I just had an orgasm inside of a woman.  My god it was fantastic.  My beautiful
bitchy stepmom, well she acts like a stepmom, but my dad hasn't married her yet,
she let me do it.  That's not right, she had to do it.  She would not have done
it, in fact she would have continued to tease me and taunt me to make me suffer,
if it weren't for her nature backfiring on her.

She probably targeted my dad and seduced him in the first place.  She can do
that really well.  Her sweet face belies a self-centered bitch that thinks the
world is her playground, and us, her playthings.  Well, I'm gonna show her a New
World order.  That's right, the world according to me . . .

"Well this is a nice change, all of us sitting around the table having dinner
together."  My dad said proudly.  "Honey, you out did yourself with this meal."
-Yeah, like meatloaf, French fries, and salad is such a big deal.- "Son, this is
the most like a family I've felt since your mother was healthy." -Okay dad,
you're not leading up to a discussion about marriage are you?-

"Yeah, Terry is pretty good at cooking, when she puts her mind to it."  I said.

"Thank you boys."  Terry responded.

"Things are great at work.  Things are great at home.  It makes a fella want to
tie up loose ends."  Dad said happily.  Terry looked at me to see if I had a
wrench I intended to shove in the spokes.  "I think we should talk about all of
us committing to being a family, a real family." - I think there is something
you should know first, dear old dad.-

"I'm starting to not feel very well.  May I be excused?"  I asked.

"Sure son, we'll all talk about this again later."  Dad said.

Terry watched me intently as I left the table.  I was too unpredictable in her
world for her comfort.  When she got my dad contentedly checking the paper and
watching TV, she came up to my room to talk to me. 

There she did it again.  "Don't you ever come into this room without knocking
and getting permission to enter, ever again.  Do you get it?"  I scolded
angrily.  It took her down a peg.

"I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."  Terry said.

"It had better not."  I added.

"Thank you for not telling your dad about this afternoon."  She said trying to
be sweet.

"Sure, whatever."  I said coolly.

She turned to leave.  "Hey, what's with the sweatshirt and the baggy pants
anyway?"  I challenged.

"Ah, er, I just wanted to be presentable for dinner."  She replied.

"Stop it.  Go back to the way you usually dress." I said.

"What? Are you planning on telling me how to dress now?"  She asked obstinately.

"Exactly.  Things are going to be a little different around here.  That is, if
you want to stay around here."  I threatened.

She still didn't know how to take me.  Heck, I was treading on virgin territory
myself.  So she turned in a huff to leave and shut the door firmly behind her.

That night I stayed awake dreaming of how to get back at my soon to be stepmom
and make it so she could never dominate me again.  "Damn," I thought in an angry
rush, "I wish I had that magazine collection back right now.  That bitch is
gonna pay."

The next morning, Terry sent my dad off to work with hugs and kisses.  She moved
around the kitchen in bare feet and a frumpy thick terrycloth robe.  "What's
with the bulky robe?  I thought I told you to dress like you used to do." I
reminded her.

"Can I get you something for breakfast?"  She asked trying to change the
subject.

"Go take that robe off and put the silk number on."  I said trying to be firm
and cool.

She looked at me carefully to determine if it was worth a confrontation or not,
and backed down, not wanting to lose the war over a lousy bathrobe.  When she
came back into the kitchen I was eating cereal sitting in the one spot where I
could view most of the room.  She saw that I was taken care of, so she was
thinking about leaving.

"Where are you going?  There is a kitchen to clean up."  I said dictatorially.

"Aren't you about ready to leave for school?  You'd better watch the time."  She
said patiently awaiting her time alone.

"I'm still not feeling well from last night.  I'm staying home from school
today."  I said.  Terry's face turned to a look of horror.  "In fact today,
you're gonna help me with a project.  We are going to rebuild my magazine
collection."

"What? I'm not going to allow that filthy smut in this house."  She said
forgetting her current pecking order in the household.

"Oh, you will, and you'll be paying for them.  It will teach you not to destroy
other people's property.  Now put on that dress from yesterday."  I ordered.

"Where do you think . . .?"  She started to say with fists on hips until she
looked into my eyes and realized that a tirade right now would go nowhere but
south.  She turned with a huff, stomping her foot, it was cute really, and
stormed out of the kitchen.

I waited in the living room watching daytime tripe on TV.  Then in she walked
wearing the short stretchy sundress.  The brief moment I had seen it on her was
long enough to remember how you could tell what she was like underneath. 

"So what's with the underthings?  That isn't like you."  I commented.

"I have to wear something under this.  You can tell if I am wearing them or
not."  She protested.

"It didn't stop you before when you went out to hook Gomer for your pleasure.
Take them off before we go."  I directed.

"Please, do you really want to be seen with your mother in public dressed that
way?"  She said.

"You're not my mother.  You'll never be my mother.  You're not my stepmother
really.  The bra goes for sure, but I'll let you go with panties, if you find
ones that are briefer than those.  Now try again."  I said sending her away to
change.

