Vince arrived at home a little after noon on Thanksgiving day, with both his dad, Greg, and stepmom greeting him with hugs at the door. It felt a little awkward hugging Emmanuelle and treating her as if he had just met her, but his Dad seemed none-the-wiser so they both must have been convincing. They let him take his suitcase up to his room and when he came back down, his dad called him into the living room.
He had a football game on the TV, which normally, Vince would be intent on watching. But his mind was elsewhere. He was wondering where Emmanuelle was and what she was doing.
An hour after he arrived, Emmanuelle emerged from the kitchen and announced that dinner was ready. The table was packed with food, as if Emmanuelle was trying to make sure everyone was well pleased. Vince filled his plate to overflowing and was pleased that the food was absolutely delicious. Much better than the food in college. During dinner, his dad alternated the conversation with asking him about school and telling him about their wedding and honeymoon. It sounded like their whirlwind week in Vegas was a wild time for them both and his dad seemed happier than Vince had ever seen when he talked about Emmanuelle.
All through the conversation about their marriage, Vince couldn't help but look at Emmanuelle occasionally, wondering how she could throw that away just to have sex with strangers. He knew he was going to do everything in his power to keep her with his dad.
When dinner finally ended, Greg moved into his recliner in the living room and turned the football games back on. Vince went with him, sitting on the couch, but was only slightly paying attention to the games. His mind was wondering what Emmanuelle was doing. He had seen her occasionally grabbing stuff from the dining room and bringing it back into the kitchen, but by now, she'd fully disappeared. He expected she was cleaning in the kitchen at this point.
When he turned his attention back to the game, he could hear his dad's very familiar snoring. He'd fallen asleep in his chair, as he often did after eating Thanksgiving dinner. And the harder he snored, the deeper he was asleep. In just a few minutes, it started getting loud.
Vince left the couch and walked into the kitchen. Emmanuelle was standing at the sink with the water running and obviously didn't hear him. He walked up behind her, and put his hands on her hips as he pushed into her, trapping her body between his body and the counter.
"Oh!" Emmanuelle yelped, obviously scared by Vince's approach. "You scared me."
"Hmmm... I was hoping for something better," Vince said, his voice dripping with seduction.
She squirmed in his grasp, but was unable to free herself. "Vince, let me go. Your father is right out there."
"He's out there, snoring so loud people in the next county can hear him. And the TV is on. He won't hear a thing. I thought we might..."
"Vince... we can't. We can't do anything like that again. I'm your stepmom and it's not right."
His hands moved to her front as he pressed is growing erection into her ass. His hands caressed her stomach and circled just under her breasts. "But I can't stop thinking about it. I don't want to stop."
"It can't ever happen again, Vince," she said, putting her hands on his to stop him. She could feel his hardness against him and remembered just how good it felt inside her just twenty-four hours ago.
"You can't just do that, ok?" he said, raising his voice. "You can't just..."
"Look, I'm sorry I got carried away yesterday. I shouldn't have done that. I just needed... something. But... the situation is completely different now. You're my stepson."
Vince moved his hands up onto her breasts and squeezed them through her dress and bra. She tried feebly to pull his hands off her, but he was too strong. And, if she would have admitted it to herself, it felt too good.
His mouth was by her ear as he pressed into her, his cock grinding against her ass, his hands teasing her breasts. "I don't think it's different. You can't just tease me like that, saying it's ok to fuck me one day and then all of the sudden it's not."
His fingers slid inside her dress at her chest and moved beneath her bra, now touching bare skin. Her nipples were hard and pointed and his fingers teased them so well.
"Vince, oh my God," she moaned softly. "Nothing... nothing like that will ever happen again," she said, but he could tell she was losing her will. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Oh, it's going to happen again, Mom. I'm sure of it." He leaned his head forward and kissed her neck again and again. He could feel her shiver in his arms.
"What does that mean?" she whispered, trying her best not to seem as aroused as she was. God, this boy really knew how to push her buttons.
"It means, dear mother, that if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, then I'm going to tell my dad everything."
She shook her head, obviously shaken by the chance Greg would find out about this. She'd lose him and everything. She'd be back on the street. "Vince... please just take a deep breath and calm down."
Vince pinched her nipple and pulled it making her wince and groan. "Don't fucking tell me to calm down. This was your idea to begin with. You started this."
She put her hands on his, getting him to ease up on her nipple for a moment, although his caresses continued to send a fire through her body and made her pussy very moist.
"Vince, why don't you just take a seat and... we can... we can talk this through." Emmanuelle could feel her resolve shattering. Her body was overheated by his forceful touch. It was exactly what she craved... and it didn't seem to matter who gave it to her. The only way she was going to get out of having sex with him again is if he disengaged.
"No," he said, kissing her neck again. He removed his hand from her chest and lifted the bottom of her dress up above her ass, his hand grabbing her bare flesh. "I'm done talking." He moved back, pulling her hips with him and pushing her shoulders forward so that she was slightly bent forward. She put her hands on the edge of the counter in order to keep from falling into it. "Now, are you going to do what I'm asking you to do? Or am I going to go tell my dad everything you did to his son... your stepson?"
"Alright," she said, resigned to what was happening to her. "If this is what you want... I just want you to be happy." Vince knew better. He knew that her body was betraying her and that any mental defense meant nothing. Her body was going to get what it wanted and both of them knew it.
