The Other Child Ch. 02

After breakfast I helped clean up a little so Maria struck up a conversation.

"So," Maria smirked, "are you going to put a spring in her stride and remove the scorpion from her tongue?"

"A scorpion on her tongue would make a few -- things distractingly dangerous," I winked. "So, what chores am I doing today?"

"Hernando is pruning five trees back of the Guest House, so..." she offered me.

"Right, dragging limbs to the wood chipper," I sighed over dramatically.

"I know why you do this Duke," Maria informed me. "You don't want to be like your Father and Mrs. Zuiko and Cybil so you help out around the house. We indulge you."

"Thanks Maria, "I chuckled.

"We don't want you becoming like them either," Maria smirked.

Breakthrough

It was Saturday morning and I figured that I'd be alone in the workout room but I was so wrong. I was still stretching out when Hotness appeared. She fidgeted around one of the bikes until I had finished. Once I headed for my leg presses Zuiko cleared her throat and rocked back onto her heels.

"Can I help you Hotness?" I stopped and regarded her. She flushed a bit in anger at my chosen name for her but only a bit.

"I'm -- I'm ah -- I'm not sure if I'm warming up properly," she stammered.

"Well, let's go through your routine and see if I can show you anything," I nodded. "You are in great shape."

"I do work out almost every day," Mom bragged. "I am glad my -- um -- it shows." I directed Zuiko to lie down. I put her fully reclined left leg between my knees then I slowly pushed her right leg up. My first few passes stretched the muscles in the calf and thigh then I began to massage those muscles, squeezing them between my thumbs and fingers then working circles firmly into her flesh.

"Let me know when my touch causes you too much discomfort," I soothed her. My fingers came down to the bend in her knee, left hand on the outside and my right on the inside of the thigh. I expended half a minute working down to the edge of her hip and the crux of her thigh and cunt.

"How does this feel? Should I continue?" I prodded. Her head went from side to side but,

"Yes," she panted, "Yes, yes."

I took that to be her giving carte blanch, so I took it. Bending her knee, I pushed her leg back with my shoulder.

My left hand snaked around her leg and started rubbing her stomach while the right went for the prize of her love triangle. I finished by massaging down the remainder of her thigh and seamlessly transfer over to her pubic mound. I anticipated Hotness's call to stop but I was keeping the momentum so completely all she did was moan wantonly.

Her stomach undulated as my left hand proceeded pasted her diaphragm to her right breast -- shit she was not wearing a bra underneath her tight turquoise yoga suit. A quick pass of my right hand revealed no panties line. Zuiko's hands began clinch into a ball by dragging her fingernails over the floor mats into a tight fist then relaxing only to repeat the action.

I kept such a gentle touch on Hotness's honey spot that I was able to detect her excited nub and start rubbing it before she even noticed.

"Is this part -- gasp -- part of a warming up regimen?" she struggled to get out between baited breaths.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Zuiko. This is foreplay -- sexual foreplay," I informed her.

"Oh -- oh -- oh," she panted, "we can't do this Duke; I'm your Mother."

I twirled her right nipple and upped the grinding of my fingers against her clit while rubbing up and down her pussy lips. I could feel the stickiness of her vagina through the thin fabric.

"With all the trouble that life has caused you recently, do you want me to be your Son, or maybe, this once, something different," I replied in a husky tone that alerted me to how badly I wanted her at that moment.

"We -- we shouldn't," she moaned. "We shouldn't -- but, just this once?"

"I'm not sure I can," I led her on.

"What do you mean -- you said," she pleaded.

"What if you are the best sex I've ever had Zuiko," I taunted her. "Once might not be enough."

"We would have to try," Zuiko finally met my gaze, "to be sure that this was the only time, okay?"

"But we can see how much we want each other and go from there, do you promise?" I countered. I've been working her over with my fingers the entire time that we've been talking.

"Okay," she gasped, "this once and if we both feel it is necessary to...um -- make our relationship stronger -- we could try a second time. I don't want to cheat on Denis with -- ah -- with someone not in the family."

I adapted to her dwindling resistance by positioning my body over her and stole a kiss from her lips. She had closed her eyes for the first few kisses but around kiss five she looked at me and smiled. By the tenth kiss she had placed her arms on my shoulders so she could pull me down into one lasting embrace.