She came back blushing, holding her hands together in front of her pubic mound,
looking down embarrassed.  Embarrassed mind you, the consummate pricktease
embarrassed by her breasts showing a little under her short dress.

"That's better.  Lose those flat shoes and we'll be off."  I said getting up.

"Barefoot?"  She asked uncharacteristically dense.

"Barefoot, heels, you pick."  I said with a note of smart ass disbelief.  This
was going to be fun.

The dress was not made for driving.  It started off well up her thighs and she
tried on more than one occasion to pull it down.  It was a treat to watch that
sweet ass struggling to rise enough to pull the hem down in back.  Terry tried
to drive with her arms in the line of site of my eyes glaring at her breasts,
but her attended body was mine to ogle for the most part on the trip to
downtown.  We parked and headed for the elevator of the parking garage.  The
click of Terry's heels echoed around the cement structure saying "look here"
then "don't look here" as she picked up the pace.

We found a news shop and I directed her to go in and buy one of every magazine
on the racks in the "adults only" section while I looked at Sports Illustrated
in another aisle.  "Oh, and I want you to flip through each one before taking it
to make sure there are nude women in them.  I only want the ones with nude
women.  Now go."  I ordered.

She had to pass through a spring loaded swinging sign warning all that entered
the area needed to be adults.  It had the effect of creating a corral for those
that wanted to view the good stuff.  She was surrounded by horny men, or men
intending to be horny with a little fuel for the minds.  She quickly picked up a
couple of issues and held them against her chest, but looking over at me she
realized that she would now have to flip through them first.  She looked
embarrassed and aghast at some of the pictorials depicting unimaginable pairings
and circumstances between people.  She soon had a heavy stack in her arms and it
was now more difficult to view the magazine before adding it to the stack.

Suddenly she lurched up and dropped the collection on the floor in front and
around her.  A phantom hand from one of the men crowding around her had traced
up and down her butt crack startling her.  She didn't know which one, so she
could do nothing more than squat down and restack her selections.  When she got
to the check out, the collection went into five magazine bags.  I held the door
open for her and she said, "Here."

"Don't give them to me, unless you want to get arrested.  I'm not old enough to
receive them from you.  You'll have to get them home, not me."  I said.

It was my chance to walk behind her and watch as she strained to carry the heavy
stack of magazines back to the car wearing her high heels.  It was then that I
really appreciated what nice strong legs she had.  She had me open the car and
she tossed the bags into the back seat, staggering as she caught her breath and
balance.  "Happy?"  She snapped.

"I'll see.  We have to find out what you've brought me first before I can say."

"Hummpf!"  She exclaimed as she started the car for home.

I know she wanted to give me a piece of her mind on the way, but it was a
relatively quiet ride.  Some part of her brain, maybe a part that was trying to
understand me, was telling her, each time she was ready to let me have it, that
"now would not be a very opportune time."  Once in the house, she started to
storm upstairs.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?"  I asked firmly.  "Get down here.  We need to
see if my collection has been properly replaced."  She turned and slowly came
back down the stairs.  "In here.  . . .  Right here next to me."  It was the
couch in the living room.  "Let's see what you brought me."  She sat pouting,
arms straight and hands between her knees.  "Look at this one.  She's a freak.
Nobody has tits the size of watermelons.  It's got to be a doctored picture. . .
.  Shit! How did she get that in there."  Terry was pretending that she hadn't
the slightest interest between peeks.  "Oooo, that musta hurt."  She looked
openly this time and was as shocked as I was at the piercing around a model's
clitoris and labial lips. 

"That's gross.  How can you look at this stuff?"  She said, but no longer
looking away.

"That looks great.  I want you to do that to me right now."  I said referring to
a picture of a model taking a man's balls into her mouth.  "I want to see what
that feels like."

"You've got to be kidding."  She said starting to get up.

"Undo my pants."  I said pulling her back down by her arm.

Realizing that it was pointless to fight me right then, she shifted in the seat
so that she was kneeling on one leg, with the other one straight down to the
floor.  I slouched so she could get a better shot at the belt and button fly of
my jeans.  She looked at me and I nodded to indicate that she should go ahead
and pull the pants down, and then the underwear.  Mr. Happy was pointing but in
a floppy sort of way.  She held it aside with her thumb and forefinger, swept
the hair from her face with the other as she dove forward into my crotch to suck
up a testicle.

It was not what I expected.  She was a little rough.  So I motioned her up with
my hand on her head, stood up and spread my legs.  Still holding my penis in her
fingers, she climbed on her knees down to the floor and sucked up on a waiting
nut.  That was better.  That was the best.  We both felt my wiener pulsing to
its full stiffness.  "Okay, okay, that's enough."  I said thinking I couldn't
take any more, but she kept it up only she alternated between sucking and
tonguing each ball and licking up the underside of my cock.  I wasn't sure what
I should do.  The overall effect was setting me up for an avalanche cum.  Then
she rotated in some hand motion up and down my cock.  Finally, she sucked like a
baby on a nipple with her tongue on the underside of my cock head, with her top
lip just covering the pee hole.  It made me shiver uncontrollably like at a
urinal sometimes, and when the shivering was done, I signaled it was going to
happen by uttering, "Oh boy, here we go."

