It's about Yoana, my stepmother.

The story does not contain sexual activity involving minors.

Of note: Some readers do not accept stories about a relationship between a son and his stepmother as incest, but I do.

...

I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. Mom was a professor of Chemistry at the university, and Dad was an entrepreneur who became a billionaire after founding several successful startups. They were very happy together and lived normal life without too much extravagance, but I was never spared anything I wished. I had the newest phone, video games, bicycle, and later a new BMW.

Once I turned 18, my parents summoned me and explained that now, that I was considered an adult, it was time to act like one. From then on, in addition to studying in college, they expected me to find a part time job, like tutoring other students in my free time, and stop overspending. It was unexpected, but I understood their rationale. Fortunately, I didn't have to struggle to achieve good grades, and I had ample time to teach high school students math and physics.

After finishing my studies, I became an environmental physicist and was accepted to Argonne National Laboratory. I loved my job and, over the years, got multiple awards and promotions. My parents were very proud of my success at work.

...

The accomplishments in my profession hid a deep hole in my life. I was only 5'6" and weighed 175 pounds. I thought my face and body were unimpressive. Growing up, I noticed the handsome, tall, athletic guys got the attractive girls. Students like me had no luck. Twice I attempted to talk to girls and invite them to a movie, but got rejected unceremoniously and was reluctant to try again. In my youth I masturbated a lot, and later in life, I was doing it on average about twice a week, mostly fantasizing about pretty actresses.

Six months after I turned 40, my loving mother began losing weight. Dad joked, "Honey, stop exercising so much and eat more. At 63 I'd like you to have more meat on your bones. I love you the way you are, and have no wish to have Twiggy for a wife."

Mom giggled and promised to eat better. However, her weight kept dropping, and one day she decided to check it out. After 2 weeks the diagnosis was clear: End stage ovarian cancer. She underwent every therapy known to men, including experimental drugs, but died 3 months later. Dad and I were devastated. He cried to me, "I was sure Mom would bury me and later find love in the arms of a young Latino lover..."

"Dad, she was a perfect wife and mother, but life goes on. I am sure she would have wanted you to remember her, yet continue living the good life."

For 10 days my father was inconsolable, but then he met his old friend Morris K. They were childhood friends and both became very successful entrepreneurs. Morris told Dad that it was time to work less, give to charities, and enjoy his riches. I was very busy on one of our projects, and visited Dad a month later. He behaved differently: He looked tan and... smiley.

I stared at him quizzically, and he said, "Morris pulled me into his inner circle. They have parties, using his yacht for trips along Florida's fantastic beaches, and having fun with alcohol, weed, and pretty women. Initially, I was skeptical, but after seeing it with my own eyes and trying it, I was captivated. All my life I worked hard and became a billionaire, but never had time to enjoy my money. If not now, when?"

"Dad, I am happy to know you found a way to enjoy life again, but you are 64 and I wish you'll take it easy."

"Son, Morris told me, 'George, I do not wish to add years to my life; I wish to add life to my years.' I agree wholeheartedly, and if god decides it is my time, I'll accept it."

We had good time together. He introduced me to Morris K., whom I heard about but never saw in person. I met him in his swimming pool, surrounded by 2 twenty-something girls: A blonde one and a black girl. He was smoking a Cuban Cohiba cigar, sipping expensive cognac, and telling dirty jokes. Dad and Morris got along very well, and soon, young chicks were looking for Dad's company as well. Except for Morris and Dad, nobody else knew me, and nobody approached me. I felt like a voyeur in a Playboy mansion. I was jealous...

...

Months went by. I continued investing the majority of my time at work. One day, I got a text from my father, 'Rob, we need to talk. Please call me at the earliest possible.'

I dreaded the worst and phoned him immediately. He sounded cheerful, "Son, I decided to marry again."

"WHAAAT?"

"Her name is Yolanda, but I call her Yoana. She is 25 years young and was Miss South Beach 7 months ago. I want you to meet her and give us your blessing."

"Dad, isn't 40 year difference too much? Are you sure she marries you for love? You might find out she is a gold digger."

