Step-Mommy
By Felix &
Jennifer
Copyright 2011 by Felix & Jennifer, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
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Chapter 1
My Mother died when I was little, and I really don't
remember that much about her. Growing up it was just me and Dad, and so
there
really wasn't much need for modesty. Usually after dinner I'd take a
shower and
then spend the rest of the night, and most of the next morning until
school,
walking around in an old t-shirt and a pair of tighty-whities, and Dad
usually
did the same, except that he wore boxers.
Around the time I turned eleven, Dad took a promotion at work,
and he wasn't around that much anymore. This was around the time that I
first
started playing with myself, and it was great. I had the entire house
to myself
most of the time, and I was able to jack-off whenever I felt like it. I
got
really used to the privacy.
Then Dad started dating Donna. She was in her late thirties
and she wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't great looking either. I did
not like
her, and I didn't like her being around all the time.
When I was thirteen, they told me they were getting married.
I called Donna a cunt and told her to go fuck herself and stay out of
my life.
Me and Dad had a long talk that night, and I agreed to treat Donna
better, but
I think she always hated me after that. She moved in the next weekend.
Her first night living with us we all ate dinner together.
After dinner Dad looked at his watch and turned to me and said, "It's
already a quarter to eight. You should probably jump in the shower now
and get
ready for bed so you can spend the rest of the night watching TV with
us."
"I think I should wait to get ready for bed
tonight."
"Nonsense," Dad said. "Hurry up and go take
your shower right now. If you're quick you won't miss anything."
"But I don't have any pants to wear to bed. I'd have to
be in my underwear, and Donna's here."
Dad and Donna both laughed. He said to me, "Don't be
silly boy, she's living here now, she's going to see you in her
underwear. She
won't mind, will you honey?".
"Of course not," said Donna. "Now why don't
you go take your shower and then join us for some TV."
After my shower I walked out in just a t-shirt and my
underwear. I was nervous as all hell and felt humiliated. Donna was the
only
girl or woman who ever saw me in my underwear for as long as I could
remember.
As I walked to the couch, trying to cover myself, she said, "Oh don't
be
so shy. It's no worse than if you were wearing a bathing suit. Come
over here
and sit down."
But it was worse. My bathing suit was baggy, but my briefs
were tight, and hugged my waist, and she could see a small bulge in my
crotch.
Then there was the fear that if I turned the wrong way everything might
just
fall out. I sat down on the couch between the two of them, and I could
swear
Donna kept looking at my crotch all night and smiling. I was so
uncomfortable I
went to bed early.
After that night I tried to keep Donna seeing me in my
underwear to a minimum. I got dressed as soon as I woke up, and I
retreated to
my room every night after my shower and threw the blankets over me.
The worst part about having her living with us though was
that she was always around. There was never a good time to play with
myself.
She didn't work, so she was always just hanging around the house. I
tried
masturbating in the shower, but every time I got started Donna would
knock on
the door and say that I was taking too long and she needed to wash her
hair or
use the toilet.
I didn't want to masturbate in bed, because there isn't a
lock on my door, and the walls are really thin, but after a few weeks
of not
getting off I got desperate, so one night I put the covers and slid my
underwear down. My cock was already hard before I even touched it.
As soon as I started to jack off though the door swung open
and Donna walked in to collect my dirty laundry. She looked at me and
said,
"Oh good, you're still up," and turned on my light.
"I was hoping we could talk a little bit about me
living here now," she said as she sat down on my bed, just inches from
my
lap. There I was, desperately trying to hide the raging hard-on I had
underneath
the covers as she went on and on about our new living situation. We
talked for
over an hour, my underwear around my ankles the entire time, and by the
time we
were finished I was soft and exhausted. I fell asleep without ever
masturbating
that night. It almost seemed like she was trying to stop me from
playing with
myself.
Chapter 2
That December Dad had a work emergency and had to leave town
for the entire month, and so I was stuck with just Donna over Christmas
break.
I was hoping I'd at least get some alone time over Christmas break to
play with
myself, but the first week Donna never left the house, except to take
me out.
Even worse, with Dad gone she had nothing to do but hang around me all
day
long. I never had a free moment to myself to so much as touch it.
Then one morning I woke up and looked out my window, and her
car wasn't in the drive. Still in my underwear and t-shirt, I ventured
out my
door and started walking through the house to make sure she was really
gone. I
walked through every room, and shouted her name a couple of times, just
to be
sure.
Once I was positive I was alone, I walked to the family and
started flipping through the channels on the TV. It was still early,
and I was
hoping to find an exercise show that I could jack off to. As I was
sitting
there, going through the channels, I noticed a tape sitting by the VCR,
and the
label said 'XXX Anal Destruction'.
