Mother Plays Wingwoman in New Erotic Fiction Release
Sydney drove back home, feeling both angry and dissatisfied. She and her spouse had been planning a special, romantic weekend for over a month. With Craig on leave from work and Sydney relieved from her usual commitments, her friend's first yoga class canceled, and Kyle, Craig's own son, watching the house and the dogs, everything seemed perfect.
The preparations had been made, and they arrived at the cabin together. There, they spent the afternoon enjoying the sunshine, perhaps as they used to when they first got married. It felt as if Sydney pleased Craig so much, and she didn't mind at all. Dinner was a romantic affair, masterminded by Sydney, who gave it a two-hour effort. They moved into the living room and cuddled. The fire was kindled, and things started to get heated up. Craig had promised to spend that weekend with Sydney completely, shunning all worldly matters. What she least expected was Craig's phone ringing, shattering the perfect ambiance.
Craig accepted the call and began to yell, and that's when Sydney knew her plans for the weekend were ruined. Away from home and with an apology on Craig's lips, Sydney flew into a rage. He took a cab back to the airport. That night was spent in the cabin, crying, wishing Craig were still the same man he was when they first got married. Her heartbreak wasn't just for the ruined weekend but the realization that work had superseded their marriage.
The next morning, Sydney cleaned the cabin and left alone, filled with sorrow. She thought deeply about their marriage and how to mend it. The love was still there, but their partnership seemed missing. The most significant void, though, was the lack of intimacy in their marriage. Sydney had never cheated nor even thought about it. She no longer wanted to bore herself with the same old conversation but craved physical and emotional passion.
Upon returning home, she was startled to find the house in disarray. Beer bottles covered the floor, and pizza scraps were put carelessly. Sydney panicked, assuming her son, Kyle, had caused the mess and was filling the house with loud noise. Kyle ignored her knocks and yells, so she went upstairs to check. The door was wide open, and Sydney stumbled upon Kyle's dirty room filled with beer bottles and a smelly bong on his desk, indicating he had taken some friends and partied all night.
Sydney shouts at Kyle for the mess but settled on her rage towards Craig. Kyle's absence, living away from home, emphasized her displeasure towards the harsh truth - Craig valued work more than their marriage. Frustrated, she glanced through the trash at the stairs to Kyle's room, looking for bindles stuck to bottles, and noticed a circular jar. Sydney hadn't touched marijuana or, in fact, even smelled it since college, but this was unmistakable. Kyle was most likely engaging in romantic adventures. Sydney felt a sudden rush of sympathy for Kyle, who probably needed her attention. She tried to control her fury to direct it towards Craig, who had now left.
Now, Sydney knew that she needed to inquire some questions. Kyle's sexual activity wasn't a hindrance, and wouldn't require Sydney to step in. However, the finding in the trash bin was quite concerning. There wasn't just one used condom; there were four. Sydney initially assumed that Kyle could be engaging in a relationship with other men. The realization that he was attracted to women put an end to that thought. But what did this imply? Was Kyle having sex with a woman and a man, or more than one man? The mere concept of Kyle and his friends engaging in a menage à trois with one girl terrified Sydney. He appeared to be an exemplary young man.
Sydney closely examined the condoms in the trash can. She spotted a pen on the desk and took it, bending over the bin to pick up one of the condoms with the pen. It was clearly soiled, and she could spot semen inside it, some of which dripped out as she held it up. She averted her gaze in disgust but quickly turned back. The size of the condom was startling. She'd seen numerous used condoms in her time, but none had appeared like this. She estimated the length to be around eight or nine inches, possibly more.
She dropped the condom back into the bin and reached for another. This one was also soiled, and as long as the other. She inspected all four condoms and discovered that they were all the same size. This news offered a bit of relief since it seemed they all belonged to the same person. However, it implied that either Kyle was coupling with a significant-sized person or that he himself was a rather large guy.
Sydney sat down on Kyle's bed, abandoning her rage. Now, she immersed herself in deciphering the situation. She heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. A moment later, Kyle emerged, drying himself off. Sydney thought about her subsequent course of action and decided to directly confront Kyle.
"Kyle!" She called out sharply. Kyle's head poked out of the bathroom, his eyes widened in fear. "Oh shit," Kyle said, noticing Sydney sitting on his bed, clearly upset. "Uhm, hey Sydney, what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't return until Monday."