"Rob, I wasn't born yesterday, and I took into account everything you are saying. Come here and we'll talk about it, but the bottom line is, I want you to be happy for me."

Two days later, I flew to Florida. Yoana and Dad met me at the airport. He looked good, but slightly older and with less hair than before. Yoana was absolutely gorgeous! Her figure was something else: She was busty with narrow waist and widening hips. A classic sexy girl one would drool over in porn magazines. Her long, blonde hair reached her back, and her blue eyes inspected me curiously. She extended her hand to me and mumbled, "Nice to meet you, Rob. I heard a lot about your excellent work."

I blushed, "Nice to meet you too. Dad was right. You are as beautiful a woman as I have ever seen."

"Thank you. Does it mean you approve of your Dad and my marriage?"

I blurted diplomatically, "It's my father's life, and whatever makes HIM happy, makes ME happy too."

Next, we went to a luxurious restaurant and had dinner together. At home, I usually ate simple food, so I savored the meal and watched the couple exchange lovey-dovey glances and hold hands. Everything suggested true love, yet the age difference bothered me. An hour later, Yoanna left us to meet some friends, and my father and I went to his home in Miami Beach.

I said, "Dad, I love you and I see you are very fond of Yoana. I agree that she looks amazing, but how do you know she marries you purely for love and not take advantage of your status and money?"

Fe laughed, "My life is short, and as I mentioned before, I wish to live my remaining years the best way possible. My lawyer and I prepared my will together. In short, if the wedding takes place, she would vow to have sex with me at least twice a week and never cheat on me until I die. If she is loyal until my death, she'll get half my wealth, and you get the other half. If there is proof she betrayed me with somebody, after my death, she'll get only $1000 per month, and you'll inherit the rest."

"How can you be certain she won't do it behind your back?"

He grinned, "Among my current employees I have a security group. I notified the boss that after the wedding, I wish to install video and audio devices in her car, her phone, in the house, and even on her jewelry. They'll replace batteries and check the data on a regular basis, and document everything relevant. I have no intention of finding out the results of their surveillance, and prefer to get the maximum from our life together. However, after my death, before reading the will with Yoana, you'll get all the information and see if there is any incriminating evidence. If there is, you show it to my lawyer, and he will continue accordingly."

I hoped my father made the right choice marrying Yoanna. Before the wedding day, I spent 3 days with them, and they seemed like any other loving couple I've seen before: Walking hand in hand, kissing frequently, and dancing exclusively with each other at a party. I tried to ask her for a dance, but she sweetly rejected the request, telling me she would dance only with Dad.

The wedding ceremony was a big deal. There were hundreds of guests, most of whom I hadn't seen before. I stayed away from the happy couple, letting them chat, dance, and take photos with everybody for posterity. I sat in one of the corners, unrecognizable, and munched on the delicious food. I also had one beer, but unlike a few others, I did not overdo it and did not get drunk. Everything ended around midnight. I helped Yoana and Dad place the presents in a large container, and noticed that most guests gave envelopes with checks rather than something more personal.

When the party was over, I stayed in one of the guestrooms and left early in the morning. Before leaving, I congratulated them, shook Dad's hand and kissed Yoana's cheek. She let me do it, but her facial expression was, how should I describe it, less than cheerful...

In the months that followed, on average once every 2 weeks I talked to Dad. He sounded happy, telling me about the trips they made, their adventures, and even that Yoana was great in bed. I had a sigh of relief; Apparently, Yoana took her devotion to Dad seriously and made his life pleasant.

About 2 years later, I was at work and got a phone call. The screen told me it was Dad. I said, "Dad, let me finish something and I'll call you back in 5."

Seven minutes later, I called his number. Yoana answered, "Sorry, Rob. Dad dialed your number by mistake. He didn't feel well, attempted to call his doctor, and misdialed you."

"May I talk to him? Does he wish me to come?"

She laughed, "Oh, don't worry. Everything is fine. You know, he is getting older, and occasionally he forgets things. It sounds like a viral infection. I gave him Tylenol and hot tea. He is now in bed, and I prefer that he sleep. After a good nap, he is usually at his best.

