STEP SECRETARY (Billionaire Bareback Taboo Steamy Romance) by Nikki Wild Page B

returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.
     
    Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…
     
    And there I was…
     
    It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…
     
    The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.
     
    He followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.
     
    They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.
     
    “Is it recording?” my mother asked, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.
     
    “Yes…”
     
    “What do we do now?”
     
    “You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”
     
    I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.
     
    “I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.
     
    Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…
     
    “Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”
     
    “Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.
     
    “Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….
     
    Ooooh….  It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.
     
    “That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”
     
    I kept touching myself, my finger plunging ever so slightly into my tight virgin tunnel, a gasp escaping my pouting mouth. The sounds that filled the room only heightened the experience. I could hear Mick on the video stroking his huge cock, the noise punctuated by a loud groan.
     
    “Does this turn you on?” I whispered, the words echoing around me as I played my part.
     
    “Yes… It turns me on…”
     
    “Oh Devlin…” I cried out, breaking script as I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my mind exploding in pleasure with every little touch.
     
    “Fuck me… Fuck