"My original plan," Sydney retorted, folding her arms while frowning at Kyle. "But your father had a job-related call. He flew out last night."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kyle replied, his voice reflecting some regret. "I had no idea you had arranged such a lovely weekend for yourself."
"Well, yes, I did," Sydney said, feeling the anger rising again as she considered her lost weekend. "And looking at your plans, I see you had equally grand intentions."
"Well...yeah," Kyle admitted sheepishly, emerging from the bathroom in a towel. Sydney couldn't help but notice the outline of something quite sizable beneath the towel. Fortunately, Kyle didn't seem to have noticed this. Instead, he appeared flustered as he averted his eyes and stared at the floor. "We didn't destroy anything. And no one consumed alcohol and drove."
"That's beneficial," Sydney noted, relieved to hear Kyle had been somewhat responsible in this aspect. "How many people showed up?"
"Five," Kyle said. "It was just Chris and Mike, with some schoolmates."
"And what transpired with these girls?" Sydney inquired, fearing the worst.
"What do you mean?" Kyle inquired, startled.
"I saw what lay in your trash can, Kyle," Sydney stated, and Kyle winced. "Did you and your school friends sleep with these girls collectively?"
"No, certainly not!" Kyle blurted. "Chris did, and I heard Mike unsuccessfully pursued the other girl. And then...it was just me and Amber."
Kyle, your parents had only been away for one night, right? You're telling me you slept with this girl four times within that time period?
"Uh, yeah," Kyle responded timidly, still focused on the floor. Sydney almost said something else, but the last bit she heard threw her off. This meant that not only had the large condoms belonged to him, but he'd gone four times in one night. Sydney could barely recall Craig doing that, and it was only during their initial dating stages.
"Kyle, I'm not going to scold you," Sydney attempted to reassure. "I just need to know the truth. Was it not only you engaging in sexual activity?"
"Yes, only me," Kyle affirmed earnestly. Sydney had known Kyle for a while, and he didn't sound like he was lying.
"But where did you obtain those special condoms? They were significantly different than anything I've ever seen."
"I had to order them online." Kyle wasn't afraid to admit it. "I tried getting some at a gas station originally, but... they didn't function correctly."
"What do you imply by 'didn't function correctly'?" Sydney queried.
"Well, they just didn't fit quite right," Kyle answered cautiously. "So I had to buy some specifically made ones online."
Pondering this information, Sydney couldn't fathom why these condoms were so large. It implied that Kyle possessed a sizable penis and managed to achieve the feat of sex four times within a single night. A feat that was unlikely, considering Sydney's history with his father. But there was no other plausible explanation.
"Alright," Sydney said, trying to get a grasp on the new details she uncovered about her stepson. She also started remembering her own desire for lively sex. She had planned a weekend of passionate lovemaking with her husband, and didn't get to experience it. Now it appeared that Kyle had collected it, along with one fortunate girl.
"So, Amber was the lucky recipient of your four times last night?" Sydney inquired.
"Yeah, we've been dating for a while now," Kyle responded. "With you and my father away for the entire weekend, we finally had the opportunity to actually do it."
"So you hadn't been intimate with her prior to the night before last?" Sydney asked.
"No, never," Kyle responded. "Only last night."
"And how would you sum up your experience with her?" Sydney inquired despite herself. She found her curiosity spiking and craving a more in-depth understanding.
"Uh, it was... fantastic," Kyle mumbled, clearly uncomfortable. "I enjoyed it."
"And did Amber share a similar experience?" Sydney enquired.
"Ya, I think I hit the spot," Kyle said, nodding slowly. "Hence the several times we were intimate."
"I did see the evidence," Sydney chuckled regretfully, looking toward the trash bin. "I thought maybe you and your buddies had all slept with the same girl."
"No! Only me and Amber," Kyle emphasized firmly. "No other girl."
"Well, that's a relief," Sydney replied. "It's understandable for teenagers to be exploring their sexuality, as long they practice safe sex and demonstrate respect. From what you've shared, it sounds like you were considerate."
"Yes, nothing negative transpired," Kyle agreed. "I ended the night with no regrets, just a great time."
