Chapter 2: My girlfriend's Sexy daughter (Marcus’s POV)

Chapter 2: My girlfriend's Sexy daughter (Marcus’s POV)

I met this recently divorced woman who’s really into me, and honestly, the chemistry between us is off the charts. Her name is Bianca She’s older than me, but I don’t mind that at all and from what I can tell, she doesn’t either. She’s been craving attention and excitement after her marriage fell apart, and I’m more than happy to give it to her. For me, it’s all about the fun. No strings, no heavy commitments, just pure pleasure. When she invited me to move into her house after just a few weeks of seeing each other, I didn’t hesitate. Why turn down free room and a woman who can’t keep her hands off me?

I moved in not too long ago, and let me tell you, this place has some serious perks I wasn’t expecting. Her daughter, Beverly, is one of the sexiest, hottest, and prettiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on. The moment I arrived at the front door with my bags, she was the one who opened it for me. She stood there in this tight white tank top that left very little to the imagination. Fuck, she has the nicest pair of boobs I’ve ever seen full, round, straining against the thin fabric. Her nipples were pointy and clearly visible, poking through like they were begging for attention. That sight hit me instantly. I felt my cock twitch and start to throb in my jeans, swelling up so fast I had to shift my stance to hide how hard I was getting right there on the doorstep.

I tried not to stare, but damn, it was difficult. My eyes kept drifting back to her chest, tracing the soft curves and those perfect, hardened nipples. She’s got this innocent-yet-tempting look about her that makes my mind race with all kinds of filthy thoughts. I think she might have noticed my lingering stares. There was a brief flash of discomfort in her eyes, but I played it cool. After all, I’m here with her mom. I’m not trying to complicate things… at least not openly.

I’ve got a deep voice and a natural confidence that seems to drive her mom wild, and I make no apologies for it.

The nights are the best part of all this. I can tell her mom absolutely loves the way I fuck and caress her body. She’s so responsive, like she’s been starving for this kind of raw attention since her divorce. We usually start with plenty of foreplay, but she gets turned on so quickly that things heat up fast.

I began by kissing her deeply, then moved lower, smooching and sucking on her nipples. I grabbed her full breasts firmly and sucked them hard, like I wanted to pull them from their roots. She was loving every second of it. The way she screamed and arched her back told me exactly how much pleasure she was feeling. Even when I tried to catch my breath, she pressed my head back down against her chest, holding me there with desperate need. It was clear she didn’t want me to stop.

But the whole time, I couldn’t help myself. I kept imagining those were Beverly’s breasts instead, those perfect, round, busty tits I’d seen straining against her tank top on the day I moved in, with those beautiful pointy nipples poking through the fabric. I fantasized about doing this exact same thing to her, sucking harder, making her moan my name instead. The forbidden thought made me even rougher with her mom.

I slid my hand between her legs and felt how soaking wet she already was. That was all the invitation I needed. I got right into it, positioning myself and thrusting deep inside her. I fucked her like it was my last night on earth, hard, fast, and relentless. She screamed so loudly that the sound filled the entire room, her voice breaking with every stroke. Part of me thought about how disturbing it must be for the other person staying in the house, Beverly, just down the hall but I guess her mom didn’t care at all. If anything, it seemed to turn her on even more.

We finished the first round with her shaking and gasping beneath me. She got up to use the restroom, still flushed and satisfied, while I slipped on my boxers and headed downstairs to grab some water. The house was quiet except for the faint creak of the floorboards under my feet.

That’s when I heard it.

Tiny, soft moans drifting from Beverly’s room. They were muffled but unmistakable breathless little sounds, like someone trying hard to stay quiet but failing. My cock, which had barely softened after the first round, sprang back to life instantly. It stood up harder and longer than before, throbbing painfully against the fabric of my boxers. It was almost like it had a mind of its own, pointing straight toward the direction of her door, pulsing with fresh hunger.

I stood there in the hallway for a moment, water glass in hand, listening to those secret moans. My mind raced with possibilities. Was she touching herself? Thinking about what she’d heard us doing? The thought made my erection twitch even harder. I had to fight the urge to walk straight to her room and open the door. I went back upstairs.

We continued like animals in heat for what felt like an eternity. I’ve lost count, five rounds, maybe seven? Each one blurred into the next. Her mom was insatiable, riding me, bending over for me, letting me take her in every position I wanted. The room smelled of sweat and sex, the sheets soaked beneath us. I fucked her hard and deep, pounding into her until her voice grew hoarse from screaming my name. Every thrust was fueled by the dirty secret in my head: I was imagining Beverly the entire time.

By the time we finally collapsed, exhausted and spent, the sun was almost creeping up. We drifted off into a heavy sleep, her body curled against mine.

This morning, though, the real tension started. I noticed Beverly’s gaze the second I walked into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, pretending to scroll on her phone, but her eyes kept flicking toward me. There was something different in the way she looked at me,curious, maybe even a little heated. I stared right back, letting my eyes roam over her body without shame. The memory of those soft, muffled moans I’d heard coming from her room last night played on repeat in my mind. She’d definitely been touching herself. Fingering that tight young pussy while listening to me destroy her mother. The thought made my cock twitch even now.

Because of it, I turned up the flirtiness with her mom on purpose. I wanted Beverly to watch. I pulled her mom close while she was making coffee, sliding my hands around her waist and kissing her neck right there in the open. When she bent over to grab something from the fridge, I spanked her ass hard and loud, sharp smacks that echoed through the kitchen. Her mom giggled and playfully scolded me, but I could tell she loved the attention.

Deep down, though, every spank was meant for Beverly. I was imagining it was her round, firm, juicy ass I was slapping. That succulent, mouth-watering ass that jiggles just right when she walks. She has this habit of wearing really short skirts or tiny shorts around the house, and half the time I’m convinced she’s not wearing any panties underneath. The way the fabric rides up, teasing the smooth skin of her thighs and the curve where her ass meets her legs… it drives me crazy. I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose to thirst-trap me or if that’s just how she normally dresses. Either way, it’s working.

Every time I glance at her, the burning obsession inside me grows stronger. This lust I have for Beverly is no longer just a passing fantasy. It’s becoming something I can’t control. The more I hear her at night, the more I catch her staring, the more I want to make it real. I want to sneak into her room, pin her down, and finally give her what she’s been craving while listening to us.

One thing is for sure this obsession is only going to get more intense. And soon, very soon, I’m going to act on it. I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I only want her mother.