Fucking My Stepson

So here I am. Watching my stepson fuck a junior nurse from my hospital. Cambridge hotel room. Except we're both dressed like we've stepped out of some bloke's wank fantasy.

Because we have, haven't we.

Few months since Italy. Since Sofia. Thought that would be enough.

Hasn't been though. Been carrying on with James. Can't stop. Won't stop.

Then came Lilly.

Twenty-four, from Newcastle. Surgical nurse, strawberry blonde, recently dumped. Noticed her looking at James when he collected me from work. That look. Know that look.

Boozy session in a wine bar and the confession just tumbled out. Her face when I explained Italy.

"Fuck me, Sarah. That's proper mental."

My hand on her knee. "You're gorgeous, Lilly. Highly fuckable."

She didn't move it.

One week later and I'm texting her: "Room 211. Stop at Ann Summers on the way. Size 10. White."

University Arms. Do Not Disturb sign I annotated before we even arrived: "...under any fucking circumstance!"

She arrived with the bag. Looked nervous.

"What's in there?" Tentative.

Pulled out the costume. That cheap white dress with the red cross. Stockings. Little cap. "This is for you."

Her eyes went wide. "You're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Then pulled out mine. White coat. Shorter than my actual one. Stockings. Stethoscope that's purely decorative. "We're going to give James exactly what every man fantasises about."

She started laughing. That slightly hysterical edge. "We're actual medical professionals."

"I know. That's what makes it perfect."

Got changed. Her in the bathroom, me in the room. When she came out I nearly lost it. That costume barely covered her arse. Stockings with the seam up the back. Little cap pinned in her hair.

"Christ, Lilly."

"Feel like a right idiot."

"You look incredible. Turn round."

She did. Slowly. Bit self-conscious but also getting into it. Could see it in her face.

My costume wasn't much better. White coat that ended mid-thigh. Stockings. Nothing underneath except skin.

"Sarah, man. You look mental."

"Good mental or bad mental?"

"Definitely good."

Sat her on the bed. Arranged the coat so it fell open. Professional staging this whole thing and hating myself slightly for knowing exactly what I'm doing.

James knocked.

Opened the door. His face.

"Fuck me," he breathed.

"That's the idea. Meet Lilly. She works with me. Thought you two should meet properly."

Her Geordie accent thicker: "Hiya, James."

He couldn't take his eyes off us. Both of us. Fantasy nurse and fantasy doctor. Except we're the real thing playing dress-up and that's doing something to him. Can see it.

"Show him what we were practicing," I said. Hand on her thigh. Over that stocking. Seam under my palm.

She kissed me. Still tentative but getting bolder.

Doctor brain trying to start: this is exploitation of professional--

Sarah. Fuck off.

---

He moved closer. Stood by the bed watching us and his breathing already changed. "Christ, keep going."

Kissed her again. Deeper. Her tongue against mine and my hand sliding up that stocking, over the seam, finding bare skin above it. She shivered.

"Alright?"

"Aye. Nervous like. But really good nervous."

Pushed her back on the bed and kissed her neck. Down between her tits. That cheap costume had a zip. Pulled it down slowly. No bra underneath. Took her nipple in my mouth.

She arched up. "Fuck. That's really good."

Sucked harder. Other hand on her breast. Pinching. She was squirming now, hips moving already.

James still watching. Hand on his cock through his trousers but not touching properly yet. Waiting for permission.

Good boy.

Kissed down her stomach. Twenty-four-year-old body. Flat. Smooth. That costume bunched up round her waist now.

Knelt between her legs. Her knickers soaked through. Could see it. Smell her.

"Ever had a woman do this?"

"Nah. Never like."

"Want me to?"

"Please..."

Hooked my fingers in. Pulled them down. She was spread open now except for stockings and that stupid cap still pinned in her hair somehow.

Cunt pink. Glistening. Waxed smooth.

Leaned in. Kissed her inner thigh and she jumped. Kissed higher. Other thigh. Making her wait. Her breathing getting faster.

"Sarah, man. Please."

"Please what?"

"You know what."

"Say it..."

She went red. "Lick us. Please."

Us. Geordie for me. Love that!

Put my mouth on her. Tongue flat against her cunt, with a long slow lick from bottom to top.

She cried out. "Ah fuck. Ah Jesus."

Licked again. Found her clit. Circled it. Light pressure. Her hands in my hair. Gripping hard. Not sure if she knew she was doing it.

