with your mother and then fuck her daughter two months after she died? What kind of man does that make me?”
“What kind of daughter does that make me? Was that what your next words were going to be?”
“No, Stassi. It’s different for you. You trust me and you know I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re still my mother’s widower.” She winces. “It’s hard for me to wrap my brain around that too, you know. But you’re right, it is different for me. You were always this untouchable man. The one I couldn’t have. I made myself hate you because I wanted you for myself and I couldn’t have you…and then I turn eighteen and something really terrible happens to me. And it was like the grief and the anger at the world for taking her from me was quieted by the lust and want I had coursing through me over…you. I know that makes me a shitty person. To want you…to seduce you—”
“You didn’t seduce me, Stassi. I’m a grown man and you are incredible in so many ways, any red-blooded man would be a fool not to want you. If you weren’t your mother’s daughter, I’d be fucking you senseless right this second, but you are who you are. We have to end things here because things would become too messy at home. Even if no one found out, how would either of us ever move on if we continued this affair behind closed doors? Don’t you want to meet someone? Someone you can be with out there…” I ask her as I point towards the window to the outside. “Not someone you have to sneak around with in the dead of night or flee the state to somewhere that no one knows you?”
I can sense the wheels turning in her head and I hope maybe she’s understanding what I’m saying, because it will be ten times harder to live under the same roof with her if we aren’t on the same page about this. “I just don’t see why we can’t finish out the weekend.” She moves up next to me and before I can think or move or make an effort to stop her, she’s straddling me and moving her naked body up and down on my covered cock.
“Stassi…” I groan, but the way I’m rising between us, I know my willpower is withering with every stroke of her pussy against me. She rubs her nose against mine and across my cheek and down my neck before placing a kiss behind my ear and rubbing her tongue across the pulse flickering in my neck. I’m just about to give in to both my desires and hers when she slides off my lap to the floor in front of me.
She runs her fingertips up my thighs and separates my legs before those soft delicate hands find my dick. She rubs me through my boxers, and I assume she’s preparing to free me from my briefs, but instead, she raises up on her knees and presses her lips to my cock through the fabric. I lean back to get a better look at her and just as her eyes meet mine she runs her sinful tongue along the fabric. Spit finds the corners of her mouth as she sucks me through my underwear. She completely wets the fabric, leaving a dark wet spot on the navy briefs. “Do you want it?” I ask her. My voice is hoarse with the way I’m trying to restrain myself. I’m at war at this moment with how easy I gave in to Stassia’s seduction. I told myself, last night was the last time and here I am letting her perfect brown eyes and perfect brown nipples sway me into letting her ride my cock until I come inside of her.
She frees my cock and stands, straddling me again and sliding herself agonizingly slow down my length. I groan with every inch she takes of me and the second she’s completely full of me, with that delectable ass resting against my thighs she begins to move up and down using my shoulders as leverage.
She’s been having sex for two days and she’s a fucking goddess. Jealousy surges through me at the thought that someone else will get to see this side of her. That despite the caveman attitude I’ve had, she isn’t mine.
She’s mine in this moment.
That’s all I have.
This weekend.
This moment.
I palm her smooth ass, pulling her harder against me with every downward