I nodded and stood there. I never had this feeling before. I was always so sure of myself in front of him, always in control. The fact that I was admi...ting my attraction and lust for this man and maybe even love, was unnerving for me. He stood up and walked up to me slowly. My eyes met his, and his gaze did not stray as he stepped but an inch from me. ‘You can say no, just so you know’ he whispered. I nodded, still looking at him as he closed the gap and his lips met mine. My eyes instinctively. Then I would not be in the awful predicament I am today, forced to have illicit sex with my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah knew that she had had no other choice at the time. It was either pose in the nude, performing lewd acts before the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer cruelly from the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah had been as hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances, the voluptuous young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in order. Sometimes she’d just look up at me and smile, lift an eyebrow over her sunglasses and then tilt her head back down to her book. During my breaks, I’d steal a look at her firm breasts bulging out of her French bikini or her tanned legs stretching out across her lounge chair.None of this was particularly unusual. Mom and I had always had a pretty good relationship. There was never any wicked stepmom dynamic like you see in the movies. Sure – Mom was fifteen years younger than Dad and a trophy. “Oh my fucking God… YESSSSSS,” Abby cried out as her pussy had a nuclear meltdown. Her screams of ecstasy echoed off of the tile walls as she came, and her vaginal muscles clamped onto Davey’s spurting shaft so tightly that they almost cut off the rich supply of thick semen he was pumping deep inside her. “Yes… fuck yes,” she groaned over and over as the intense feeling of release spread throughout her body. Each contraction in her pussy and asshole sent a new sensation rippling through her.