Guilty Mind: Short Story Collection of Erotica

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Under Her Watchful Eye

A light knock on the wash room’s door startled the son, producing him to immediately tighten the towel around his lean waist.

“Yes?” He replied, a tinge of annoyance hidden in his voice.

“I’m deeply sorry to disturb you, but your father is on the phone. He would like to speak to you,” the elderly butler informed him.

“I’ll be out shortly. Give me a moment,” the son responded briskly.

Inspecting himself once more, he made his way to the rest room door and turned the knob to its right, pushing it open. Glancing about the room, he realized by then the butler had exited the bedroom. Beside the son’s bed, the butler had placed the phone facing up. He walked over to the phone, swiftly raising it to his ears.

“Hey dad, I’m here,” the son greeted.

“It’s good to hear your voice. I spoke to your stepmother. She said you were in the wash room, I didn’t mean to interrupt.

“Oh no,” the son intervened quickly. “As a matter of fact, I was preparing to step into the room. How’s it going in Seattle?”

“I would’ve wished to go sightseeing,” his father chuckled lightly on the other end of the line, “but I have another meeting set up in about 15 minutes. I should be arriving there momentarily.”

“We’ll take a trip there next time, just you and me,” his son smiled childlike.

“Splendid. I have to go, but make sure to give me a call if you need anything. Tell your stepmother I said the same. Talk to you soon, son,” his father parted, before ending the call afterward.

The son set the phone back in its place, a broad grin remaining settled on his face.

“Well I’ll be, I haven’t seen a body like that since my younger days,” a sultry voice complimented from the bedroom door.

Turning steadily to his left, his gaze darted to the source of the voice. His stepmother had proceeded to lean against the doorframe with a hand on her hip, her lips forming into a sly smile. Eyebrows scrunched, the son disregarded her comment immediately.

“That was my father. He briefly stated if there is anything you need, just give him a call,” he promptly interjected.

The stepmother didn’t respond as quickly as he anticipated, remaining still and silent. Meanwhile, her eyes slowly roamed her stepson’s lean body, charmed by the rod imprint prodding against the towel.

After a momentary silence, the stepmother tilted her head upwards in a show of exaggeration.

“Hm. I’ll keep that in mind,” she finally replied.

The stepson exhaled slowly as his eyes were fixed on hers, attempting to gain patience with the woman.

“If that is all,” he cleared his throat. “I’d like to get ready.”

“Of course. Don’t let me keep you waiting.”

As if, he thought to himself as he turned his back on her, suggesting her presence wasn’t wanted anymore.

“Be back by dinner, the chef is making your favorite tonight.”

Before he could utter a word, he heard her heels click against the marble floor leading away from his bedroom door.

Shaking his head, the son puzzled over what his father could have seen in his new wife.

After a couple of hours of a grueling game with his best friend, the son signaled time out, running towards his gym bag. Leaning forward, he reached inside, grasping his water bottle. As he gulped down the water quickly, his best friend sprinted to his side, patting his back.

“Good game,” his best friend commended while striving to get his breathing back to normal.

He nodded his head in agreement, his chest rising and falling at a slow, steady pace.

“As much as I want to crush you in this game, I have a dinner to go to,” he stated, wiping his face with his forearm.

“Do I know her?” His best friend questioned, wiggling his eyebrows simultaneously.

“As it happens, you do. My stepmother,” he affirmed, picking up his gym bag and setting the strap on his shoulders.

“What I would do to her if she stayed at my place,” his best friend disclosed as he smacked the air with his palm, imagining it being the woman’s backside.

“If only,” he replied, wishing it was anywhere else but his home.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t really looked at her at least once.”

“No, I honestly haven’t. I can’t stand the woman. She constantly appears out of thin air and continues to stand there, watching me without saying a word at times,” he admitted.

“Sounds like she may have a thing for her third husband’s son,” he chuckled.

He punched his friend on the arm.

“I’ll catch up with you later.”

His friend laughed obnoxiously, pounding his fist with his before saying goodbye.

He pushed his bedroom door open, swinging his gym bag to the corner of the room as the door closed behind him. He let out a deep sigh as he grasped the hem of his shirt, sliding it up over his head before tossing it into the laundry chute. He continued to remove his athletic shorts, kicking it into the chute as well.

As he made his way to the bathroom door, he abruptly stopped. All else was quiet except for the water running from the shower head. A look of confusion crossed his face as he turned the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. The steam enveloped him quickly as he carried on further into the room.

From where he stood, he witnessed the silhouette of a woman behind the hazy glass door, washing herself as she was oblivious to his presence. His eyes took in the situation, until they met with the pile of clothes thrown beside the shower. Immediately they appeared to be familiar to him as he walked towards them. Leaning forward, he gripped one of the garments off the floor. The aroma of the perfume instantly answered his uncertainty.

