Mabel's POV

He's so deep inside me that I feel the thick, blunt head of him kissing somewhere behind my navel.

I'm on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt, every vein and ridge pressed against my clutching walls.

My mother is sleeping three feet to our left, her breathing a soft, rhythmic rasp. The blanket hides everything, a tent of wool concealing me beneath while I’m sitting on my stepdad’s big cock.

I start rocking. Slow, grinding rolls of my hips that churn his length inside me. I barely lift off him, before sinking back down, feeling the glorious drag of his cockhead rubbing against my walls....