Fucking My Stepson

So here I am. Fucking my stepson in a hotel suite in Italy. Paid for by my husband. His father. Richard's idea of helping us bond.

Well. We've bonded alright.

Forty-eight hours of museums we didn't see. Culture we didn't absorb. Prosecco we definitely did drink. James and I discovering we both fancied the same hotel maid. Sofia. Twenty-something. Laddered stockings. Caught her snooping through my suitcase looking for God knows what.

Found her holding my glass dildo like she'd won the lottery.

So naturally we tied her to the bed.

You know. Standard response to intrusive hotel staff.

Life's stranger than fiction, yeah?

Been quite the weekend. Him discovering what happens when you stop pretending not to look at your stepmother's tits. Me discovering his cock feels better than twelve years of disappointing marriage to his father. Sofia discovering she's very much into being dominated by British tourists.

Everyone's learning something.

Right now she's tied to the four-poster. Vibrating dildo inside her. Nipple clamps on. Mascara destroyed. While I've just finished riding James on the chaise lounge like some demented Lady Chatterley.

His come leaking down my thigh. Her watching the whole thing. Begging for her turn.

Doctor brain noting the physiological responses. Can't turn it off. Even during a threesome.

Especially during a threesome apparently.

Christ, Sarah. What the actual fuck.

But also: I'm not stopping.

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I climbed off James. His cock slipped out of me. Wet. Covered in both of us. Could feel his come starting to leak down my thigh. Lovely. Really classy, Sarah.

Sofia was still tied to the bed. Still had the dildo inside her, vibrator buzzing away. Mascara properly smudged now. Tear tracks down her cheeks. Face flushed. Chest heaving.

'Please,' she begged again. Voice wrecked. 'Per favore, Signora, I need--'

'I know what you need.' Moved to the bed. Reached between her legs. Switched off the vibrator. She made a sound like I'd wounded her. 'James is going to give it to you.'

Pulled the dildo out slowly. Watched her cunt clench around it. Emptiness. The ridges catching on the way out. She whimpered.

Set it aside on the bedside table. Would need to wash that later. Hotel housekeeping definitely weren't getting that job.

'James.' Gestured him over. 'Come here.'

He stood. Walked to the bed. Still half-hard. Give him two minutes, he'd be ready again. Twenty-three. Obscene really.

'Untie her ankles,' I instructed. Realised I hadn't actually tied her ankles. When had that happened? Lost track. Didn't matter. 'Spread her legs wider.'

He put his hands on her knees. Pushed them apart. Wider. She was completely open now. Exposed. Cunt pink and swollen from the dildo. Glistening.

My brain doing its thing again: noting the vulval tissue response, the increased blood flow, the--

Sarah. Stop it.

But I couldn't. Doctor brain. Always there. Even when I'm orchestrating a threesome in an Italian villa.

Especially then apparently.

'Get between her legs,' I told James. Sat down on the chair by the bed. Good view from here. 'Go on.'

He positioned himself. Knelt between her thighs. His cock had recovered. Properly hard again. Youth. Wasted on the young really.

Watched him guide himself to her entrance. Watched the tip push against her. Watched her cunt stretch around him.

She made a sound. High. Desperate.

He pushed in. Slowly. All the way. Until he was buried fully inside her.

Christ. That was obscene. My stepson's cock inside a hotel maid we'd tied up. In my husband's suite. With my husband's son's come still leaking out of me onto this expensive chair.

What the fuck, Sarah. What the actual fuck.

But also: God that's hot.

'How does she feel?' I asked. Conversational. Like we were discussing the weather.

'Tight,' he managed. 'Really tight. Wet.'

'Good.' Watched him start to move. Slow thrusts. Building rhythm. Sofia's tits bouncing with each one. The nipple clamps swinging. 'Faster.'

He obeyed. Increased his pace. Harder. The sound of skin hitting skin. Wet sounds. Her gasping. His breathing getting rough.

My hand between my own legs now. Couldn't help it. Watching them fuck. His arse flexing with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around him. Still in those stockings with the ladder.

Rubbed my clit. Slow circles. Still sensitive from coming on his cock ten minutes ago.

'Does she feel different from me?' I asked. Stupid question. Petty. Couldn't stop myself.

James looked at me. Didn't stop fucking her. 'Yes. Different. Not better. Just different.'

Diplomatic. Good boy.

Sofia made a sound. Louder. Getting close.

'Don't you dare come yet,' I told her. Sharper. Authority voice. 'Not until I say so.'

'I can't... I can't hold...' she gasped.

'You can.' Firmer now. Like telling a registrar to keep their hand steady during a difficult procedure. 'You will. Or I'll tie you up again and leave you like that all night.'

Didn't mean it. Probably. But she didn't know that.

She bit her lip. Trying. Whole body tense. Fighting it.

James was close too. Could tell by his breathing. The way his rhythm was getting erratic.

'Pull out,' I instructed.

He looked confused. 'What?'

'Pull out of her. Come stand here.'

He withdrew. Sofia made a disappointed sound. Her cunt was swollen. Red. Used.

James came over to me. Cock still hard. Wet from being inside her.

'Your turn,' I told Sofia. 'Untie yourself. Come here.'

She fumbled with the knots. Took her a minute. Hands shaking. Finally got free. Climbed off the bed. Unsteady on her feet. Still wearing just the stockings and the nipple clamps.

'On your knees,' I said. Pointed to the floor in front of me.

She knelt. Looked up at me. Waiting.

God that look. Submissive. Eager. Desperate.