"Alright, go ahead and change," Sydney suggested. "You'll be tasked with the house cleanup."
"I understand," Kyle nodded, visibly relieved. He scampered back to the bathroom. Sydney returned to the waste bin and retrieved one of the used condoms, this time examining it more closely. The condom appeared much larger than any penis she'd encountered, and there was a conspicuous amount of semen inside it. Without intending to, Sydney detected the scent rose unexpectedly, prompting her to close her eyes and imagine an enormous cock ejaculating prolifically. A commotion was heard from the bathroom, and Sydney rapidly placed the condom back in the bin. She subsequently returned to the bed and sat down as Kyle emerged in his regular clothing.
"I'll get everything cleaned up," Kyle declared, picking up empty bottles of beer. "You don't have to join in on the chores."
"Of course not," Sydney laughed. "It's your mess. Take care of it. And don't worry, I won't disclose to your father."
"Is that a promise?" Kyle questioned worriedly.
"Yes. You were simply having fun with your friends. As long as no one was driving while inebriated and everyone was safe, then you didn't commit any wrongdoing. Additionally, I'm certain you'd have tidied up the place had we returned before you took care of it."
"I would've," Kyle assured her.
"Thanks a lot, Kyle," Sydney replied. "At least one of us had an enjoyable romantic night."
"Yeah, um, thanks," Kyle responded hesitantly. "And, um, I'm, um, sorry," he finished, rushing off to clean up his mess. When he reached the bin with the used condoms, he picked up the whole bin and brought it into the bathroom. Sydney waited for a moment before leaving his room. Although she still felt angry and disheartened towards Craig, her thoughts were focused elsewhere.
Sydney couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen. The condoms were massive and there were four of them. Plus, it looked like a significant amount of semen was in each one. Sydney knew she should never consider her stepson in a sexual manner, but now she couldn't help it. Kyle was undeniably a macho young man. He was tall, handsome, and in incredible shape. Previously, she had found him to be an attractive young man. But after seeing his incredible endowment, she had a new perspective on him.
At only 31, Sydney was still at the peak of her sexual prime. When she married a man twenty years older than her, she understood their sex life would eventually come to an end. At first, their intimacy was great. He would take her on grander dates than guys her age could offer. They'd then return to his large luxurious house for spectacular sex. Back then, Kyle was just a little boy and seemed content to gain a new mother figure. His own mom had left him when he was only 5.
After Sydney married Craig, their sexual encounters became less frequent. It seemed common among married women, but the years passed and they only did it once a month at most. After Craig reached his fifties, he wanted sex even less, if at all. It appeared more for Sydney than for him.
Sydney found herself craving sex more than ever. She wasn't interested in having it daily nor sleeping with multiple men. She just wanted a physical relationship a few times a year. As she got older, she knew she would long for it less. But she wasn't old yet. It felt wasteful to have no sexual life whatsoever while she looked so good.
To make matters worse, she was learning more than expected about her stepson. She had always adored Kyle. As he became her stepson, she would grow to love him. He was smart, kind, and an excellent student. He was also a gifted athlete. He had played sports from a young age and was great at them. His athleticism had made him incredibly toned.
Kyle would often strip to his bare chest, and Sydney would notice his strong, muscular build. Sydney understood that he had become a very attractive man for his age, and that the girls his age found him irresistible. But Sydney hadn't thought about it further than that. As a good stepmother, she didn't want to contemplate Kyle inappropriately. Yet, it was now impossible to deny that she could no longer view him as a popular kid. He was a man with a large, impressive penis. Her thoughts changed dramatically.
As Sydney prepared breakfast in the kitchen, Kyle entered, also cleaning up his mess.
"Hey, Sydney," Kyle said cautiously. "I was wondering if you'd consider a big favor?"
"What kind of favor?" Sydney inquired. She wanted to ensure not to give him too much leeway after the state of his room the night before.
"Well, um, could Amber come over tonight?" Kyle asked. He'd mentioned that she could visit when she left earlier. However, that was before Sydney's return.
"For dinner?" Sydney inquired, attempting to confirm her suspicions.
"Yeah," Kyle nodded. "And, um, maybe she can spend the night?"
"Four rounds last night weren't sufficient?" Sydney chuckled at his response, which made Kyle blush deeply.
