Cristiano Ronaldo kissed his wife at the door like a man who thought he still owned the house.  
“Be good while I’m gone, amor. Take care of the kids.” His hand squeezed Georgina’s ass in that familiar, possessive way. “Especially Jr. He’s 18 now—almost a man.”  
Georgina smiled sweetly, the perfect Stepford wife. “Of course, baby. We’ll be fine.”  
The second the door shut and the black SUV pulled away, the air in the mansion changed.  
Jr had been watching from the top of the stairs the whole time. Tall, lean, that same jawline as his father but softer, younger, hungrier. His crush on Georgina wasn’t new. It had been rotting inside him for two years—every time she walked past in those tiny silk robes, every time she bent over to pick something up and her ass swallowed the fabric, every time she called him “sweetheart” in that low, accented voice.  
Tonight the house was empty except for them.  
He didn’t even make it to his room properly. Door half-open, lights low, phone tossed on the bed. He shoved his sweats down, thick cock springing free—already rock-hard, nine thick inches, heavy, veined, the fat head shiny with precum. Bigger than his father’s. He’d seen it once by accident in the locker room after a game. Ronaldo was big. Jr was bigger. Longer. Thicker. Meaner.  
He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking, slow and filthy, hips rolling.  
“Fuck… Georgina…” he groaned under his breath. “That tight little body… bet that pussy’s so wet for a real cock…”  
He didn’t hear the soft footsteps.  
Georgina had come upstairs to grab her phone charger. She paused outside his door when she heard the low, desperate grunts. The door was cracked. She should’ve kept walking. Should’ve been the responsible stepmom.  
Instead she peeked.  
And her world tilted.  
There he was—her stepson—legs spread, shirt rucked up, hand flying up and down the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen in real life. It was obscene. Heavy. The kind of dick that made your throat tighten just looking at it. Way bigger than Ronaldo’s. Fatter at the base. A prominent vein running along the underside that she suddenly wanted to trace with her tongue.  
Her pussy clenched so hard she had to bite her lip to stop the whimper.  
Oh my God.  
An internal switch flipped. Heat flooded between her legs so fast her knees almost buckled. She could feel herself getting slick, nipples tightening against the thin silk of her robe. The taboo hit her like a drug—stepson… Ronaldo’s son… and he’s so much bigger…  
She pushed the door open.  
Jr froze mid-stroke, eyes wide, cock still throbbing in his fist, a fat bead of precum dripping down the head.  
“Georgina—fuck—I—” He tried to cover himself, but there was no hiding that monster.  
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The click of the lock was loud in the quiet house.  
Her voice came out husky, already ruined. “Don’t stop.”  
Jr’s hand stayed wrapped around his cock, but he wasn’t stroking. Just holding. Staring at her like she was a fever dream.  
Georgina let the robe slip off one shoulder, then the other. It pooled at her feet. She was naked underneath—perky tits, tiny waist, that famous round ass, smooth shaved pussy already glistening.  
She walked to the edge of the bed, eyes locked on his dick.  
“Jesus Christ, Jr…” She reached out and wrapped her manicured fingers around the base. Her hand didn’t even close all the way. “It’s so much bigger than your father’s. So fucking thick. Look at this fat head…” She gave it a slow stroke and watched another bead of precum well up. “You’ve been walking around with this monster while I’ve been fucking that smaller one? That’s not fair, baby.”  
Jr groaned, hips twitching. “Georgina… we can’t—”  
“Shhh.” She climbed onto the bed between his legs, robe forgotten on the floor. “Ronaldo’s on a plane. He’s gone for weeks. And I just caught my 18-year-old stepson jerking off to me.” She leaned down and dragged her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, slow and filthy. “So we’re doing this.”  
She took the head into her mouth and moaned around it—loud, shameless. The stretch made her jaw ache in the best way. She bobbed deeper, gagging a little when it hit the back of her throat, spit dripping down his shaft.  
Jr’s head fell back. “Fuuuuck… Georgina… your mouth—”  
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Call me what you want when you’re inside me. But right now?” She crawled up his body, straddling him, and rubbed her soaked pussy along the length of his dick. “You’re going to fuck your stepmom like you’ve always wanted to.”  
She reached down, lined him up, and sank down.  
The stretch was brutal. Perfect. She moaned loud and broken as inch after thick inch speared into her. “Oh my—God—it’s so big—fuck—fuck—fuck—”  
Jr grabbed her hips, eyes wild. “You’re so tight… holy shit, you’re squeezing me—”  
Georgina bottomed out with a choked cry, ass flush against his thighs, completely impaled. She stayed there for a second, shaking, getting used to being split open wider than she’d ever been.  
Then she started riding.  
Slow at first. Then faster. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Her tits bounced. She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips like she was trying to ruin herself on him.  
“Talk to me,” she panted. “Tell me how much better your cock is.”  
Jr thrust up hard, making her scream. “Bigger than Dad’s. Fatter. You’re stretched so fucking wide around me—fuck, look at that pussy taking it—”  
“Yes! Yes—oh God—harder—fuck your stepmom harder—”  
She leaned down, tits in his face, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth while pounding up into her. The angle made her see stars. Every thrust punched a loud, desperate moan out of her.  
“Ah—ah—ah—fuck—Jr—your cock—feels—so good—!”  
She came first.  
It hit her like a truck. Her whole body seized. She threw her head back and screamed—loud, raw, echoing off the walls of the mansion.  
“OH FUCK—JR—I’M CUMMING—I’M CUMMING ON YOUR HUGE FUCKING COCK—AHHHHH YES YES YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP—”  
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing, creaming all over him. Juices ran down his balls. She kept riding through it, shaking, sobbing with pleasure.  
Jr flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked.  
Deep. Brutal. The headboard slammed against the wall. Georgina’s moans turned into one long, broken wail.  
“Take it—take your stepson’s big cock—fuck—look at you creaming all over me—”  
“Harder—please—ruin me—make me forget your dad’s cock ever existed—!”  
He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She came again, even louder, legs shaking violently.  
“JR—JR—I’M GONNA—AHHHHHHHH FUCK I’M CUMMING AGAIN—OH MY GOD YOUR COCK—YOUR COCK—”  
He didn’t last much longer after that.  
“Gonna cum—fuck—where do you want it—”  
“Inside—inside me—fill your stepmom up—cum in this cheating pussy—!”  
Jr buried himself to the hilt and unloaded with a guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her, so much it leaked out around his cock while he was still throbbing. Georgina moaned at the feeling, another tiny orgasm fluttering through her.  
They stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, ruined.  
Georgina finally opened her eyes, looked at him, and smiled—slow, wicked, satisfied.  
“Ronaldo’s going to be gone a long time,” she whispered, clenching around his still-hard cock. “And this…” She rolled her hips once, making them both groan. “This is mine now.”  
Jr grinned, still buried inside her, cum leaking out of her stretched hole.  
“Round two in the shower?” he asked.  
Georgina laughed, low and filthy, and pulled him down for a messy kiss.  
“Baby… we’re not leaving this room until I’ve drained these big balls at least three more times.”

Geo and Jr pt2