Three days later, I phoned Dad again. Yoana told me that he just left the house to stroll in the neighborhood. I asked her to tell him to call me when he returned. He never called back. The next morning I phoned one more time. When Yoana picked up the phone, I insisted on talking to Dad. She said, "Rob, he doesn't feel well and refuses to talk to anybody."

For me, it didn't sound like my Dad, and I blurted, "I am coming down there tomorrow." I hung up the phone, not waiting for her reaction.

I arrived at the house late afternoon. I rang the bell, and Yoana opened the door with her eyes red. "What's going on?" I asked.

"Overnight he deteriorated and vomited twice. I wanted to call an ambulance to take him to the hospital, but he refused. Now he seems unconscious, and I don't know what to do."

I went to his room, and realized Yoana was right. Dad seemed to be in a coma. I called 911, and an ambulance arrived within 10 minutes to take him to the hospital. I stayed with him during the initial tests. The doctor came to talk to me 3 hours later. His face was stern, "Sorry to tell you, but your father is in a critical state. Based on our tests, he is dehydrated, has sepsis, and has been for too many hours without proper treatment. Right now he shows multiple organ failure. We'll try our best, but his chances of survival are slim."

For almost 24 hours he was in a comatose state, and then he expired. Yoana was there with me when Dad died. She cried and looked very miserable. I felt sorry for her and attempted to hug her, but she pushed me away and took a taxi home.

...

The next morning, after freshening up, I went toward the kitchen. On the way, I passed by my father's room and saw Yoanna checking his drawers. I asked her what she was looking for, and she said, "Dad's will. I never had access to his account, and each week he gave me the money I needed for everything I asked. I thought of going shopping with my friend, and I have no money."

I was surprised, "Why is it so urgent? There is plenty of food in the fridge and on the shelves."

"My BFF told me she wanted me to accompany her to the mall."

"Yoana, Dad died barely 24 hours ago. Doesn't it mean anything to you?"

"Rob, when your father was alive, I was a very good and loyal wife. Now that he is no longer with us, what does it matter if I go outside the house or stay here and cry myself to sleep?"

I stared at her, "I thought both of you were so happy together, that you developed more feelings for him and would feel terrible for at least a couple of days..."

"Rob, please do not preach. It wasn't easy to be married to a much older man. I did the best I could, but in return, I got only money."

"And what did you think would happen when you married him? You were a trophy wife and knew it in advance."

"Never mind. Do you have $500 to spare?"

"Are you nuts?" I pulled my wallet. It had $56.32.

"OK, give me the $50, and I'll return it to you once the will is executed."

"I can't do it. I'll need some of it to get back home in Chicago."

She began crying, "And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"I'll stay here for another day and go with you to buy whatever you need for 2 weeks using my credit card. After that time, you'll remain in the house and at least pretend to mourn your husband. I'll get in touch with the lawyer, and ensure the official reading of the will takes place within a week."

"Please, tell him to hurry."

I left the house with Yoana, and she drove me in her new Mercedes. It turned out she 'urgently' needed 2 bras, 2 sets of panties, a robe, an umbrella, and a tablecloth. I paid with my Visa card without complaining, and later flew back to my house.

The next morning, I contacted the lawyer and asked how I would get the data from the security company. He said, "I'll talk to them right now and instruct them to give you all the material in their possession." An hour later I got another phone call: "Is this Rob Chernov?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Your father's lawyer told me to bring you everything we collected. Will you be there tomorrow afternoon, let's say at 4:30 pm?"

"I'll be here waiting for you."

...

The truth; I didn't expect much. But when the first box containing video clips, copies of hotel receipts, and close up photos was opened, I was stunned. It took me a whole day to briefly go over the material. Yoana started dating a young, handsome guy barely 8 months after the wedding. Her clumsy attempts to hide her affair were useless, and I had copies of her hotel shenanigans, bar outings, and pictures with the name of that guy. About 4 months later, she added her tennis instructor to her bed. She found time to alternate between the two.

