Maria's weekend booty call replacement, her daughter's ass enters the affair.

Miranda's Deception: A Daughter's Forbidden Submission

The Setup

The bedroom was dim, the afternoon sun filtering weakly through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets of Maria and Antonio’s marital bed. Miranda’s heart hammered against her ribs as she positioned herself just so—face buried in the pillows, her mother’s favorite silk nightgown draped over her upper body, the fabric pooling around her shoulders to obscure her slender frame. The pillows beneath her head were strategically placed, their bulk hiding the pale cascade of her raven hair, her face turned away from the door.

She had timed this perfectly.

Maria had left in a hurry—some last-minute errand, a forgotten text to Stefano about the change in plans. Miranda had watched from her window as her mother’s car disappeared down the street, her pulse quickening at the sight of Stefano’s familiar sedan pulling into the driveway not ten minutes later.

Now, she waited.

The door creaked open.

Stefano’s heavy footsteps paused at the threshold.

"Maria?" His voice was rough, tinged with amusement. "Already in bed for me, dear?"

Miranda didn’t dare respond. Instead, she arched her back slightly, letting the sheets slip lower, exposing the full, round curve of her bubble butt—paler than Maria’s, untouched by the sun, the skin there soft as cream.

A sharp inhale.

Then, the sound of a belt unbuckling.

The First Touch

The bed dipped under Stefano’s weight as he climbed onto it, his calloused hands sliding over Miranda’s covered hips. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, her body trembling as his fingers traced the swell of her ass, his grip tightening possessively.

"Mmm, così perfetta," he murmured, his deep baritone thick with lust.

Miranda’s breath hitched as she felt the hot, heavy press of his cock against her thigh—thick, so thick, the heat of it searing even through the thin fabric of the nightgown.

*SLAP!*

A sharp smack echoed through the room as Stefano’s palm connected with her ass, the sting making her jerk forward with a muffled gasp.

"Always so eager," he chuckled, his fingers spreading her cheeks, his thumb brushing over her puckered hole before sliding lower, lower, until he found her dripping slit. "Fuck, you’re already wet for me."

Miranda clenched around nothing, her wide hips canting back instinctively, the raven haired vixen's slender body begging for more.

"O-Ohmygod... I can't believe we are finally doin... OH F-FUCK!! Y-YES"

Stefano didn’t make her wait.

*PLAP*

Miranda screamed against the creaking bed as her father's best friend, the man who had watched her grow up was ramming himself balls deep inside the young slender beauty's tight pussy. ****

*PLAP!*

The middle-aged man's fat cock slapped against the young woman's soaked folds, the thick head dragging through her slickness, coating himself in Maria's arousal before pressing insistently at her entrance. Pushing in and out with rough sudden thrusts.

*PLAP!!*

"You are milking me dry, Maria. What a hungry pussy."_ _Stefano's rough growls reached the young woman's ears, sending a chill down her spine, Miranda's tight walls clenched even harder.

Little did he know it was actually his voluptuous lover's daughter slamming her hips down on his throbbing prick, meeting Stefano's thrusts with lustful moans, soaking the bed with their love juices.

"You want it, slut?" he growled, his voice dark with promise.

Miranda nodded frantically into the pillows, her lithe fingers twisting in the sheets.

"Say it."

She hesitated—just for a second—before forcing her voice lower, breathier, just like her mother’s smoky contralto.

"Yes, Stefano... P-Please, harder."

A groan.

Then, he pushed.

The Taking

The stretch was agonizing.

Miranda’s nails dug into the mattress as Stefano’s cock breached her again, inch by brutal inch, the young beauty's petite body straining to accommodate his girth. She was smaller than Maria—tighter, the dildo replica couldn't compare to the real thing after all—and the burn was exquisite.

"D-Damn, you’re tight today," Stefano grunted, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt in one ruthless thrust.

*PLAP!*

Miranda screamed into the pillows, the young woman's back arching, her cunt fluttered around him, the raven haired vixen's walls clamping down in shock.

Stefano didn’t slow.

*PLAP*

*PLAP!*

The middle-aged man's rough hands gripped her wide hips hard enough to bruise as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his pelvis driving the young woman's fat ass higher onto the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.

"Take it," he snarled, his voice rough with exertion. "Take every fucking inch, whore."

Miranda could only whimper, her slender body alight with pleasure-pain, the young pale beauty's mind hazy with the wrongness of it all.

"O-Ohmygod he is so fucking deep... F-Fuck, it's too mu-*Aahh!!*-uch, o-oh shitshitshit..."

She was her Maria’s daughter.

*PLAP!!*

And Stefano was fucking her, driving his fat cock against Miranda's cervix like he owned the little slut's holes.

The thought sent a bolt of white-hot arousal straight to her core, the raven-haired vixen's pussy clenching around him as Miranda's first orgasm ripped through her very soul, her scream muffled by the pillows.

Stefano didn’t stop.

*PLAP!*

"Again," he demanded, the middle-aged man's fingers digging into her flared hips as he pulled her back onto his cock, his pace unrelenting. "I’m not done with you yet, Maria..."

Miranda sobbed, her petite body overstimulated, the young woman's mind shattering as her mom's lover angled his hips just so, the thick flared head of his cock grinding against her sweet spot with every thrust.

"F-FUCK!!"

She came a second time—harder, louder—her vision spotting as the raven-haired vixen's body convulsed around him, her juices gushing over his length, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Stefano’s groan was animalistic.

"What a dirty whore, so wet for me," he panted, his thrusts growing erratic. "Gonna fill you up—gonna pump you full—"

Miranda braced herself.

Then—

Heat.

Flooding.

Claiming.

Stefano’s hips stuttered as he emptied himself inside her wet pussy, his fat cock pulsing as the middle-aged man painted her walls with his release, his groan loud enough to shake the walls.

Miranda trembled beneath him, the young woman's slender body ruined, her mind broken.

She had finally done it.

"S-so fucking full... D-Damn, I-I can't feel my legs. Shit..."

She had taken him.

And Stefano hadn’t even known.

Or at least he played along...

The Aftermath

Stefano pulled out with a wet lurid pop, his thick creamy load already leaking from Miranda’s tight pussy, dripping onto the sheets below. The middle-aged man patted her fat ass lazily, the young woman's pale flesh jiggling under his touch,

"Good girl," the virile lover murmured, his deep baritone sated.

Miranda didn’t dare move.

The bed creaked as Stefano stood, the sound of him dressing filling the room. A pause. Then—

"Maria?"

Miranda’s blood ran cold.

"You’re quiet today," Stefano mused, his tone laced with amusement. "Did I fuck the last shred of reason out of you?"

A beat.

Then, the click of the door.

Silence.

Miranda finally lifted her head, the young woman's slender body limp, her cunt throbbing still full with Stefano's thick, hot cum, her mind still racing from the rough fucking she just enjoyed in her mother's place.

"I'm better than her..."

She had won.

But the game wasn’t over.

Not yet.