Mommy Monster

The car ride home drags like they always do. Senator Gregory’s in the front seat yapping with some donor about families and charity while his wife stares out the glass like she’s counting trees. She hates these stiff church-and-state parties, but the money and the freedom they give her make the evenings worth it. When he hangs up he checks the time and tells the driver they need to hit the airport fast—his stepson’s coming for the weekend. Mrs. Gregory’s smirk is quick and sour. She knows it’s only a couple days before he flies again. He squeezes her knee and says not to sweat it—William’s staying a full week. She turns back to the window, smile gone. Marilyn perches on the tub, phone in one hand, dressing gown open, thumb already circling her clit when his voice booms up the stairs. She slams the screen shut, closes the gown, and heads down. He wants a kiss; she offers the shoulder instead. William strolls in, shirtless, cereal bowl in hand, ignores her completely. The senator kisses her cheek; she ushers him out the door like an evacuation. Alone now, she snatches the bowl from her stepson. “You stopped answering my messages.” He barely looks up. “And you stopped funding my account.” She tries to stay calm—he knows the deal: cash per girl he brings home. He stands up, voice rising. “Just come out already. I’m done playing pretend.” She follows him to the kitchen, desperate, reminding him what happens if the senator finds out about the women. Her tone cracks. He softens for a second—she’s the only mother he’s ever known, the only person who actually protected him. Then he says the new terms: one profile, one night, then he’s done. She promises, and he finally nods. Days later he walks in with Anna—pretty, curly hair, nursing student. They make out on the couch before he leaves to grab drinks. Marilyn’s already coming down the stairs in a short black dress, tits pushed up, smile loaded. Anna blinks when the older woman says it’s her house and William’s her assistant. Marilyn runs a finger up Anna’s thigh, drops hints about the “arrangement.” William returns, jaw tight. The girl says she should probably head out; Marilyn insists she stay and pushes William to sit her down again. The front door clicks shut behind her with a secret grin. Anna laughs, “Your boss comes on pretty strong.” William kisses the words off her mouth, then starts feeding her the lines they’ve practiced. When his dick’s in her mouth Marilyn sneaks back through the side door, peels her dress off, and fingers herself as she watches. William keeps Anna’s head down and makes the hand signal—now. He lifts the girl onto his lap, fucks her slow, eyes locked on his stepmother while he asks if she minds the woman’s flirting. Anna says she’s had threesomes before. The grin that spreads on William’s face turns sharp. He flips Anna to her knees, slams back in, and finally snaps. “My boss only fucks pussy when another girl’s in the room.” Anna moans, thinking it’s dirty talk. Marilyn’s face goes white. William keeps pounding and tells his stepmother to get her mouth on his cock or he’s calling the senator tonight. She slaps him hard, but Anna’s already spinning around, laughing nervously. William grabs Marilyn by the hair and shoves his dick between both their lips. What follows is raw and ugly. Anna’s in the middle, trying to keep up while they fight over her. William makes his stepmother lick the girl, then pulls her off to ride him instead, making sure she looks at him the whole time. Anna’s left on the sidelines, confused and forgotten. He finally pulls out and paints his stepmother’s tits and face, rubbing the mess in with the head of his dick. Anna scrambles for her clothes, mutters something about it getting weird, and bolts. The second the door closes Marilyn starts screaming. William just walks out, cum still dripping off his stepmother’s chin.