I figured that Dad accidentally left the tape out, but he
would have had to of done that before he went out of town, and I hadn't
noticed
it before that day. I didn't spend too long thinking about where the
tape came
from though. I put the tape in the VCR and started watching.
I'd never seen a porno before. I wasn't even allowed to
watch PG-13 rated movies, and I hadn't seen a naked breast since my
mother used
to feed me. Now I was watching some hot porn star strip naked and get a
cock
pounded into her ass. I was memorized. My dick got super hard super
fast, but I
didn't even bother playing with myself yet. I just wanted to watch what
was
happening.
Then I heard Donna scream, "What the hell are you
doing!".
She must have come in while I was watching the movie.
"Oh my God," I yelled. "I swear I didn't know what it was, I
just popped it in and pressed play."
"Where did you even get that from?"
"It must be Dad's. It's not mine."
"Yeah right," said Donna. "Your father
doesn't have filthy tapes like that. He's not some sort of pervert like
you."
"I swear it's not mine," I said.
Looking down out my crotch Donna said, "My God!. Were
you masturbating?"
I forgot how hard I was. There was a huge tent in my
underwear, and she was starring right at it. I grabbed a pillow off the
couch
and tried to hide it. "I swear, I really wasn't. I didn't mean to...
please don't tell my dad."
I was crying now. I was completely humiliated by all of
this.
"I have to tell your dad about this. He needs to know
if this is the sort of thing you're doing when we're not home."
"I swear I've never done this before," I said.
"And I'll never do this again, just please don't tell Dad on me,
please."
She looked at me crying, and said, "I guess I could
keep what happened here today from your father, but you still need to
be
punished. Would it be okay if I punished you for this, and then we
could keep
this a secret from your Dad?".
"Okay," I said, still whimpering. "Dad
usually takes away my TV and doesn't let me go out when I do something
wrong."
"You've barely gone out all week," Donna said,
"and there's nothing on TV right now because of Christmas. That won't
do.
How about you have to do everything I tell you to do around the house
for the
next week, until your father comes back."
"Okay," I said. I wasn't crying anymore. It didn't
sound so bad, and Donna was starting to seem really nice.
"But you have to do everything I tell you to do, when I
tell you to do it. No slacking off, and no lip or back talk. The moment
I don't
think you're taking this punishment seriously, I'm going straight to
your
father."
"That's okay," I said. "What do you want me
to do first?"
"Well I was just about to scrub the kitchen
floor," Donna said. "Why don't you fill up the mop bucket, and
there's a sponge under the sink. I'll be there in a minute to make sure
you're
doing it right."
I was soft now, so I put the couch cushion down and starting
walking towards my bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Donna asked.
"To go get dressed so I can start on the floor."
"Don't do that," Donna said. "You're just
going to get your clothes dirty. You can get dressed after you finish
cleaning."
"But I'd really rather get dressed now."
"I told you no back talk. You march into that kitchen
right now and start scrubbing those floors, or I'm calling your father
right
now."
So I went to the kitchen and filled the mop bucket and
started scrubbing the floor. After a few minutes Donna came in, and sat
down on
the chair. She just sat there and watched me in my underwear the whole
time. I
was so nervous and scared that she might catch a glimpse of my penis as
I
scrubbed. I tried my best to stay covered.
After I was finished Donna told me to go wash all of the
windows. I begged her to let me get dressed first, but she told me that
no one
was up this early, and no one would care anyways. So there I was, in my
underwear, standing in front of the windows for all the neighbors to
see. There
really wasn't anybody out that early, but after a while I did see a
girl from
my school walking her dog. As soon as I noticed her I moved away from
the
window, but I could see her smiling. I think she saw me.
After the windows were done Donna told me to go get dressed,
and that there wasn't anything else I needed to do today, so I could
relax.
"But tomorrow morning I expect you to do some more chores," she said.
"And don't bother getting dressed until you're finished."
Chapter 3
The next morning I woke up and headed into the kitchen.
After having Donna watch me in my underwear for almost an hour the day
before,
being seen by her in my underwear didn't seem so bad anymore. Donna
also had
the window open today, and it was kind of chilly, so there really
wasn't a
bulge to speak of.
"You did a horrible job on this floor yesterday,"
Donna said.
"I'm sorry."
"That isn't good enough. You need to redo it, and you
need to actually scrub hard this time."
I filled my bucket and got my sponge and started scrubbing
the floor again. Donna yelled, "Scrub harder," and kicked me in the
behind. I slipped and fell into the puddle of water. It soaked the
front of my
t-shirt and my underwear.
