THEA
Massio leads me down the corridor, and my heart pounds against my chest with each step. “Massio, what are we doing?” The last time I was down here, I was a small child, and after witnessing my mother fucking the pool boy, I promised myself I’d never step into their private quarters again.
Massio pushes open a door and pulls me inside.
The moment we step in, I want to leave.
The door clicks shut behind us.
“This is your mother’s bedroom.” He tells me as if I don’t know already.
“Okay?”
I spin in the room. It’s a pigsty, and she’s barely been back twenty-four hours yet. There’re clothes and makeup strewn everywhere, shoes and shopping bags covering the floor. I’m ashamed of her lack of self-control; people work so hard for money, and she spends it so freely. I ask myself why my father hasn’t left her; surely, one huge payout is better than numerous daily allowances?
“We’re going to fuck on her sheets,” Massio declares, and my mouth falls open. He can’t be serious?
“Deadly,” he says, and I realize I said the words out loud.
“Massio, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I bite my lip and glance at the bed. “My mother can be…” I can’t find the words to explain her.
“A bitch. I know.” He moves a pillow into the center of the bed, and I watch on. “Get on the bed on all fours and push your panties to the side.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.” He slaps my ass. “On, Thea. Let’s leave her pillow a sopping mess.”
My eyes widen, and a thrill zips up my spine. Without needing further encouragement, I climb onto the mattress and hover over the pillow. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this. I’m about to fuck on my mother’s bed, and I couldn’t be more excited.
MASSIO
Thea pushes her panties to the side, and for once, I’m grateful Veronica insisted on her wearing a dress to dinner. I might not be happy about her choices of underwear for her daughter, not only because it’s fucking weird but also because of the tactlessness of them, but tonight, I’m actually grateful for her intervention. The slinky little dress Thea wears slides over her ass perfectly, and when she pushes her panties to the side, my cock weeps with joy.
Her pussy is dripping already; my girl likes the idea of being fucked on her mother’s bed. I’m not so sure she’d feel the same way if she knew of my past with her, but the thought of taking my ex-wife’s daughter on the bed she sleeps in makes my balls ache to explode.
I kneel behind her and grip her luscious ass cheeks in my thick hands, giving them a hard squeeze that makes her yelp. Then, with one hand on her hip, I use my free hand to pull down my zipper and release my thick cock.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you good.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I slap her ass. “Tell Daddy what a mess you’re going to make.”
A moan leaves her as I guide the tip of my cock to her hole.
“I-I’m going to drip all over my mom’s pillow.”
“Yes, you are, Little Brat.” I slam inside her. “Drip on your mommy’s pillow.”Slam.“Make a perfect mess.”Thrust.
My hips work quicker, faster with each delectable whimper of pleasure.
“More, Daddy,” she chimes. “Please, more. Make me messy.”
“Fuck, yes.” I bite into my lip on a groan. Her tight pussy pulls me in on each stroke.
Using my free hand, I slap her ass, and she pushes back against me. Thrust after thrust, we pick up rhythm; our bodies slapping fills the air, and our heavy pants become an aphrodisiac.
My fingers slide through her slickness, and feeling us connected has my eyes rolling. “Fuck, Little Brat. You feel so good.” My pace picks up, aggressively so, and I drag my soaked finger over her asshole.