I had enough information. I didn't bother opening the second box. Next, I e-mailed the lawyer several copies of incriminating material and asked him to arrange a meeting to explain the will. The following day, he sent an e-mail to Yoana and me to be in his office 3 days later.

Yoana and I didn't contact each other during that time, and I assumed she found a way to survive without further asking me for money. Either she did as I told her and stayed at home, which I doubted very much, or she borrowed money from girlfriends or lovers, promising to repay them after she got half of my father's wealth.

We met in the office. She smiled at me and I smiled back, thinking she had no idea what was coming...

The lawyer sat us down, offered us coffee with cookies, gave his deepest condolences, and asked politely how we managed after my father's death. I saw a tear in Yoana's eye and she whined, "It was awful. Georgie was such a good man, that everybody loved. I felt so lonely without him."

I answered shortly, "I managed."

Then he pulled the will, looked at us, and asked, "Would you like me to read everything in order, or start with the summary?"

Yoana blurted, "The summary will be good."

He grinned, "As you wish Mrs. Chernov. So as of today, you'll receive a monthly check of $1,000 until the day you die. Rob Chernov, after removing $570,000,000 that your father assigned to various charities and some of his company employees, the rest is yours, valued at around 3.2 billion dollars."

Yoana smiled, "Sir, you are clearly mistaken. Half my husband wealth goes to me. I know, because he told me so himself."

The lawyer stared at her, "Were there any conditions to get the money you claim is yours?"

"The only condition was that I'll be faithful to him, and I was the model wife until his dying day."

"Ma'am, all 3 of us know you weren't."

She cried, "What are you saying? I dated a couple of guys BEFORE marrying dear George, but I never dreamed of cheating on him."

The lawyer gazed at me. I mumbled, "Yoana, you are lying, and we have proof. I suggest you accept the verdict."

"Are you crazy? Giving up on more than a billion dollars because you have suspicions?"

The lawyer pulled a brown envelope and placed it before her. She opened it with trembling fingers and took out the contents. She looked at each receipt and picture one by one as her face became pale.

She finished, and again I saw tears in her eyes, "Robbie, I really tried, but your father was a wimp in bed. I brought him Viagra, but it helped very little, and his size was another issue. I am young, and you cannot expect me to be without physical activity."

"So you betrayed your loving husband, and now you tried to lie to us. Sorry lady, but you screwed up and you know it."

"What do you expect me to live on? A thousand dollars is nothing..."

"This was the deal you agreed on before getting married. Tell you what; I'll let you remain in my father's house for one month in addition to your guaranteed $1000. After that time, I expect you to leave the house with only your clothes and the jewelry Dad gave you. Don't forget there are multiple cameras all over the house, so if you attempt to steal something, I'll know about it and you'll go to jail. When you find a temporary place to live in, call me and we'll talk again."

I thanked the lawyer and left, ignoring Yoana's pleading eyes.

...

One month later, on the money, I got a call from Yoana, "Robbie, baby, I missed you."

If she had said similar sentence before Dad died, I might have taken it more seriously, but now I knew the manipulative bitch too well. The only card she had that I was interested in was her appearance. Now that I had full control of the money, either I was getting what I fantasized about in the previous month, or she would end up on the street.

"Yoana, you sound good. I understand you found a solution to your money issue."

"Not really. You are a good man and have so much money, that I thought you could spare some for your stepmother."

"Where are you staying now?"

"I booked a hotel room for 3 days at the Four Seasons in Chicago."

"But that's about $1000, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"So you've got nothing left?..."

"I told you I needed your help."

"Tomorrow, take a taxi to my house. Once you arrive here, I'll pay him."

...

Yoana arrived dressed in a short green dress with low neckline, displaying her breathtaking figure. Her face was as pretty as before. I remembered it and even... masturbated to. I paid the driver and sent him away. Then I let her into my house. She looked around and was surprised, "Honey, you are a billionaire now. Why do you stay in this tiny 2 bedroom house?"