Hotness had splayed her legs open but started to drag her ankles along my calves on the way to my thighs, which allowed me to drop and drag my cock onto her clit over and over again. I rested on my elbows and slipped the yoga suit straps off the shoulders and started pulling them down until her breasts are almost totally exposed and her arms trapped to her sides.

I yank her top down so quick her breasts quaked and jiggled. I latched onto the left breast, I sucked on it ravenously. Zuiko gave a sharp intake of breath which turned into a yelp when I jumped onto her right tit and bit lightly down on the other nipple. She started wiggling out of her straps so I lent her a hand to release her right arm.

In the fastest, most athletic move I'd ever seen Zuiko make, she reached across our chest to work her yoga suit off her left arm then pushed the whole thing as far south as she could in our current positions. I sped the proceedings along by moving my body onto its knees and together we pulled her suit passed her butt, up her thighs and all the way off in one rapid motion.

Zuiko clawed at the lacings of her shoes; I did the same with mine as well as shed my shorts. I dropped back toward Hotness but fell short, causing her to pout. My target was her pussy alright but not with my cock -- getting your step-mom pregnant was one of the surest ways to get booted from the house. Zuiko was still trying to draw me up for some face-time when encircled her clit with my tongue and tantalized that feminine cluster of nervous pleasure.

"No, no, no," she groaned. "I want your cock."

"I don't know if you are on birth control Hotness," I replied between lapping her cunt's juices.

"Oh, I have a pack in my -- ah -- gym bag," Zuiko sounded guilty as hell, "in case Cybil said she needed some."

"You had better go get one," I suggested. At first, Zuiko was hesitant but nuzzling along the thigh next to her pussy brought her up and scampering toward her gym bag. She knelt down, pulled out the box triumphantly only to realize I had stealthily moved behind her. I picked her up by the underarms and directed her toward the closest wall.

As she took those steps toward the wall, Hotness lapsed into a daze so that I had to kiss her neckline multiple times to return her to attentiveness.

"We'll need a condom," I whispered, "so you need to open the box and pull one out."

"Oh yes," she murmured. She tried to be kind to the box lid for about five seconds then she tore it off. Hotness tore off a condom packet so violently she ripped open the one below it.

Zuiko was working off the unopened packet so I tapped her and pointed to the opened one on the floor. She bent over to get it and I moved in with my cock penetrating deep between her legs.

"Put it on," I recommended. She toyed with the condom until she found the proper way to put on the device. She seemed to relish the feel of the latex and gel onto my raging hot rod. I put my right hand on the back of her neck and the left on her hip.

She gave a delicious little murmur followed by a grunt as I pushed her upper body at the wall. She extended her arms to the wall, stopping her forward progress by putting her palms against the padded wall. She looked over her shoulder at me, her bun a total wreck and her judgment clearly overwhelmed with the lust coursing through her veins.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating it thoroughly with her vaginal fluids. Zuiko pushed up and back trying to lure my cock inside of her. I decided that teasing her about her previous history didn't get me anything. Instead I gave her what she wanted; I inserted my penis between her labia and pressed forward.

Hotness was sopping wet, so entry was not a problem but, Man o man, she was super-tight. I was not deterred; I grabbed hold of both hips, pushed myself forward while simultaneously pulling her in.

"Oh, oh, it's too big," she begged but I keep at it, "Please Duke, it is tearing me up inside."

"Isn't this what you wanted; to have your cunt pounded raw and filled up with as much as you could handle?" I confronted her.

"No, I wanted to keep Cybil safe from you," she groaned. "I was afraid you would do to Cybil what you did to Jacye."

"So you enjoyed watching Jacye and I on the sofa?" I taunted her.

"NO -- I mean..." Zuiko struggled to find the words. I slammed the last few inches in and made her squeal in both pain and delight.

"She could take it all in so why can't you? Are you going to let some teenage tramp give me more fulfilling sex than my own step-mom?" I challenged her.

"I can take it," she rasped. "Promise me you won't do this with Cybil." I gently moved in and out of her love hole for over a minute before giving her my counter-offer.

"The next time we make love," I offered, "she has to watch. If you can then convince us both, I'll stay away from your precious daughter -- deal?"

"That's not fair," she whined. I was really pounding her now, my balls slapping her clitoris as I drove my shaft deeper and deeper inside. Hotness was even angling her hips for the deepest penetrations possible.

