Step Mom is Stuck in the Couch and Fucked – Nikki Brooks
Title: Stuck in Ecstasy: A Stepmom’s Taboo Tale
The plush, crimson couch was her nemesis. For months, it had taunted her, poking and prodding at her most intimate places as she struggled to extricate herself from its cushiony clutches. But today, as Nikki slammed the front door and stomped into the living room, it would finally be her downfall.
The day had started off innocently enough. She’d woken up, a splitting headache pounding in her temples, and dragged herself out of bed like a zombie. Her husband, Tom, insisted she come over for dinner that night, and she couldn’t exactly refuse. It had only been a few weeks since she’d married him, and she was still trying to keep up appearances. Little did he know, Nikki had not-so-secret ulterior motives.
As she stepped inside, THE couch beckoned her. At first, she tried to ignore it, occupy herself with other distractions around the opulent house. She meandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, perused the shelves. Nothing of interest, just the usual, boring fare. Leftovers, lukewarm sodas, condiments gathering moss in the back.
Nikki let out an exasperated sigh, her luscious curls bouncing with the movement. She turned on her heel, trekking back into the living room with determined strides. The plush monster stared at her, daring her to come closer. She could almost hear it taunting her, “Come hither, sweet thing. Let me devour you with my soft, plump arms. I’ll ravish your body in ways you’ve only read about in dirty books.”
She tried to resist its allure, but it was too much. Her fingers tingled with anticipation as she reached out, caressing the leather. “Nah, fuck it,” she whispered, releasing a giggle that mixed with the hum of the AC. In one swift movement, she plopped down onto the couch, letting it envelop her in its cushy embrace.
And then it happened. She’d taken a leap of faith, committing to the inevitable plunge into the abyss of cushions. The second her ass hit the seat, the clamps engaged, crushing her against the leather alloy. She couldn’t move, not even an inch. She wriggled, squirmed, cursed under her breath, but it was useless. The couch had her right where it wanted her.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes widenin