"Because it's enough for my modest needs. I do not see a reason to spend money on things that won't make my life better."

"So, Robbie, how much more are you willing to give me beyond the measly $1000 a month?"

"I do not consider you a charity case, so you will NOT get any additional FREE money."

She started crying, "You want me to beg for money on the street?"

"Not at all. If you wish to have money, you'll have to earn it."

"But I don't know how to cook, clean, or even do the laundry..."

"Yoana, you have only one asset I may be interested in. Your body."

She glanced at me and blurted, "Rob, you are nuts if you think this way."

I stood up, "I may be nuts, but you are out of here RIGHT NOW!"

She remained sitting and pleaded, "Robbie, what are you talking about? I used to be your father's wife. How do you expect me to even consider such a preposterous idea?"

"I am done with arguing. You have absolutely nothing else I would be interested in. Either you'll be my mistress, or a better name will be my private slut, or get out and never contact me again."

Her facial expression was difficult to describe. It went from disgust to hate and then to despair. She begged, "Rob, I may get along with $10,000 a month. Can't you spare out of your massive fortune that little money for your former stepmother?"

"I can afford it, but I do not want to do it. You lied to Dad, and attempted to lie to me about being loyal to Dad. In conclusion, you deserve nothing. My offer stands: If you become my private sex slave, I'll let you stay with me and increase your monthly sum to $10,000. Take it or leave it."

Yoana stared at my eyes for a long moment before answering, "I'll do it for $50,000 a month."

I giggled, "So now, like a true prostitute, you are willing to bargain your price. Not interested. It's time to leave my house."

"$20,000..."

"NO! over time, if I see you are worth it, I might consider raising your salary, but the initial sum is $10,000, not a penny more."

She sighed, "I have nowhere to go... What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Robbie, be serious. I just arrived. Shall I make you a cup of coffee?"

"Remove everything you have on!"

For a fraction of a second, her face showed utter revulsion, but it quickly changed to one of giving up the fight. She slowly started stripping. Yoana gradually lowered her zipper, and let her short dress fall on the cheap carpet. Her figure was sexier than I've seen in Pornhub and my penis began hardening. She gazed into my eyes, "Isn't that enough?"

"Not even close."

She sighed again, unclasped her silky bra, and it landed on her dress. I gasped. Her enormous tits were TOO perfect! They were round, full, and despite their size stood high on her chest. The dark pink areolas surrounded stiff reddish nipples. My pecker jolted in my pants, creating a huge tent. She noticed and remarked, "If this is really what I think it is, you didn't inherit it from your father..."

I growled, "You are not done yet."

She grinned and, with her eyes focused on mine, slowly lowered her low cut panties to her ankles. I couldn't believe my eyes: Before me stood naked the sexiest woman alive!

Yoana stood on her high heels and asked in a soft voice, "Shall I take off my shoes too?"

"No," I barked, "Come here and unzip my fly!"

"Isn't it enough for one day?" she begged.

"Not at all. You saw what your exposed body did to my dick. Now take care of it."

I wasn't sure where I got such courage, since I was a virgin, and frankly, had never even seen a naked woman before. The feeling of having power over her affected me like an alcohol rush, and I intended to use it to get what I fantasized about.

I sat on a chair, spread my legs apart, and pointed to her to kneel before me. She knew exactly what I meant. Her knees crumbled, and in no time, she was between my thighs. Yoana began lowering my zipper, and I warned her, "Be careful."

She watched my eyes, obviously not understanding what the warning was about. Once the zipper was all the way down, she got the message. My 8 incher jerked forward and up, hitting her on the chin. Her breathing stopped, "Oh, my... what a monster you've got..."

She ogled my member as her tiny palm caressed my hairy ball sack, tenderly jiggling my testicles. My pole kept extending. Her eyes were mesmerized by my giant tool as her hand continued gently caressing the covered base. She licked her lips.

I said, "Lick the head!"

Like a zombie, her face leaned on my prick, and her tongue lapped around the mushroomed head. It slightly jolted. This sudden movement awoke her, and she murmured, "Robbie, you've got a real awesome beast here..."

