Dad's Girlfriend

“You can’t do this to me! I AM YOUR MOTHER!”

You could only scoff in amusement and disgust, looking at the woman who claimed to have a share in my father’s inheritance. You looked into her eyes and you did not see one bit of the woman she claimed herself to be.

“You can read dad’s will a hundred times with your eyes closed and you still won’t find your name in it… Bora…” You uttered back, letting the woman know she was not on your level or your father’s to scold you.

She tries to think of a way to fire back, some loud and wild remark that would serve as her comeback punchline. Yet you could see from the table, your late father’s desk, the despair and the depravity of her situation.

“You can’t, Junior! You can’t make me-… I can’t go back to the brothel! You’re father-“

“Yes, he bought you…” You completed her sentence.

You get up from your father’s seat and slowly make your way towards her. You lock your eyes against hers, seeing the frail and illiterate brothel girl your father nearly took for a bride.

You were an only child, raised by caretakers while your dad ran the business. You were used to seeing your old man with different women by his side, no doubt trying to find the girl that would fill in the gap that your mother left when she passed away giving birth to you. They came from all shapes and sizes, yet only one stayed until you reached adulthood.

She was Kim Bora, a courtesan in one of the city’s brothels. For a short while, the town was stunned when your old man chose her over the well known beauties of her days like Bae Suzy or Lee Jieun. Instead, the lesser known Bora took your father’s attention.

While the other women were poised and posh, Bora’s open-mindedness and often wild energy was what lured your father into her. She was always keen to please, her body was a masterpiece for the arts of love and sin. Her face, though not often considered the most daunting and most beautiful, was one that knew how to mask poise and grace and knew how to be a woman in bed.

There was no doubt she gave your father his happiest days. She was the only one who spent more than 2 years in the same bed with him, a very large and total contrast to the other ‘Aunties’ you’ve had to address who were barely there for nearly three months.

Talks of marriage were already echoing throughout town. You were about to address this woman as your new mother in a few months time, that is until your father’s sudden and untimely death. He fell off his horse while training for his next polo tournament, leaving you with a business empire and a mistress who believed she was a queen.

The walls around her are crashing now. Everyone within and beyond the mansion walls knew Bora was nothing more than a trained slut who had the luxury and backing of a wealthy mogul. She relied everything on him and the lack of affection and her past neglections of you were now catching up as you closed your distance with her and stood by her back.

“I know exactly what you are, Bora…” You uttered right behind her ear, your hands already her waist like clamps as you pulled her flush against you.

“What are you doing?” She tries to act tough, yet you could feel the trembling of her body giving in to your touch, her ass shaking when your clothed bulge made contact with her bum on her dress.

“Claiming what’s mine…” You muttered, your hands tracing up her stomach now.

“If you don’t want out of here… Then I suggest you listen to the man who owns the very roof you live in…” You added, palms nearing up her breasts now.

“The brothel is cruel, the streets a lot worse, if you want to stay, I suggest you listen to what I say and when I say it,” you whispered, your breath hot against the shell of her ear.

You felt her shiver, a violent tremor that started in her shoulders and rolled down to her heels. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned back into you, her spine curving like a bow, instinctively seeking the support of the only person left in the world who could keep her fed.

“What must I do?” She inquired, yet she had an idea already in the back of her mind.

“You already know…”

“Ohhhh!!!”

The gasp that left her took the air out of her lungs when your hands reached up and you grabbed a full hold of her tits! You crush and fondle the older woman’s mounds. They were something that you’ve wanted to touch since she came into your household.

Her breasts were like relief, soft, firm and heavy, your palms crushing them like you’ve wanted to claim something for a high price. As you squeezed, a high, thin moan escaped the woman’s throat—a sound that wasn’t a protest, but a surrender. It was a wet, needy noise that vibrated through her chest and into your fingers, signaling that the facade of the “noble mistress” had finally cracked.

“Oh God… Oh…”

“That’s it, Bora… Feel me… Feel how fucking hard I am…” You uttered.