This was just enough time for her to remove her mouth and handjob me instead to
conclusion.  As good as this particular second cumming was, it would have been
just that much better if it had been deep inside Terry again. 

I collapsed back down to the couch.  "There, that should be enough.  I did what
you wanted today.  I got you your smut rags back, and I got you off.  I'm
through with this game.  Hell, I don't even get a climax in the deal."  Terry
said standing up.

"Not so fast, Stepmommy Dearest.  You want to be a member of this family, you're
gonna play by my rules, my rules all of the time.  You want a climax?  I'm for
that.  Get to work."  I said settling in for the show.

"You can't be serious.  That is way over the line.  I'm going to be your new
mother for Christ sakes.  Where the fuck do you get off ordering me to put on
that kind of show for you?  You really are a pervert.  I think your father
should have a talk with you."  She snapped back.

"The fuck?  For Christ sakes?  Is that the example mothers set for their
children these days?  I wonder if good old Dad knows what kind of mouth the
woman he plans to marry has.  Now, take off that dress and make it look real
sexy for me."  - Hell, you've seen me do it, I want to see you do it, bitch -

"You son-of-a . . ."

"Ut ah aaah.  I am your ticket to be in this family.  What I have to say to my
dad will work just as good tomorrow, as it will today.  We need some mother and
son bonding before I give him the go ahead.  Now, do we understand each other
here?"

"God!  You're a monster."  She said.  I would have gotten into it with her some
more, but she said it as she was stripping the dress up over her head.

Geez, what a body on that woman.  None of the cuties at my school looked that
good, but none of them were women, they were just girls.  She stood seductively,
but stalling nevertheless.  "What are you waiting for?"  I asked.

"I don't think I will be able to do it with you watching.  It's too
embarrassing."  She pleaded.

"You can dish it out but you can't take it hunh."  I said.  "Get those panties
off now."

She peeled them down and tried to cover everything up with her hands and arms.
I don't know what got into that exhibitionist broad at that moment, but she
closed up tighter than a clam.  "Come here."  I said.  I wanted her standing
right in front of me so I could touch her.  "Put your hands to your side.
Better yet, put them behind your head."  She glared.  "Step closer and put each
of your legs on the outside of mine."

"No.  I . . ."

"Yes, and you will."  I ordered.  "I guess it is up to me to prime your pump."
God, I had never been that close to a pussy before.  I could feel heat radiating
from it, and the smell, well, I was getting too excited to think one way or
another about it.  Now of course, it turns me on big time these days.  "What do
you like, this?"  I said, cupping my hand on her furry patch.

She was looking away and biting her lower lip.  Her breathing was pronounced.
"Your fingers  . . .  you could . . .  oh god, this is wrong."  She said
buckling under the exploratory stroking of my fingers on her slippery terrain.

"More wrong than dragging a total stranger home for unprotected anonymous sex?"
I chided.  Her shame and embarrassment was evident in the humiliation she seemed
to experience at my words and touch.  I took my hand away to smell her scent up
close.  She looked down at me with alarm.  I put my fingers back to the task and
she mellowed back into a responsive state again.  Then I decided that I wanted
to watch, so I took my hand away and sat back.  She opened her eyes and mouth
wide at the unexpected change of course and breathed heavily for a moment.

"But . . ."

"But nothing.  Time to finish it yourself."  I said.

"Oooo . . ." She took a hand down and started to rub her snatch the way she
liked to have it rubbed.  She didn't need to resign herself to it, she wanted to
cum now, and the sooner the better. 

I took mental notes, "So that's what it's all about.  That spot seems to be her
favorite.  I'd like to be the one massaging those breasts and nipples for her,
but just watch and see what she likes for now.  There's plenty of time for me to
do it later.  Geez, holy shit!"  I was thinking, watching her body and voice
explode in sync to her quivering orgasm.  "This is amazing.  I can't believe how
lucky I am.  Good job Dad!  She's a keeper."

When she was calmed down and basking in the afterglow of the moment sitting on
the couch next to me, she didn't even bother covering up.  "Okay, you've had
your fun.  Now we're even."  She said with confidence.

"Whatever.  We know who holds the cards.  Here's the deal.  You keep Dad happy,
so he's always in a good mood, you do whatever I say, and never ever take it
outside of here, unless I approve, and you can be my stepmom."  I declared.

"You . . ."

"Ut uh ah.  No discussion.  My rules and you're in.  Fight me, cross me, lip
back, and you're out."  I proclaimed.  She just sat there in a pout staring out
at space in the room, her legs crossed and her arms crossed tightly under her
breasts.  Oooo, those breasts.  "I'll take that as a 'Yes' then.  Now put your
stepmother mouth on it again and suck."

Revenge is sweet, and if somebody tries to tell you otherwise, they don't know
their ass from a hole in the ground.