Seventeen-year-old Emma sat on the edge of her bed, like most teenagers, her gaze fixed on her phone screen as she scrolled through yet another round of social media updates.
Her friend’s posts were filled with smiles, laughter, and captions that spoke of love and affection. It was a world she had never quite been a part of.
Most girls her age had experienced the highs and lows of teenage romance, while she remained an outsider, overlooked by boys who seemed to gravitate towards the more conventionally attractive.
Emma’s life had its own unique challenges. Her father had walked out on her and her mother seven years ago, leaving a void that had yet to be filled. She and her mother, Mardeith, had grown closer through those tough times, relying on each other for support.
But Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to face more challenges with her mother’s new introduction. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and Emma sat in the living room, Mardeith revealed something that left Emma stunned.
“Emma,” her mother began, “I’d like you to meet someone.”
Her voice was tinged with an unfamiliar nervousness as a man in his forties stepped into their home. Emma’s surprise was evident; she had no inkling that her mother was seeing anyone.
The man, Paul, had been a well-kept secret, hidden from Emma’s knowledge for the past two years.
Initial interactions between Emma and Paul were marked by unease. Emma couldn’t fathom why her mother had concealed such a significant relationship from her.
She harbored resentment towards this intruder in their lives. But as days turned into weeks, Emma began to notice a change in her mother. Mardeith was happier, more fulfilled, and somehow, Paul seemed to be the cause of it all.
Emma was quietly relieved that her mother had found someone who could help her move on from her father.
Although it had been years since her father’s departure, Mardeith had never quite managed to fully heal from the emotional wounds he left behind. Emma could see the change in her mother’s demeanor, the way her eyes sparkled with a newfound hope, and she knew that it was the salve her mother had long needed. In her own way, Emma was glad that her mother was finally finding the strength to put the past behind her and embrace the happiness she deserved.
Slowly, Emma and Paul began to find common ground, forming a unique connection of their own. Emma realized that Paul was not the enemy she had initially believed him to be and she couldn’t help but appreciate the man who had brought this newfound happiness into their lives, offering the promise of a family she had yearned for.
Over time, Emma’s relationship with Paul began to evolve. They still had their differences, but their shared love and concern for Mardeith became the bridge that connected their worlds.
Emma had never been one to care for romance, but as she observed the little things about Paul that endeared him to her mother, like the way he would surprise Mardeith with her favorite flowers or take her out for impromptu picnics in the park, she couldn’t help but yearn to feel that happiness and love for herself, hoping that someday when the time was right, ‘her Paul’ would come into her life.
As the weeks turned into months, Emma found herself confiding in Paul, sharing her own struggles with self-esteem and the pressure to conform to societal standards of beauty. He listened attentively and shared his own stories of overcoming adversity. Slowly, Emma began to see him not just as a presence in her mother’s life but as a mentor and father figure.
Mardeith saw the change in her daughter and partner’s interactions and realized that her decision to bring Paul into their lives had not only enriched her own existence but had also brought healing and growth to her relationship with Emma.
It was then Emma’s eighteenth birthday and as the sun rose to mark the beginning of her adulthood, she chose to stay in her bedroom, contemplating the passage of time.
She had realized that she missed out on her teenage years, and now she was officially an adult, an adult without a boyfriend to love her the way Paul loved her mother or even friends to celebrate this milestone with. Her only friend had been Stacey, but this birthday, Stacey couldn’t celebrate with her as she was spending the day with her boyfriend.
Since Stacey had entered a relationship, the two friends had grown distant, their once inseparable bond now stretched thin by the demands of Stacey’s new romantic connection. Emma couldn’t help but feel the isolation more acutely on this particular day, where the absence of friends and romantic experiences weighed heavily on her heart.
As Emma sat in her room, lost in her thoughts and feeling a deep sense of solitude, there was a gentle knock on her bedroom door.
Paul, who had sensed her despondency, had come in to try and cheer her up. He entered with a warm smile and an attentive ear, understanding that Emma needed someone to talk to. He asked her if she had found the birthday gift that her mother had left for her before she went to work, hoping it might bring a spark of joy to her day. Emma’s eyes met his, and perhaps she was mistaken, but for the first time, she felt the genuine care he had for her, just like the love he had shown her mother, and it gave her a glimmer of hope on this otherwise lonely birthday.
With a quick move, she grabbed his hand, pulled him down and planted a kiss on his lips. Just as quick as their lips met, the kiss ended in the same speed. Emma pulled away, gasping, feeling guilty about kissing her mother’s boyfriend. But at the same time, she couldn’t help herself, and she hoped he wouldn’t mind.
“Emma?” he said, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” he replied with a smile.
“I just… I don’t know what came over me,” she continued.
Paul sat down beside her. “I wanted you to.”
Emma smiled, relieved that he didn’t mind and she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss lingered longer than the first and Emma could feel his tongue slip into her mouth, searching for hers. She felt his hands slide around her waist and pull her close to him.
Soon their hands began to explore each other’s bodies. She could feel his cock growing hard against her thigh, and she rubbed it gently through his pants.
Paul moaned softly and Emma felt a surge of excitement run through her body. His hands slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts, massaging them through her bra.
She pushed her chest towards him, feeling his fingers brush across her nipples. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts.
He took one in his hand and squeezed it gently, feeling her hard nipple against his palm. After removing her shirt, he kissed her neck, biting gently, causing her to shiver in delight.
He kissed her shoulder, slowly working his way down to her breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy.
“Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned, arching her back slightly, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
He sucked on her nipple harder and pinched it between his teeth, causing Emma to cry out. She could feel her juices begin to flow from her pussy.
“First time getting your tits sucked?” he mumbled with her breast still in his mouth.
Emma nodded her head in reply, not trusting her voice. She looked down and saw his cock straining against his pants, wanting out. She reached down and unzipped his pants, releasing his hard cock.
It sprang up and she grabbed it, stroking it, feeling it grow even harder in her hand. He released her breast from his mouth lifting her head to meet his gaze.
“I’m guessing you’ve never sucked dick before,” he joked.
“No, but I’ve watched a lot of porn, so,” she chuckled nervously.
“Well then, let’s put into practice what you’ve learned,” he said, guiding her onto her knees.
She opened her mouth wide, waiting for his cock to enter her mouth.
He placed the tip of his cock against her lips and she opened her mouth wider, taking him inside. Slowly, he slid his cock further in, letting her get used to its size.
She gagged slightly, but soon adjusted to the size. He began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, making sure to hit her throat with every thrust.
Emma tried to keep up with his pace, but she gagged several times more. Her eyes began to water and she started to cough, trying to get air into her lungs.
Paul stopped pumping his cock, allowing her to catch her breath. Then when she gave the all clear, he slapped his cock against her cheek, “Take my cock, you little slut,” he ordered. “You’re doing great.”
She eagerly took his cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, sucking him off. He grabbed her hair, pulling her closer to him, forcing her to take more of his cock.
She choked again, but she kept going, determined to please him. She felt his balls slap against her chin as he fucked her mouth.
She felt his cock throb and pulse, and shortly after he shot his salty seed deep in the back of her throat which she greedily swallowed.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, “You did well, slut,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck.
She smiled at him, proud of herself.
“That was amazing,” she said throwing herself on the bed.
“Wait till I fuck you tonight,” he teased.
She rolled over, looking at him, “What do you mean? But my mom will be home.”
“And I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he replied walking out of her room.