"Nah, it's me, you know," Kyle sputtered. "Uhm, us, well... you know what I said? It went great the last time. And we thought, uhm, we'd get to... again tonight."
"Yeah, but you messed that up by coming back early," Sydney wrapped up.
"No, not like that," Kyle countered swiftly. "I was just..."
"Yeah, you can ask Amber over tonight. I'd like to meet her," Sydney giggled. "I mean, just because my weekend took a dive doesn't mean yours has to, Kyle."
"Okay, thanks Sydney, truly," Kyle replied fervently. They had their breakfast together, then went their own ways for the day. Kyle most likely hit the town with friends. Sydney went to her pal's yoga class. Since ladies only were present, she disclosed her disappointment to her mates. All of them were sympathetic. Sydney considered revealing what she'd seen when she got home, but decided against it.
Following her yoga class, she stopped by the supermarket. She opted to cook dinner and pulled out fancy utensils. She considered assisting Kyle and his girl in getting ultra-romantic. The idea of assisting them creating the ambiance and potentially jumping back into the action sparked excitement. Would she hear them? Would they be as active as before?
When Sydney got home, Kyle was still out, so she got to work. She cooked, set up an elegant table, and uncorked a fabulous wine. Her hubby and his newer girl friend were drinking when compared to the empty beer bottles on the counter. But nineteen year-olds don't know about "fancy" dinners. Sydney relished not skipping the "romantic" weekend, but facilitating Kyle's.
Kyle came home with a beautiful girl Sydney guessed to be called Amber. He assisted her out of the car and up to the house. Sydney pieced together the girl's details. She was shortish, estimated 5'1-2, while Sydney was 5'5. However, their forms resembled one another, as well as their looks. Amber, with her chestnut brown hair hanging in similar fashion to Sydney's, had a nice derriere. She seemed to sport a tadwise small bust, in contrast to Sydney whose body sported curves. But overall, they closely resembled. Amber's thin, cute nose mirrored Sydney's, as did her soft, full lips and adorable dimples. Amber's soft blue eyes were so alike Sydney's that it was eerie.
The resemblance was noteworthy, and Sydney pondered surprising ideas. Kyle and Amber stepped into the living room, then arrived in the kitchen.
"Whoa, this smells impressive in here," Kyle recounted as he led Amber inside.
"Thanks," Sydney responded kindly, shifting to Amber. "I decided to help you two have a special romantic evening since mine got cancelled."
"Wow, thanks," Kyle looked taken aback.
"Thanks so much," Amber added, and came to hug Sydney. The embrace made Sydney feel the slight slenderness of Amber's frame. "This is so sweet," Amber continued. "Kyle said his stepmom was handsome, but never spoke of how stunning you are."
"I'd prefer it be that way," Sydney laughed, and they all shared a chuckle. "Welcome, dear. Why not go into the lounge room and hang out awhile? Dinner's on the way." They left the kitchen, and Sydney returned to cook. She heard Amber's joyful giggles. They seemed happy. She acknowledged her envy, not solely missing out on her own night with fancy date, but also Amber's chance to spend quality time with Kyle. Plus, she knew what they had in store for later.
The dinner proceeded smoothly. Sydney tried to steer clear of the conversation and let the kids have their quiet time for their date. They all had some wine and enjoyed the meal she had prepared. It seemed like a charming evening, even with Kyle's stepmom present. Once dinner time was through, Amber insisted on donning an apron and pitching in with the cleanup. It didn't take long, and then she re-entered the living room, occupied by the two kids again. Sydney left them to their own devices.
She was compelled by her curiosity, and decided to get a glimpse of what they were up to. She waited for a while before tiptoeing upstairs. She didn't want any sudden noise to alarm them. Her heart was racing as she drew near to Kyle's bedroom door, her ears pricked for any sounds. She heard a soft giggle from Amber and then an even softer groan. Sydney felt heat in her loins just by imagining the scene. She wondered what they were up to.
Sydney stoically waited for some time to pass before creeping towards Kyle's bedroom. This was wrong, her mind whispered, but her curiosity was insatiable. She eased her ear against the wooden slats of the door and heard a gentle cackle from the young girl. Sydney discerned that the giggle was similar to her own. Amber then let out a louder, deeper groan. Sydney's body reacted involuntarily, flooding her with longing.
