My Stepmother Asked Me for Patience That Weekend

The whole house was asleep except for the two of you. Adriana was standing in front of her bedroom door, one hand resting on the frame, and you didn’t know whether to take the step or go back to your room as you did every night since everything between you had changed.

Her skin prickled as she sensed your hesitation. The tension between you was thick, almost solid. Her eyes dropped to your hands, then to your lips, and finally to your eyes. She held her breath without looking away, frozen in the middle of the hallway.

If you’re going to do it, do it now.

You’d always told yourself that in life you had to take risks, just like that first night when you crossed the boundary that was supposed to separate you. So you didn’t hold back. You moved closer and stole a soft kiss from her, closing your eyes. But that kiss wasn’t enough, and you wondered whether you should do it again.

Time had stopped for both of you. Your lips had joined for one brief second that left her breathless, paralyzed, before a wave of emotions flooded her from within. Her fingers clenched, and suddenly she was the one who crossed her hands behind your neck and pulled you back to her. You kissed again and again, each kiss better than the last, your tongues tangling now without pretense. Adriana’s hand slid down your chest and, almost without meaning to, brushed the hard bulge growing in your pants. A hoarse moan escaped her against your mouth when she felt how hard you were for her. You took the opportunity to slip your fingers under her nightgown, run them up her side, and cup one heavy breast, pinching the nipple until it turned hard beneath your fingers.

—Fuck, Lucas… —she gasped, her voice breaking— I’m getting my pussy wet just from touching you.

Those words lit you up even more. You shoved her against the door frame and bit her neck while your hand kept kneading her breast, the other sliding down her belly until it brushed her mound over the fabric. She arched her back, opening her legs a little, silently inviting you in, and your finger slipped between her thighs, finding the hot wetness already soaking her panties.

—We’d better not keep going, Lucas —she said, breaking the contact with an almost painful effort, aware that if the passion grew any stronger you’d end up somewhere you couldn’t come back from that night.

You separated with the pain of a goodbye, even if only a temporary one.

—Good night, Adriana —you said before turning toward your room, your cock hard and throbbing inside your pants.

The blush on her cheeks was intense, almost burning. Her breathing trembled as she watched you go, and a crooked smile appeared on her face.

—Good night, Lucas —she whispered, even though you were already walking away.

She went into her room and stayed behind the door, the one she never fully closed in case the girls woke up. She leaned against the wall with the fresh sensation of your lips still on hers, her panties soaked and her nipples outlined beneath the nightgown. The temptation was strong, very strong, and she slipped a hand beneath the fabric, stroked her swollen pussy, and slid two fingers inside, biting her lip so she wouldn’t moan out loud while thinking about your cock. But she held firm. She couldn’t lose control. Not that night.

***

The days went by quickly and the weeks, on the other hand, slowly. The girls, school, too much work. You barely found moments for intimacy: a drink after putting Martina and Lucía to bed, a foot massage, some wild kisses like two teenagers at the bedroom door. The promise of the weekend comforted you, when you’d finally have real time.

One afternoon, Adriana laughed softly as she watched you clown around with the girls, her eyes shining with amusement.

—You’re impossible, Lucas. You manage to make me laugh in any situation —she sighed, then came closer and lowered her voice—. I think we have something pending. Who knows, maybe this weekend we can sort it out. Do you feel like it?

—Yes, of course I do —you answered with the hope of the desperate, feeling your pants tighten just from imagining her naked beneath you.

She still hadn’t fully opened herself to that clandestine relationship, but you trusted she would change, that she’d finally give in to the attraction you surely felt for each other. It was a taboo hard to break, but at least she had never told you no. Just thinking about it gave you chills.

***

Sometimes fate plays cruel tricks. On Friday, during lunch, a call from her mother changed everything.

—What do you mean, Adriana? —you asked over the phone.

Every day you called each other at that hour, even if it was only for five minutes, just to know how the other was doing. But that Friday her voice brought something that instantly chilled all your expectations.

—Yes, Lucas. My parents called me and said they’re coming to see us this weekend.

The silence that followed broke her heart too, because she knew how much you were looking forward to that time alone.

—I know, everything ruined. But don’t despair, okay? It won’t be forever. Just a few days —she said, almost thinking out loud.

—It’s okay, there will be other weekends —you finally replied, pulling yourself together.

