My Stepmother Decided She Was No Longer Going to Wait

Helena gets up from the sofa without letting go of your hand. She gently pulls you with her, makes you stand, and leads you upstairs, making an effort not to make any noise while the girls play shut away in their room. She takes you to her bedroom, closes the door behind her, and pushes you onto the bed until you fall back. There’s a new glint in her eyes, a determination you hadn’t seen before.

Despite the mascara smeared by tears, it’s hard to imagine a more beautiful woman than her in this moment.

—You’re gorgeous, Helena —you whisper to her as she starts undressing, revealing her body to you without the slightest hurry.

She pulls her sweater off over her head and lets it drop to the floor. Underneath, she isn’t wearing a bra, and her tits are bared in front of you, heavy, the nipples already hard from pure anticipation. She unbuttons her jeans, slips them down slowly, and takes them off along with her panties in one swift tug, as if she’s eager to be rid of the clothes as quickly as possible. There she is: naked, standing at the edge of the bed, her shaved cunt already shining with moisture between her thighs.

—God, I can’t take it anymore —she answers, and climbs onto the bed to position herself over you.

She unfastens your pants and pulls them down, dragging your underwear along with them in the same motion. Your cock springs against your stomach, hard, swollen, the tip already wet. Helena lets out a gasp when she sees it. She bites her lip, grabs you with a firm hand, and squeezes you from the base to the glans, measuring you, checking how hard you are for her.

—Look how hard you are… —she murmurs, half to herself—. All for me.

She leans forward and spits a hot strand over your glans, then spreads it with her hand, sliding her fist up and down until you’re soaked through. She rubs the tip against the entrance to her cunt to moisten you with her own wetness too, and when she decides to, she lowers herself onto you centimeter by centimeter, letting you enter her warm, tight interior. You can feel her flesh give, how she opens to swallow you, how she tightens around you as she descends. She moans with her eyes closed, throwing her head back, until you’re all the way inside her.

—I want you, Marcos. This is our moment. I’m never pushing you away from me again —she says, holding your gaze as she starts to move.

At first she rocks slowly, drawing circles with her hips, grinding her clit against your pubic bone. Then she rises and falls all the way, letting herself nearly slip off you before seating herself back down to the hilt. Every time she drops, her ass slams against your thighs with a sharp smack that echoes through the room.

Her firmness surprises you. After how badly you’ve both suffered this week, after her parents’ visit and everything that was said in that living room, you don’t understand how she can give herself to you like this, with such hunger. But then you feel it too: a raw desire that starts somewhere in your chest and runs downward. You caress her breasts, squeeze them, pinch her nipples, and she lets out a rough growl you’d never heard from her before. You grip her ass with both hands and drive her harder against you, setting the rhythm from below.

—Fuck me, Marcos, don’t stop —she pants, swaying with a tender violence that sets you on fire—. Fill me like the first night. I want to feel you all the way to my throat, I want you to put it all in me.

You’ve been waiting seven days for this. It wasn’t only your bodies that had dried out, it was everything else too. You were two people with a great thirst drinking too fast, choking, not caring. You drive into her from below, burying yourself in her with every drop down. She starts panting faster, clinging to your shoulders, biting her lip, and you can feel her cunt tightening in waves, throbbing around your cock as if it had a life of its own.

—I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come —she moans, and her thighs tremble.

And she comes over you in a long spasm, biting her hand so she won’t scream for the girls. You feel her spill inside, soaking the base of your dick, clenching and relaxing in waves. And that tight contraction drags you under too. You come inside her sooner than you’d like. You can barely hold back. You feel the first surge run up your cock and burst inside her cunt, and then another, and another, emptying you completely into her. Helena senses the exact moment you let go and she revels with you, in your pleasure, pressing herself against you so she won’t miss a single drop. You growl through clenched teeth because today she’s the one in charge, the one setting the pace, and you surrender to her desires as if there were nothing else in the world. She keeps moving on top of you even after you’ve finished, milking you with her cunt, squeezing out the last drops, until it starts to hurt from how sensitive it is.

At last she takes pity on you. She stops, leans down, and hugs you, staying impaled, feeling your semen begin to slide out inside her. She kisses your forehead, your jaw, your mouth, as if she wanted to comfort you for something. You let yourself be carried by that tenderness that wraps you in a calm you hadn’t remembered. She laughs softly, not caring about the dark smudges under her eyes, when she sees yours still clouded.

—Are you okay? —she asks in a very low voice, stroking your face, still joined to you—. Right now we’re here, together. —She presses a little harder against your body, enjoying the warmth, the heartbeat still racing—. And I promise you I’m not going to let anyone take this away from us. Ever, Marcos.

Ever. How easy it sounds when she says it like that, in the dimness of her room.