My wet underwear was nearly transparent, and very quickly I
put the sponge over my crotch. Shivering I said, "I need to go change
now."
"You're not doing anything until you finish young man.
Now get down on your knees and scrub my fucking floor, or I'll tell
your father
everything."
I got back down on my knees, freezing cold, and tried my
best not to face Donna. I was pretty sure she could see my penis
through my
underwear if she looked right at it."
After I was finished I stood up and put my hands over my
crotch, and said, "Can I please go get dressed now?".
"No, you still have more chores to do."
"But I'm so cold, I'm going to get sick."
"You're probably right," Donna said. "Wait
right here."
She left, and a few seconds later came back with a towel.
She threw it at me and said, "Here, dry yourself off."
I started to dry myself. "It's not working, I'm still
cold. My clothes are too wet."
Donna said, "Lift up your arms."
"I'd rather-"
"Lift up your fucking arms!"
I did what she said, no longer able to hide much crotch. She
lifted the t-shirt up over my head and said, "Start drying your chest
now."
I started wiping my chest with the towel, and she walked
behind me as I dried myself. Suddenly I felt her fingertips go into the
waistband of my underwear, and she yanked them down. Quickly I dropped
the
towel down to cover my penis. But she was behind me, and looking right
at my
naked butt. She was the first girl to ever see me like this.
"Come on now step out of them," Donna said.
I just stood there, in shock. I was now naked in front of
her except for the towel I was holding over my dick.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day. You still have a lot
of work to do."
I stepped out of my underwear, and turned around to face
her.
"Give me that back," she said, tugging at the
towel. "You're dry enough."
"I'd rather keep it."
"Why, so you can jack off into it? That's one of my
good towels, I don't want you cumming on it."
"Please let me keep the towel," I said. "I'll
go right to my room and put on another pair of underwear and then I'll
give it
back."
"So you can dirty more clothes so I'll have to do even
more laundry you spoiled little brat," Donna said.
"Please, I'll do all my own laundry from now on. Please
just let me keep the towel."
"No," Donna yelled, pulling the towel from my
hands. Now I was standing there, my penis in full view. Very quickly I
put my
hands over my crotch.
Donna turned away and said, "Go vacuum the living room.
And don't be putting on more underwear either. I was serious about not
doing
any extra laundry."
I ran naked into the living room and started vacuuming.
Vacuuming naked wasn't that bad. Donna stayed in the kitchen, so I was
all
alone. I thought the worst of it was over, and then I heard her scream,
"Get your ass in here right now."
I walked back into the kitchen naked, trying my best to keep
my hands over my crotch.
Donna was sitting in her chair. She said, "Look at this
floor."
I looked down. It looked fine. "I don't see
anything."
"Get on your hands and knees and look at this fucking
floor, right now."
I got down on my hands and knees, trying my best to keep my
penis covered. Donna said, "Do you see all that dirt on the floor that
you
missed."
"No, it looks clean to me. I swear it looks clean to
me."
"Well it's not," Donna yelled. She shoved the
bottom of her foot in my face, "Look at my foot, look how dirty it is
from
walking on this floor."
"Maybe it's from something else, like what you walked
on yesterday."
"I took a shower this morning," Donna said.
"I know how to clean myself. This is from walking on the kitchen floor
you
were supposed to clean. That's it, I'm just going to call your father
and be
done with this."
"No please don't," I begged. "I swear I did
my best. I'll clean the floor again. Just please don't call Dad."
"I guess we don't have to call your father. But you
need to clean this floor again tomorrow. And right now you need to
clean my
feet."
I started to get up and Donna said, "Where are you
going, you need to clean my feet before you do anything else."
"I was going to go get a rag and some soap."
Donna looked at me and said, "Before you do anything
else, you need to clean my feet," and she put her right foot up to my
face.
"How can I do that without a rag?"
"Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours."
I thought she was joking, so I started to get up again, and
she said, "Boy, if you try to get up one more time before my feet are
clean, I swear to fucking God I'll call your father."
I got back down on my knees, and she put her foot up to my
face. Kneeling naked on the kitchen floor, I started to lick the dirt
off of
her right foot. She made me lick every inch of her foot, and suck on
each of
her toes, and then she made me do the same for her left foot.
As I was licking her feet, my dick got hard, and when I was
done she looked down at my hard-on and said, "Well aren't you the
little
pervert. You got turned on from licking my feet."
Donna giggled at that, then said, "Okay, go clean the
windows then you can be done for the day."
"I can't clean the windows like this."
Donna looked at me and said, "You're right. You're
young enough that the neighbors won't care if they see your shriveled
up little
wiener through the windows, but if they say that raging hard-on someone
might
get upset. You got five minutes to make it go away."