—See you tonight, all right?

—All right, Adriana —you hung up, head down.

The news hit you like a bucket of cold water. That night, sitting on your usual sofa, you felt crushed and she cursed her bad luck.

—Don’t despair —she insisted as she hugged you and gave you a long kiss, charged with emotion—. It’s only the weekend. After that we’ll get our time back. I promise it’ll be worth it.

***

On Saturday you got up early to tidy the house. Adriana ordered catering for lunch in the garden, and you cleaned and organized everywhere. The only ones carefree were the girls, excited to see their grandparents.

Adriana adjusted her pearl necklace, nervous, and looked at the clock for the fourth time.

—Thank you, Lucas. I know this won’t be easy, but I need it to be perfect. Please, do what I tell you. Smile, be polite… and please, please, don’t argue with them.

Her gaze searched yours for any sign of agreement. She felt a stab of guilt for asking so much of you, knowing her own mixed feelings toward her parents.

—I already told you I would —you protested, a little nervous at the umpteenth repetition.

—You don’t know them. Sometimes they can be… exhausting —she warned you.

At last they arrived. The girls greeted them excitedly, and the grandparents, loaded with gifts, showered their granddaughters with kisses and hugs. Then came the formal introductions.

—So this is Andrés’s son? —said her mother, looking you up and down— Darling, didn’t you have something more formal to wear?

First blow. Your casual clothes didn’t seem to please Beatriz. She looked at you as if you were covered in grease stains, her eyes narrowed, her expression even sterner than usual.

Adriana felt her stomach twist. She hurried to step in with a forced smile.

—Mom, Lucas is fine like this. We’re at home, not at a formal gathering. Besides, he’s been helping us with the preparations all morning. Isn’t that kind of him?

Her father gave you a pat on the back, a bit more cordial, although he squeezed your hand hard and his gaze also appraised you.

—Yes, yes, Andrés’s son! How are you, boy? Do you like living here with our family?

—Yes, sir. Your daughter is very affectionate with me and with the girls —you said without thinking too much about your words.

Ricardo raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

—Very affectionate, huh?

—Well, I meant with the girls, sir. It’s obvious she loves them very much, like a mother.

Beatriz, on the other hand, seemed to be analyzing every word, every gesture of yours. She pursed her lips, clearly displeased.

—And she’ll love you too, won’t she, son? —she shot back.

The situation tightened. Adriana felt her soul sink to her feet. How could you be so literal, Lucas.

—Of course, ma’am, though it’s not the same, naturally —you hurried to correct yourself.

—Well, Dad, Mom, aren’t you hungry? —Adriana stepped in to steer the attention away— Lunch is ready, and we have so much to talk about. How about we go out to the garden and start enjoying the day?

***

The terrace was bathed in bright sunlight. Without noticing, Adriana and you sat together, with her parents facing you and the girls beside you.

—I see you’re sitting together. You must get along very well, don’t you? —Beatriz observed, not missing a thing.

—We’re family, what does the seating matter! —you said quickly while Adriana stayed silent—. I’m very happy to meet you both.

—And where is your father, son? —Ricardo asked.

—He left a week ago on a business trip. He’ll be back next week.

Adriana kept trying to smile, though with difficulty, freezing at times. Your hand slid to her thigh, a brief, comforting touch, before returning to its place.

—Again on a trip? And newly married to my daughter? —Ricardo commented, intrigued.

Beatriz frowned, discovering new details.

—It’s a shame he leaves you here alone. It seems your new family doesn’t worry him too much —she said with a venomous tongue.

—He’s a good husband and father, and he cares a great deal about us —Adriana replied, making excuses for him—. But he knows business is vital for the family’s stability, and no matter how recent our wedding is, he had to leave.

The father smiled, pleased by his daughter’s words. The mother, still distant, barely nodded. Adriana relaxed a little.

—You know, boy? Andrés and I have been friends since university. I introduced him to my daughter when I found out your mother had died —Ricardo said.

—Then thanks to you, today we’re one big family —you replied, deciding to ignore the reason that had brought you together.

The man paused and continued, encouraged by your interest.

—You know? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a son. I love my daughter to bits, but that little thorn always stayed lodged in me —he confessed with a twinge of melancholy.

