I hated Seth more now. I hated how easily my aunt gave in to him. I hated how my mom did too. Now there was no place safe for me. No place he won't taint or ruin.
I hated myself for being weak and not standing up to him. None of this would be happening, if dad was still alive.
I deleted the picture Seth sent to me of my aunt covered in his cum and looking up at the camera.
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"I must admit," said Seth standing over me, "you look sexy while covered in my cum bitch."
I hated being called that. I got up and walked to the downstairs bathroom naked. I closed the door behind me and locked it. Then proceeded to wash his cum off my face. After my face was cleaned, I decided to get dressed in the bathroom as well.
I came out a bit later and stood in front of him. He looks up at while lounging on the couch. He smirked.
"I want you to leave my house," I said.
He cocked his head at me, then laughed.
"That attitude ain't going to fly with me Maria," said Seth.
"I mean it," I snapped back, "I don't want you in my house."
"Just admit it." he continued, "You enjoyed every second of it."
Despite myself, I really did enjoy it. I can't remember the last time I had such a big cock. It felt amazing. Yet now I felt guilty, because Doug called while Seth was fucking me.
Monica then came downstairs and saw Seth lounging on the couch naked. Then turns to face me.
"I thought we decided not to." she said.
I gave her a weak chuckle
"I know," I said, "sorry Monica."
"So we still are?" she asked.
I looked her in confusion now.
"We still doing that threesome with Seth then?" she clarified.
Seth sits up and smirks at her.
"We all know what you were thinking!" I said angrily.
He chuckles.
I then motioned for Monica to follow me into the kitchen.
"I think," I said, "we should place him in my room tonight."
"You mean Doug?" Monica asked.
"No," I said, "I mean Seth."
She looked at me confused.
I then told her how Seth basically forced himself on me and how I reluctantly agreed to it. About him saying he owns the both of us now. Monica looked disgusted as I said that. Then she sighed and shook her head.
"Yeah he tried the second week of the trip," she said.
There was another pause between us.
"But he is something else isn't he Maria?" Monica asked looking at me.
I nod my head in agreement. My mind went back to him fucking me on my couch. His huge cock filling and stretching me out. Monica sighs again, which snaps me out of my erotic daydream.
"Well," I said, "then it looks like we both can't stop now."
"Appears so," she said.
We both giggled afterwards.
As we returned from the kitchen, Seth was still lounging on the couch naked. His clothes were on the carpet next to the coffee table. We both stood in front of him and crosses our arms over our chests.
"Grab your clothes and head up to my room," I said.
He sighs before getting up, then grabs his clothes and walks to the stairs. We followed behind him. Both of us thinking the same thing. Even though he was a asshole, Seth was a great fuck.
When we got to my room. He walks in and lays on my bed. I then closed the door behind him.
"We'll be in there later," I said.
I heard him chuckle and say fine. We then both head downstairs. I sit on the couch, as Monica leaves to get Doug.
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I drove to the park, all the while cursing myself for being stupid and a slut. If I had just locked the damn door, then none of this shit would be happening. Why did I want to invite him into the shower with me? I kept cursing myself for it.
I pulled into the park a bit later and got out of the car. As I began walking into the park, I spotted Doug on the swings. I could tell he has been crying hard.
"Doug!" I said walking up to him.
"What mom?' he snapped and turned to look at me.
"We need to talk," I said sitting in the swing next to him.
"About what?" he asked.
"I'm sorry Doug," I said, "for not telling you sooner about this."
I then told Doug about everything. Explained to him, that I was fucking Seth since week three. He looked at me in shocked silence. I expected that.
"So you willingly fucked him," he said coldly.
"Yes I fucked him." I said, "Yes I made a huge fucking mistake."
"Yeah we can agree on that," he snapped.
My mind trails to Seth's huge cock. He was a very big and delicious mistake. Focusing on the first night we made love. I never had that many orgasms before. Even with my late husband.
"If dad was still here," he began, "none of this would be happening."
"Don' t you think I know that," I snapped.
"But he is gone," I continued, "it's just us two now."
"I miss him," said Doug.
"I miss him too," I said sadly.
He sniffles.
"I don't want you hating me," I said, "I can't stand you hating me."
"I don't hate you mom," he said, "I'm just upset you willingly slept with him."
"Can you please forgive me for being stupid?" I asked.
He then hugs me and cries. His tears soak the top of my shirt as I held him. After a while, we walked back to the car. I smiled knowing Doug has no idea about tonight. That I'm still going to fuck Seth tonight with Maria. I then started the car and drove back.
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They came back a half hour later. Doug would not look at me when he came in first. Instead, he bolted upstairs to his room and slams the door. Monica came in a bit after him and sat in the armchair.
"So I told him everything" she said.
"You what?" I said.
"I told Doug everything." she said again.
"Like everything you did with Seth?" I asked
She nods her head.
"Wow," I said, "how did he take it?"
"He brought up his father." she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"How if he was still alive," she said, "none of this would be happening."
"Well would it?" I asked.
"Of course not!" Monica replied.
"So what happened afterwards?" I asked.
"He cried heavily," she said, "and hugged me."
I pictured that in my mind.
"All I thought about driving back here," Monica said, "was about tonight."
I stood up and went to stand in front of her. Monica looks up at me.
"Then let's go upstairs and fuck him," I said.
"Yeah," Monica said, "let's do that."
Just then the doorbell rings.
"Shit," I said, "must be the pizza."
I went to the front door and opened it. A girl in her mid twenties with short black hair and green eyes, hands me two pizza boxes. I paid her and closed the door as she turns to leave.
"Cute girl," I thought.
"Now," I said turning around, "let's go to our special fuckboy."