I had even grabbed her shoulder with my left hand, pulling her back as I drove forward. Her argument was lost as she first hissed from deep within her lungs then she yowled loud enough to cause ringing in my ears. I was relentless and soon little pools of dripping pussy juice had formed around her toes. Still Zuiko gave her inexperienced all to our love-making efforts.

She kept pushing back through my use of my first condom and almost my second before she finally began a deep exhausted moaning.

"Too much," she panted, "It aches too much; stop, please stop." I shot cum several times, keeping still then then pulled out with a rather loud 'pop'. A steady flow of fluids that I had trapped above cock in her vagina came out, further soaking the mat we had stood up. I quickly tied off and disposed of the condom.

I left her propped up against the wall as I ran to get two towels and a large bottled water. I laid out the towels; swept up Zuiko into my arms as if she was a child, and placed her tenderly on the dry area. Once she was situated I opened the bottle top and handed her the water.

"You are definitely better than any high school girl I've ever had," I commented with a smile.

She grinned back wearily.

"I only did this for Cybil's sake," Zuiko reiterated. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe." It was a passionate argument that was only ruined by it being patently false.

"So you are willing to have sex in front of Cybil to let her know you are the dominant woman in this household?"

"If that's what it takes," Zuiko trembled; both fearful and fearfully aroused, "for Cybil's sake."

That hypocrisy nearly choked the enjoyment out of the act with Hotness for me. "I think we are both warmed up," I changed the subject, "let's start our workouts."

"Oh!" Zuiko groaned and flopped down on the mat, staring at the ceiling.

"Come on now," I teased her -- no pain, no gain, "Think about the rub down you will be getting once we are finished."

"Hmmm," Hotness' groan became a sensual moan, "I could use a rubdown. Fine, I'll get dressed and finish this routine but I expect results when this is over." She did manage to right herself and get dressed.

Her exercise was agony for her and I could hardly say I had much sympathy for her plight. Zuiko spent the last twenty minutes of my workout trying to slack off but I kept her honest by suggesting she coast on the bike machine. Our cool down technique did nothing to quench her inner fire. I still had a few more buttons to push.

"We don't have a broad, flat, cushioned space for a rubdown," I pointed out. "We could forego the massage right now, or we can use the pool house, my bedroom, or your suite." Of course, she was giving every signal that she wanted to get the rubdown and more, plus she was afraid of using the room next to her daughter's room in case we vocalized loudly.

"Let's go to my room," Hotness whispered for no good reason I could fathom. I nodded, went to the door and let her lead the way. If Zuiko thought she was getting away with something, she was sorely mistaken. The house had two maids (upstairs and downstairs), a cook, and two groundskeepers during the daylight hours (6 am to 9 pm).

The rest of the La Roche family did nothing for themselves and treated the 'servants' as if they were invisible unless a family member wanted them for something. As far as I had been let in by Maria, everyone knew what everyone else was doing all the time; keeping track of the La Roche's was child's play in comparison.

The race up the stairs was hilarious in its attempt to be covert. I caught sight to Dulce sneaking a peek out of my room as we circled the second story landing on the way to the third floor. There as another bedroom passed mine. Cybil's room would have given a better view but Scout was still sleeping in on this Saturday morning. There was even a fourth bedroom past Scout's.

Zuiko stumbled into her own room, giggling continuously. I stopped long enough to shut the door. She half-turned to me with a look of giddy elation on her face as she peeled the yoga suit off her sweaty body. I stripped faster and closed the distance so I could get behind her.

"Hey?" she gasped as I put my left hand on her shoulder and my right on her hip, maneuvering toward the bed ahead of me. "What are you doing?" she sounded curious and a little worried.

Once bedside, I gently pushed her forward.

"Oh," she snickered. She propped one knee up on the bed and let her body topple until she had to catch herself on her palms. First I slipped on a condom then I applied with my hands a steady pressure to each ass cheek, coaxing her to walk on her hands and knees to the center of the bed.

I was right behind her, wedging Hotness's legs apart and petting her kitty from clit to pericardium.

"Oh -- that feels so nasty," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me." I started running two fingers in her cunt, two over her clit and a thumb tapping her anus. She wiggled her ass playfully in return.

"What was you first husband like?" I figured this would be the best time to have her loose enough for me to learn anything about her. I shouldn't have worried.

