I Caught My Stepmom Cheating – Part 2: A Bold Move

For anyone that missed Part 1. Here is the link.

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Part 2 – A Bold Move

So before we get back to the story. I want to tell you a little bit about my stepmom.

She is a total smoke show. My father married her about a year after he and my mother divorced. My mom was so fucking pissed… and jealous.

Mother went on and on about how he had married a younger woman, she was over ten years younger than my dad. My mom never forgot it, and I always got to hear her views on the subject. Sour grapes I guess.

When he married her she was like a trophy wife. Young, beautiful, light brunette hair, long and wavy. A real beauty. Pretty blue eyes. Like a beauty queen. Every man’s fantasy.

She and I were never close although I always thought she was sexy. Even from a young age. I was enamored by her. I think I got my first little boner looking and thinking of her as a kid. She never treated me bad, but she never treated me like a son either. She was more interested in starting a new family with my father. I was an afterthought.

Before too long she gave birth my two younger siblings. Who are half-siblings but I refer to them as my brother and sister. They are both middle school age. She is a good mommy to them, but our relationship was more or less coexisting in the same house and I got the feeling she was ready for me to leave when I went off to college.

After having a few children her figure filled out a little and now she is the very definition of a hot young MILF. Sexy round ass, full breasts, birthing hips. Very pretty lady. She is 38 now, exactly 20 years older than me. A beautiful woman in her prime.

Through adolescence I always had some great jerkoff material thinking of my sexy stepmother, looking at pictures I had of her, thinking back to times I had seen her in bikinis, and around the house in skimpy shorts, or tasteful lingerie. Not to mention the times I jerked off at night listening to my dad fuck the shit out of her.

All my friends used to tease me about how hot she was, and how they would love to fuck my stepmom, and suck on her big ole titties. I always had to roll my eyes, and shrug it off. I mean there was no doubt that she was a hot piece of ass, and I admired her as much as my friends did. I just could not say it. At least not openly.

Back to the story…

So that afternoon after hearing her fuck this stranger in her bed, the bed she shares with my father.

I was hesitant to leave my room after her visitor had left the house. What would I say to her? What would she say to me? I mean she had to have recognized my car in the driveway. She must have come to the realization that I was there, and that I might have heard her and her lover.

I was getting hungry and I needed a snack. I said fuck it! I will go downstairs. Get a sandwich. If I see her I would just act like nothing had happened. Like I had heard nothing.

I went down the stairs, its still afternoon, but a little later. The house was quiet. I found her in the kitchen. Kind of staring out the window in deep thought.

As she heard me come into the kitchen she faked being surprised to see me.

“Oh hey, you startled me! I did not know you were home. You are home early. How long have you been here?”

Umm hmm I thought, she’s fishing for info. Trying to see how much I heard. I played my cards close to the chest. Keeping it vague.

“Oh just a little while. I was up in my room listening…”

Her eyes widened, you should have seen the expression on her face. She turned beet red.

“to music.” I finished the sentence and she sighed with a look relief.

“Are you hungry? Would you like for me to fix you something to eat?” She quickly changed the subject.

Very unusual for her to offer me something like that. Usually I had to fend for myself around the house.

I asked her to make me a sandwich, and I sat at the table and watched her as she moved around the kitchen preparing my lunch. Acting as if nothing had happened. In her tight mommy pants, hugging her ass and her little blouse hugging those round tits of her's. So pretty and proper, a good little housewife. A good little house slut.

All I could think about was how less than an hour before she was getting plowed by some stranger and swallowing his cum. Now she is carrying on with me as if nothing happened.

We settled back into normal conversation as I ate my lunch. She asked me about school, and my social life and I caught up on what had been going on with my younger half-siblings. We went on about the rest of the afternoon as if nothing had happened.

That night in bed, I was thinking of her again. I could never help myself.

I listened to the recording over and over, and I jerked off to any picture of her I could find, combing over her social media accounts. It did not take too long to find the right pics of her. It never does. She knows she is a beautiful woman and she is not afraid to flaunt it. Years of sexy pics of her over different platforms that I could look through as a jerked off to the thought of her, the memories of her.

My father is a lucky man I thought, but was he? Little did he know.

But just as I was getting into it. My cock was rock hard, jerking to her pictures. The sounds started from down the hall. My father could never help himself. Sure he was older, but he never wasted a chance to fuck his hot sexy trophy wife.

I heard her moans, and his grunts as he pounded her. Standard married couple going through the motions, but hot nonetheless, and I always enjoyed it.

My father was a big and powerful man, and he always delivered. Slamming her hard and shaking the house has he would take what was his. His pretty young wife, her beautiful body. There to please him and only him. But was she truly his? We knew this not to be the case.

Sure something must have been lacking for her. After all, she was seeing another man, fucking another man for that matter. But she enjoyed herself when she was with my father, there was no denying that. She liked these regular dick downs my father gave her. I have heard it before. There was no faking those sounds. As my father pounds her into the bed, she hangs on for dear life. As his big body slams her hard into that mattress and turns her wet cunt into a puddle beneath him.

My jerking fell in sync with their rhythm as my father went to town. She screamed and she squealed for him. His unsuspecting self. Oblivious to the fact that another man had fucked her right in that very spot just hours before.

That she had spoken to him like a complete whore. With her filthy mouth. Uttering disgusting words. Asking him to fuck her with his big fat cock. That she had licked her pussy juice off him, and let him cum in her mouth. Joyfully, willfully. My father was a fool.

Yet he was having his fun and she let him, and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the lies. She enjoyed having the best of both worlds, having her cake and eating it too.

You could hear it in her voice as she let him fuck those same holes that a stranger had filled. Mere hours before. She was insatiable, a nympho, and complete and total slut. You could hear it in her voice, her guttural animalistic sounds.

As my father pounded his way to a finale. I continued to stroke in rhythm. She cried out loud for the whole house to hear. She never gave a damn about that. Never ashamed of who she was.

I shot my cum all over, I came as she did, as my father did. A hot sticky mess. Thick wads of cum ran down my knuckles. Puddles on my belly. I laid in my filth. Swirling.

As my vision came back, catching my breath. My body floating. I did the unthinkable. It came out of nowhere. It was brazen, and I acted without thinking. It was reckless. A decision made in haste.

I sent her a text message.

I pictured her laying there, fully naked with my father. A notification ping to peek her interest. As she recovered from fucking my old man, his cum surely leaking out of her sloppy twice-fucked cunt. Wrapped up in her emotion, or the lack there of, having shared the same bed with another man.

I pictured her reaching for her phone as my old man drifted off to sleep satisfied. Wondering who is this? Who is this messaging me at this hour?

I wondered if she would respond, seeing it was me. Her stepson. I sent it anyway.

“Hey, I know what you did.”

To my surprise she responded within seconds.

“What do you mean????” She answered back.

My retort.

“You know what I mean. We’ll talk tomorrow. In the meantime, listen to this. ALONE!”

I sent her the audio I had recorded earlier that day of her fucking the other man. The stranger.

She did not respond back. She had nothing to say.