involuntary jump in my sweatpants, hardening against the fabric.
"Shit," I muttered, adjusting myself discretely. She straightened up, laughing with the movers, her breasts bouncing like ripe fruit ready to be picked.
Lena, on the other hand, was in the backyard, stretching to hang a hammock. Her crop top rode up, exposing her flat belly and sexy navel, while her denim shorts barely covered half her ass. She knew I was looking—she turned her head, winking with a sarcastic little smile.
"Problems there, bro?" she shouted, her voice deceptively sweet.
"None," I muttered while trying to hide my erection under Lena's watchful gaze.
I was already on the edge, but dinner that night was the fuse.
Seated at the polished oak table, my dad in charge, Karla served the roast wearing an apron that accentuated her curves.
"Lucas, dear, taste this. I made it thinking of you," she said, leaning over me.
Her floral perfume invaded my nostrils, mixed with the warm scent of her skin. The neckline of her white blouse plunged deep, revealing the valley between her massive breasts, blue veins pulsing subtly under the pale flesh. A pink nipple almost escaped when she moved, and I swallowed hard, feeling my dick swell under the table.
"It's... delicious," I stammered, my eyes glued there for a second too long.
She smiled, oblivious—or was she?—and grazed her arm against my shoulder as she pulled away, an electric touch that made my skin tingle.
Lena, sitting next to me, nudged my leg with her bare foot under the table.
"Hey, virgin, pass the salt," she whispered, her big toe intentionally grazing my calf. Her foot moved up slowly, tracing the inner line of my thigh, stopping dangerously close to the growing volume in my pants.
My heart raced, blood pumping downwards as I tried to keep my composure and failed miserably.
"Lena, behave," Karla scolded from the head of the table, but her eyes danced with amusement.
My dad, distracted by the wine, didn't even notice.
Lena's foot pressed against my semi-erect dick through the fabric, massaging gently in slow circles. I felt pre-cum moisture stain my underwear, my dick throbbing against the soft sole of her foot.
"You're so tense, bro. Relax," she murmured, licking her lips while she ate.
I couldn't take it anymore and stood up abruptly.
"Sorry, I need to use the bathroom."
I gave a simple excuse and ran upstairs. In my room, I locked the door and threw myself on the bed, unzipping with urgency.
My dick jumped free, thick and veiny, the purple head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. I closed my eyes, imagining Karla leaning over me, those heavy breasts grazing my chest while she rode my dick all at once, moaning filth.
"Sonny, don't hold back... Make mommy feel good..."
My hand flew over the shaft, jerking furiously, but then Lena invaded my mind: on her knees, ass up, sucking me with her greedy lips, her throat stretching to swallow every inch.
"Fuck me hard, you perverted little brother," I imagined her husky voice murmuring under my dick.
I came hard, hot jets splashing onto my abdomen, my body convulsing in waves of forbidden pleasure.
I looked at the mess I'd made and muttered in frustration:
"Dammit! Now I have to clean everything up!"
I went downstairs later, exhausted, but fate had other plans. The main bathroom was occupied—light on, shower running.
I knocked once, curious about who was inside. I definitely didn't want to spy on anyone.
"It's occupied!" came Karla's voice, but it sounded breathless. I was seized by curiosity and peeked through the crack of the barely closed door.
There she was, naked under the hot spray, soap running down her curves. Water cascaded between her gigantic breasts, hardening her thick nipples like grapes. Her soapy hands moved down, one squeezing her fleshy ass, the other diving between her thick thighs, fingers circling her swollen clit.
She moaned softly, eyes closed: "Ahh... yes, deeper..."
My dick hardened instantly, throbbing painfully. I couldn't believe what was in front of me, my stepmother was masturbating!
"I want to see more."
As if the heavens had heard me, Karla suddenly turned sideways, revealing her shaved pussy, pink lips parted, and slid two fingers inside, pumping slowly, hips grinding against her hand.
"Fuck, that feels good..." she whispered between moans, completely oblivious to me.
"Fuck... How sexy!" I muttered softly, the desire to go in there surging in my heart.
And I couldn't resist the idea.