—You’re so young, so intense… —she murmurs before freeing you from her weight and lying down beside you. When she finally peels away from you, a thick strand of semen slides down the inside of her thigh, and she scoops it up with two fingers and puts them in her mouth without taking her eyes off you—. With you, every moment becomes unforgettable.

You keep kissing a while longer, making silly little affectionate gestures, and for a few minutes you manage to forget there’s a whole world out there full of hurtful comments and disapproving looks. It’s your little territory and no one has permission to enter.

Then, of course, someone knocks on the door.

***

Helena springs up, gropes for her robe, and ties it on while you sink beneath the sheets. She makes sure you’ve completely disappeared before sliding the latch open. When she opens the door, she does it with a natural ease that amazes you.

—Look who came today! Weren’t you expecting him?

—Marcos, Marcos! Come play! —the girls shout in unison.

They run in, giggling with adorable shyness, and climb onto the bed while you stay hidden and a little embarrassed under the sheets. Helena doesn’t scold them; on the contrary, she finds the awkward situation she’s left you in funny.

—Come on, girls, don’t bother him. Wait in the living room. Mommy and he are going to take a bath, okay?

The little ones nod, confused but happy, and retreat, leaving you alone again. Helena closes the door, locks it, and leans against the wood with a half smile on her lips.

—Come shower with me —she says, and the suggestion comes out naturally, effortlessly.

She takes off her robe and her naked body is revealed to you again. Her thighs are still shining with your spend, and she makes no move to clean herself up: she wants you to see her like this, marked by you. You can’t get enough of looking at her.

—You’re beautiful —you repeat, stepping out from between the sheets as naked as she is. Your cock, still half-hard, sways against your thigh when you stand up.

Helena looks at it without even trying to hide it, bites her lip, and lets out a rough little laugh.

—Well. It doesn’t go down, even after a while, huh?

—With you in front of me, impossible.

Under the hot water you soap each other up and kiss again. Kisses taste better with water running down your faces. You play like teenagers, stealing the sponge from each other, your hands slipping over her back, her breasts, her firm ass. You run your fingers between her soapy cheeks and she gasps, braces her palms against the tiles, and arches her ass back, offering it to you.

—Keep going —she whispers—. Touch me.

You sink two fingers into her cunt from behind and feel how hot she still is, how your semen and the water mix and slide down your wrist. She moans and pushes back, fucking your fingers hungrily. With your thumb you tease her clit, and with your other hand you pinch a nipple. Helena trembles, moans louder, her knees go weak.

—Put it in me already, Marcos, please, put it in me already.

You grab her hip with one hand, grab your cock with the other, and slam into her in one thrust to the hilt. She lets out a choked cry and presses her forehead against the tile. And there, against the wall, you start fucking her mercilessly, driving it in again and again, with the sharp impacts of your wet body against hers. Water falls over both of you, slips down your back, seeps between you, and makes everything slicker, more obscene. You grab her wet hair and throw her head back so you can bite her neck, and she lets you, spreads her legs wider so you can push in deeper.

—Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop…

You fuck her until she comes again, biting her forearm so she won’t scream, and when she feels how she tightens around you, you almost go too. But you hold out. You pull your dripping cock out and turn her around to have her facing you.

—On your knees —you ask in a hoarse voice.

And she obeys, kneels under the shower, lifts her face, and opens her mouth. You slide your cock in and she takes it all the way to the back of her throat, her eyes locked on yours. She sucks you off hungrily, licking from tip to base, playing with her tongue, letting a thread of saliva run down her chin and between her breasts. You grip her head with both hands and fuck her mouth at the pace you want, and she takes everything, moaning around your cock every time you drive it all the way in.

—I’m going… I’m gonna come, Helena.

She pulls your cock from her mouth, grabs it with her hand, and strokes you fast, aiming at her lips and tongue.

—Come in my mouth, give it all to me.

And you let go. The first burst hits her tongue, the second splashes her lip and chin, and the following ones she takes with her mouth held wide open so they gather inside. When you’re done, she looks up at you from below with her mouth full of semen, closes her lips, swallows, and shows you her clean tongue with a wicked smile you’d never seen on her before.

—Fuck, Helena…

—Let’s go to bed —she says, getting to her feet—. I’m not done with you yet.

You get out, dry yourselves off with difficulty because you’re already getting hard again just looking at her, and you return to bed for a second round, calmer this time, more patient. You take your time, you dare to try everything, you try everything. She sits on your face and you eat her cunt until she comes on your mouth; she goes down and sucks you off again for a while, playful now, licking your balls, licking you all over; and in the end you put her on all fours and fuck her from behind, gripping her hips, watching her ass tremble with each thrust and the flesh bounce against yours. Everything tastes good until you finish inside her again, coming in spurts into her soaked cunt, and she collapses onto the sheets moaning your name. Afterwards you get dressed, tidy the room a little, and go down to the living room with your breathing finally calm.

