Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 38 - The Mayor
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 38 - The Mayor - Steve decision to come home one day early from college will change his life. He first stumble on a family secret, then learns this secret has international ramifications. Is ignorance bliss? or if he plays his cards right and embrace his legacy, he may well becomes one of the most powerful man in the world.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration First Fisting Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Hairy Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student AI Generated
The heavy clinic door thumped shut behind them, sealing off the world of Dr. Rin’s with a kiss and a promise to stay in contact. The sky had become cloudy which cooled the afternoon air. Heather remained in deep thought, her usually confident posture softened by a pensive slump as she slid into the passenger’s seat of his luxury sedan.
The engine purred to life, a smooth, deep vmm that vibrated through the leather seats. Steve drove down the street, the clinic becoming just another building in the rearview mirror. His mind, however, was stuck back in that examination room, on Rin’s proposition and then on the call that had followed.
Heather’s silence was a tangible thing, thick and uncharacteristic. He could feel the weight of her worry filling the space between them. “You’re being awfully quiet,” Steve finally said, breaking the tense stillness. “You’re making me nervous.”
She let out a slow breath. Her enormous breasts rose and fell with the sigh, straining against the soft silk of her blouse. “I’m just ... processing, my love.” Her eyes flicked from the road to him, a flash of green concern. “This summons from Daniela is well timed.”
“What do you think she wants?” Steve asked, repeating the question that had been circling in his head since they left. “The mayor. My father’s wife.” The title felt foreign and bizarre on his tongue.
“I wish I knew,” Heather admitted, her voice low. She signaled Steve to turn into the parking lot of a quaint, brick-fronted coffee shop. “The timing feels intentional. Calculating. You’ve just learned about Robert’s other marriage, and now she demands a private audience? It feels like a power play.” She put the car in park and killed the engine, the sudden silence ringing in their ears. She turned fully to him then, her gaze intense. “She’s a powerful woman, Steve. And she’s been part of this family structure that is out of our control. Be careful.”
Steve reached across the console, his large hand covering her smaller one, a reassuring warmth spreading between them. “I’ve got you. I’ve got Mom. I’m not going in completely blind.”
Heather’s brow furrowed slightly as she considered his words, but before she could respond, Steve continued, his voice measured yet tinged with curiosity. “Could it be that she just wants to meet me now that their dynamics have been revealed? I could understand her wanting to know what I would do with the information. It would be the end of her political career if this got out—she might be nervous about me.”
Heather paused, her fingers tightening briefly around his hand before she released it and stepped out of the car. The cool afternoon air brushed past them as they walked toward the coffee shop. “That’s a fair assumption,” she admitted, her tone thoughtful. “Daniela has a lot to lose if this becomes public. But Steve, don’t underestimate her. She didn’t get to where she is by being careless.”
They entered the cozy café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapping around them. Steve ordered a black coffee, while Heather chose a chamomile tea, her hands cradling the warm cup as they settled into a corner booth.
“When did she want to meet?” Steve asked, his tone tinged with urgency.
“She insisted on this afternoon,” Heather replied, her voice steady but laced with the weight of the situation. “I agreed—better to get this over with. I’ll go to the gynecologist with Susan while you’re at the meeting.”
Steve’s eyes widened as realization struck. “Shit! I forgot about it. I should be there with her.”
Heather chuckled softly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “It’s not serious, love. We just need to confirm if she’s actually pregnant. Those tests can give false positives sometimes. Don’t worry, you’ll be there when it counts!” Her tone was reassuring, but her smirk hinted at a deeper understanding of the chaos swirling around them.
Steve nodded, though his mind was still racing. He knew Heather was right, but the thought of missing something so significant gnawed at him. “Alright, but you’ll keep me updated, right?”
“Of course,” Heather said, sipping her chamomile tea. “Focus on your meeting with Daniela. That’s going to be its own challenge.” Her words were calm, but her eyes held a seriousness that reminded Steve just how precarious their situation was.
Steve suddenly remembered something else, his fingers pausing mid-drum on the table. “I forgot to ask Rin about the psychologist,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. He reached for his phone, ready to dial, but Heather’s hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around his arm with a firm yet gentle grip.