"Not so loud," Kyle said, controlling his laughter. "Mom might hear you."
"So what? She must know what's happening. I mean, she's not some sober, regulation mother figure. I'm sure she gets it."
"Fine, just try to be quieter. Especially not as loud as you were last night," Kyle reiterated firmly.
"I'm not sure I can," Amber chuckled. "I can't help it when you're spearing me with that huge cock." Sydney groaned inwardly, wishing to take Amber's place.
"Listen," Kyle ordered. "You can't be loud like that tonight."
"Why not? You're there," Amber asked insolently. "Is it just because Mom's in the house?"
"Yes," Kyle gritted. "Quiet."
There was a conspicuous silence for a bit when Amber spoke up again. "Come here, I want to taste your cock," she said, followed by wet sucking sounds. Sydney could almost visualize the scene in her mind. She wished she could witness it firsthand, even see if Kyle was as handsome as his father was.
Sydney cradled her left breast, making it swell slightly as she eavesdropped. Her hand then traveled down to her pants, caressing herself. She longed to see what Kyle and Amber were getting up to. Her breaths quickened, and she pressed her forehead against the door to hear anything further.
"Fuck..." Amber groaned. "I can't even fit your thick monster in my mouth," Sydney heard her say. Sydney suddenly realized that she envied Amber.
"I simply want you to be quiet," Kyle implored, his voice tinged with desperation. "My stepmom might hear you."
"I'm sorry," Amber pleaded. "I can barely control my mouth with your huge cock in it." Sydney closed her eyes, picturing the scene vividly in her mind.
"She doesn't have to hear," Kyle explained. They had moved positions, presumably to maintain silence. "All you need to do is be quieter." Amber quieted but continued to make noises. Sydney attributed it to passion. Her bed groaned softly with each thrust, perhaps indicative of Kyle's strong body on top of her. Sydney gave in to her urges and touched herself, relishing the loud and rhythmic moans that filled the bedroom—a catholic mother and the lover's primal rapture.
"Oh my goodness, that's simply incredible," Amber exclaimed. This time, Kyle didn't ask her to quiet down. The bed began to creak louder, signaling an increase in their lovemaking. Amber's moans didn't get louder, but they sped up, which led Sydney to believe Kyle was giving it to her even harder. She suspected he might also be going a bit deeper. "Oh fuck, just like that," Amber moaned again. Sydney, with her fingers deep inside her own pussy, wished it was Kyle's cock that was filling her.
Amber's louder, faster moans indicated an imminent orgasm. Sydney heard the unmistakable sounds of an orgasm and immediately closed her eyes, imagining the scene. Amber, still in mid-orgasm, and Kyle in her mind, his hands plunging into her. Sydney pressed her ear against the door; she was horrified by her own desire to listen to her stepson have sex with his girlfriend, but she couldn't help it. The situation, the alcohol, it was all making her incredibly horny.
The moans reached a crescendo, and then Sydney heard Kyle let out a grunt. Her heart skipped a beat, and she worried she might have heard wrong.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," Amber gamely continued. The creaking sounds had stopped. "I just came so hard. Did you cum with me?" Kyle did indeed confirm. "That was awesome," Amber rejoiced.
"Can you do it all over again?" Amber curiously asked.
"I can definitely try," Kyle answered. "Let me put on a fresh condom first." Sydney listened on as they moved around in the room. She regretted not being there to see Kyle put on a new condom. She pondered what it would be like, herself on her knees and a condom sliding onto Kyle's impressive cock.
"You shoot huge loads, right?" Amber inquired, amused. Sydney sighed. She had not expected to hear Kyle say he shot big loads. It was a detail one normally wouldn't share.
"Yea, I suppose so," Kyle acknowledged, sounding unsure.
"Maybe next time you could cum inside me," Amber suggested.
"Alright," Kyle said reluctantly. "But we need to be careful - I can't make you pregnant."
"Whenever you're close, let me know," Amber said. "Now, stop complaining and give it to me!"
"Alright, just try not to make too much noise," Kyle sighed.
