Todos los capítulos de My Mom's Boyfriend : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Beverly’s POVMy dad had only been gone for barely two months when my mom started dating someone new. It happened so fast it made my head spin. One minute she was crying about the divorce, and the next she was smiling at her phone like a lovesick teenager. It makes me wonder if she ever truly loved my dad at all, or if their breakup was just part of some twisted scheme so she could finally be with her whore of a boyfriend.His name is Marcus, and he moved into our house just a few days ago. I already hate him with a burning intensity that surprises even me. The very first day he showed up at our doorstep with his bags, I noticed the way his eyes kept drifting toward me. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. When I opened the door to let him in, I was wearing a simple white tank top, and his gaze immediately dropped. He lingered far too long on my chest. I won’t lie, I’m really busty, and tank tops like that one do my tits justice, hugging them tightly and showing off their full, round

: I had signed up for NYU(New York University) and I had been anxiously waiting for my admission decision to arrive. Today was the day that would determine everything. That acceptance letter was my ticket out of this house, the only way I could finally escape my mom and her hot, yet incredibly annoying, boyfriend. I planned to live on campus so I wouldn’t have to travel back and forth from home. I had already discussed this arrangement with my parents back when they were still together, so there was no need to revisit the topic now.My mom and I had never really seen eye to eye, even before the separation. I had always been closer to my dad, and now that my parents were no longer together, the tension between us had only grown worse. We lived like strangers sharing the same roof, everyone simply minding their own business. It hadn’t always been this way. Things changed when my mom landed that fancy new job. Sure, it paid well, but it had stolen the version of my mom I once knew and l

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 happened. I knew it. And from the way he’d looked at me… he knew it too.I lay there in the darkness, still wearing nothing but my tiny pink booty shorts. The soft fabric was already damp between my thighs, clinging uncomfortably to my swollen pussy. My body felt electric, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more attention. The cool air from the AC brushed over my bare breasts, making my nipples tighten into hard, aching little peaks again. I shivered, but not from the cold.God, what the hell is wrong with me?I rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow tightly and trying to force myself to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. No matter how hard I tried to think about NYU, or moving out,

(Beverley’s POV)Here's the expanded and longer version of that specific opening:The next morning came way too quickly. Sunlight was already filtering through my curtains, but I barely slept at all. I’d spent most of the night tossing and turning in my sheets, my body still buzzing and oversensitive from everything that had happened. My pussy felt sore and swollen from how brutally I’d fucked myself with my thick vibrator while listening to Marcus destroy Mom through the thin walls. Every muscle in my core ached in the best and worst way possible, a constant reminder of how many times I’d cum thinking about him.My mind wouldn’t stop replaying it all on an endless filthy loop. The way Marcus’s big, strong hands had squeezed and kneaded my heavy tits in the kitchen. How boldly his thumbs had teased and circled my hard nipples until I was trembling. The intense, hungry look in his eyes when he finally let go. And then, right after I ran upstairs, the sounds of him fucking Mom again, lo

(Beverley’s POV)The knock on my door came later that evening, just when I thought I could finally have some peace after the long, emotionally draining day. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop open in front of me, staring at the bright screen showing the official NYU acceptance letter and all the housing information I’d been excitedly researching for months. The photos of the dorm rooms, the campus tours, the move-in dates, and the promise of independence, it all felt like a lifeline. The promise of moving out, starting fresh on my own terms, and finally getting some real distance from this broken, suffocating house had been the one thing keeping me going through all the chaos of the divorce and everything that came after.“Come in,” I called, already feeling uneasy as I set my laptop aside.Mom stepped inside, closing the door gently behind her. She had a soft, almost hopeful expression on her face as she sat on the edge of my bed, smoothing out her robe with her hand