Confess and Pray

You freeze, cock still twitching in your fist, the wet slap of Erin’s pussy getting railed still echoing across the hall. Tawny’s gaze drops to your glistening shaft, then flicks to the open guest-room door where Erin is moaning like a whore, tits bouncing as Nick’s thick cock disappears inside her again and again.

“I… I saw them,” you stammer, voice hoarse. “Erin naked, riding him. I couldn’t stop watching. I came in here to… to jerk off to it.”

Tawny’s face cycles through shock, hurt, and something darker hot, humiliated fury. “You were stroking your dick to your stepson’s fiancée?” Her voice cracks, but her nipples are visibly stiff under her thin tank top.

You nod, shame burning your cheeks even as your cock throbs harder in your hand. “Yes. I’m sorry, Tawny. I’ve wanted to see her like that for months.”

She steps inside, yanks the door shut behind her with a sharp click. “Then you don’t get our bed tonight. Or me. You’re sleeping in the empty guest room downstairs. Alone. With your hand and whatever filthy thoughts you still have about her or whoever else you fantasize about.” Her eyes flick once more to your leaking tip.

“And you will not touch yourself again until I say so. Understood?”

You swallow, nodding, already aching at the punishment.