You looked at each other in surprise. At least you were going to get along with her father. A furtive squeeze of hands under the table gave you strength to continue. There was still the mother, and she was a tough nut to crack.

—Oh, Dad, Lucas might become your favorite —Adriana joked—. Didn’t you ever want a boy, Mom?

—Boys? Not at all, dear. Always fighting and making a mess of everything. I preferred daughters, quieter, and that’s how you were born —Beatriz boasted without blinking.

Between course and course, the mother began asking more incisive questions, as if she wanted to verify every one of your answers. She leaned forward, attentive, while Ricardo watched you as well, though from a very different angle.

—So, Lucas, what are your plans for the future? Any particular interest? —she asked, and both of you went on the defensive, because the question was not innocent.

—Mom —Adriana jumped in to help you—. He studies at university, engineering.

—Yes, ma’am. I want to be an engineer and build things that are useful to the world —you said with your best intentions.

—Well, another dreamer who wants to change the world —Beatriz exclaimed with disdain.

You looked at each other again and threw in the towel. There’s no way with her, your look seemed to say.

—Mom, don’t be like that with him. He’s a very intelligent boy, and the girls are thrilled with their big brother. Right, girls? —Adriana appealed to her mother’s instincts.

The little ones weighed in with equal parts grace and spontaneity.

—Yes, Grandma! Lucas is great. He helps us with our homework, makes us dinner, and plays with us. He even taught us how to make pancakes! We both love him a lot —Martina and Lucía said.

You and Adriana smiled, and the grandfather did too, touched to see his granddaughters speaking so well of you. Only the mother still wouldn’t soften, not even with the girls’ testimony.

—Engineering, huh? And what if you don’t make it? What if you’re not as “useful” as you think? What will you do then, Lucas, depend on your stepmother forever? —Beatriz’s voice fell like a razor-sharp knife.

—Well, my father has money and influence. He’ll take care of me —you answered, unable to bear the pressure any longer.

Then you noticed Adriana’s reproachful look. No, Lucas, I told you, don’t challenge them. Silence turned awkward. Beatriz’s expression changed subtly, as if she had finally found what she was looking for: a crack.

Adriana’s stomach knotted. Your answer confirmed what her mother already believed, that you were a dependent young man instead of someone working hard for himself. She wanted to shout at her not to treat you like that, but she bit her tongue.

Her father, who was enjoying lunch with his granddaughters, looked up in confusion at the sudden tension. The girls exchanged worried glances.

—Come on, Beatriz —Ricardo said suddenly—. The boy is a good boy, I’ve known his father for years. What’s wrong with helping him out a little? Didn’t we make our daughter company director?

At least you had one ally in that strange couple. You sought Adriana’s hand again, you needed her touch, looked into her eyes and silently told her: I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again. She squeezed your hand and arched her brows, understanding.

Beatriz frowned, but remained silent, defeated for the moment. Her disapproval still hung in the air like a dark cloud, though at least she stopped attacking you.

—I’m just saying I’d expect a little more initiative on his part —she muttered at last, crossing her arms.

Then she skillfully changed the subject, guiding the conversation toward lighter matters, while Adriana breathed deeply, still worried but grateful for the respite.

***

Lunch gave way to the after-dinner chat, to drinks and the cigars Ricardo smoked. With him you found more topics of conversation than with the mother, and while you played with the girls, Adriana kept Beatriz in check.

So the afternoon passed, and night arrived starry, though dimmed by the city lights. Secretly you crossed paths in the hallway on the way to your rooms and, after making sure there was no danger, you shared a warm hug that quickly turned into something more. She pressed her body to yours and instantly felt your hard cock against her belly.

—You did very well today, Lucas —she told you, to give you encouragement you didn’t have and needed, her voice already hoarse.

—Your hug feels so good when I’m feeling so lost —you admitted, while your hands slid to her ass and squeezed it hard over the silk robe—. I’m sorry I faltered with your mother. She’s too hard for me.

—No, you’re strong, I’ve told you a hundred times. Tomorrow they’ll probably leave. Hold on!

—I hope so. I’m dying to be able to be with you, to hold you even just for a while in your bed.

—Dummy, if they leave I’ll give you a very nice little while in my bed —she told you to cheer you up, and kissed you.