I had to sit there on the floor, butt naked, while she
stared at my hard-on and I stared at her bare feet. After five minutes
I was
still rock hard. Donna said, "Okay times up."
"It's not going away."
"Well then you're going to need to make it go
away."
"But I can't."
Donna got up and through a rag at me. She said, "I'm
sure you can figure out some way to make it go soft in the next five
minutes.
Like what you were doing the other day maybe."
Donna sat back down in the chair. I started to get up, and
Donna said, "And where are you going?"
"To the bathroom, to go do what you said."
"I didn't say to go to the bathroom. You play with
yourself right there, or don't. But you damn well better be soft in
five
minutes, or I'm calling your father."
So I sat back down and started to stroke myself. Donna just
sat there and watched, smiling all the time. She lifted her foot up and
I saw
the bottom again, and started cumming right into the towel. When I was
finished
she grabbed it from me and said, "Now go wash the windows."
I was really nervous about someone seeing me as I washed the
windows, but no one came around. When I was finishing up Donna came
into the
room and lightly smacked my bare ass. She said, "I've been thinking
about
the laundry, and I'm tired of doing so much. From now on I want you to
go to
bed like you are right now after your shower, and do your chores like
this too,
at least until your father gets home. It's not like you have anything
left that
I haven't seen yet."
Chapter 4
That night Donna was waiting for me as I came out of the
shower, so that she could make sure that I went to my bedroom
completely naked.
When I woke up the next morning I went back to the kitchen, still
completely
nude, and found Donna sitting on the chair in her nightgown drinking
her
coffee. She hadn't gotten dressed yet.
"I'm going to need you to scrub the floor again
today."
"But I've done that the last two days," I said.
"The floor's really clean now."
"Don't argue with me," Donna said. "Now I
want to see you on your knees scrubbing that floor."
I filled up my bucket and started scrubbing the floors. I
wasn't making any effort to hide my dick anymore. After what Donna saw
yesterday, I really didn't see the point.
"Get your little wiener hard again for me," Donna
said. "I want to see it bobbing up and down while you clean."
"I can't," I said. "It's too cold in
here."
"Play with it for a little bit."
I tried touching myself, but my hands were wet, and that
just made it shrivel up more. "I can't get hard," I said. "There's
really nothing I can do."
"Oh fine," Donna said, and went back to drinking
her coffee. But once I turned my back to her, I felt her foot caressing
my ass.
"What are you doing," I asked.
"I'm getting it hard," Donna said. "You just
concentrate on scrubbing that floor."
Suddenly I felt her start to put her big toe into my
butthole. "Please don't do that."
"If you would've gotten yourself hard, I wouldn't have
to do this. You just concentrate on scrubbing that floor."
She slightly dipped her big toe into my asshole, and then
pulled it out and wiggled it around the outside a few times. I didn't
want her
to put anything in my ass, I'm not gay, but I really liked what she was
doing.
After less than a minute of this I was hard as a rock.
"That's better," Donna said.
When I
was done she threw the rag at me, and told me to jack-off again. I did
what she
told me to do, and went back to cleaning the floor.
After a while I had to piss really bad, and started to get
up.
"Where are you going now?" Donna asked.
"I need to pee."
"Then hold it until you're finished."
"I can't," I said. "I need to go really
bad."
"For christsakes."
Donna stood up and got a plastic cup and threw it at me.
"Pee in that. And I swear, if you get one drop on this kitchen floor
I'm
going to make you lick it up."
Donna sat there watching me for a few seconds, and then
said, "Well, hurry up already. I want this floor finished sometime
today."
"I can't pee with you watching me," I said.
"I need privacy."
"Then if you can hold it, finish cleaning the
floor."
I got back on my knees and started scrubbing the floor, but
every time I moved I felt the pain in my bladder, and it got to the
point where
I was struggling to hold it in. Finally I stood up and said, "I can't
hold
it anymore."
I turned around to pee in my cup, and Donna said, "If
you want to pee, you face me while you do it, or you can go back to
finishing
the floor."
I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I turned around, and
put the tip of my penis up to the cut, and let the piss go out as Donna
watched
me peeing into the cup.
When I was finished I tried to hand the cup to Donna, but
she said, "I don't want that."
"What am I supposed to do with it?" I asked.
"Just put it on the floor until you're done, and then
you can flush it down the toilet."
I put the glass of pee on the floor and continued scrubbing
the floor while Donna watched.
After I finished Donna said, "Go take a shower. I guess you're done for
today, but you're going to
need to
clean this floor again tomorrow. I'm having some friends over in the
morning. But don't think
that
means you don't have to do your chores, or that you're allowed to wear
clothes
in the morning."
(The End)