I can't believe what I discovered on my step-mother Havana's phone. She has been texting some guy—who isn't my dad—a number of nude photos from her phone. I can understand why another guy might want to fuck Havana because she is incredibly attractive, but I won't stand by and watch that happen. Havana begs me not to tell my dad when I confront her in the kitchen, even bringing her phone to prove to her that I genuinely know everything. I promise her that I will, but only if I get to fuck her. She only consents to keep her marriage to my father intact. She gets down on one knee and begins to suck me off in the kitchen—that is, until my father shows up. I mumble to her that it's not over yet, and it wasn't; later, when my dad is gone, I see her in her room. I gave her step-son, not any other male, the thrashing of her pussy that she has been craving.