Vince woke up late Saturday morning. The sun was shining brightly through his bedroom window. The house was quiet. He knew his Dad had left hours ago and briefly wondered what Emmanuelle was doing. It still amazed him that his Dad actually requested that he spend some alone time with Emmanuelle. Did he have any idea what a full day alone with her would entail? No, not a chance. Vince smiled. If he only knew.
He could feel his cock hardening in the boxers he slept in and wrapped his fingers around it, stroking it softly. He was definitely excited and ready. He got out of bed and jumped in the shower, washing quickly, making sure to get clean all over. Then he sprayed on a little cologne and walked down the stairs, completely naked. His cock bobbed in anticipation with each step. He looked around the living room, then the kitchen, looking for Emmanuelle. But she wasn't around. He went to her bedroom door, wondering if she was still in bed, and opened it.
Emmanuelle was sitting at her makeup table, putting what looked like finishing touches on her makeup. She was wearing her thin, white robe again and looked at him as he walked inside. A dress was laid out on the bed, ready for her to put on.
"What's up?" she asked looking at him, before turning back to continue with her mascara and eyeshadow, her face tilting close to the mirror. "You know you're not wearing any clothes, right?"
"Yeah... intentionally. I didn't want to waste any time. Did Dad tell you? He asked me to spend some quality time with you today. I thought we might...."
"Oh? No, he didn't mention it. And... I kind of have something to do today. I'm sorry. I'm going out," she said, barely looking at him.
He looked at her in shock. "Going... out?" She was going out... dressed up. And not just dressed to run an errand to the store. Dressed up as if on a date. "Where the fuck would you be going dressed up like that?"
She looked at him with disdain. "Ok... I have a date. Is that better?" She turned back and, finishing her makeup, she pushed the chair away and stood up. She moved to the bed and picked up the dress, getting ready to put it on.
"No! That's not better!" he said loudly, disgusted. "What the fuck are you doing?" Why the fuck did she think he started fucking her? He was trying to get her off that goddammed app! He was trying to keep her... needs... in the family and not cheat on his Dad by having sex with all these strange guys.
"I'm doing what I want... I'm a grown woman," she said, challenging him as he walked up to her and stood in front of her, his large, athletic frame, towering over her.
He looked down into her eyes as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, sliding to her nipples and pinching them until she squirmed. "Is that what you like? You like fucking strange men and cheating on my Dad? You really don't want me to show those pictures to my Dad, do you? I mean, what does it matter, right? You're my stepmom. You're not even my real mom. So why does it fucking even matter?"
"No, no, no!" Emmanuelle said quickly. "Those pictures matter. That will really hurt your father."
Vince pinched her nipples again, making her moan. "So? What do you care?"
"What are you doing?", she asked, grabbing his hands to try to keep him off her breasts. "Listen, I'm your stepmother! Just stop. What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm just going to give you what you need... Mom," he said, grabbing her upper arms firmly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Vince pushed, throwing her onto the bed. Then he followed quickly, kneeling, sitting on her torso, holding her arms down by pinning them with his knees, leaving his hands free to roam.
"Don't! You don't have to do this. Just think about what you're doing," she said, trying to squirm from his grasp. Her robe opened in the front, mostly exposing her breasts to his lustful gaze. He ran his fingers down the line of her robe, crossing over her breast and sliding to her stomach.
"What I'm doing? It's what I'm keeping you from doing," he sneered, bending forward and trying to kiss her. She turned her face away giving him her neck instead, which he kissed and licked.
"No... think about this a second, Vince," she said, squirming.
Vince pulled at her robe, exposing her breasts fully. They were firm and ripe, her nipples hard and reddish from his pinching.
"Wait! What are you doing?" she complained, squirming, trying to free her arms.
Vince's hands squeezed her breasts, his fingertips swirling over her nipples before pinching and pulling them. Even though she squirmed, there was no way she could get free of him. He smiled and put a hand on her throat, holding her head in place as he bent down and kissed her. She didn't kiss him back at first, but her mouth opened soon, allowing his tongue to push inside.
Vince moved down a little, allowing her arms to be freed. She struggled for a moment, but he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head, then leaned down, smiling lewdly, and began sucking on her nipples. They were so hard and swollen and she barely even resisted any more.
"You know you love being treated like a piece of fuck-meat, don't you?" he said, sitting up. He slapped first one breast and then the other. "Don't you?"
Emmanuelle moaned after each slap, closing her eyes to feel it. "No... no," she whimpered softly, weakly. "You don't have to do this to me. Please!" Her pleas were getting softer now. Almost as if she was resigned to her fate and, possibly, even wanting it... even loving it.
"Shhh," Vince said softly. He lifted her arms and pulled, pulling her off the side of the bed to stand.
"What are you going to do, ground me? Lock me in my room?" she asked calmly, her skin flushed with need, her breathing ragged.
"Now that you mention it..." he replied grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. He took the end of the robe's belt and tied it around her wrist, then repeated it with the other arm. Then he took the slack of the belt and wrapped it around her neck, pinning her wrists behind the middle of her back.
"What the fuck?" she asked, getting angry at him. Angry... but extremely excited. This was something excitedly new in her interactions with him. Vince pushed her forward and, unable to stop herself, she fell face down onto the bed. His hands were so insistent, so strong and so controlling. And she was so helpless again... helpless with a man who had shown himself to be able to give her so much pleasure.
He slapped her breasts again, making them flop from side to side, until they were flushed pink. She groaned excitedly. Her nipples were so hard, so needy, and his passionate aggressiveness was driving her crazy.
"Now," he said, grabbing her throat. "Down. That's it. Down on your fucking knees." He slowly helped her to kneel beside the bed as she panted softly. He grabbed her hair forcefully and moved closer to her, until his cock was bobbing right in front of her face. She knew what he wanted. She knew exactly what he wanted.
And, she admitted to herself, she was salivating for it. Her eyes were fixated on it... on it's length... it's girth... on the veins... on the beautiful, bulbous, angry-looking, mushroom head... on its steel-hardness. She knew what he tasted like and she longed for it. If only he wasn't her stepson.