"Stop talking and start blowing it."

She parted her luscious lips to the maximum, and was able to take in the spongy part. She milked it lightly. Next, her lips moved forward, gradually engulfing my shaft into her mouth. I felt my tip hitting a hurdle when there were about 3" left outside. Yoana began bobbing my rod. I became extremely aroused sooner than I wanted. I held the back of her head with my hands and erupted like a powerful volcano deep in her throat. Initially, she tried to retreat, but I was too strong and she alternated between swallowing and choking on my hot lava. It took about 30 seconds, but it was by far the best experience I have ever had in my life.

When I was done, I looked at her astonishingly. She apparently was good at giving oral. According to her, Dad's cock was much smaller than mine, so she got her knowledge from other partners.

I asked, "Are you OK?"

She smiled and mumbled, "I am OK now. First, I didn't expect your dick to be so long and thick. But then, I thought you'd last longer..."

I said, "Your body is sexy, and your blow job was phenomenal..."

She grinned, "Does it mean I earned my keep?"

"For a first time, it was very good. You'll sleep in my bed tonight. Tomorrow, after work, we'll bring your stuff from the Four Seasons, and you'll be moving permanently into my house."

She asked softly, "Isn't the house too small?..."

"Since we have no children or pets, for the 2 of us it should suffice. After a year, if I still find you useful, I'll buy a bigger house for us."

...

Usually, I left home for work at 7:30 am. However, that morning I woke up earlier. It was still dark outside, and I felt my pecker being touched. Yoana was lying by my side, but her palm gingerly rubbed my covered dick. I was still half asleep and asked, "What is it?"

She muttered, "I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, I noticed your woodie. Your member is so big, and I thought you might use some help."

I must have had an erotic dream because I didn't feel the need to pee. "How would you like to help?"

She smiled, "You are still sleepy, so I was thinking about riding your beautiful monster and let it relieve itself in my cunt."

"OK. Do that." Did she know I never came in a girl's vagina before? My mind wasn't awake enough yet to think about it. I rested on my back and allowed her free hand. Yoana removed my boxers and stared wide eyed at my full erection. My eyes were partially open, watching her stunned look on my rod. She already saw it the day before, but gazing at the sky pointing organ was still new to her. I could feel her respiration going up a notch. She crouched slowly over my prick until it touched her folds. She was soaked down there! Yoana continued descending on it as my thick penis gradually expanded her tight pussy walls. The abundant self lubrication definitely helped to smooth the penetration. By the time her ass cheeks touched my ball sack, I felt the tip pushing hard against her cervix. She stayed in this position for a minute, allowing her vagina adjust to my girth and mumbled, "God! your giant thing fills me like never before. It's perfect!"

Then she began riding it. The friction was the most pleasant sensation I have ever had. As my arousal rose, all of a sudden, Yoana shrieked, and her torso shuddered uncontrollably. I watched her large tits sway back and forth. By now I was awake, horny, and ready to play a more active role. I massaged her warm boobs and pinched lightly her pointy nipples. She screamed, "I aaam cumming. It feeels sooo good!..."

I slowed down, attempting to enjoy the sight and the feeling, but electing to prolong the act as much as possible. It was tough. My orgasm was pending... Next, I turned her upside down, lifted her calves over my shoulders, and shoved my dong as much as I could deep into her tunnel. I had little time before climaxing, and I drilled her pussy fast and furious making her body jolt in all directions like a ragdoll. Soon after, I began ejaculating deep in her crevices, feeling her spasming cunt milking jet after jet out of my cock. I recall growling wildly as my spunk flooded her pussy. When it was over, I landed on my back by Yoana's side, grasping for air.

Several minutes passed, and my sensitive, shriveled penis was being touched again. I looked down; Yoana licked the residual stains. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She finished, hugged my chest and whispered, "I would have never believed I'd find the ultimate sexual gratification with my stepson... Your dick is massive, and the way you plowed me was incredible."