It was a kiss that tasted like heaven, like manna fallen from the sky after a long day in the desert, and you couldn’t stop. Her hands slipped under your T-shirt, clawing at your back, and you slipped yours under her robe and grabbed one bare breast, pinching the nipple until she moaned against your mouth. Adriana lowered her fingers and hurriedly unfastened your pants, taking out the cock that was already leaking pre-cum from the tip. She wrapped her hand around it and began stroking you slowly in the middle of the hallway, looking you in the eyes with her mouth slightly open.

—Look how hard you are for me, asshole… —she whispered—. Hard as a rock.

—It’s because all I can think about is putting this cock in you, fuck —you gasped, squeezing her pussy over her panties, feeling the wetness soak through the fabric.

She bit her lip and dropped abruptly to her knees in front of you, her eyes gleaming with pure lust. She took your cock by the base, stuck out her tongue, and licked you slowly from your balls to the glans, circling the crown with the tip of her tongue before taking the whole thing into her mouth. You had to bite your fist not to moan while she sucked you hungrily, cheeks hollowed, swallowing every inch. Saliva dripped from her chin and onto her breasts, which had slipped out of her robe. You fucked her mouth slowly, carefully, gripping her hair and watching your cock disappear again and again between her painted lips.

—Fuck, Adriana, just like that… suck that cock, suck it good…

She pulled it from her mouth with a wet pop and looked up at you, her mouth shiny and red.

—Shut up, they’ll hear us —she whispered, and took it back in all the way to the throat.

But the danger was real, too real. With enormous effort you lifted her from the floor and pushed her into the guest room just a step away, locking the door with the bolt. You slammed her against the wall, ripped open her robe, and devoured her breasts, licking and biting the hard nipples while she pressed your head against them. You kissed your way down her belly, dropped to your knees yourself, tore off her soaked panties, and buried your face in her pussy.

—Oh, Lucas, yes… eat my pussy, eat it all —she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand, the other gripping your hair, pressing you against her sex.

You opened her lips with your fingers and licked her clit slowly, circling it with your stiff tongue, sucking it until her legs trembled. You slid two fingers into her drenched cunt, curling them inward, while you kept devouring her clit hungrily. She writhed against the wall, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t scream, while a brutal orgasm shook her body and soaked her thighs.

—Put it in me now, please, put it in me… —she begged breathlessly, pulling you up.

You turned her against the wall, lifted her ass, forced her legs apart with a knee, and drove your cock into her with a deep thrust that tore a muffled moan from her. Her pussy was so wet you slid all the way in without resistance. Adriana bit her forearm so she wouldn’t scream while you fucked her hard from behind, one hand gripping her hair and the other kneading the breast hanging in front of you.

—Shh, quiet, quiet… —you whispered in her ear as you drove into her harder and harder—. Your mother is ten meters away, fuck, look what I’m doing to your pussy…

—Shut up, asshole, and keep fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop…

The wet sound of your hips slapping her ass filled the room. You slid one hand around to the front and stroked her clit while you penetrated her, and she came again, clenching her pussy around your cock so hard it almost made you cum. You turned her, threw her onto the guest bed, and spread her legs wide open. You fucked her again while looking her in the eyes, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her skin flushed and her eyes glassy.

—Fuck me, son, fuck me hard —she moaned, gripping her ankles, offering herself up completely.

That word, “son,” spoken like that, with a voice broken by desire, drove you to the limit. You quickened the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last, watching your cock go in and out shiny with her juices. Adriana brought her fingers to her mouth, slicked them with saliva, and stroked her clit while you pounded her, and within seconds she came again, biting her lip until it bled so she wouldn’t scream.

—I’m going to cum, Adriana, I’m going to…

—In my mouth, cum in my mouth —she gasped, pushing you back.

She dropped to the floor on her knees again and took your cock to the hilt just as you exploded. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into her mouth and across her face, and she took it all with her eyes closed, swallowing what she could and letting the rest run down her chin to her breasts. When you were done, she pulled it from her mouth slowly, with a kiss on the tip, and smiled up at you with your come staining her lips.

—What a release, dummy —she whispered, wiping herself with the back of her hand—. Now go to your room before they catch us.

You fixed your clothes as best you could, still trembling. You said goodbye in the hallway with one last stolen kiss, fearing her parents would come out looking for water or God knows what and catch you.