"Oh fuck. That's proper mental."

Sucked her clit into my mouth and she nearly came off the bed. Thighs clamping round my head. Had to push them open. Hold them down.

James moved. Sat beside her. His hand on her breast. Fingers and tongue on her nipple.

Increased the pressure. Tongue working her clit properly now. Rhythm building. Could feel her getting close. Muscles tensing...

Slid two fingers inside her. Easy. So wet. Curled them up. Found that spot.

She screamed, a proper Northern lass scream.

"Jesus fuck Sarah. There. Right there like..."

Kept going. Tongue on her clit and James pinching her nipples. All of us working her and I can feel it building in her, that tension, and shut up Sarah, just feel it.

She came hard. Whole body going rigid, gushing over my fingers. Over my face. Fuck!

Pulled back and wiped my mouth, looked up at her. Face completely wrecked and her eyes unfocused.

"Fucking hell, man," she gasped. "That was... I can't..."

James kissed her deep, tasting herself on his tongue probably. She melted into it. I stood up. Stripped off the coat. Nothing underneath. Just stockings and suspenders. James's eyes on me. That look.

"Come here." My voice. Authority. "Both of you. Floor."

Lilly looked confused. Still on the bed. Still catching her breath. "What?"

"You heard me. On your knees. Now."

James stood. Started undressing. Shirt then trousers then boxers. Cock hard. Big. Lilly's eyes widening.

"Bloody hell, man," she breathed.

He moved to stand in front of the bed and I gestured Lilly down. She slid off. Unsteady. Knelt on the carpet. Still in that nurse costume and stockings.

I knelt beside her. Close. Our bare shoulders touching.

"You're going to learn how James likes it," I told her. Hand on his thigh. "Watch me first."

Leaned forward. Took him. All the way. Back of my throat and hold it there. Look up at him.

His hand in my hair. Gentle. "Christ, Sarah."

Pulled back. Licked up the underside. Tongue flat. Then just the tip. Circling.

Lilly was watching. Mouth slightly open. Breathing fast.

Pulled off completely. "Your turn."

She leaned forward. Tentative. Licked him. Small lick.

"Take him properly. He won't break."

She took him in her mouth. Just the head though. Careful. Teeth scraped slightly.

"Lips over your teeth," I said. Hand on the back of her head but not pushing. Just there. "Watch."

Demonstrated again. Took him deep. No teeth. Smooth.

Her eyes on me. Learning.

"Now together."

We both leaned in. Started at the base. Licked up either side and our tongues meeting at the top. That kiss. His cock between our lips. Taste of him. Taste of her lipgloss.

James made a sound. Strangled. Hand gripping the bedframe.

"Fuck," he managed. "That's..."

Lilly pulled back slightly. Looked at me. "Like that?"

"Exactly like that. Good girl."

We worked him together. Taking turns. Her on the head while I licked his shaft. Me taking him deep while she sucked his balls. Then that kiss again. His cock between us. Our tongues touching. Her eyes on mine. Then both of us looking up at him.

He was done. Head back. Breathing harsh. Trying not to come and failing.

"Please," he gasped. "Sarah, I can't... if you keep doing that I'm going to..."

Pulled back. "Not yet you're not."

Lilly made a disappointed sound. "But I was enjoying that."

"Plenty of time for that later. But right now I want to watch him fuck you."

Her eyes went wide. "Oh. Aye. Right."

"On the bed. On your back."

She scrambled up. Lay back. Legs falling open automatically. Still wet from earlier.

James positioned himself between her legs and then that look at me. Checking.

Nodded. "Go on."

He pushed in. Slowly. Watching her face.

She gasped. Hands gripping his shoulders. "Ah Christ. So full like."

All the way in. Buried completely and he stayed there. Letting her adjust. Sweet boy.

"Alright?" he asked.

"Aye. Move. Please move."

He started. Slow thrusts. Building rhythm. Her tits bouncing with each one and she's still in the stockings. That nurse costume bunched up round her waist. Little cap somehow still there.

Sat on the chair by the bed. Good view from here. My stepson fucking my colleague. Both of them young. Beautiful. Me in just stockings and this decorative stethoscope still round my neck. Obscene.

My hand between my own legs. Couldn't help it. Watching them. His arse flexing with each thrust. Her legs wrapping round him. The sounds. Nothing like the mechanical Friday night efforts at home where David finishes in three minutes, lights off, before rolling over to check his phone.

