The Shadow of Winston
The first time I saw her was at the upscale bar downtown. Shreya. My star marketing employee — early twenties, black wavy hair, creamy skin, and those long lashes framing big brown eyes. She was sitting alone at the counter in her tight white button-down blouse and short navy miniskirt, looking lost in thought.
I knew exactly who she was waiting for.
My son, Ethan.
What she didn’t know was that the sweet, gentle boyfriend she’d been dating for months was my son. And I knew everything.
That night, something shifted.
She went to the restroom. I followed. The moment the door locked behind us, I caged her against the marble counter. She gasped, “Mr. Winston… what are you doing?”
I didn’t answer with words. I answered with my hands, my mouth, my body. I fucked her hard and raw right there, making her squirt for the first time in her life while she screamed my name — “Jake!” — as I filled her with my cum.
She walked out of that bathroom ruined, legs shaky, my seed still dripping down her thighs… only to be introduced to “her boyfriend’s father” minutes later.
That was only the beginning.
