I opened the door to our house, the heavy bag of groceries in my hand weighing me down. The last thing I expected to see was my stepmom, Demi Diveena, standing in the hallway like in a step mom video, with her arms crossed, her eyes burning into me with a mixture of anger and disappointment.
“Diego,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “We need to talk. Now.”
I sighed, dropping the bag onto the kitchen counter. “What’s up, Demi?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.
“What’s up?” she echoed, her eyes flashing. “What’s up is that I know about your father.”
My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly what she was talking about. My dad had been cheating on her for months, and I’d known about it the whole time. I’d kept it a secret, thinking it would be better for everyone if I just stayed out of it.
“Demi, I—” I started, but she cut me off.
“No, Diego. I want to know what you know, and when you knew it.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I knew from the beginning, Demi. I’m sorry.”
She stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she sighed and uncrossed her arms. “I thought as much. I’m disappointed in you, Diego. I thought we had a better relationship than this.”
“We do,” I insisted. “I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t know what to do.”
She nodded, but the disappointment in her eyes didn’t fade. “I understand,” she said. “But you’re grounded. No going out, no pervy family parties, no nothing until further notice.”
I groaned, but what could I say? I deserved it.
Later that night, there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. I looked up from my book to see Demi standing in the doorway, her expression softer than it had been earlier.
“Hey,” she said quietly. “Can I come in?”
I nodded, setting my book aside. She closed the door behind her and sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Look, Diego,” she started, her voice gentle. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was just really upset.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “You had every right to be.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Here’s the thing, though. I need your help.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? With what?”
She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “I want to confront your father. But I need… proof. And I think you can help me with that step mom video.”
I felt my stomach drop. I knew exactly what she was asking. “Demi, I don’t know—”
“Please, Diego,” she interrupted. “Please. I need this. And I promise, if you help me, I’ll… I’ll unground you. And we can forget this whole thing ever happened.”
I looked at her, really looked at her. She was beautiful, with her dark hair and soft curves, her eyes so full of pain and desperation. And suddenly, I realized that I wanted to help her. I wanted to make things right.
“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll help you.”
She smiled at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Diego. Thank you so much.”
And that was how the step mom video started.
The next day, I set up my camera in my room and waited for Demi to come in. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
“Are you sure about this, Demi?” I asked, my voice gentle.
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes. I’m sure.”
I went to her, taking her hands in mine. “It’s okay,” I said. “We can do this step mom video. Together.”
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. And then, slowly, she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.
I was surprised at first, but then I melted into the kiss, my hands moving to cup her face. She let out a soft moan, her body pressing against mine.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice low.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, it’s okay.”
I smiled, my hands moving to the hem of her shirt. I pulled it up, revealing her soft skin, her full breasts. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, and she let out a gasp.
“Diego,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair.
I smiled against her skin, my hands moving to her pants. I unbuttoned them, sliding them down her legs, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
“You’re so beautiful, Demi,” I whispered, my fingers trailing over her skin.
She let out a soft moan, her hips arching up to meet my touch. I slid my fingers into her, her wetness coating them. She was ready, so ready.
I took my time, exploring her body with my hands and my mouth. I wanted to make sure she was ready, that she was enjoying this.
And she was. She was moaning and writhing beneath me, her body arching up to meet my touch. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing.
“Diego,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. “Please. I need you inside me.”
I smiled, positioning myself at her entrance. I slid in slowly, her wetness making it easy. She let out a soft moan, her body adjusting to my size.
“Fuck, Demi,” I groaned, my hips moving slowly. “You feel so good.”
She was moaning in response, her hips moving to meet mine. I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, right there. Fuck, Diego, yes.”
I smiled, my hips moving faster, harder. I could feel her MILF body tensing, her moans getting louder.
“Come for me, Demi,” I groaned. “Come all over my cock.”
And she did. With a loud moan, her body tensed, her pussy clenching around me. I could feel her orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure.
I groaned, my own orgasm following hers. I came inside her, my body shaking with the force of it.
Stepmom and stepson, we lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. And then, slowly, we untangled ourselves, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Was that… enough?” I asked, my voice soft.
She nodded, a small smile on her face. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
And so, we had our proof. We had our evidence. And we had each other.
In the end, it wasn’t just about the proof. It was about us. It was about the connection we shared, the desire we felt for each other. And it was about the love that grew between us, despite the circumstances.
