When I was 26, I got married to an American man twice my age. I lived with him and his four kids from three previous marriages for about a year before we got divorced.

By the fifth month of our marriage, which technically would still have been our honeymoon period, he started to have issues in the bedroom. I didn’t know if it was psychological or physical. Our sex life at that point had become practically nonexistent. I knew when we got married that for an older man like him sooner or later he would slow down but not to a grinding halt and not in such an abrupt manner.

During the dry spell I was constantly horny. I tried dildos and vibrators but they were just not the same as the real thing. I’m a very attractive Asian woman, and I deserve some cock! I often screamed to myself during that time. Later on, I learned that he was cheating on me with other women.

About the ninth month of our marriage, I started to view his oldest son in a different light. He was 19 year old, a pure white, budding, virile white man. About 6 feet 2, and muscular. At first it felt very, very wrong, to even have those thoughts fleeting through my mind, but I couldn’t help myself. It got even worse when I saw him masturbating to WMAF porn on his computer. He didn’t see me but I walked past his room and spied on him for a moment. He had a massive penis, bigger than his dad’s. And the fact that he has a thing for Asian women made me start imagining depraved things. I got so horny after seeing it that I ran into my bedroom, locked the door and started fucking myself with my dildo.

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One day, when I was about to go to the bathroom, I saw him taking one of my dirty panties out of the laundry basket and sniffing them. I didn’t say anything and just slipped away quietly so he didn’t see me. A part of me was disgusted, another part of me was appalled, and a third part of me was intrigued.

So I kept an eye on our laundry. I noticed the pattern: my panties would disappear from the laundry basket after I took them off to go to bed and would be back in the basket the next morning. So he always took the last pair of panties that I wore. And in several instances, they came back caked with a layer of dried cum. This turned me on immensely and I started masturbating in my panties every day before taking them off, so my virile, white step son would get more benefit from them.

I was feeling ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t help myself. I had enormous sexual libido. Ever since after high school, I had blossomed into a very beautiful Asian girl. I know all the men lusted after me. I felt I deserved this happiness. And to be honest, he and I are of similar age. If we had met in school, he would be a freshman undergrad while I would be a last year grad student, but the fact that I was married to his dad made everything seemed so wrong, so sinful, and yet so lustful. Every night before I went to bed, I fantasized about my virile white stepson. I would do anything to feel his huge white cock inside me. I even started walking past his room naked from the shower, in the vain hope that he could catch glimpses of my naked body. I needed him. I just didn’t know what to do. I was so desperate for his huge white penis.

After two months of sexual tension building up in the house, I decided to end the charade. One day, after my ex-husband had gone on a business trip, my step son and I were on our own. I took my evening shower, put on an oversized T-shirt that was about mid-thigh length, revealing my bare legs and feet. This time I didn’t put my panties in the laundry basket. Instead, I rolled them and folded them into a small ball, held them in my fist and I went and knocked on his bedroom door.

I slowly pushed his door open, walked in, paused his TV, which was connected to his laptop, and said to him, in a very calm manner: I think you have something to tell me. He looked puzzled but also worried. I told him don’t worry, I’m not angry with you but you are regularly doing something that involves me. He started to get red on the face so I think he realized what I was talking about. I said: again, I’m not mad or anything. As your step mom, I love you and I will do anything for you … Then I opened my hand and held out the panties I had taken off. Here, this will save you going into the laundry basket. He said I’m sorry I won’t do it again. I said it’s okay, you don’t need to be sorry. I don’t mind. Being accustomed to American culture by now, I had learned how to interact with white American men and had taken the cultural cues to be honest and open. So I asked him: now, do you want to be honest and tell me about it? He said it started because he was curious when he saw my panties in the laundry basket and he couldn’t resist looking at them and sniffing them. Only sniffing them? I asked him, because some of them had dried cum on them. He said when he watched porn he would masturbate with my panties.

I said okay I know you’ve been taking my panties soon after I put them in the laundry. And that he kept the latest pair I’ve taken off. I didn’t want him to ruin the panties he took from me yesterday because it was a very expensive pair. Blushing, he reached from under his bed and handed me back the panties I wore yesterday. I said, okay, are you still curious about my pussy? Or do you want to just pretend that we have never spoke and you can keep taking my panties from the laundry but know that I’m okay with it. He said, yes I’m curious.

So I got on his bed, lifted up my T-shirt, spread my legs wide apart, revealing my naked pussy underneath and told him he could look, feel, sniff, taste or whatever else if he wanted. He had my full permission. That was what he did for about fifteen minutes. Then I said we both need to get some sleep. We can continue this another time. He said yes that’d be amazing.

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My reasoning at the time was, and this may sound naive, that as his step mom I should give him the proper sex education. It’s very important for white boys to know how to properly release their sexual energy.

After that evening, he seemed to have had much higher sexual energy. He was watching porn and masturbating furiously. I spied on him and I thought I should give him space before intruding or interfering with his behavior.

And my giving him permission, for better or for worse, have emboldened him. He would stop me in the middle of the living room, as I was doing chores around the house, and ask me, in front of other relatives, friends or even strangers, to take off my panties. And later he would hand them back to me by throwing them in my face. And invariably the panties I received back were always stained with his cum. I felt it might have gotten out of hand. Showing him my pussy and letting him play with it, instead of calming him, was what escalated it.

One evening, after I had taken my evening shower and was ready to go to bed, he barged into my room, half naked, with a raging hard on, and told me that he needed me in his room. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my torso, and tiptoed, like a cat, to his room. As soon as I entered, I was suffocated with the smell. It was a mix of stale cum, sweat, and male testosterone, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a tingle in my pussy. On his TV screen was an Asian woman being gang banged by a group of white men. He told me to sit on his bed with my legs spread. I was still wet and I didn’t want to get water on his sheet, so instead he told me to sit on the floor as he continued to watch porn. His big white penis was only a few inches away from my face, and he was stroking it. My panties were wrapped around his proud shaft. As soon as he came, he used my panties to cover the tip of his penis, and then shoved it into my mouth.

Another time I woke up to him rubbing his cock in my asscrack in the middle of the night. I told him this was not acceptable but then the next evening I woke up with it on my face. I tried to deny that I was liking it. Eventually whenever he was horny he just barged into my bedroom and tried to mount me, seeing if he could get his cock into my pussy.

For a while I would only let him rub his dick on my pussy but not put it in, but after another week of struggle in futility I caved in and just let him fuck me, but that he could only cum on me, not in me.

It had gotten to the point that he would literally grab me and push me into his room, interrupting whatever I was doing, and stick it inside me however he wanted and fucked me until he cummed inside me. When he was done he would just pull out and push me out of his room and leave me sitting on the floor with his cum leaking out of my pussy. It made me feel like a dog, but it was also super satisfying to me.

A year after my marriage, I decided, since my husband was no longer interested in me, as I was his fourth trophy wife and he has thousands of options anyway, I filed for divorce and moved in with his son. We lived together for three months, it was the happiest three months of my life, and afterward he found a new girlfriend and dumped me. I found another job in a different city, a new boyfriend and moved out. Ever since I’ve been turned into a complete Asian cum dump for white men.