Fuck Tales
Chapter 2: Mia's Revenge: Momma's Fuck Toy

Copyright© 2015 by livobeornwulf

Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 2: Mia's Revenge: Momma's Fuck Toy - This is a collection of sex tales.

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Reluctant   Drunk/Drugged   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cheating   Slut Wife   Revenge   Incest   Cousins   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Spanking   Rough   Snuff   Gang Bang   Orgy   Interracial   White Couple   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Sex Toys   Food   Cream Pie   Spitting   Double Penetration   Tit-Fucking   Size   Hairy   Big Breasts   Slow   Caution   Violence   Nudism  

Lucas is twenty-three and handsome. He has long ash blond hair, curled neatly. His eyes are brown like a walnut. They are what made me realize he has been crushing on me these gone years. When I married his dad, Sebastian, he was blamelessly twenty-four. Now he is more mature. I scheme to utilize him as my tool of vengeance against Sebastian. Sebastian hurt me cruelly. I will sting him back where it pains the most—I swear.

Revenge; it is all I desire. Before these bitter emotions came into existence, I loved him very much. He was the most valued thing in my life. I gave him everything he wished for. Is this how I deserve to be paid back? By getting divorced and stripped of my wealth? No ... I have not begun tormenting him yet. He will surely pay for every bit of my suffering.

Sebastian's weakness is his son, Lucas. The boy I used to see as my own son. Ever since I divorced his dad, I don't think myself to be his mom anymore. He has never treated me like a mother is worthy of being handled by her son. Instead of being his mom, I was always the rich, beautiful woman that became his mum through misfortune.

I can't do this. My heart is totally against this. I can't help it though. I am the one who has suffered more here. Sebastian must suffer for everything too!

"You came, Mia," Lucas says with a glad countenance. He steps towards me and taps my arms with his hands. "Finally you came. I was starting to worry you were not interested in me anymore."

"Lucas, this is not right." My voice trembles. I am shivering also. How dare I do this? Don't I have any conscience left in me? "I may be divorced to your dad, but I am still your mother; even if you don't want to acknowledge it."

He brushes my cheek with his lips tenderly. "You are not my mother, Mia. You have never been my mom. I want you so badly I am ready to burn in hell just for you."

"We will become cursed, Lucas, if we continue doing this." I start to weep. I don't want to cry. I just can't help it.

"Stop crying, my sweet baby. Come. Lucas won't hurt you."

Guilt torments me, even as I wake up in my nakedness. I look besides me. He is still immersed in sleep. He does not snore or make displeasing sounds. His eyes are securely shut; his hand is crossed over my waist. I have slept with my own son ... damn me!

Sunlight at last emerges in the sky. It spreads everywhere, making every piece of furniture look a brilliant white. I stand before the large window and look outside. Lucas must now be awake. I can hear his feet tiptoe quietly towards me. He suddenly grips my waist and sniffs into my hair calmly.

"How was your sleep last night?" He asks in a soft voice.

I smile ironically at his reflection. "I hardly slept, Lucas. I had a lot of stuff running in my mind."

"Stuff like what, baby?" I can't believe it. The same boy who used to call me, "Momma," was now addressing me, "Baby?" Just imagine? I withhold myself from laughing.

"Lucas, don't you feel guilt or remorse by sleeping with a woman who used to be your father's wife?" I am startled. My eyes abruptly wet with tears. Yes, I am weak to have my revenge deep inside. I will accomplish it nevertheless. Time is what will set up my strength and heartlessness.

The day I wedded Sebastian, Lucas was not merry looking. In contrariety, he was furious with me and envious of Sebastian. How am I so positive about it? Back when I was dating his dad, he had this to tell me:

"Mia, don't you think my dad is too old a man for you. I see no reason you should insist on marrying him. You are young and beautiful. I beg you—go and look for someone else your youthful age."

"What are you trying to insinuate, Lucas? That Sebastian and I don't deserve to be together? Is that it?"

"I am only being polite with you. I don't want you later on regretting having married a man that is too old to take excellent care of you. I am certain that dad will not satisfy every one of your needs."

Something happened the night Sebastian returned to Nevada from Europe. We were at a particular hotel with the company of his son. Inside my room, I wore leggings, a bra and G-string—and wrapped a nightgown over myself. With gracefulness, I strutted out to his room and tossed the door open. Having stepped into the living room, I took off my gown and cautiously laid it on the sofa. Then I went searching for him, only to discover Lucas who had just emerged from the shower in his bareness.

"Lucas?" Self-reproach struck me. I nervously hurried back into the living room and looked for my nightgown. This was a big mistaking on my part! What was I going to explain to Sebastian?

By the time he turned up into the living room, I had long covered my nakedness. He had veiled his as well. "Mia, I didn't picture you had such a breathtaking body. I am fascinated, honestly."

How dare he gave voice to that filth?

"Damn you, Lucas," was all I could say.

That was when he started acting weird around me. Whenever we were alone, he would caress me and peck my skin. I did everything I could to keep away from him. Sebastian was close to catching us in erotic positions limitless times.

"Lucas, I am a married woman; married to your own dad for sanity's sake. Will you please respect that?"

He chuckled every time I said that. It was as though I was wasting my time explaining worthless things to him. "I like you, Mia. Nothing is going to stop me from having you. Do you hear that?"

I miss him. Lucas Wyatt; my sin-given spouse; the man I prefer to spend my nights with. He might be away. Yet memories of him are intense like sweet, flaming incense. For six nights now, I have been sleeping by myself in our enormous lush bed. Here—there is no one to hold me to his naked chest; no one to peck my forehead and caress my breasts. My nights are lonesome and dull without him.

It cannot be true. I do not have the smallest faith in my eyes when I look forward and see him. He stands mutely, his luggage ditched on the airport floor. He is dressed in pale jeans and a pitch-black jacket that looks to be made of leather. His eyes are weary. With a thrilled grin, I step towards him and stretch out my arms. He unfolds his and we squeeze like a man and a woman who have been kept apart for time endless.

We are not old; we are still in the spring of our lifetime. Lucas is twenty-nine. I am twenty-five. We began dating shortly after his dad divorced me. I have not forgotten how troublesome and loose a gentleman he was. I attempted everything in my power to not fall for him; when he became aware of this, he used the most prevailing charm he could on any woman to trick me into his arms. I have no regrets about becaming his willful victim in the end.

"You are back, Lucas," I state calmly. I do not quit smiling at him.

 
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