“Don’t bother,” she said, her tone calm but decisive. “I already asked her, my love. She said she’d make inquiries.” Her green eyes met his, steady and reassuring, as if she could sense the tension coiling inside him.
Steve looked at his grandmother-wife with deep affection, his heart swelling with gratitude. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much! You’ve been lighting my way since all this craziness began.” His hand found hers again, their fingers intertwining as he held her gaze, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips.
Heather’s eyes softened, a warmth blooming in her chest at his words. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, her smirk melting into a tender smile. “You’re stronger than you think, Steve,” she replied, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re just still finding your footing.”
The moment lingered between them, a quiet acknowledgment of the strength they found in each other amidst the chaos.
Heather glanced at her watch, her expression tightening with urgency. “It’s time to go home,” she said, her voice low and steady. She turned to Steve, her green eyes locking onto his with an intensity that demanded his full attention. “Now, don’t forget—be on your guard while you’re with our esteemed mayor. She’s clan, Steve. Always remember that. Her words may have meanings that aren’t immediately apparent. You can be damn sure she has ulterior motives.”
He leaned in closer, the weight of her warning sinking in. She continued, her tone sharp but controlled, “Whatever they are, keep your cards close to your vest. And whatever you do, do not tell her about our plan against the interventionist. She’s not on either side in this, but she’ll do anything to gain power. In short, do not trust her.”
Steve nodded slowly, absorbing every word. Heather’s hand found his again, squeezing it firmly, a silent reminder that while the road ahead was treacherous, he wasn’t alone.
Raleigh, North Carolina, with its population of just over half a million and an average household income pushing $90,000, was the picture of American prosperity. Its city hall, a stately building of polished stone and glass, loomed ahead as Steve pulled into the parking lot. He had just dropped Heather off at home, her reassuring presence lingering in his mind like a warm embrace, before making the drive back to the heart of the city.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets, and Steve couldn’t help but feel the weight of the meeting ahead. Raleigh might have been an average city by most standards, but its politics were anything but. The thought of Mayor Gonzales, with her sharp wit and undeniable power, waiting inside sent a ripple of unease through him.
He parked his luxury sedan in a unreserved spot, the engine’s purr fading into silence as he stepped out. The air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of city life—the distant chatter of pedestrians, the rhythmic clatter of heels on pavement. Steve adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing out the fabric with a practiced hand, and took a deep breath.
This wasn’t just a meeting; it was a test. Was his dad aware of the meeting? The question gnawed at him as he approached the stately building. Could Robert be there, waiting in the wings? The thought sent a chill down his spine. The guard at the entrance, clad in crisp uniform, directed him through the metal detector with a curt nod. Steve barely registered the procedure, his mind still churning with possibilities.
The guard pointed down the marble-lined hallway. “Mayor Gonzales’ office is on the third floor. Take the elevator to your left.” Steve muttered a thanks, his voice distant as he stepped into the polished brass elevator. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, enclosing him in a silence that did little to calm his racing thoughts. What does she want from me? The question echoed in his head, mingling with Heather’s warnings about Daniela’s cunning and power. As the elevator rose, he reminded himself of Heather’s words: “You’re stronger than you think.” But even so, the weight of what lay ahead pressed down on him like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding.
The grandeur of the building momentarily distracting him from the weight of the meeting ahead. His polished dress shoes clicked against the marble floor, echoing in the vast, empty hallway. He approached the reception desk, where a strikingly beautiful blond secretary sat, her blue eyes lighting up as she somehow recognized him.
“Mr. Thompson,” she greeted with a warm smile, her voice smooth and professional. “The mayor is expecting you. Right this way.” She rose gracefully from her seat, her tailored skirt hugging her figure as she led him down a short hallway lined with portraits of past mayors. The secretary knocked lightly on a large wooden door before opening it and gesturing for Steve to enter.
Steve stepped into the spacious office, his eyes immediately drawn to the woman seated behind the massive oak desk. Daniela Gonzales was more striking in person than he had expected. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight, professional bun, and her hazel eyes were sharp behind a pair of reading glasses as she perused a file spread out before her. She looked up at his entrance, and a radiant smile broke across her face.
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