I pushed the door slowly, the squeak muffled by the steam. She opened her eyes, but instead of screaming, she froze, fingers still buried in her soaking wet pussy.
"Lucas? What... are you..." she started, but her voice was husky, her eyes dropping to the obscene volume in my pants.
"I... heard the shower," I lied shamelessly, stepping closer.
The steam wrapped around us like a forbidden veil. She withdrew her fingers slowly, glistening with her juices, and brought them to her mouth, sucking suggestively.
"You're a man now, aren't you? Come... help me wash my back."
My heart felt like it was going to explode at that slutty tone I'd never heard my stepmother use.
Without hesitation, I took off my shirt, revealing my chest athletic from gym workouts, and stepped into the huge shower stall. The hot water united us, her body pressing against mine.
Her soapy hands slid down my back, dropping to squeeze my ass.
"What a strong little body you have, sonny," she murmured in my ear, nibbling the lobe.
My dick grazed her soft belly, leaving trails of pre-cum. I turned her around, placing my trembling hands on the curves of her ass, soaping up her ample cheeks, fingers slipping into the wet crack between them.
"Like this, Karla? Is this how you like it?" I asked, my voice low and deep. She arched her back, sticking her ass out against me.
"Deeper, Lucas... wash everything."
A finger grazed her winking anus, and she moaned loud, rubbing her pussy on my thigh.
"You make me so wet... ever since I arrived."
My mind stalled at that revelation.
Does that mean it's not just me who's been horny? I made her feel this way too?
"Fuck... I don't even know what I want to do with you, you slutty mommy!"
Lena burst in then, opening the door without even knocking, making me regret not locking it.
"Mom? I need... oh, fuck!"
She stopped, eyes wide, focused on the scene: me naked, a 10-inch erect dick grazing our stepmom, her implied on all fours.
But instead of running away, Lena laughed softly, taking off her top. Her firm breasts bounced out, nipples already hard.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Let me join the fun." She joined us in the shower, her slender body pressing against my back. Her shorts fell, revealing her shaved pussy and perfect ass.
"Bro, you're bigger than I imagined," she said, her hand wrapping around my dick, jerking it slowly, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive head.
What came next was the craziest thing in my life.
Karla knelt first, her full lips swallowing the head of my dick, her tongue swirling around the glans while Lena sucked my balls, creating a greedy vacuum.
"Delicious fresh dick," Lena moaned, spitting on my balls before swallowing both at once. Besides the suction, a new sensation of massage was added to my testicles.
Karla took me deep, slobber running down her breasts, teary eyes fixed on mine.
"Cum in mommy's mouth, go on," she begged with my member still buried in her throat.
"Don't be greedy, Mom. Lena hasn't even tasted my dick yet." I spouted nonsense I'd read in some H-manga.
Right after, I pulled out of Karla's mouth and fucked Lena's mouth, grabbing her blonde hair, while Karla licked my sack, her own fingers working frantically on her pussy.
They kissed over my dick, tongues dueling on the head, saliva and pre-cum mixing together.
I couldn't hold on for much longer seeing that hot scene of mother and daughter.
I grabbed them both by the back of the neck, dick pulsing between their lips.
"I'm gonna cum... stay there!" Thick jets exploded, painting faces, breasts, hungry open mouths. Karla swallowed hers, Lena licking the rest off her mother's tits.
"This is just the beginning, bro," Lena winked, while Karla hugged me, my dick softening between her thighs.
I felt like I could keep going, but guilt hit me when I thought about my dad in the office, oblivious to all of this.
"Sorry you two, I have work to do, I'm going."
I said some nonsense with a serious expression and went up the stairs, feeling my legs a bit wobbly. The scent of the two women stuck to my skin like a reminder.
I locked myself in my room.
What was I going to do? Masturbate while I still had those scenes fresh in my memory?
Later that night, dinner was prepared a little later than usual.
When I went down to the dining room...
The two women exchanged knowing glances in the kitchen, Lena rubbing her ass on my dick as she passed, Karla blinking slowly, murmuring softly:
"Goodnight, sonny."
My dick was already hardening again. Problems? Yes, but the best ones of my life.