Amaryllis soaked in the tub for what felt like forever, until the water turned tepid. She sighed and slowly got out, her body sore from the abuse she endured earlier though most of the marks, save for the deepest one, had faded away. The shadow of a handmark bruised her left cheek and her body was extra tender and sensitive to touch.
Gingerly, she pulled on a tank top, and panties, then an oversized t-shirt and a loose pair of joggers. She didn’t want the boys to see her shame, especially after witnessing her in the position she was in when they came to help her.
Slowly she made her way downstairs to see that the room had been cleaned up and there didn’t seem to be anything out of place. She smiled at the thoughtfulness of the boys and followed their voices and the smell of pizza to the kitchen.
“Oh Ame, you’re here.”
“Mrs. Leclair.” Both men stood up as soon as they noticed her stepping in the room but she tried to wave them back into their seats which they both ignored. Sebastian, Carter’s childhood friend, remained standing as Carter came around and wrapped a hand around her waist gently to guide her into a seat first.
“Please, Sebastian. Ame is just fine. Mrs. Leclair is just too formal.” Amaryllis smiled, a hint of her natural bubbliness returning to her voice. “Thank you both for helping me— um, earlier.”
Sebastian had the decency to blush, and look down, as he recalled how Ame was spread open and exposed. He had been one of Carter’s friends who had admired Ame’s body from afar and had plenty of fantasies about her as he grew up. And, despite the circumstances, he knew it would fuel his imagination for months to come. He struggled to keep his gaze from wandering when he looked back up at her, even though he couldn’t make out anything through the oversized clothing she currently wore.
”It’s okay, Ame. We’ll take care of you.” Carter leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head and sat down next to her with Sebastian across the table from him. The rest of dinner and the evening progressed quietly. The shared conversation–light and easy–helped recreate the sense of normalcy and stability she needed just then and she was grateful they hadn’t tried to talk about what had happened. It was a few hours later before Sebastian left and Amaryllis was feeling the exhaustion weighing down her mind and limbs.
“I’m going to head upstairs first, Carter. I can clean this up tomorrow. I’m sure you have a lot to do for school.” Ame stood up for her seat and slowly made her way out of the kitchen, her entire body felt sore as well as her heart and mind. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked into her room and collapsed on the bed, not sure how, in the light of a new day, things would change tomorrow morning.
Downstairs, Carter cleaned up the kitchen and was about to make the turn at the top of the stairs to his room when he heard some quiet crying coming from his parents’ room. Slowly making his way down the hall, he inched open the door to see Amaryllis’ sleeping form curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, crying in her sleep.
He watched her for a moment before he went back to his room, just to change for sleep: a fresh t-shirt and boxers. He walked back into his parents room and crawled into bed with the crying Amaryllis, pulling her back gently into his chest as he cradled her in his arms. She was so exhausted that she barely stirred but she let out a final sob and sighed softly as she settled into his arms, finally quiet and deep asleep.
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Amaryllis woke up first that next morning, the first bit of sunrise filtering through the curtains as she sleepily opened her eyes. It took her a full moment to realize she wasn’t alone and that she was sleeping in someone’s arms. It took her another to realize that it wasn’t her husband but her stepson that was sleeping with, and holding, her.
He was still sound asleep when she slowly turned to face him. She wasn’t sure why he was here or when come but she felt comforted by his presence. She lifted a hand and brushed some hair from his still closed eyes, taking a moment to admire his features. He had grown into a handsome man, much like his father, with dark hair and storm grey eyes, where his father had blue. She allowed herself a moment of comfort as she nuzzled into him, her small form dwarfed by his size and muscular build, and fell back asleep.
Moments later, the buzzing of his watch alarm stirred Carter from sleep. He smiled down at the sleeping Amaryllis still cuddled into his chest and surreptitiously slid his hand down her back to cup her ass gently, pulling her closer to him for a moment before he had to get up. It felt as soft and fit as good in his hand as he had imagined and he had to roll away slightly as his cock began to stiffen.
“Fuck.” He whispered to himself, gently lifting Amaryllis enough to pull his arm free and setting her back down on the pillow. Quietly he slipped from her room, before he did anything else inappropriate, and got ready for school.
