Submit to Him

by DA Edwards

  Chapter 1 — Drew

  It’s been three weeks since I’ve last seen her. She was coming out of the yoga studio, wearing those tight little blue pants that hug her ass so nicely. Her name is Jennifer. She used to be married to my dad, but they divorced. Does that still make her my stepmom? Probably. At this point, that’s the last thing I care about.

  About 5’3”, she’s petite and full-breasted, with a trim waist and lovely full hips I’m dying to feel in my hands. She has a softness about her face that drives me wild. Big green eyes that stare up at you with a kind of vulnerable, sad longing. I want to see fear — and lust — flicker in those eyes as I take her. Her skin is a silken cream color; I wonder if my cum would be visible there, showing as a mark on her perfect body.

  A mark, making her mine.

  When I see her this time, she’s coming out of the yoga studio again. Talking to some friends. She gives them that sweet smile I’m so familiar with. I watch from behind the wheel of my car, dark shades cloaking my eyes.

  My dick strings against my jeans, knowing what I have in store. Today’s the day. I’m going to finally get a taste of Jen’s sweet body. I’ve waited long enough to claim what’s mine.

  She can fight me all she wants. Deep down, she longs for this as much as I do. I know because when I lived with her and my dad, she used to tease me. Wearing these skimpy little outfits. Giving me flirty glances. Sitting on my lap when we’d watch TV, making me hard as a rock then sending me off to bed.

  Well, the tables have turned. I’m the one in control now. And soon she’s going to be on her knees, sucking my cock with my hand fisted in her pretty brown hair.

  I follow her as she drives back to the house. My childhood home. The place still looks the same, with shuttered windows in a pale green color and vivid yellow dandelions in front. Jen always liked to garden.

  I smirk. I remember the fantasies I used to have about that, the time when I knew I really was fucked up. I would see her down there gardening, looking sweet and smiling in the sunshine, spots of dirt on her hands and knees. And all I could think about was going up to her, unzipping my jeans and making her suck me right there in broad daylight. Forcing her to take my cock in her mouth, spending myself in her pretty lips and watching her swallow it all down.

  After all, what kind of stepson daydreams about gardening like that?

  She gets out of the car and I follow. As the door of my car slams, she hears it and it startles her. She looks back and says, “Drew?”

  “Jen.”

  I utter that single word, her name, in a voice rich with hunger and desire. Lust and anger, anger that she could do this to me. Make me into this lust-crazed, horny beast that wants to fill up every one of her holes until she’s soaked with my cum.

  Maybe then I’ll finally achieve some kind of peace.

  “Drew...I didn’t know you were coming. I would have fixed something...”

  She’s hesitant at my approach. I come right up to her, invading her space. I smell her sweet, familiar smell, something like soap and strawberries. I give her very little room, so her breasts brush against my arm as she gets out.

  The night is cool, fall approaching, leaves fluttering down alongside us. The fading light is dim, but enough that I can get a nice view of her hot little body. She’s wearing those same familiar yoga pants that hug her ass, making my dick harden. Her breasts are covered by a blue top of similar design, the fabric nice and neat. Her full brown hair is pulled into a ponytail behind her. My eyes settle on her face, my favorite part. Those full, perfectly pink lips of hers show a hint of wetness where she’s been licking or biting them. Maybe both. Her eyes, vulnerable and trusting, yet with a hint of hesitation, gaze up at me. I want more than anything to grab that wonderful hair of hers and pull her toward me, claiming her lips. Making those eyes flutter closed. Feeling her hands grab me so she won’t lose her balance.

  I suppress a growl as I take in the sight of her panty line under those damned yoga pants. I want to rip them down, spin her around and slip my fingers into that warm cunt. I hate that anyone else might also have that thought, because she’s mine and mine alone.

  “Really, Drew. I’m just so surprised. Normally you call first.”

  “Things change.” I watch her expression flicker in surprise and confusion. “Turn around,” I growl softly. “Put your hands on the car.”

  “But, Drew...”

  “Do it, Jen. It will make things easier for both of us.”