"Stop whining, and fuck me you stud," Amber snapped. Sydney was impressed with her. The girl showed no hesitation. "Your stepmom knows we're having sex in here, invited us. She even went as far as providing us wine. She wants us to have sex. Give me some of that big sexy dick of yours." Sydney couldn't help but acknowledge, Kyle was clearly on another level.
"Alright," Kyle grumbled. "Just try to be quiet, okay?"
"Yes, do stop yapping and fuck me," Amber responded impatiently. A moment later, a sharp moan was heard. The rhythmic moaning returned. Sydney resumed her debauchery, feverishly masturbating herself while listening to the sounds of the commotion. The slapping sound convinced her Kyle was doing it from behind, those powerful hips were most definitely swatting against Amber's ass. Sydney, now standing upright and fully nude, imagined herself as Amber - enjoying being filled by Kyle's thick, powerful dick. She closed her eyes, keeping Sydney in the scene, as he filled her with the already familiar sight of her stepson, his big, powerful body in control during their lovemaking. Sydney played with her clit more aggressively as Amber neared her second orgasm.
She had never imagined Kyle as a lover before, but over the next few minutes, he snuck into her thoughts repeatedly. Sydney listened, her body yearning as Amber neared orgasm once again. Kyle's moaning let Sydney know the orgasm was upon him.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," Amber groaned. Syndey's heart raced at the thought of that sweet feeling coming for her as well. Kyle's groans made her tremble with anticipation.
"One more time, last time," Amber demanded. Then, she began moaning rhythmically. Sydney stroked herself more frantically. Soon Amber's cries transformed from grunts to mewlings, more like a woman in the throes of ecstasy. Her preparation and moaning built up to a crescendo that Sydney could feel even through the door. Her body throbbed, shaking when she heard the echoing screams. Kyle also let out a few grunts, Sydney even suspected she heard Kyle whisper "I'm cumming".
"Oh fuck, oh my god," Amber cried out, "I just came so hard. Did you?"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Amber groaned out, her voice noticeably louder now. Kyle didn't even seem to notice. He wasn't trying to suppress her at all. "Oh god, I'm going to cum so hard," Amber exclaimed. "Keep fucking me just like that." Sydney had a hard time containing herself as well. When she heard Amber scream in ecstasy, she had to fight to be silent. She had her own orgasm at the same time. Sydney felt the pleasure rip through her body like lightning. Her legs felt weak, but she was able to stay standing. She had to let go of her breast and grab onto the door frame as her body writhed with pleasure.
"Oh fuck," Kyle muttered, loud enough to hear.
"Yes, cover me," Amber cried out. Sydney could hear movements on the bed. Then she heard Kyle let out a loud groan. Amber let out a surprised noise, then laughed. Kyle continued groaning and grunting.
"Holy shit," Amber gasped. "The fucker did it again! It's still going!" Sydney tried to picture what was happening. She'd heard of guys who could produce huge amounts of cum, but she'd never seen it firsthand. She was sure Kyle was ejaculating a lot. His grunts finally stopped, but Amber was still laughing. "That was insane," Amber declared as her laughter came to a halt. "Do you always cum like that?"
"Not that hard," Kyle panted. Sydney could imagine him collapsing onto the bed. "That was incredible."
"It certainly was," Amber purred. "I think we need to get married now. I'll never be able to sleep with anyone else again. You're a god."
"Thanks," Kyle said, still grinning. "You weren't too bad yourself."
"I wasn't? Wow," Amber chuckled. "OK, so what if I do this to you?" Sydney could hear more sounds from inside the room. Amber's moans resumed, and the bed started to emit some soft creaks again. Finally, she realized Amber had moved on top of Kyle and was now riding him. Sydney could barely contain her curiosity. She loved riding men, and there was no more pretending. She wanted to be the one on top of Kyle, her body enveloping his massive penis. She didn't know what would change as she continued to date Kyle, but for now she was just enjoying the sexual experience.
The creaking increased in intensity, as did the moaning. Sydney found herself wanting to see them completely. She closed her eyes to picture Amber's body writhing, her hips moving back and forth as she rode Kyle. She knew the way she liked to move, her abs contracting as she ground herself against him. She thought about how Kyle would be touching Amber's body differently this time around. Along with Amber's movements, Sydney could feel herself getting turned on even more.
