Semua Bab My Mom's Boyfriend : Bab 1 - Bab 7

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,

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 that night kept replaying in my head on a filthy, endless loop. How incredibly soft yet firm they felt, the perfect weight of them filling my palms completely. The way her sensitive nipples had hardened into tight little peaks instantly under my thumbs, begging for more attention as I “cleaned” the spilled juice off her soaked tank top.My cock was already semi-hard, twitching with growing interest just from replaying those few dangerous seconds in the kitchen. I could still feel the warmth of her soft flesh, the way her breathing had quickened, and how she hadn’t immediately pulled away. She wanted it. I was sure of it.I quietly climbed the stairs, trying not to make a sound. The house was