***

While you play with the girls and ask them what they’ve been doing, Helena makes hot chocolate for everyone. When she brings it out, you each take a steaming mug and dip ladyfingers into them. That’s when the little ones, with that disarming innocence of theirs, ask the question.

—Are you going to be boyfriend and girlfriend? —Daniela, the older one, blurts out.

The question leaves you speechless. You look at Helena, unable to answer, yielding the floor to her while something inside you tightens. You know what just happened upstairs. Maybe that’s why the answer scares you so much.

—Yes, sweetheart —her mother answers, to your surprise—. Marcos is going to be my boyfriend.

You feel like you can breathe again and your heart loosens, relieved. Lucía, the little one, squeals with excitement; Daniela, more aware of what those words imply, frowns thoughtfully.

—And will that change anything? —the little one asks.

Helena takes your hand and interlaces your fingers.

—It means Marcos will spend more time with us, that he’ll help us more, and that he… well, that he makes me very happy —she says, and her voice cracks before she finishes the sentence.

You hug her and kiss in front of the girls, not hiding this time.

—No more secrets, Helena —you whisper in her ear, aware of everything that entails.

—No more secrets, Marcos —she answers, sinking into your embrace.

The girls take the news with the same overwhelming excitement as always. Since it’s already late, you decide to put them to bed. You give each of them a kiss, as every night, and wish them sweet dreams before leaving the room without letting go of each other’s hand.

***

Tonight more than ever you need another drink. You go down to the living room and, while she pours, you prepare something to nibble on: a little cheese, some cold cuts, and a few breadsticks arranged on small plates. When you come back, you set the tray on the little table in front of the sofa and sit beside her. Helena hands you your glass and holds up hers.

—Well, I guess we’re officially mom and dad now. Crazy, right? —she says with a smile.

As you take it in, you realize how big what she just said is. She gives a soft laugh, shakes her head, and raises her glass.

—To “mom and dad” —you propose, offering a toast.

The glasses clink in the air with that clean chime of good crystal.

—It sounds so surreal… —she murmurs, looking up at you with a gentler expression—. Yes, it’s crazy. But a beautiful kind of crazy, don’t you think? —She lowers her gaze and toys with the base of the glass—. For the first time since you came into this house, I really feel like we can be a family. A real one. And that, to me, is worth more than anything our parents might say.

—I already feel like you’re all part of my family too —you reply.

And yet, you can’t deny that you’re terrified of what’s coming. Though you also think that with her by your side, you’ll be able to face anything.

—Your mother was very hard on me —you continue—. She asked me how I planned to support you and the girls. I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve got one year left to finish my degree, and then I want to do a master’s that’ll take me another year or two before I can work seriously. Until then I won’t be able to take care of you financially.

Helena strokes your hair, trying to ease the tension in your shoulders.

—Don’t listen to her, Marcos. My mother’s never going to make this easy for you. If she finds a weakness, she squeezes it until she exhausts you. That’s just how she is and she can’t help it. I went through the same thing when I finished studying: I didn’t go straight into the company, I spent two years drifting because my father wanted me to be hardened before putting me in charge. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last who has to fight for their future. —She sighs and squeezes your hand—. And in the meantime, I’ll help you. That’s what I’m here for.

You know she means it, that she’ll do whatever she can. But things could get very complicated if her parents follow through on their threat to cut her out of the family business.

—For now my father pays for my studies —you say, a knot in your throat—. And honestly, I don’t know how he’s going to take it when we tell him about us. I imagine he’ll get incredibly angry, and after that I don’t know what will happen. I don’t want to hurt him, he’s my father. But I’m not giving you up, Helena. You matter too much to me.

Her pulse quickens when she hears you. She can imagine how hard it will be for you to face him. She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it to give you courage.

—I understand, really. He’s your father and that will never change. But you don’t have to choose between him and us. I only hope that when he finds out, he finds something in himself that stops him from losing his mind. After all, you’re his only son.

She looks for a moment toward the stairs, where the girls are sleeping, and turns back to you.

—It’s not going to be easy, but we have each other. We already knew it was time to face this. For me, for you, for them… for our family. We can’t hide forever. —Her voice sounds firm, determined, just like the first day you were left alone together after your father left—. I’m going to help you prepare for that conversation. Not just because I love you, but because I want you ready for whatever reaction comes. Okay?

She’s the woman of ice and fire who pierced you with her gaze that first afternoon, when she thought you’d be easy to handle and you proved her wrong.

You wonder how much time has passed since then. Barely two weeks, and it feels like an eternity.

—He said he’d be back in three weeks, didn’t he? —you remember suddenly—. That’s next Friday, Helena. We’ve got four days to prepare.

Four days sounds like a lot, but time moves fast when there’s something you fear waiting at the end of the road. You wonder whether you’ll really be able to prepare, to think up a strategy so things don’t end up like they did with her parents. She squeezes your hand, holds your gaze, and for a moment that’s enough for you to believe that you can.