Domination by cmsix

Chapter 1

My Dad was a high-school hero in football, and really in most sports. My mother was a beauty, a cheerleader, but on the brainy side too. They were together from eighth grade on, no doubt infatuated at first and growing into true lovers as they went along. I'd never have known if my Grandmother hadn't told me.

My mother died shortly after my birth, from complications associated with it. Her death devastated my Dad. Apparently he didn't feel like living either for a while. He made it though, with a little help from his friends, as they sometimes say. My Grandmother didn't tell me about that. My Grandfather gave me those details.

Little Jeff Jenkins came into being in the middle of a mess, and it wasn't his fault. It wasn't my fault at all. That fact didn't mean that I missed out on some of the blame.

My Dad, Bill Jenkins, will probably always blame me for my mother's death. Not overtly though. He's always tried to be a good father, but from the time I was old enough to notice, he'd been an "arm's length" father.

He must have felt he was doing the right things all around, for us all, when he married one of his very young employees within six months of my mother's death. I would need a Mom, and the sooner the better. He needed a wife, the prettier the better. The girl, my step mom, wanted a rich husband, and she'd had Dad in her sights all along.

It wasn't as if Dad just picked someone at random after my mother died. He'd been fucking Karen on the sly since she was sixteen, and I'm sure it was her idea in the first place. He was a lawyer, like his father, and she'd started working at their offices over a summer break. They were married only days after her eighteenth birthday.

Yes, you could say our little family was dysfunction, at least a little. Not on the surface though. Dad tried to be a good father, but just couldn't hack it. I'm sure Karen wanted to be a good mother, or at least she'd seemed to until I was about eight. But nobody had ended up with what they really wanted.

No doubt Dad had thought he was in high cotton back when he and my mother decided to finally start a family. I'd seen plenty of pictures of her and even though she was nearly thirty-two at that time, she was still gorgeous.

Dad was, finally knocking up his dream girl and also hiding the weenie with the dreamboat of a highschooler at work too. But my mother's death, shortly after my delivery, threw a wet blanket on the whole thing, for Dad, and for me. It wasn't even the dream break that Karen had thought it was.

So where were we now? We were just through with my fourteenth birthday and involved in a strange situation. Dad had a beautiful young wife, younger than he was anyway. I had a beautiful young Mom. We had a large wonderful home and there was plenty of money. There was that dysfunctional thing, but it couldn't be that bad, could it?

For me it wasn't. In the gene lottery, I'd come up a winner, big time. I hadn't known the difference at first, but even I'd caught on by the time I was twelve.

It was already apparent that I was going to be a big man, and if I wasn't already, I soon would be handsome. Dad had leveled out at six one, but my Grandmother told me that I'd be taller. At fourteen I was already five ten.

So what was my problem? The big strong handsome son of a rich lawyer, a big fish in a small pond, shouldn't have any problems - but I had one. I wanted some pussy by now and I hadn't had any yet. Even that wasn't really a problem, because girls my age, and even a few that were a little older, really liked me. It didn't matter, I was saving myself for my stepmother, and I had a plan

Karen wasn't saving herself. Being young and horny had snagged her a rich husband and though she wasn't still so young, she was still horny. She didn't prowl the streets for dick or anything like that, but she had a regular dose that slipped around to see her.

Dad didn't do much for her at this late date, and I'm not exactly sure why. I knew they still bumped fuzz some, because even in this big house, Karen could let you know she was getting the wood put to her. Good God that girl could moan.

It wasn't enough for Karen though, she had hot pussy. That's how she came to be living with us in the first place. Karen liked a good fucking. I don't know why or how long ago Dad had quit doing enough of it to suit her, but I can remember seeing Tom Johnson dropping by every week or two since around the time I turned eleven.

Tom was twenty-two the first time I saw him. That was the night Dad invited him out for dinner with us. He'd been doing a summer job thing at Dad's office before he went back to college. Tom wanted to be a lawyer too. I guess he also wanted to fuck a lawyer's wife, and Karen was letting him.

I don't know if she'd had other guys on the side before Tom. I was sure he was the only extra relief she was getting now. I spent a lot of time around the house and I'm a sneaky little bastard if I do say so myself.

Neither Tom nor Karen knew that their fun together while Dad was away was about to come to an end. I knew though, because Dad had given me a digital camera for my recent birthday.

Karen brought it on herself, in more ways than one. She was beautiful and she was smart, but she didn't bother using her brain much. She had what she wanted. A big house, a nice car, a rich husband, and she didn't even have to get all swollen out of shape to have a son, so to speak.

By this late date she was even accepted in the gossipy high society of our small town life. Always out at the country club and her regular pew at the First Baptist Church - she was even invited into the upper crust bridge club with the other * we're just better than all the rest * rich wives. She still made time for Tom though.

Dad was oblivious, or else he just didn't care, but I doubt that was the case. Who knows, he might be laying the pipe to that latest sixteen-year-old cutie that had her first summer job down at his office. It was her or someone like her if he was getting any more than the two or three rounds he gave Karen every month.

Today was the day too, the day for the showdown. Tom would be out here soon and he and Mom would get to see how much I'd already learned about photography.

