Stepson Rape - (F/m,nc,oral,masturbation,humiliation,fetish)
by DaddyJ

I have a story to tell that most of you won't believe. I am a sexual abuse survivor. Of course you think you've heard all there is to hear about this subject, but I assure you this is not the case at all.

It all started when my father got remarried. It was hard on him when mom left us. It wasn't just her leaving; it was when she told him the reasons why. Seems that she was tired of living in the middle of Kansas and wanting to move to the city. If she had discussed it with dad, I'm sure they could have worked something out, but she didn't, so that much was just a done deal. Although it was hard on him, I can assure you it was harder on me. I had always loved my mother you see. A boy needs his dad, but he also needs his mom. I was 11 at the time and I had so many things that I wanted to discuss with her, like girls and stuff and he was always busy. I can't blame him for burying himself in his work like he did, but still I would have liked to do some of the father/son things like fishing and hunting and just being pals.

We lived in the country, about 10 miles outside of the nearest town. It was a good place to live, but let's face it; it got kind of lonely spending most of my time by myself. It was lonely, that is until Aleta came into our lives. Aleta you see, was the woman that dad fell in love with after two years of bachelorhood.

My heart skipped a beat the first time I saw her. She was a total knockout! Words won't describe her beauty but I will do my best to drag up the memories. Aleta Johnson was her name and her image is burned into my young brain. She stood about 5'2" tall, narrow waist and a round firm rear end. Her long auburn hair hung to her shoulders and she had the biggest, firmest, and prettiest hooters that I had ever seen. I suppose that's the first thing that I noticed when I saw her. The second thing I noticed was that she had a very pleasant face. It was slightly round and her skin was as clear and white as fresh milk. "Well hi there young man," were the first words I remember her saying to me. Instead of holding her hand out like most women dad had dated, she leaned forward and gave me a big friendly hug. I was nervous at first when she did it, but the smell of her clean skin and the compassion that I felt in her hug melted my shyness away almost instantly. "He's such a handsome young man Bill," she told my dad as she stood. Aleta's eyes were almost an emerald green with a natural sparkle and her pupil was very black. I guess looking back that I should have noticed the hollowness there. They were different than anyone's eyes I had ever seen. I didn't care though; I thought she was the most wonderful thing I had been in contact with in a long time.

At first her and dad just causally dated and then it became more often. I was happy to have Aleta around because it meant that dad came home more often in the evenings. Aleta was always there, cooking for him and making sure that he had a good healthy diet. I wasn't surprised then that after almost a year, dad came home one day and proposed marriage to the beautiful young woman. Did I say young? Yes, for you see, my father was almost 55 and Aleta was 25. They both seemed old to me so I wasn't really that aware of their age difference. All I was aware of is that I was going to have a new mother in my life!

The marriage soon followed the engagement. It was a simple ceremony and only attended by dad, Aleta and myself, along with the preacher and his wife, who acted as a witness. There wasn't any honeymoon for the newly weds but that didn't stop them from the usual newlywed things. By that I mean they did it every time they got a chance. I did my best to give them their privacy, but let's face it, a kid that was almost a teenager was hard to avoid in the little farmhouse. It embarrassed me at first to think of my father having sex with the beautiful Aleta, but after a bit, I came to understand and envy him.

Dad explained to me about the birds and the bees almost immediately after I walked in on them making love one afternoon. By the time the three of us noticed each other were in the same room, dad was panting and he had just stiffened and let out a loud groan as he pushed into her for the last time. Aleta had her legs in the air and was breathing hard, her large tits lying flat against her chest and bobbing up and down. I of course, stood there with my mouth open and was shocked into total silence as he finished what he had started. I turned because they hadn't noticed me, I thought, and I silently turned and walked away. Just as I walked out the door I heard my father say to her, "We've got to be more careful around the boy Aleta." I of course had almost instantly got a total woody when I saw Aleta's naked breasts under my father's pounding. I mean, let's face it, it's not often that a 12-year-old boy who lives in the country get a chance to see a naked woman. In fact, it was the first time anything like this had happened to me.

