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It could be a myriad of reasons; the fact that it’s a beautiful day, that I’ve got some work done already, followed by a workout in my makeshift gym in the barn; it could even be because my coffee is exceptionally good. They would all be lies. I would love to tell Valerie that when I woke up, the scent of Cara still lingering on my fingers made me felt lighter and more energised than I have in ages. Instead, I lean against the worktop and take a sip of said coffee.
‘I’m happy it’s Sunday and dry – a perfect day to start the work on the fences.’
She scoffs. ‘And then have a good time with your right hand behind some hedgerows? You’re laughable.’
‘My right hand isn’t bad.’It made your daughter so wet last night.My cock is swelling at the thought of it.
For a second, uncertainty flickers across Valerie’s face. She parts her lips and her tongue comes out, pink against blood red. ‘You know nothing can compare to me.’
‘Yeah? It’s been so long I can’t remember.’
She moves closer, eyes narrowed. ‘Oh, you remember alright. My blow jobs are second to none,’ she snarls.
‘From memory, they’re pretty mediocre,’ I taunt and leisurely run my hand through my hair, still damp from my shower.
Her pungent perfume surrounds me as she steps up to me. Violet-blue eyes – so like her daughter’s, yet so different with their hard edge – glare at me.
‘You love my mouth; I can make you come in minutes.’
I don’t answer, just place my coffee on the worktop and look at her, challenging her. Long fingers with artfully painted nails cup my cock through my sweatpants. Triumph is shining in Valerie’s eyes when she finds it half hard. I hesitate for a moment – it’s half hard from thinking about her daughter. This situation is twisted. I should stop this, yet I find my cock swelling further as Valerie sinks to her knees, her fake leather pants squeaking. She yanks my meat out and with no delay, her wet tongue makes a hot track up the length, then swirls around the bulbous head.
A shudder goes through me, and I grip the worktop at my sides.Valerie is licking the cock that I fucked her daughter with last night.I swallow as my abs tighten and heat forms low in my stomach.
‘Your cock is the best thing about you. If only you had personality and style to match it,’ Valerie mocks, as she glances up at me through her fake lashes.
‘Shut up and suck,’ I snarl and shove it into her mouth. She momentarily gags but then shows me why I ended up marrying her. This bitch really can suck cock. I tilt my head back on a groan as she hollows her cheeks and bobs her head up and down my length. I grow in her mouth, turned on by the whole taboo scenario, by knowing how infuriated Valerie would be if she had any idea of what I’ve done. I almost laugh but moan instead as the pressure around my cock intensifies.
I look back down at my wife’s dark head as she works my length, drooling over my cock that disappears into her talented mouth. She cups my balls with one hand and digs her nails into my buttocks with the other.
A movement catches my eye.
Cara is standing in the doorway.
Cara, the young woman I fucked last night while she pretended to be sleeping, is watching me get head by her mother. Fuck if my cock didn’t just grow a few inches.
Her gaze clashes with mine and Cara freezes. Then she takes a step back while her bottom lip wobbles and her arms fold protectively around her stomach, above the nightdress she’s still wearing. Poor little girl. She looks ready to bolt, so I give her a half smile that cements her to her spot. Then I place both my hands on top of her mother’s head, controlling the movements, but also shielding Valerie from seeing my face.
Something changes on Cara’s face. Anger? She lifts her chin defiantly. Slowly, her hands drop. Her fingers tremble slightly as the tips graze the hem of her dress. My breath is caught in my throat. She lifts the dress. Slowly the hem creeps up her thighs.
The smirk drops from my lips.
‘Jesus,’ I mumble and my hips jerk. Valerie grunts as I spear her throat.
I’m transfixed on the show in front of me. I moan loudly as Cara’s panties are uncovered. Has Cara changed them from last night? Did it make her tummy flutter to walk down to breakfast, still wearing the panties that have traces of my cum? Did she want to wear them in front of her mother? Cara lifts the nightie higher, over her full, young, naked breasts.Touch them, I mouth, desperation in my soundless words.
She doesn’t.
She just stands there, insolently, so I repeat the quiet command with a snarl and narrowed eyes.
Her face softens and hesitantly, her hands cup her tits. Short nails digging into her pale skin, pulling lightly at the nipples.
‘Fuck, yeah,’ I growl, licking my lips. ‘That’s it.’
Valerie purrs around my shaft. I’d almost forgotten she was there. She slips my cock out of her mouth and I force my gaze away from her daughter. Lipstick is smeared and saliva is dripping from my wife’s chin.
‘You like that, yeah?’ Valerie says, her voice scratchy as she looks up at me. ‘You’ve never had anyone treat your cock as good as I do. Never will. No one else can deepthroat this beast of yours.’
‘Less talking,’ I growl and force my cock back between her lips. Her mouth is like a hoover, and I pant as my gaze zeroes in on the gorgeous young woman across the room. I wish I had a picture of Cara just like this, exposing her hourglass figure to her stepdaddy. Or a video that would capture how her chest lifts and falls with every shallow breath and how she’s clenching her legs together. Yeah, Cara may not want to be, but she’s turned on by this sick threesome; turned on by knowing I watch her behind her mother’s back.