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[“Going to uni, be back after practice. Don’t open the door for anyone.”] Amaryllis read the text message as she drank her coffee. This morning was slow, she woke up later than usual and took longer and more effort to do the most basic things like getting dressed or washing her face. And so, it was past mid-morning when she finally came downstairs to have her breakfast.
[“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay.”] She texted back with a heart emoji and sat back to finish her coffee. She tried to work after but had trouble concentrating as the time approached when the mailman would usually ring the doorbell.
She found herself pacing in the main room, her hand trailing over the back of the couch as she kept glancing between the clock and the front door. The time he usually arrived came, then it was five minutes past, ten, fifteen. Only after twenty did she finally allow herself to relax and realize that he really wasn’t coming again.
She sat back on the couch and relaxed a sigh of relief. However, the moment she closed her eyes, she couldn’t stop the barrage of images of what had transpired the last few days from playing like a movie inside her head. The horror, the disgust, and then… the pleasure she felt.
She couldn’t help it. The last time she had sex was weeks ago. Her husband was always off on work trips that lasted weeks, only home a few days at a time and when he was, he was often too tired from travel to want to fuck. That last time they did make love, he didn’t even let her finish before he rolled over and fell fast asleep.
It was no wonder she came hard despite the assault. As she thought back to what had been done to her, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts and started playing with her clit. Her back arched as it sent a bolt of pleasure arcing through her. Her fingers dipped to circle the opening to her slit as her other hand found its way under her shirt to knead her breast and roll her nipple.
Soft moans filled the room as she stimulated herself to images in her mind of her being used and abused. She started to squeeze her breasts and nipples harder, and drag her nail over her clit before plunging her fingers into her pussy as her self play got progressively rougher than how she usually touched herself.
She pulled her pants down so she could have more room to ram her fingers in her cunt, two fingers, three, trying to stretch her hole and mimic how it felt when the mailman’s cock was thrusting into her.
“Mmm ohhh yess, fuck me please!” She begged to the empty room. Groaning as she pinched her nipples painfully hard, she felt her cunt gush and spasm in response. She slid further down the couch, her ass hanging in the air and her legs spread lewdly wide as she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt while the base of her palm mashed against her sensitive clit. The pain from yesterday’s rape now melding with the pleasure she was feeling and it brought her right to the edge.
She kept pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, grinding her hand into her clit harder and harder, as she pinched and pulled on her nipples imagining yesterday’s ordeal. Something must’ve broke in her to have felt good while her cunt was being attacked so brutally. But it brought her over the edge, body trembling as she screamed into the room at her climax. Her back arched off the couch as she ground her fingers as deep into her tunnel as possible.
In the middle of it all, the image of her stepson clouded her mind, while her fingers still pumped slowly in and out of her. Stirring her arousal further. She moaned softly as she came down from her high, remembering being in his arms and the feel of his body against hers when she woke up. She was sure she felt his hand on her ass for a moment and it wasn’t unwelcomed.
She shook her head of these thoughts as the daze of her climax faded, ashamed she would think of her stepson like that when he was just trying to take care of her. She felt perverted and broken that such dirty thoughts like that could come to her so easily. But couldn’t deny that she got even more wet thinking about him.
She pulled on her pants and readjusted her top before turning to lay on the couch to rest, too exhausted to climb up the stairs to her bed.
Carter waited a couple more minutes behind the garage door, watching his stepmom through the camera as she fell asleep on the couch. He heard her scream her orgasm minutes earlier from both the camera and, slightly quieter, through the door. He waited, watching the app until it looked like Ame was fast asleep before he quietly entered the house. He covered her with a blanket and went straight to his room. He wanted to save the video from today—as he had all the other ones—on his computer to watch and fantasize with later. He was shocked to see his stepmom mastrubating on the very couch she was raped on, and so soon after she was brutalized. But it was also so unbelievably sexy to see her fucking herself with her fingers, spreading her little pussy with them and pinching her nipples. It was as if she was an insatiable nympho fairy and she just needed to be fucked every day regardless. At least, it seemed like it when she was cumming on the mailman’s cock and begging for it.
While Amaryllis slept downstairs, Carter stroked himself to yet another orgasm, imagining his stepmother around his cock. He didn’t know how long he could keep ignoring his desires, especially if he kept seeing videos like this. He queued another one up.
