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Author: Ginny
last update publish date: 2026-06-24 00:04:57

(Beverley’s POV)

I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening, curled up on my bed with my knees pulled tight to my chest like I was trying to disappear into myself. The slap from Mom still stung on my cheek, a hot, throbbing reminder every time I touched it, but it was nothing compared to the deep, hollow ache in my chest. Her words kept echoing in my head on repeat, “It’s final.” Like my entire future, my chance at independence, my escape from this mess, was something she and Marcus could
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    (Marcus’s POV)Beverley avoided me the entire day.It was driving me absolutely crazy.From the moment she came downstairs for breakfast, it was clear something had shifted. She kept her eyes on the floor, refusing to meet my gaze even once. No playful smiles, no teasing brushes under the table, no secret glances that usually set my blood on fire. Just cold, deliberate distance. Every time I tried to get close, she would leave the room or give short, one-word answers that felt like ice water thrown in my face. I could feel the anger and jealousy radiating off her, the fallout from last night still burning strong.I tried to play it cool in front of Bianca, making normal conversation and helping with breakfast, but my focus stayed locked on Beverley. She sat quietly, pushing food around her plate, her body language screaming stay away. The memory of her locked door and silent treatment gnawed at me. I knew exactly why she was upset. She had heard everything last night. The sounds of m

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    Avoidance

    (Beverley’s POV)I woke up the next morning with a heavy feeling in my chest, like a weight pressing down on my ribs that refused to lift. The memory of last night played on repeat in my mind, the rhythmic thumping of the bedframe, Mom’s breathy moans turning into loud screams of pleasure, Marcus’s deep, guttural grunts as he fucked her. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Those words echoed in my ears, twisting something ugly inside me. The jealousy was still there, sharp and raw, like an open wound. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to feel anything for him right now.I stayed in my room as long as possible, pretending to work on NYU application stuff. My laptop sat open on my desk, but the words on the screen blurred together. Instead, I stared out the window, replaying every sound from the night before. The way Mom had called him “Daddy” with such shameless need. The wet slapping sounds. His low groans that used to be reserved for me in the dark. It

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    Jealous Flames

    (Beverley’s POV)I was lying in bed, waiting.The house had grown quiet hours ago, but my body was already humming with anticipation. My skin felt too warm under the sheets, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my tank top. Between my legs, my pussy was wet and aching, slick with need that had been building all day from the teasing games I’d played with Marcus. I kept glancing at the clock on my nightstand. It was the usual time, the window when he would normally slip out of the master bedroom and creep down the hall to me. My heart raced with that familiar mix of excitement and power. Tonight, I planned to reward him just a little. Maybe let his hands wander further. Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again.But tonight, something was different.At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting s

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    Everywhere

    (Beverley’s POV)I was getting addicted to the power.It coursed through me like a drug, making every heartbeat feel electric. The way Marcus looked at me now, desperate, hungry, barely holding it together, gave me a rush I’d never experienced before. After leaving him aching and leaking the night before, I woke up the next day with a wicked plan. I was going to push him even further, testing just how much he could take without breaking.I chose my outfit carefully: another ridiculously short silky gown, this one a soft baby pink that hugged my body and barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. No panties underneath. The fabric felt cool and slippery against my skin as I moved, a constant reminder of how exposed I was. When I finally went downstairs, the house smelled like roasted chicken and herbs, Mom was finishing up dinner.Marcus was already at the table, helping set things out. His eyes locked onto me the moment I entered, tracing the way the gown clung to my breasts and hips. I saw

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    More addictive

    (Marcus’s POV)I was losing control.Beverley had turned the tables on me completely, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Or if I even wanted to.After that torturous lap dance and the way she’d left me hanging earlier that night, I was rock hard and aching. My cock throbbed painfully in my boxers as I lay in bed next to Bianca, who was fast asleep and breathing softly beside me. Every shift of the sheets sent sparks through my over-sensitive dick. Precum had soaked through the fabric, leaving a cool, sticky reminder of just how badly I needed release. Sleep was impossible. My mind kept replaying every teasing wiggle, every brush of her ass against me, the wet heat I’d felt through her panties. She was in my blood now.I couldn’t take it anymore.Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Bianca. My heart hammered in my chest as I crept down the hallway, the floor cool under my bare feet. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner. Beverley’s door wa

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    Addicted

    (Marcus’s POV)Beverley was becoming addicted.And I was loving every fucking second of it.The way she had flipped the script on me, those short dresses that barely covered anything, the deliberate bends and wiggles, the risky photos she started sending me during the day, and especially that torturous lap dance the other night, had me completely hooked. She was getting bolder, riskier, and it was making me harder than I had been in weeks. My cock throbbed at the mere thought of her now, even when I was trying to focus on anything else.Yesterday, I woke up with Bianca curled against my side, her arm draped possessively over my chest. She stirred, pressing soft kisses along my neck and sliding her hand down my stomach, clearly wanting more. Normally I would have pulled her on top of me, but today my mind was already elsewhere, on her daughter. Beverley’s teasing from yesterday still burned in my memory, the way she’d left me aching and unfinished. I gently pushed Bianca’s hand away wi

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    After the touch--- Marcus's POV

    I was still downstairs in the kitchen, shirtless in just my loose gray sweatpants, when the urge hit me hard. I told myself I needed some water, but that was complete bullshit. The real reason was her. I couldn’t stop thinking about Beverley. The memory of her full, heavy tits in my hands earlier t

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    After the touch--- Marcus's POV

    I was still downstairs in the kitchen, shirtless in just my loose gray sweatpants, when the urge hit me hard. I told myself I needed some water, but that was complete bullshit. The real reason was her. I couldn’t stop thinking about Beverley. The memory of her full, heavy tits in my hands earlier t

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    I slipped into bed, the image of his lust-filled eyes and those strong hands replaying over and over in my mind like a filthy loop I couldn’t pause. Sleep was going to be impossible tonight. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be.The house was quiet again, but something between us had happe

  • My Mom's Boyfriend    :Almost—Marcus's POV

    It was a little past 1 a.m. and the house was completely quiet except for the low hum of the television. Bianca and I were lounging in the living room, neither of us feeling sleepy yet. We were talking about her daughter, Beverly. I acted like the concerned stepfather, asking all the right question

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