Women's secrets

My Husband's Son - Part One

I met Ivan after he separated from his first wife, Kelly. He was almost fifty and I was twenty-five. Ivan had taken on a more uninhibited side of his intimate life, which brought us closer. We both wanted to try new sensations and new experiments. Until then, Ivan had been nothing more than a well-behaved family man. But routine and age had led him to a new life. That's when I showed up.

He was the father of a boy a little younger than me, Jack. The boy was taller and stronger than Ivan. He was certainly better looking. It caught my attention. But the son was very reserved, the opposite of his father's behavior. I didn't want to get into trouble with my husband.

What was not lacking in our relationship were strong emotions, between us and with other good fuck partners. We had the most amazing sexual experiences. We even created a special room for our BDSM practices and other perversions.

It was also a fact that Jack didn't like me. He thought I was the reason his parents broke up. This was not true. I met Ivan sometime after the separation. Besides, our very active sex life annoyed the boy even more. I didn't know if it was jealousy or Jack's curiosity about our liberal ways. Several times I saw his eyes fixed on me or his father. A mixture of anger and disgust, at least that was what I understood.

Anyway, my relationship with my stepson was not the best. We barely spoke. Jack looked at me with the face of a friend, but over time I noticed other looks...new ways of looking at me. Although he rarely spoke to me, and when he did, it was only to despise me. But it became clear that part of it was also to defend the mother.

In short, there was a mixture of different emotions in him. An inner struggle that made him both tormented and very attractive at the same time. I love to analyze people and potential lovers. It's no wonder that I studied psychoanalysis.

But I certainly didn't expect much from Jack. I thought it would be a mixture of attraction and jealousy at most, and nothing more.

But one day, a Saturday afternoon, it happened. As always, Ivan was insatiable. There was no time or place, even at home. It started with a few caresses. It got hotter and hotter. As always, he asked. I climbed on top of him and rode him the way he liked it best.

But that day, Ivan was moaning. He was grabbing my breasts, twisting my nipples, and I was riding him... I heard a noise. I looked through the crack in the open door and noticed a presence, a look...

A frightened, embarrassed look. I thought it was one of the maids. I thought I was still at home. Maybe from a threesome in the late afternoon, there is nothing better than an unexpected ménage. But then I realized it was a man. I didn't know who. Ivan was more than moaning, he was shouting and screaming.

"Slut! Bitch!"

I picked up the pace and spanked Ivan with my ass. I swallowed the stem deeply, dug my nails into him, and scratched his chest. I imagined this would attract whoever was watching us from behind the door. Whoever it was, man or woman.

"Come, Ivan, come, come! Aaaa! Aaannhh!!!!"

He loves it when I talk like that. The guy can't hold on and he explodes. It didn't take long, he came and came all over me. Wetting me all over, inside and on my thighs. I lay there all sweaty and drooling, a little frustrated. If it had been one of the girls, it would have been more interesting. But the person just left.

We ended up sleeping. I don't even know how long. I woke up when the sun went down. I took a shower and put on a robe. I chose the short red silk one and went downstairs. I went to the kitchen. When I entered the visiting room, he was Jack, sitting in his father's chair. Staring at me in the way that few friends do, I entered.