I went into the bathroom and tried to get myself together. It was no use; there was only one thing to do. I walked toward the door that connected to my room and I paused as I walked by the laundry hamper. My hand trembled as I reached down and picked up the garment that lay on top. It was a pair of Aleta's cotton underwear. My excitement grew as I thought about how close it had been to her sweet spot and it picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket. I went to my room and closed the door, locking it behind me. Safely inside I pulled the cotton underwear out of my pocket. They looked so clean, but I knew that they weren't. I held them up and looked at them for a second. A size 4 pair of standard white cotton briefs. So dainty yet so motherly I thought as I moved them closer to my face.

My hand trembled as for the first time in my life I got the smell of a woman's scent. I held them to my nose and took a deep breath. The musky smell of my stepmother's vaginal juices permeated the cloth and I inhaled it deeply. I knew what I was doing was wrong and not accepted by society, but I didn't really care. What I did care about was the stiffness between my legs. My 12-year-old prick was hard and calling out for attention. I quickly pulled my jeans down and grabbed hold of my hardon. The roughness of my teenage hand was something I was used to. What I was not used to was the smell of my stepmother's pussy juices. I took one more snort of her cotton crotch covers and lay on the bed and spanked my monkey into a rocking orgasm that sent the first blast of white stuff onto my chin. I thought my balls were going to burst as I lay there and imagined my stepmother taking my father's penis between her open legs. I am surprised that my parents didn't notice all of my hard breathing as I lay there, coming down from my sexual fantasies. I wiped the sperm from my body with her underwear and then put them back in the bathroom.

Over the next year or so, Aleta became my obsession. I took every chance I could to get a look down her blouse, or up her skirt on Sunday morning before church. Mostly all I got as a glimpse of her thigh high stockings, or a flash of the white panties that she always wore. It was enough to fulfill my sexual fantasies though and as long as I had an imagination and a pair of her freshly worn panties, she remained my wanking material for the next 8 or 9 months.

The day I turned 13, I noticed that things were beginning to cool a little between Aleta and my father. It was subtle at first. I didn't notice that the kisses were becoming fewer. What I did notice however was that my father had begun to spend more evenings working late. It was to "pay the bills" he said. I know now that he just wasn't able to keep up with her sexual needs. It was easier to work than to face the facts so he spent more and more evenings away from home.

I noticed a change in Aleta also. The changes that most affected me were the fact that she was beginning to grow more comfortable about how she walked around the house. It wasn't odd for her to walk around in her skimpy lingerie. She always wore a robe but she wasn't always careful about pulling it closed in the front. This of course fueled my desire for my stepmother and my fantasies became more vivid.

One morning she got up and was cooking me breakfast. My father was already gone and she was standing at the stove as usual. What was not usual is the fact that the robe she was wearing this morning was not her usual terrycloth. It was a silky robe which went to the middle of her thighs. I had caught a glimpse of her inner thighs before but this was the first time I had ever seen her naked leg from the back. Of course, since she had been my sexual fantasy for the last few months, I was glad to be seeing new "territory". "Good morning," she said in her usual chirpy voice as she turned and put the freshly cooked bacon and eggs in front of me. "Want some toast?" she asked.