  Her eyes flick to mine at my rough tone, though it’s softened by my fierce desire. I can see her responding even though she knows she shouldn’t. Slowly, she obeys, turning around for me.

  Ahhh, that delicious ass. I lean in, touching her hips, setting my hands on them. I feel her up slowly, moving my hands along her stomach and breasts, enjoying the sensation of those full mounds in my fingers. She gasps, her breathing growing hard. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

  “What I’ve wanted to do for years.”

  As my hand goes between her thighs, she tenses up. “Drew, no,” she whispers shakily. “You can’t. It’s wrong...”

  “Heh.” I lean in, tugging the fabric of her pants down a bit, exposing the top of her ass. I kiss it slowly, closing my eyes, relishing the delicious taste and feel of that skin against my mouth. God, her ass. I’m fucking in love with it, just like every other part of her.

  My hand moves further up, brushing her pussy through the yoga pants. She squeaks softly and tries to jerk away, but my hands lock in place around her. “Don’t even think about it.”

  I raise up, pressing her into the car with my body. My hard cock throbs against her ass as I try to get control of myself, of this lust raging like fire in my blood. But it only makes my cock ache more, my balls aching to spend my cum inside her. I hear her gasp in response — and this time, rather than resistance, I’m met with the subtlest grinding of her hips back against me.

  She can’t help herself.

  I move my hand down, sliding it under her yoga pants, into her panties. She’s warm and very wet in there, just as I had thought. She’s extremely small compared to me; not only do I tower over her, my thick, muscled body dwarfs her. I sink my face into her neck, trying to breathe in her scent, hoping that by rubbing her pussy gently like this, bathing in the delicious aroma of her skin and hair, I can cool my lust.

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  Chapter 2 — Jennifer

  I hate myself for moaning as Drew’s hand rubs my pussy, but I can’t help myself.

  I’m terrified, my heart pounding. And yet I’m turned on like I’ve never been before. What is wrong with you, Jen? my mind asks, racing.

  My stepson — who’s turned into this hot, dark beast before me, apparently crazed with lust for me — has his hand in my panties and I’m creaming all over him.

  “Drew,” I whisper feebly. “We can’t do this.”

  He simply breathes me in deeper at those words.

  “Drew...”

  “We’re going to, Jen.”

  His we’re going to leaves no room for question. I feel him spin me around, grabbing my wrist as he pulls me into the house. He still has the key, which he uses to get the lock open, urgently clanging the metal against the door. He shoves it up and pulls me inside.

  I catch a glimpse of him in the light streaming in through the living room window. He’s turned into a large man, well over six feet, solid muscle. He’s strong. His dark blue eyes and hair — even now — flicker over me, sexy as hell. Adrenaline is pulsing in my body. Even though I’m terrified of him, what he might do, I’m also powerfully attracted to him.

  He backs me up toward the the couch. My hands go to it as he presses me against it. He leans in, his breath hot on my neck, tongue sliding acro
ss my skin. He licks a trail along the side of my neck, making me shiver. I smell his musky scent and his cologne, making me wetter. I hate that I love that smell. I hate that he makes me so turned on.

  “You taste so delicious, Jen.”

  “We can’t do this.” I put my hands up to his chest, trying to push him back. My strength is nowhere near his but I have to try to fight. Have to try...

  He smiles and takes my wrists into his hands.

  “The more you fight, the harder I get.”

  I struggle more, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his thick arms go around me, pinning me tight. I keep fighting and squirming until I’m totally out of breath. I find myself a gasping mess, my hair flying in all directions, falling down over my face.

  His hold releases, but I’m too weak to struggle more. I try to catch my breath, heart pounding, palms sweating. He sense my moment of retreat and begins to kiss his way down my front, lips at my neck and breasts, sucking my tits through the cotton fabric. Oh god, his mouth is amazing. He closes his lips on each of my nipples, teasing them through the thin shirt.

  They harden to points.

  My pussy throbs.

  I want him, even though I say, “No, don’t do this, Drew. You can’t.” Deep down, I know I’m lying to myself.