He reached out to the door of the shower, swiftly sliding them open. His stepmother jumped up, startled by the cold air rushing in and the noise the door had created. She turned around, facing him stark naked. Her gaze remained on his as she revealed herself to him with no hesitation.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demanded furiously.

“I didn’t think you’d be home,” she stated calmly.

“You said to be home on time for dinner. And just why are you using my wash room and not yours?” He interrogated.

“The pump for the hot water needs to be fixed,” she said simply.

“Out of five rooms in this house, you chose to use mine,” he gritted through his teeth.

“I like yours better,” she retorted.

Inhaling slowly, he closed his eyes. Any wrong sudden movements could have him end up in jail.

“Get out,” he expressed with finality.

“I’m not finished,” she said, as she turned her back on him, continuing to massage the Dove soap on her body.

His eyes grew darker as a low growl traveled from his chest, escaping through his clenched teeth. Without thought, he reached out and seized the woman by her hair, pulling her back forcibly until she was completely out of the shower.

“How dare you!” She screeched at the top of her lungs, slapping his hands away from her.

“Final warning,” he threatened, standing firmly in place.

“You can’t touch me, even if you wanted,” she smirked devilishly as she folded her arms in defiance.

Closing the few inches between them, he shot out his arm as he squeezed around the woman’s throat, causing her to claw her fingers at his. She stared wide-eyed at him as her face became a darker shade of red. Before her eyes could close completely, he lifted her by the neck and strode to the sink, slamming her down as he released his grip on her.

She coughed frantically, attempting to catch a breath. Her left hand massaged her chest as the other did the same with her neck.

“When your father hears about this,” she wheezed, “I will make sure he disowns you.”

He chuckled in amusement, taking her threats lightly.

“This isn’t over,” he countered as he pushed the woman back.

Before she could say a word, he gripped his manhood and plunged inside her hole. Shrieking loudly, she gripped the edge of the sink as he slammed back in each time he pulled back. His hands held on tight to her shoulder, forcing his stepmother to take in every inch of his erection. Her breasts bounced about wildly, causing his right hand to slide towards her left mound, pinching her bud as he massaged it as well.

She groaned underneath, her eyes rolling back as the pain was met with immense pleasure. He continued to stroke in violently, his right hand brushing downwards until his fingers touched her pearl. The stepmother’s body jerked at once, as she attempted to escape his wrath. Clasping her neck once again, he pinned her down as he steadily massaged her pearl in circles. She bit her lip as she whimpered in ecstasy, grinding her hips against his pressing finger. Suddenly, her legs trembled repeatedly as an orgasm surged throughout her body. His grip loosened as her moan grew high-pitched, her mouth in the form of an O. As the euphoria dissipated slowly, he pulled back from her secret place.

He studied the woman as she remained in place, her legs spread apart as her hooded eyes gazed up at him. He hadn’t expected to take pleasure in screwing his stepmother, but he yearned to continue on with her. Instead he took a few steps back, causing the woman to sit up quickly.

“We’re not finished,” she stated in a hushed tone. On her cheeks remained a hue of pink from the previous orgasm.

As he turned to walk away, she reached out, interrupting his movement. She slid down from the sink’s counter and positioned herself on her knees, facing his manhood. His hands brushed the top of her hair before grasping a handful of hair and pushing her head in closer. As she opened her mouth and accepted him inside, he thrust in swiftly producing a choking sound from her throat. Without ceasing, he continued to pull back and forth while the woman kept her arms by her side, taking him in completely.

The hatred for his stepmother seeped through as he jammed his manhood entirely in her mouth. He held on as he drove in deeper, the woman gagging every few seconds.

“You’re not finished,” he declared as she attempted to pry off his tight grip.

The veins on her forehead pulsed rapidly as her eyes fluttered to stay open. Only then did he thrust back, allowing the woman to catch her breath. Gripping her hair once again, he rolled it around his hand once then dragged her along as if she was on a leash. Raising his hand, the stepmother lifted herself off the floor while he pushed her against the edge of the sink, widening her legs with his. With a swift motion, he forced his shaft into her secret place and watched as her backside smacked against his groin area.

Clasping her neck from behind, he compelled his stepmother to move herself back on him. He slapped her backside repeatedly, the woman wincing below. As she plunged his rod back and forth inside her, he spread her cheeks apart, slipping his thumb in her anus. She moaned in satisfaction, sliding in deeper until she was screwing both his shaft and thumb. Suddenly, the stepmother shuddered vigorously as she experienced another wave of orgasm.

He removed his manhood from her secret place, taking in his stepmother’s pleasure. As she gradually regained her composure, she turned herself over, the cold bathroom tile floor cooling her down.

“Like I said earlier, get out,” he demanded, tossing a towel on her.

The stepmother scoffed as she did what she was told, wrapping the towel around her petite body.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” she winked before making her way out the bathroom door and into his bedroom.

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