Amaryllis soaked in the tub for what felt like forever, until the water turned tepid. She sighed and slowly got out, her body sore from the abuse she endured earlier though most of the marks, save for the deepest one, had faded away. The shadow of a handmark bruised her left cheek and her body was extra tender and sensitive to touch.
Gingerly, she pulled on a tank top, and panties, then an oversized t-shirt and a loose pair of joggers. She didn’t want the boys to see her shame, especially after witnessing her in the position she was in when they came to help her.
Slowly she made her way downstairs to see that the room had been cleaned up and there didn’t seem to be anything out of place. She smiled at the thoughtfulness of the boys and followed their voices and the smell of pizza to the kitchen.
“Oh Ame, you’re here.”
“Mrs. Leclair.” Both men stood up as soon as they noticed her stepping in the room but she tried to wave them back into their seats which they both ignored. Sebastian, Carter’s childhood friend, remained standing as Carter came around and wrapped a hand around her waist gently to guide her into a seat first.
“Please, Sebastian. Ame is just fine. Mrs. Leclair is just too formal.” Amaryllis smiled, a hint of her natural bubbliness returning to her voice. “Thank you both for helping me— um, earlier.”
Sebastian had the decency to blush, and look down, as he recalled how Ame was spread open and exposed. He had been one of Carter’s friends who had admired Ame’s body from afar and had plenty of fantasies about her as he grew up. And, despite the circumstances, he knew it would fuel his imagination for months to come. He struggled to keep his gaze from wandering when he looked back up at her, even though he couldn’t make out anything through the oversized clothing she currently wore.
”It’s okay, Ame. We’ll take care of you.” Carter leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head and sat down next to her with Sebastian across the table from him. The rest of dinner and the evening progressed quietly. The shared conversation–light and easy–helped recreate the sense of normalcy and stability she needed just then and she was grateful they hadn’t tried to talk about what had happened. It was a few hours later before Sebastian left and Amaryllis was feeling the exhaustion weighing down her mind and limbs.
“I’m going to head upstairs first, Carter. I can clean this up tomorrow. I’m sure you have a lot to do for school.” Ame stood up for her seat and slowly made her way out of the kitchen, her entire body felt sore as well as her heart and mind. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked into her room and collapsed on the bed, not sure how, in the light of a new day, things would change tomorrow morning.
Downstairs, Carter cleaned up the kitchen and was about to make the turn at the top of the stairs to his room when he heard some quiet crying coming from his parents’ room. Slowly making his way down the hall, he inched open the door to see Amaryllis’ sleeping form curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, crying in her sleep.
He watched her for a moment before he went back to his room, just to change for sleep: a fresh t-shirt and boxers. He walked back into his parents room and crawled into bed with the crying Amaryllis, pulling her back gently into his chest as he cradled her in his arms. She was so exhausted that she barely stirred but she let out a final sob and sighed softly as she settled into his arms, finally quiet and deep asleep.
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Amaryllis woke up first that next morning, the first bit of sunrise filtering through the curtains as she sleepily opened her eyes. It took her a full moment to realize she wasn’t alone and that she was sleeping in someone’s arms. It took her another to realize that it wasn’t her husband but her stepson that was sleeping with, and holding, her.
He was still sound asleep when she slowly turned to face him. She wasn’t sure why he was here or when come but she felt comforted by his presence. She lifted a hand and brushed some hair from his still closed eyes, taking a moment to admire his features. He had grown into a handsome man, much like his father, with dark hair and storm grey eyes, where his father had blue. She allowed herself a moment of comfort as she nuzzled into him, her small form dwarfed by his size and muscular build, and fell back asleep.
Moments later, the buzzing of his watch alarm stirred Carter from sleep. He smiled down at the sleeping Amaryllis still cuddled into his chest and surreptitiously slid his hand down her back to cup her ass gently, pulling her closer to him for a moment before he had to get up. It felt as soft and fit as good in his hand as he had imagined and he had to roll away slightly as his cock began to stiffen.
“Fuck.” He whispered to himself, gently lifting Amaryllis enough to pull his arm free and setting her back down on the pillow. Quietly he slipped from her room, before he did anything else inappropriate, and got ready for school.