  He gives me a wicked smile. His hands go to his belt. He knees my legs apart, his free hand unbuckling it, the buckle clinking. He pulls out his cock. It’s huge, hard, and throbbing. He tugs my yoga pants down, exposing my thighs.

  “Please,” I beg, but he puts a hand over my mouth. Pressed into the couch, I can only moan as he pushes his hard cock against my inner thigh, rubbing it up against my panties. Oh, god. It’s so warm, pulsing against my skin. I want it in me, though I would never tell him.

  He turns me over, pressing me into the couch, that large cock, still sliding against me. After a second, he gets down between my legs. I feel my yoga pants being taken off and though I struggle, he forces me to be still with a hard spank. I cry out in surprise more than pain; I’m so turned on it actually feels good. I feel my panties sliding down and start struggling again. He spanks me a second time. “Jen, you keep this up and I’m gonna take you over my knee.”

  I clutch onto the couch, biting my lip.

  My pants and panties are gone, leaving my lower half totally exposed. I’m only wearing my t-shirt now. I feel his lips moving up along the inside of my thigh. Getting closer and closer to my core, my heat. “Don’t, please,” I say, and then gasp as his lips touch my wet pussy. “Oh, god.”

  I clutch the cushions harder. He sucks at my labia, ignoring my protests. I squirm, trying to get away, but he pins my hips there, latching on and sucking hard. His mouth is so hot, drawing out all kinds of intense feelings inside me. I can’t believe my stepson’s giving me oral sex. Can’t believe his tongue is spreading me, lapping at me, sliding up and down my folds. Deep inside he goes, that tongue pushing in, licking all my wetness.

  And yet I just keep getting wetter.

  Bent over like this, on the couch, I must look like a complete slut. Him sucking my pussy, neck craned underneath me, face between my thighs. I moan, and can hear the change in my voice. It’s not a moan of distress, not a moan of fright. It’s a lustful, deep cry, wrested from the depths of my belly.

  His mouth leaves me and he stands again, pressing against me. I feel his hard, throbbing cock touch my aching cunt. I gasp as he grabs my hair. “Mmmm, Jen. Felt that, didn’t you? How fucking wet you are for my huge cock. You’re my little slut. Your stepson pushes you against the couch and forces you, and you’re loving every minute of it...”

  I press my face into the couch, not letting him see my humiliation. But I can’t — he grabs my hair, turning my face to make me look back at him, his cock sliding against me harder, teasing me. I feel him start to enter, the huge shaft pushing inside. I gasp, his grasp on my hair tightening, his free hand pushing my shirt up, playing with my breasts.

  “No, Drew! You can’t!

  “Oh, but I can, Jen. I surely can.”

  He’s barely inside me before I start to quiver, my pussy flooding with cream. I feel his cock pulse as he starts to thrust — and I cum, my body shuddering against the pillows. He holds me, feeling the shivers, knowing he’s made me do this, made me lose control. I grit my teeth, not letting him have the satisfaction of my pleasured screams.

  He chuckles darkly.

  His cock moves in and out, piercing me. I can’t fight him, though I refuse to beg. I’ll never give in, I think. Never crave his cock...never crave his touch...

  The words are lies, and I know it deep down. I hate myself for loving what he’s doing, that I would beg him if he dared to stop.

  His hand spreads my legs wider, fingers playing with my clit while he fucks me. I’m bent over the side, the couch scraping against the wooden floor with his thrusts. Our mingled gasps fill the air. He leans in close, lips scraping my neck, sending tingles of pleasure through my body. Pleasure I refuse to give in to.

  But it isn’t any use. His face comes close and he grabs my jaw, raising my head for a kiss. Before I can try to pull away, he smashes his lips to mine. Even with tears in my eyes, I find myself kissing him back. Clutching, even, grasping his arm for a hold. I close my eyes. I know I should hate the feel of his lips on me, but it’s not that way at all. His lips are surprisingly soft, almost gentle for a split second. Then he pounds me roughly, holding my hips and driving me into the couch. His gasps fill the air, as do mine. I come a second time from his powerful, driving cock.

