WHERE IS THE BRIDE?

STEPHANIE POV:

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder, oo, I fucking love you, Logan", I could hear the sound of my mom's voice through the slightly open door as Logan, my stepfather to be, was pondering his huge cock into my mom’s pussy from behind.

My mom was bent over the counter with her wedding dress all bunched up around her waist. They were backed against my directions, which makes me unnoticeable to them while I watch them from behind.

As I peered through the door, watching them, I got so horny that I couldn't help but touch myself. I reached up with one hand and groped my round left boobs through my white, handless dress, then tweaked my already hard nipples with my two fingers.

I was sent here by the makeup artist to call my mom for her makeover in preparation for her wedding, but here I am, shamelessly watching my mom having sex with my stepfather through a small opening between the door-frame of the dressing room.

My mom and stepdad were supposed to be getting married in just a few hours, but here they were, in the changing room, fucking. They believed that no one was watching, but I was, and I was entangled in the captivating sight before me, even though I hated it. I hated the fact that my mother was about to get married again, after ending an abusive relationship with my father.

"Go deeper, Logan…please!", my mom screamed out in a demanding tone, and I could see Logan's muscular ass- cheek clenched as he penetrated deeper into my mother's cunt, plunging in deep, that I couldn't help but find the sight fantasizing.

The sound of Logan and my mom, grunting and moaning in pleasure, in rhyme with the sound of Logan's public region slapping against my mom's ass made me horny as hell. I was feeling real hot between my legs, and I craved so badly for Logan's cock inside me. I'm a virgin, and I had no idea I would be confronted by such temptations like this, even when I want to keep myself for my future husband.

"Fuck", I moan silently as I slide my other hand into my panties to rub my throbbing clit. I was so fuckin wet and turned on by the sight in front of me.

Logan's strong, broad hands expertly held my mom's wedding dress up, keeping it out of the way as he pummeled into her hard, to the extent that I could hear the sound of mom's sloppy, wet cunt as his cock slammed into her.

“Fuck me like a bitch Logan!” My mother screamed out in pleasure. I've never seen this crazy side of her and she didn't even care if anyone could be watching or could hear them from afar.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, so wrong in many ways, but I couldn't help but crave the same touch and pleasure my mother was receiving right now from my stepdad.

"Fuck", I heard Logan grunt as he released inside my mom while my mom moaned in delight as her cunt clamped around his rigid cock to suck him all in.

"Where is the bride?” The familiar female voice asked, and I could hear her footsteps drawing closer. It was Clarissa, the woman in charge of preparing my mom for the wedding. Both Logan and my mom seemed startled and alarmed by her voice that they quickly scrambled to put on their clothes.

My mom rushed to pull up her panties, then drew and smoothed down her long, fitted wedding gown while Logan pulled up his black long pant up to his waist and buckled it. I tried hard to stretch my neck forth to see my stepdad naked cock, which makes my mom feel like she's on a pleasurable cloud, but unfortunately I couldn't even catch a glimpse of his cock before he zipped up his flyer.

A sigh escaped my lips as I swiftly withdrew my hands from my dress and panties before I left the doorway, padding quietly down the hallway till I found a dimly-lit corner and hide myself in there before Clarissa could get to the dressing room.

I positioned myself discreetly behind the corner where I wouldn't be spotted and be able to observe clearly as she walked into the dressing room from my vantage point.

"Miss Clara and..." Clarissa's voice trailed off, she must have detected the strong erotic scent lingering in the air.

"Clarissa," my mom stammered, sounding embarrassed.

“Ahlen elm…” Clarissa audibly cleared her throat, feeling nervous as she was clearly aware of what had transpired in the room even without them telling her.

"I will leave you two to it”. I heard Logan's low, deep, baritone, voice said.

His voice sent a cold, tingling shiver down my spine and made the hair in my skin stand up urgently.

Suddenly, I heard the distinct sound of the door locking and my step-dad’s footsteps resonating in the hallway as he exited the room. I quickly retreated into the dark corners of the room when I saw him walking out of the room, hoping he wouldn't notice me.

However, he must have heard the clacking sound of my heels on the floor which seemed to have caught his attention and caused him to halt abruptly.

"Who's there?" Logan asked, but I remained silent and didn’t respond. I could hear my own breath, and then I heard the measured sound of his footsteps approaching. I sensed he was heading toward my hiding spot.

I pressed my back against the wall behind me, clamping my mouth to stifle myself from breathing and silencing myself from making any suspicious sound. My only option was to remain completely still and make him realize no one is here, as that was just the only way out.

My breathing grew heavy as my heart raced. There was no way I could escape this, I knew will find me. He will know I was watching them fuck. God, I'm so dead. He is going to find me as there was no other way to escape. He might kill me or worse, reveal to my mom that he had caught me hiding behind the corner after watching them have sex.

Fuck, I just realized I made a big mistake and it made fear to course through me.

My heart felt very heavy with regret. I should have escaped that instant Clarissa stepped into the room or pretend I was with her. She’s my age so she would definitely understand and cover-up for me if she was the one who had caught me – and not my parent.