'You're going to make me come,' I told her. 'With your mouth. While James fucks you from behind. And when I come, you're allowed to come. Not before. Understand?'

She nodded.

'Say it.'

'I understand, Signora.'

'Good girl.'

She moved forward. Between my legs. I was still sitting in the chair. Skirt round my waist. No knickers. Legs spread.

Her hands on my thighs. Tentative. Checking if this was really happening.

'Well?' I said. 'Get on with it.'

She leaned in. Kissed my inner thigh. Soft. Then higher. Then her mouth on me.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Warm. Wet. Her tongue finding my clit. Circling it. She knew what she was doing. Experience. Good.

James had moved behind her. Positioned himself. I watched over her head as he pushed back inside her. One hard thrust. She moaned against me. Vibrations. Christ.

They found a rhythm. Him fucking her. Her eating me out. Her mouth moving with each thrust from him. Sloppy. Enthusiastic. Not elegant but effective.

My hand in her hair. Gripping. Holding her where I wanted her. Her tongue doing exactly the right thing. Pressure. Speed. Pattern.

Where did a twenty-something Italian hotel maid learn to eat pussy like this?

Not the time, Sarah.

His hands on her hips. Pulling her back onto his cock. Hard. Each thrust pushing her face harder against me.

The sounds. Wet. Rhythmic. Her moaning. Him grunting. My own breathing getting faster.

Close. Getting close.

'That's it,' I breathed. 'Just like that. Don't stop.'

She didn't. Kept going. Even as he fucked her harder. Even as her own orgasm was clearly building. Could see it in her body. The tension.

'Good girl,' I murmured. 'Such a good girl. Making your Signora come. Taking cock like a proper little slut.'

Filthy. Shouldn't talk like that. But couldn't stop. Brain disconnected from mouth.

She moaned harder. Liked that apparently. The degradation.

Noted for later.

Wait. Later? There wasn't going to be a later. We were flying home tomorrow.

Pushed that thought away. Not now.

James was close. 'Sarah, I'm going to--'

'Not yet,' I snapped. 'Wait for me.'

He groaned. Trying to hold back. Twenty-three-year-old trying not to come. Good luck with that.

Sofia's tongue. Perfect. Exactly right. That spot. That pressure.

'Oh fuck,' I gasped. 'Fuck. Yes. There. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop.'

She didn't.

My orgasm hit. Hard. Clenching. Gasping. Hand fisted in her hair. Probably hurting her. Didn't care.

'Now,' I managed. 'Both of you. Come now.'

Sofia first. Her whole body went rigid. Crying out against me. Vibrations through my cunt. Prolonging my own orgasm.

Then James. Slamming into her. Coming inside her with a grunt. Hands gripping her hips. Probably leaving bruises.

Three of us. Coming together. Sweating. Gasping. Tangled mess of bodies.

For a moment. Silence. Just breathing.

Then Sofia collapsed forward. Head on my thigh. Exhausted.

James pulled out. Sat back on his heels. Looked dazed.

I looked down at Sofia's head on my leg. Her hair everywhere. Mascara properly destroyed now. Nipple clamps still on. One had loosened slightly.

Reached down. Took them off carefully. She winced. Blood rushing back. Painful.

'Sorry,' I murmured. Rubbed her nipples gently. Helping the circulation. Medical training. Can't turn it off.

She looked up at me. Eyes unfocused. 'That was...'

'I know.'

James had moved to lie on the bed. Starfish position. Done in.

Sofia still between my legs. Not moving.

My brain starting to catch up now. Post-orgasm clarity. The worst.

What the fuck have we done.

We tied up and fucked a hotel employee. In a foreign country. That's... that's got to be illegal somehow. Or at least very sackable for her. What if she reports us? What if she wants money? What if--

'Signora?' Sofia's voice. Quiet.

'Yes?'

'Can I... can I stay? Little bit? I don't have to go back to work for two hours.'

Oh.

Oh that's... not what I expected.

'You want to stay?' I asked.

'Si. If is okay. Was very good. I like.'

James laughed from the bed. Slightly hysterical. 'She wants to stay.'

'I heard.'

Looked down at her. Pretty girl. Satisfied girl. Not traumatised. Not angry. Just... satisfied.

'Alright,' I said. 'Stay. But you need to have a shower first. You're a mess.'

She grinned. 'You made me a mess, Signora.'

Cheeky cow.

But she was right.

She got up. Headed to the bathroom. Turned at the door. 'Maybe... maybe tomorrow before you leave? We could...'

Left it hanging.

James and I looked at each other.

'We'll see,' I said.

She disappeared into the bathroom. Heard the shower start.

I stood up. Legs shaky. Walked to the bed. Lay down next to James.

'Well,' he said after a minute.

'Well indeed.'

'Think Dad will notice anything different about us when we get home?'

Laughed. Couldn't help it. Slightly unhinged laugh. 'Doubt it. He doesn't notice anything.'

True. Sad. But true.

'What do we do about her?' He gestured toward the bathroom.

'Nothing. She's an adult. She wanted it. We wanted it. Everyone's happy.'

'Is everyone happy?'

Thought about it. Was I happy? Lying in a hotel bed in Italy. Having just orchestrated a threesome with my stepson and a hotel maid. My husband at home thinking we're bonding over museums.

'Yeah,' I said. Surprised. 'Actually yeah. I am.'

He turned his head to look at me. 'Good.'

We lay there. Listening to the shower. To Sofia singing something in Italian. Off-key.

Tomorrow we'd fly home. Back to Cambridge. Back to reality. Back to pretending.

But right now. This moment. This perfect, fucked-up, inappropriate moment.

I'd take it.