I glanced at my watch. It was time to dress up. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, feeling invigorated. As I was leaving for work, I told Yoana, "Stay here and watch TV until I return, and then we'll talk about the near future."

...

I arrived home at 4:30 pm. I opened the door, entered, and then went back outside to check if this was really my home. It was. I reentered and looked around. The furniture was still in the living room, but everything was dusted, with cloth covers on each and every piece, and rearranged differently. Yoana was nowhere to be seen. Next, I explored the bedroom. The bedding was changed to a clean set...

As I was walking to the bathroom, Yoana came out of the basement with her hair disheveled and a duster in her hand. She had a smile on her face. "Rob, I thought you'd be back at 5 pm."

I eyed her, "Who the hell are you, and what did you do to my stepmother?"

She giggled, "I killed her. May I ask for a favor?"

"What?"

"Please, go somewhere for half an hour and return at 5:15. It's nice outside, take a short stroll."

"OK, but you better have a good reason for it."

I haven't walked in the nearby park for a while. I strolled leisurely, thinking about the latest developments in my relationship with Yoana. I entered the front door at 5:20. Yoana stood by the entrance wearing a short, white, transparent lingerie. Her hair and face were done, and she looked as sexy as ever. She jiggled her barely covered tits and asked seductively, "Sir, you just returned from a long day at work, so you must be tired. Is there anything I can do to raise your spirit?"

I ogled her voluptuous body, concentrating on her assets, and my pecker began ascending. I said, "I don't know about 'my spirit', but I'd like to use your body TO RAISE something else..."

Yoana chuckled, "But sir, I am a decent lady, you cannot talk to me like that."

"Shut up and get to bed before I rape you right here on the floor!"

"In your dreams. I am not afraid of you..."

I took 2 steps toward her, tore the thin cloth off her body, and carried her warm body to bed. I removed my clothes, revealing my full mast joker. She smiled and mumbled, "Your cock is marvelous, but I am not giving in to your ridiculous demands."

I positioned her on all four, and blurted, "You are a bitch, so I'll use a bitch position to fuck you." I heard her laughing softly. I moved behind her, spread her legs apart, and aimed the helmet into her snatch.

I hissed, "Anything you wish to complain about before I impale your body with my sword?"

She murmured, "Sir, you are all talk. Show me your prowess."

I gingerly penetrated her pussy, but once I was all the way inside, I started drilling like a powerful jackhammer. She lasted less than 5 minutes before shivering and whimpering. I accelerated my pace further, adding tit massage to the act. Her wailing turned louder. I was very horny and watched as the valley between her ass cheeks open and close before my eyes. Her tiny puckered hole looked very tempting. Next I spit on my forefinger, and gently inserted it into her tight anus. Yoana screamed, "Yes, baby, finger my ass you motherfucker... I love it."

I bent over her back and whispered in her ear, "Yes Mommy dearest, I love fucking you and abuse your butthole too." She began crying and her body landed on the mattress with my cock still in her narrow cunt. I continued slamming my stiff tool into her for another 10 minutes and then shot millions of sperms deep in her vagina. My engorged penis refused to deflate, and I happily continued ramming it into her abused pussy. After 5 minutes, my organ signaled it was tired and started shrinking.

We rested for almost half an hour. Then Yoana turned to me with tears in her eyes, "If your dear Daddy was as half good as you in bed, I would have never considered cheating on him. Sex with you is divine!"

"You were a good sex partner. By the way, what did you do to my house?"

She grinned, "You were at work most of the day. Your house looks typical of that of a lifelong bachelor male: Superficially clean, unorganized, mismatch of colors, whatever... I thought it was time to make it more pleasant. I like it more this way, but if you don't, we can bring it back to the way it was, or... you can punish me."

I pretended to be upset, "No need to change the furniture again, but you did everything without asking for permission, so you definitely deserve to be punished. Let's go out, eat at an Italian restaurant, and later, in bed, I plan to titfuck you, so that next time you won't make changes without asking me first. Is it clear?"

Yoana giggled, "Very clear. I was already thinking about additional changes I'll work on tomorrow. You'll see them when you come back from work."