I only had two prints with me but they'd be plenty. One showed Tom lying back on Mom's bed while she tried to inhale his dick. The other showed him fucking her dog style, with her big titties swinging as she twisted her neck back to try and kiss him. Neither of them had a stitch on in either shot.

I felt an enormous rush as I went to open the front door when Tom rang the bell. I guess it was the feeling of power getting to me. I knew damned well I had the world by the tail, or at least I was the big cheese in this situation.

"Hello, Tom, come on in. Mom's waiting for us in the dining room," I said, surprising him.

I'm sure he expected Mom to answer the door, but she wouldn't be answering his ring ever again. I'd had just a few words with her about an hour ago. Nothing specific yet, but I'm sure she already knew that the shit was about to hit the fan.

Tom was taken aback, slightly, but I could almost see him try to gather his wits as he passed by me and headed for the dining room. Good, I'd picked it because it wasn't what you'd call a homey room. It was for formal, or nearly formal occasions and its atmosphere was a little chilly, if you get my drift.

"Have a seat, Tom," I said, as I entered to see him talking to Mom. She was seated and had been waiting for about an hour. You might say she looked a little nervous.

I opened a drawer in the lower part of the china cabinet and retrieved the two prints. Tom was just sitting down in a chair near Mom when I lay them on the table.

"Did you know I got a digital camera for my birthday, Tom?" I asked.

He went deathly pale for a few seconds and then tried to attack his way out of it.

"You little bastard, I'm going to ring your neck," he said, starting to rise, I laughed at him.

"In case you haven't noticed, Tom, I've done some growing in the last couple of years while you've been slipping out here to hide the weenie with Karen. I'm bigger than you now and I can probably stomp your ass.

"I won't though, come on over here and take your best shot. The police can get out here quickly if they need to. If you touch me, the closest you'll ever come to a career in the law will be as a jail house lawyer, trying to help the other inmates get out, hoping their gratitude will keep them from fucking you senseless after the lights go out. How do you like getting it up the ass?"

I didn't have any more idea of what would happen than Tom did, but I wasn't in his position either. He was way off in the wrong and he was caught out. I had proof and I'm sure his imagination of the damage would scare him a lot more than I could. I didn't want to mess around with him though.

Tom was whipped already, and I wasn't going to waste my time beating a dead horse.

"Here's what's going to happen, Tom. You're going to leave our home and you're never coming back. You're also going to do your best to leave town and never come back. Believe me, you have no future in this part of the state."

Staring him down was easy and it must have still been the rush of power I'd gotten from having him by the cold nuts. He tried to stare back but he couldn't hold eye contact. He was beaten and he knew it.

"That's all, Tom. Haul your ass. Don't ever let me see you again, anywhere," I said, and he left. He couldn't get out of the house fast enough.

Poor Karen, I knew she wanted to go somewhere too, anywhere else, probably. She couldn't though; she lived here.

"What about me. What are you going to tell your father about me?" she said, sounding frightened and no doubt she was.

"What am I going to tell my father? Why would I tell him anything?" I asked, and watched her look up in confusion.

"If he wants to know something he can stick around here a little and find out for himself. I didn't take the pictures for my father's benefit. I'm not the brave dutiful son defending hearth, home, and my father's honor. He can take care of his own honor as far as I'm concerned. I hope he can make it feel more welcome than he ever made me feel," I said, trying not to sound too bitter, but sure I wasn't doing a good job of it.

"Then what was this all about?" she asked, and I could tell she was really curious.

"It's about you squandering a family asset," I said.

It confused her. Oh, not the words, she wasn't stupid, she knew what the words meant; she just couldn't make the leap to what I meant.

"Huh?"

"You've been giving away pussy that's already bought and paid for. I've never had any pussy and here you are giving it to a stranger. That's just wasteful."

"Jeff, be serious. I'm your mother," she said, looking almost shocked.

"No you're not. My mother is dead. You're my stepmother and I'm not letting you turn into an evil one. Stand up."

She did, and I walked over to her. Karen was not petite. She wasn't fat or anything; she was just a tall woman, about five eight. She had long wavy black hair and brilliant blue eyes. I looked directly into them.

"You're a beautiful sexy woman, Karen. I'm a horny teenaged boy. We both already know you haven't been getting as much as you want and I know I damned sure haven't been either. I'm going to fix that for both of us," I said, letting my eyes sweep down over her generous breasts and on down her body, then back up.

"I just can't, Jeff, that would be too weird. I might not be your real mother but I raised you and it's just too weird," she said.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Karen. Where will you go, when Dad throws you out?" I asked.

Her eyes went wide then, as if she hadn't thought about what would happen in detail. Maybe she'd been spending that hour dreading and ugly scene. I could tell the stark reality was hitting home right about now.

"Face it, Karen. You don't want that to happen. You'll get over the weirdness. Now come on up to my room and you can get started on my lessons," I said.

"Lessons?"

"Yes, lessons. You need to teach that young boy you were just bragging about raising how to really give a girl a good fucking. I'm eager to learn," I said.

I took her hand and led her out of the dining room and then upstairs to my bedroom. When we got there I kicked off my loafers and lay in the middle of my bed, propping up on a couple of pillows.

"I think you should start out with a strip tease. I've heard a lot about them and I want to see what they're like," I said.

The End