She knew she shouldn't be thinking about her stepson this way, but for now she was ignoring the possible future complications. For now, all that mattered was that she was experiencing one of the most arousing experiences of her life. She had never purposefully listened to people having sex before. Her ex-roommate had once done it, but it had not been as hot as this. Kyle seemed to be the perfect lover, and Amber's similar appearance to her was part of what made it so hot.
While Sydney stimulated her own body sensually, she listened to the lusty sex happening nearby. Amber's movements were fast and passionate, causing the bed to creak loudly and both of them to moan intensely. They must have been aware of Sydney's presence, but they continued unabated, making the experience even more arousing.
Amber reached her peak for a third time, and the creaking stopped abruptly. Her breathy sighs were followed by some high-pitched squeals, indicating a mind-blowing orgasm. Sydney had never had that many in one night, even with a partner. She could feel a simmering jealousy growing within her. How could any woman experience such delight with the man she was thinking about all the time?
The bed became quiet, and Sydney attempted to visualize their post-coital bliss. Suddenly, their voices startled her.
"I think I love you," Amber whispered. With this, Sydney understood why they had been so loud. Her connection with Kyle went beyond just physical pleasure.
"I think I love you too," Kyle replied. Sydney couldn't help but feel envious, but she was also happy for them. If anyone deserved it, it was Kyle. He was sweet, young, and handsome.
Sydney's emotions were quite overwhelming. She had never felt this level of attraction towards Kyle before, but she didn't care. What she had heard that night was an unforgettable experience. The mere thought of Craig paled in comparison. Even if they had had sex, the connection she shared with Kyle wouldn't have happened.
"I'd like to stay here tonight," Amber said hesitantly.
"Absolutely," Kyle responded.
Their laughter followed as they discussed Kyle's stepmother.
"She probably knows what we were doing," Amber remarked.
"That's right," Kyle agreed. "I knew she had some ulterior motive."
"I'm glad she was gone," Amber laughed. "I really like your stepmom. She was so kind."
"I agree," Kyle said. Sydney's heart skipped a beat.
"We look a lot alike," Amber observed. "We have the same color hair, and our faces have similar features. I know you've looked at her before. Come on, admit it. She's gorgeous."
"I wasn't really looking," Kyle denied.
"Oh please," Amber teased. "You've definitely checked her out. She's hot."
"You're hot too," Kyle assured her.
"Thank you," Amber cooed. Sydney could hear them smooching for a moment.
"And you know what? We kind of look alike," Amber repeated. "Were you checking me out wondering if I'm her younger sister?"
"No," Kyle answered, sounding bemused. "It was a coincidence. I have a thing for you, Amber, not your stepmom."
"Alright then," Amber chuckled. "I'm just relieved. I know you two kind of look alike, and I didn't want you thinking about my stepmom while we were doing it."
"Good," Kyle confirmed. "Let's keep this between us."
"I want to do this as often as possible," Amber stated. "That was the most incredible sex of my life."
"Agreed," Kyle added. "But we need to work on the noise. We can't keep this up while your parents are home or when my dad's around."
"My dad wouldn't dare try anything," Amber said, giggling. "And it's not like he can un-fuck his son."
"But we must think of a way to make this a bit more private when others are nearby," Kyle commented.
"Sure, we'll focus on it," replied Amber. "A lot," she emphasized. Sydney overheard them having intercourse once more. It sounded like they had finished, and now she was just eavesdropping on their intimate moments.
Sydney slowly got up from her seat and carefully straightened her clothes. She breathed out softly, then quietly walked down the hallway to her own bedroom. She stretched out on her wide bed, feeling the butterflies in her stomach. Compared to any date Sydney had been on, Kyle's rendezvous with his girlfriend had turned out to be considerably hotter and more romantic. She yearned to experience something similar or listen to Kyle's trysts again.
She was aware that she was in the midst of feelings she didn't want to have, but could not suppress. She mused, could she ever experience Kyle herself? Moreover, she pondered if Amber was correct in her assertion, did Kyle harbor feelings for Sydney too?
As she pondered this, a realization struck her: she was confessing to herself that she was now romantically attracted to her stepson. It was a major revelation, impossible to ignore. She had no clue what would come of it all, but she was thrilled to learn more. She seemed eager to unveil the path her newly accepted desires would lead her down.
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