"Harder," Lilly gasped. "Fuck us harder."

He obeyed. Increased his pace. The bed creaking. Her gasping with each thrust.

"That's it," I said. Rubbing my clit. Slow circles. "Give her what she needs."

James looked at me. Didn't stop fucking her. Eyes dark. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that."

Lilly's eyes on me too now. Watching me touch myself while James fucked her and something passed between us. Understanding. Want.

"Sarah," she breathed. "Come here. Please."

Stood. Moved to the bed. Sat beside her head. She turned. Looked up at me.

"Want you," she said. "While he's... want to taste you."

Oh fuck.

Swung my leg over. Straddled her face and she didn't hesitate. Grabbed my thighs. Pulled me down onto her mouth.

Her tongue on me immediately. Eager. Enthusiastic. Not experienced but fuck did she try. Licking. Sucking. Finding my clit.

James still fucking her. Could see him over her body. His cock sliding in and out. Wet. Covered in her.

Jesus.

"That's good," I managed. Hand in her hair. "Such a good girl. Making your consultant come while getting fucked by her stepson."

Filthy. Shouldn't talk like that. Can't stop though.

She moaned against me. Vibrations. Her tongue working faster. James fucking her harder. All of us connected.

Wrong. So wrong.

"She's close," James said. Voice rough. "Can feel her cunt clenching."

"Don't you dare come yet," I told him. Authority voice. "Not until I say."

He groaned. Trying to hold back.

Her tongue though. Perfect now. Found the rhythm. That spot. That pressure.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Fuck. Yes. Right there. Don't stop."

She didn't.

My orgasm hit hard, grinding down on her face and probably suffocating her, didn't care, that clench and gasp and her tongue still working me through it.

Pulled off her. She was gasping. Face wet. Smiling though.

"Come," I told James. "Both of you. Now."

Lilly came first, crying out. "Ah fuck. Ah Jesus. James. Sarah. Fuck."

Then him. Few more hard thrusts and he came inside her with a grunt. Hands gripping her hips. Hard enough to bruise probably.

Silence. Just breathing. All of us catching our breath.

Then Lilly laughed. Slightly hysterical. "That was proper mental."

James pulled out. Collapsed beside her. "Completely mental."

I lay down on her other side. Three of us on the bed. Sweating. Wrecked. Still in stockings. That cap finally fell off her hair.

"Think that helped with the breakup?" I asked.

"Aye," Lilly said. Still laughing. "Think it might have."

Looked at her. Young. Pretty. Face wet from me sitting on it. James's come leaking out of her. That nurse costume bunched up round her waist.

What the fuck am I doing.

But also: when can we do this again.

---

"Sarah?" Lilly said after a minute.

"Yeah?"

"Can we... I mean... is this just once or..."

Left it hanging. Question in her eyes. Hope. Want.

Looked at James. He was watching us. Waiting for my answer.

"How much student loan you got left?" I asked.

She blinked. "What?"

"Student loan. How much?"

"Twenty-eight grand like. Why?"

"Because we should film this. OnlyFans. Split it three ways. You could clear that in six months."

Silence. Both of them staring at me.

"You're joking," James said.

"Do I ever joke about money?"

Lilly sat up. "You mean like... properly film it? With our faces?"

"We wear masks. Like that teaching assistant in Manchester. The one with the cuck husband."

Her eyes went wide. "The one who fucks--"

"That's the one. She's pulling five figures monthly. Different niche but same principle."

"Fuck me," Lilly breathed. "You've proper thought about this."

Had I though. Weeks probably. Since Italy maybe.

James was quiet. Thinking. "Dad can't ever find out."

"David barely knows I exist. He's not going to stumble onto OnlyFans."

Lilly was biting her lip. "I could actually clear my loan..."

"Clear your loan. Buy a place. Stop doing agency shifts. We're already doing this. Consultant and junior nurse with a fit twenty something? That's top tier fantasy right there."

"Christ, Sarah." James shaking his head but he was smiling. "You're actually serious."

"Completely serious."

Lilly looked at the two of us. At the hotel room. At her costume, then she started laughing. Proper laughing. "Alright. Fuck it. Let's do it."

"You're both insane," James said.

"Probably," I agreed. Reached for my phone on the bedside table. "But we might as well be insane and solvent. Right. Let's work out the logistics."

And that's how I ended up running an OnlyFans with my stepson and my junior nurse colleague.

Definitely not in the consultant handbook.