MY FATHER'S WIFE LOVES MY DICK

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I want to tell you my story. Yes, I know that you will be angry with me but I don't care about your judgment; I don't care about what you will say about me because, my story is my story. At least I have the courage to want to tell you my story. Can you have the courage to tell your story to the people around you? I think not!

So, take a seat and read my story; a story that later hurt me too. Yes, it is a very cruel act; a very horrible and abominable act.

Do you know that your father's wife is also your mother? So, if she is to be your mother, do you agree with me that sleeping with her would be a great sin?

Oh my God! I didn't know! I didn't even know what had gone through my mind to start sleeping with my stepmother; yes, with my father's wife.

I don't need to tell you my story without first telling you who I am and where I come from.

They call me Nicolas. But all my friends call me Nico, the abbreviation of my first name. I am twenty-three years old. Being that age, you already know what that could mean! So I have a girlfriend that I adore with all my soul. My father, he's a military man with a lot of ranks. And I think you know the role that a rank plays when you talk about the armed forces!

So my dad is sent on missions all the time. He never has time to stay home. This is one of the reasons why I will never dream of the military. Me Nicolas, dreaming of being a soldier in my life? Never! And if ever one of my children dares to tell me one day that he will be a member of the armed forces, I will disown him from my children. It's only their outfit that looks good on their body otherwise it's a shitty profession! There's nothing in it.

So I was telling you about my father. So he's a military man with ranks here and there but he never has time to stay home and do anything. My father, he is a rich man after all, because the state pays him well after each of his missions and we do not lack anything. Yes, I did say "we". I used this plural because my father has two children: Raphaël and me. He also has two wives: my mother and his second wife, Miss Ashley. My father built a big house. Yes, you know what it means to be rich! Out of his wealth, he built a big house with many floors. The courtyard, he worked it well with paving stones. If you enter our house, you will scream and ask yourself if it is still Benin or France.

Yes, the house is beautiful. And since my mother is his first wife, he put her on the second floor. His second wife, the freshest, he put her on the second floor.

My mother is a seamstress and goes to work often. She has her own workshop in the heart of the city. Ashley in her 20s, she doesn't like to be in the way. She is always at home, in front of the television. Raphael and I, since we are from the same mother, each of us has our own room on the second floor. Ashley stays alone on the second floor. Dad, to avoid arguments, had installed almost the same furniture and ornaments in each room. Do you see the cost of being a polygamist? This is why I am afraid of polygamy.

My father never buys something unique; it's always a pair. The two plasma screens, they're all big screens. Not that my mom's is bigger than Ashley's.

And since I have my own room, when my sweetie visits, I serve her a small meal; then we follow a series and I take her to my room and we have a proper fuck. When I finish doing my unique trick, because I never do two yet that's a hundred liters of blood I'm evacuating from my body, I turn around in the living room whether she's satisfied or not, I leave the room to leave her alone there. When she doesn't see me coming back, she joins me in the living room and we watch the TV program together. When we stay there for hours and she still manages to excite me with her touching, I take her to my room again to go and do something else. All in all, I never fuck her on the couches in the living room because daddy or my mom or my brother or Ashley could walk into the living room at any time. That's why I always stay out of trouble.

I love Rosina, my girlfriend. I love her mostly because of her supple body. She's too beautiful a girl. She is also clear. She has the buttocks and also has breasts. I hear couples confess that they don't know the reason why they love each other. I know why I love Rosina. I love her because of three things: I love her for her beauty, for her breasts and for her ass. Oh yes, I know why I love my darling. But every time she asks me why I love her, I never dare to tell her that I love her for this and that! Who is going to neglect himself? I sing the same refrain to her: I don't know why I love you! When I knew very well why I loved him. Not telling her the real reason why I loved her was to avoid hurting her self-esteem. I am aware of that.

Every week she comes every third day to visit me. And every time she comes, it's for the fucking. She always comes in khakis. Sometimes she does all her classes at my house and in the evening I drop her off a few feet from her house and we say goodbye.

Did I ever tell you what I do for a living? Oh, that's because I forgot. I'm a first-year student. I just graduated from high school. My brother is a slacker. He has taken the baccalaureate six times without success. I only tried three times and it worked. Dad was proud of me; so was my mother. My older brother, not having passed his exams, had to leave the school to start a welding profession and when he leaves in the morning, he comes back home completely in the evening. I am often alone at home watching television.

I have to tell you everything about myself before I start the real episodes of my story.

I am someone who doesn't like to socialize much. I don't like to be noticed. It seems to be a quality of mine. After I passed the exam, my father gave me a beautiful new motorcycle. With this bike I could start riding around the neighborhood, but I am not that kind of person. In a week, I can often count the number of times I take my bike out. Let's say twice a week; just when I want to take Rosina home. After dropping her off, I calmly turn around at home. I'm so afraid of accidents when it comes to this that when I get on my bike, even a chameleon in a race runs faster than me.

Yes, I don't like to run because my life is more important to me than the air that enters my nostrils. That's why I don't like to drive. I asked my father to buy me a car and he didn't even give me a second thought.

So to finish with my presentation, I can add that I never leave the house. On top of that, I have to tell you that my father's wife, she came to the house only seven months ago. Her fair complexion is so attractive that when I see her, I can't stop thinking about Rosina. Yes, same complexion and same build. The only thing that Rosina has that is different from her is maybe the breasts. Yes, Rosina has big breasts while Ashley, my father's wife has small ones. But as you know, everyone has their own taste. This is my father's taste. My dad and I can never have the same taste. I like women with big breasts and he likes women with small breasts. You see indeed that the tastes are not the same no?

I can never imagine that one day I will change my taste and complement my father's with mine.

Yes, the day will come when I will find luxury in my father's taste.

What happened one day when Ashley invited me into her room to beg me to keep her company because she was feeling lonely? Oh my goodness! I could never imagine that the food Ashley offered my dad was more delicious than the food Rosina offered me when she came to undress in my bed.

Reader, Ashley's dish was more than honey.

Have you ever tasted honey? Oh, it was exactly like that. I think I'm going to end up taking it away from my dad and he's going to get another woman.

Did you ever get a hard-on when you read the story of a man who took his father's wife away? Come read mine, I think you'll die of envy and I don't care.