"Oh -- ummm -- my first husband was fifty-six when we were married," Zuiko confessed. "He tried to be vigorous but he was never creative and his heart was not well." I thought that was code for premature ejaculation.

"I hope he gave you more of the attention you deserve," I flattered her. I didn't feel too bad about it as I really did want to give her the attention she deserved aka screw her to the mattress.

"No," Hotness nearly wept, "I swear I've tried everything but after those two times on our honeymoon he is simply too tired. We have had sex only once in three years." I positioned my rod at the entrance to her womb and gently pushed in. "Oh God," she sang out with pleasure.

"Do you like this dick?" I taunted. "Do you want to get fucked with it? Do you want to own this dick?"

"Yes," she responded then she added stronger and stronger, "Yes! Yes!"

"Are you going to want this tomorrow -- and Monday too?" I questioned.

"Oh God yes," she panted. "I want us to be closer -- much closer."

"So you don't want the Sheriff's department to drag me away?" I pressed her. "You don't want to put me in prison?"

"No, you can stay," she yelped as I plumbed her depths to the utmost. My cock was being grappled by her cervix once more and it was squeezing me to death with revenge as a motive.

"I don't want you to ever go," Hotness gutturally moaned. At this moment I could be celebrating my possession of the Super-cock but the situation was really more complex than that. Zuiko was a thirty-seven year old housewife who had sex less than two dozen times her entire existance. She was feeling pretty cheated by life and was grasping at any illusion that would let her have some level of sexual fulfillment.

I was really beginning to up the tempo of my thrusts I into her. Zuiko hissed and grunted, eventually dropping to her elbows and finally just laying down with her ass stuck up in the air. I released her hips right then and began pinching and pulling her tender vibrant clitoris.

"Oh, oh baby," she squealed, "I can't keep going on. It's too much."

Before I could answer she bunched up the bed's comforter and bit down before she caterwauled her sexual release. For my part, I was relentless; hammering away time and time again until she erupted once more. She twisted her head around to look at me. She couldn't create any words but the tears in her eyes spoke volumes.

I slowed then stopped my pace allowing Zuiko to finally take a deep breathe. She languidly spread out on the bed with me on top of her. My cock still made one inch cyclic intrusions into her cunt. This was enough to keep her fluids flowing and moods simmering at the edge of lust.

"Good?" I whispered.

"Ummm; yes," she purred. "I'm glad we've become so close." Close...I'd banged her -- twice now but that hardly made us close, I thought. My hips rose up until my cockhead was poised upon her labia. Zuiko waggled her hips around so that her lips played across the tip of my rod. Her hands reached out for mine and hand in hand, snuggled them underneath her breasts.

Hotness' nipples played over my knuckles as we squeezed our hands between the comforter and her chest. Her legs bend at the knees and her heels start touching and stroking my thighs.

"Are you ready to make love some more...for the first half of this day?" I questioned her.

"Oh," she gave a heavenly pout, "do you have plans with someone else for today?"

"We gather at the pool at ten o'clock," I relayed. "Then after lunch I'm helping Donato replace some of the pipes in Greenhouse #3."

"Why would you want to do that?" Hotness hiccupped as I slipped her vagina a sudden few inches of cock. "I," she panted, "I mean that's what we pay them for."

"Donato has a wedding he would like to attend so I'm helping him finish early," I explained.

"Oh -- oh," Zuiko exhaled, "I would like to hold my stepson. You are so wonderful but all of your thrusting has left me sore."

"Well, I should give you a solid pounding real quick," I warned her. I picked up on my game, plucking at her nipples next to the sheets and biting her shoulder and neck. When she tilted her head aside I gave her an aggressive French kiss.

Hotness began making deeper and deeper grunting noises as I kept to my word and delved deep into her. Her ass cheeks quivered with each impact and her whole body began to shiver. When she gave out a loud whimper I gave out a throaty, primal growl and shot my semen into the condom. I also bit down on Hotness' shoulder, marking her with my teeth.

Zuiko squealed again and she followed me down the expressway to sexual climax. She screamed into the sheets and vibrated her posterior against my mostly solid shaft. With the last twitch of my penis, I rolled off Zuiko and lay on my back next to her. She was gulping for air with her eyelids flickering so I took a rather fatigued moment to pull off my condom and tied it off yet again.