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“Going to uni, be back after practice. Don’t open the door for anyone.” Amaryllis read the text message as she drank her coffee. This morning was slow, she woke up later than usual and took longer and more effort to do the most basic things like getting dressed or washing her face. And so, it was past mid-morning when she finally came downstairs to have her breakfast.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay.” She texted back with a heart emoji and sat back to finish her coffee. She tried to work after but had trouble concentrating as the time approached when the mailman would usually ring the doorbell.
She found herself pacing in the main room, her hand trailing over the back of the couch as she kept glancing between the clock and the front door. The time he usually arrived came, then it was five minutes past, ten, fifteen. Only after twenty did she finally allow herself to relax and realize that he really wasn’t coming again.
She sat back on the couch and relaxed a sigh of relief. However, the moment she closed her eyes, she couldn’t stop the barrage of images of what had transpired the last few days from playing like a movie inside her head. The horror, the disgust, and then… the pleasure she felt.
She couldn’t help it. The last time she had sex was weeks ago. Her husband was always off on work trips that lasted weeks, only home a few days at a time and when he was, he was often too tired from travel to want to fuck. That last time they did make love, he didn’t even let her finish before he rolled over and fell fast asleep.
It was no wonder she came hard despite the assault. As she thought back to what had been done to her, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts and started playing with her clit. Her back arched as it sent a bolt of pleasure arcing through her. Her fingers dipped to circle the opening to her slit as her other hand found its way under her shirt to knead her breast and roll her nipple.
Soft moans filled the room as she stimulated herself to images in her mind of her being used and abused. She started to squeeze her breasts and nipples harder, and drag her nail over her clit before plunging her fingers into her pussy as her self play got progressively rougher than how she usually touched herself.
She pulled her pants down so she could have more room to ram her fingers in her cunt, two fingers, three, trying to stretch her hole and mimic how it felt when the mailman’s cock was thrusting into her.
“Mmm ohhh yess, fuck me please!” She begged to the empty room. Groaning as she pinched her nipples painfully hard, she felt her cunt gush and spasm in response. She slid further down the couch, her ass hanging in the air and her legs spread lewdly wide as she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt while the base of her palm mashed against her sensitive clit. The pain from yesterday’s rape now melding with the pleasure she was feeling and it brought her right to the edge.
She kept pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, grinding her hand into her clit harder and harder, as she pinched and pulled on her nipples imagining yesterday’s ordeal. Something must’ve broke in her to have felt good while her cunt was being attacked so brutally. But it brought her over the edge, body trembling as she screamed into the room at her climax. Her back arched off the couch as she ground her fingers as deep into her tunnel as possible.
In the middle of it all, the image of her stepson clouded her mind, while her fingers still pumped slowly in and out of her. Stirring her arousal further. She moaned softly as she came down from her high, remembering being in his arms and the feel of his body against hers when she woke up. She was sure she felt his hand on her ass for a moment and it wasn’t unwelcomed.
She shook her head of these thoughts as the daze of her climax faded, ashamed she would think of her stepson like that when he was just trying to take care of her. She felt perverted and broken that such dirty thoughts like that could come to her so easily. But couldn’t deny that she got even more wet thinking about him.
She pulled on her pants and readjusted her top before turning to lay on the couch to rest, too exhausted to climb up the stairs to her bed.
Carter waited a couple more minutes behind the garage door, watching his stepmom through the camera as she fell asleep on the couch. He heard her scream her orgasm minutes earlier from both the camera and, slightly quieter, through the door. He waited, watching the app until it looked like Ame was fast asleep before he quietly entered the house. He covered her with a blanket and went straight to his room. He wanted to save the video from today—as he had all the other ones—on his computer to watch and fantasize with later. He was shocked to see his stepmom mastrubating on the very couch she was raped on, and so soon after she was brutalized. But it was also so unbelievably sexy to see her fucking herself with her fingers, spreading her little pussy with them and pinching her nipples. It was as if she was an insatiable nympho fairy and she just needed to be fucked every day regardless. At least, it seemed like it when she was cumming on the mailman’s cock and begging for it.
While Amaryllis slept downstairs, Carter stroked himself to yet another orgasm, imagining his stepmother around his cock. He didn’t know how long he could keep ignoring his desires, especially if he kept seeing videos like this. He queued another one up.