  “Give me what I want, Jen. Give me what I need...”

  I groan and feel my pussy clenching him. I know I should hate that I’m feeling such pleasure at his fullness inside me, at his hot spunk filling me up. His seed splatters within, pulsing into my womb. The sensation of his hot cum inside me is intense — and if I’m honest with myself, I deeply enjoy it.

  He pulls me in for another kiss, and this time I don’t resist. I kiss back.

  Our tongues swirl together, hot and wet. He pulls back, cupping my jaw, now surprisingly tender. His cock slips out of me, and I feel his seed dripping down the inside of my thigh.

  He helps me dress, his every touch careful now, as though he’s dealing with a fragile possession, as though I’m suddenly his treasure. “I’m going to take care of you forever, Jen. See that you’re safe and kept.”

  His words should anger me, should send a fire through me...but they calm me. I feel safe and protected.

  As he pulls his pants up and rebuckles his belt, he draws me into his arms. I lay my head against his chest, feeling the strength of his muscles and the beat of his heart. I am warm, safe, exactly where I want to be.

  Somehow he knew that all along.

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  Chapter 3 — Drew

  Three months later

  Things went exactly as I hoped they would.

  Jen, my stepmom, is now my live-in wife and cum-slut. She cooks and cleans for me, but still leads a somewhat independent life. At least when I allow her to.

  I think about our marriage with a smile. Even though it’s just between us, our own secret arrangement, it feels as real as anything. The fact that she gave herself willingly to me made it all the better.

  She comes into the living room where I’m seated on a large leather recliner. Jen curls into my arms and smiles gently, stroking the side of my face. She’s wearing a tight-fitting dress I’d chosen for her, soft red in color. Her lovely brown hair falls around her shoulders; she wore it down as I requested, today. “What are you thinking about, love?” she asks.

  “How far we’ve come.” I stroke her hair, fingers curling possessively in it. “How happy you’ve made me.”

  She closes her eyes and leans into my touch. “You’ve made me happy.” She holds my hand and turns her face, kissing it.

  The simple brush of her lips on my palm ignites the flame that was already building inside me. I feel the need to take her, rough, hard and fast. Yet I hol
d the angry lust at bay; I have to, or I’d never get to enjoy little moments like this. Her sweetness. Her softness.

  “I’ve waited my whole life for you, angel,” I tell her, my voice taking on that growling, rough sound that it gets, deep in my chest, when I want her.

  “And I you, my love.”

  She kisses me on the lips. Her small, slender arms go around my neck. We kiss, her pussy rubbing my cock through my jeans, bodies grinding against each other. She’s not wearing any panties, of course; I never let her wear panties around the house anymore. I slide the dress up, her wetness coating my crotch as I unzip myself.

  I take my throbbing cock out and slide easily into her. She gasps as I fill her to the hilt, gripping her hips firmly.

  “You’re always so tight for me,” I say. “Even after I’ve taken your pussy twice this morning.”

  “Always,” she whispers into my ear, caressing my neck with her fingers. They scrape across my skin as my cock slides in and out of her slowly, making soft wet sounds. It’s a languid, almost gentle fuck, something the two of us rarely have, but right now we’re just enjoying each other.

  But then the fire builds inside me. As I gaze into her beautiful eyes, I feel it: the dark, possessive need. I kiss her hungrily, hand clenching in her hair. “No one else is ever going to have you, angel. Only me. Your pussy is mine. My cock, my fingers, my mouth on it, no one else.”

  “No one!” she cries out, her orgasm hitting hard. Her pussy locks around my dick, riding me hard. We groan in mutual pleasure as I flood her with my seed, shooting hot jets inside her.

  I pick her up and carry her to the couch, getting her onto her hands and knees, pressing up from behind. I play with her tits and say, “You’d best spread your legs wide for me, love. Because I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy hard, until I’m not angry anymore.”

  And we both know that might take a long time.

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  Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story, check out the others I’ve written:

  A Mother’s Secret

  A Forbidden Affair