The bulge in your pants was straining now, your cock begging in whatever language it spoke to be released from the fabric. You obliged, your one hand reaching down to unzip your pants, your dynamite of a cock springing free and slapping against the small of her back.

She let out a sharp, jagged breath, the sound of it echoing in the silence of the office. She didn’t move to leave; she didn’t even try to push your hands away from her chest. Instead, she arched her back further, her head lolling back against your shoulder as she felt the heat of you through the thin silk of her dress.

“Bend over…”

“Wh-What?” You heard her utter back, the hesitation in her voice clear as day.

“I won’t ask again…”

The words were a low growl against her neck. With second thoughts, she does as she’s told, her hands holding on to the wooden desk as she arches her backside, her ass presenting itself to you like an offering. The mahogany surface of your father’s desk groaned under her weight, a stark contrast to the silence of the room. You didn’t waste a second. You reached down to grip the hem of her dress, and lifted it up in one violent pull until exposing her pale, trembling thighs and the lace of her underwear.

“Fucking slut…” You couldn’t help but utter.

I mean, who wouldn’t? Especially when you were looking at the backside of a woman you were about to call your mom. Step-mom or not, Kim Bora was a whore through and through. Her bum was covered in nothing but a thin lacy black thong, the kind that spelled sexy and expensive.

Only a wealthy and competent woman or inherited wealth could grant one access to such things. But Kim Bora was wearing it like she had stolen it, no doubt bought out of your father’s wallet.

“Pull down those panties… Now…” You commanded.

With trembling fingers, the woman reached back, the lace of the thong snapping against her skin as she slid the fabric down her thighs. She didn’t look back; instead her gaze found you and herself in a nearby mirror that leaned against the wall, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a sudden, perverse excitement.

You looked down meanwhile, your eyes laser focused on the sight of your would-be mother’s bare womanhood. She was shaved and trimmed, her folds already dripping from a mixture of fear and arousal.

You took your time, your hand fondling her bare ass now, her lower mounds soft and smooth under your touch. You give her ass a good fondle before surprising her with a hard slap.

“Ah!”

The sound echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous office, a red blooming handprint filling her pale cheek. She let out a strangled cry, her fingers digging into the mahogany desk so hard her knuckles turned white. She tried to fight it, trying to make the pain feel tolerable.

But when the next slap came, and the third, and the fourth, then the fifth, the cry in her throat shifted. The sharp, startled gasps turned into guttural whimpering. You could see her in the mirror, her eyes fluttering shut, her breath coming in ragged bursts that fogged the polished surface of the desk.

The handprints on her backside were overlapping now, a map of your ownership written in heat and friction. She was no queen anymore; she never was, just a body reacting to a command, a piece of property reverting to its state of submission.

“Oh god… Oh-Ohhhh… G-God… F-Fuck… N-No wait… Ohhhhh!!!”

After a couple more smacks, you surprised the girl with a powerful thrust of your cock that buried itself deep into her drenched heat. You make the woman scream, her voice filling out the entire room in one guttural moan that sounded more like a sob than a plea. You filled her up in one go, your dick breaching areas of her clit that she never knew she had, the kind of places where her last lover and all other past lovers never reached before.

Your tip breached the entrance to her womb, the hole in your cock already aiming for her stomach should you ever decide to leave a permanent mark. Bora’s fingers scrambled across the mahogany, knocking over a heavy crystal ashtray that shattered on the floor with a violent crash.

She didn’t even flinch at the noise; she was too busy gripping the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, her chest heaving as she tried to find air in the vacuum of your presence. The friction was electric, a raw and punishing heat that made her let out a series of rhythmic, desperate whimpers.

“So tight… Such a good slut…”

“Oh god… Ah… Ah-Ahhh…”

With a fistful of her hair, you start moving, your hips slamming back and forth on her backside in slow yet punishing thrusts. You let your crotch slam back against her bum like a wooden paddle smacking a drum, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the office.