"Nah," I told her as I picked up my fork. "This will do fine Aleta," I told her. My beautiful young stepmother walked back to cupboard to get a plate. I watched her round butt as it pressed against her silky robe. I was just ready to offer to get the plate for her when I came to the realization that it was high on the shelf. High on the shelf meant that she would have to stretch for it. Aleta stretching for it meant that her robe and hopefully her nightie would ride up as her hand fumbled for it. My 13-year-old penis rose at the thought of seeing her panties for real. True to my fantasies, her robe rose as she reached up into the cupboard. My heartbeat throbbed in my young dick as I watched her robe ride higher and higher and higher until the cheeks of her firm ass were almost exposed to me. I stifled a groan as I watched her, hoping beyond hope that I would get a look at her white cotton briefs. What I got instead was a total shock. My stepmother wasn't wearing the standard issue "mother" panties. What she had on instead was a pair of red french-cut briefs that cupped her ass cheeks like a second skin. My eyes almost bugged out of my head as her sweet bottom came into view. It was clear that she couldn�t quite make it, so I did my best to hide my hardon and stood, walked to the cabinet. "Here," I said, "Let me get that for you Aleta."

Aleta quit reaching when I got within a few feet of her. If I had let her keep reaching, I'm sure that I would have gotten a better shot at her ass cheeks, but let's face it, I couldn't stand to see the woman struggle. As I drew closer to her, I could smell the scent of fresh strawberries. My stepmother loved that smell and I have to admit, it was intoxicating to my young senses. Just as I got to where she was standing, she backed up and bumped into me. "Oops," she said as her soft butt bumped into my crotch. Never in my life had I been that close to a woman with a hardon and I hoped to god that she wouldn't notice it. If she had, she didn't say anything and I did my best to pretend like it didn't happen. "Thanks," she said as I reached for the plate and set it on the counter. "It's nice to have a man around when a girl needs one." I said nothing, preferring to go back to the table and try to conceal my raging boner.

The rest of the breakfast hour went pretty much normal, that is except for the occasional flash of the middle part of her breast. Her thin nightie did little to cover the fullness of her mature breasts. I wanted so much to see her tits but I couldn't be obvious about it, so I took what peeks I could. For the first time since dad and her had gotten married, we just sat and talked and laughed. She was special. My dad was one lucky man. After breakfast, I was able to will my teenage cock to deflate and I helped her clean the kitchen and then I told her I was going to go down to the creek and do a little fishing. A quick "thanks" and a gentle kiss on the cheek and I went to my room and took care of my sexual needs. I then got dressed and took my fishing gear and headed to my favorite fishing spot.

The sun was warm that morning and I soon forgot the fact that I even had any parents as I began the task of fishing. Next to jacking off, this was my favorite teenage past time. The fish weren't really biting that morning, but it really made me no nevermind. I was at one with nature, man against beast, or should I say boy against fish.

About the time the sun was straight overhead, I heard a sound behind me and I turned around to see who or what it was. I smiled as I saw my beautiful stepmother walking toward me with a picnic basket. "Hi!" she called out as she walked carefully across the rough terrain.

"Hi," I shouted back. I put my pole down and walked toward her, taking her by the hand and helping her into the cleared area. "I didn't expect to see you come down here today."

"I thought," she said as she set the basket down, "that you might be getting hungry by now." Aleta was right about that. I had been so busy with my conquest of nature that I hadn't even noticed the empty place in my stomach.

"Great," I said as I opened the basket and took out the tablecloth that she had packed. I spread it on the ground and set the basket down in the middle of it. I took my stepmom by the hand and led her to the edge and she sat down. "What do we have to eat," I asked as I sat down across from her. Aleta sat with her legs crossed and began to dig inside.

"It's just some sandwich stuff," she said as she fumbled around.

"Sounds good to me," I said, patting my belly "I am getting a little hungry."

"I thought so," she said as she handed me a cola and then a zipper bag that held the bread and meat combination. I opened the soda and took a long sip of the cool drink and then unwrapped my sandwich and took a large bite. The food danced on my taste buds as I chewed it and began to talk idle chitchat with my stepmother today. She was absolutely the most gorgeous woman I had ever been around in my life. I guess I kind of had a crush on her, although I didn't want to admit it to anyone. "Your dad called right after you left today," she informed me.

"Yeah," I said. "What about?"

Aleta had a slight sadness to her as she looked up at me. The gleam in her eye was less visible today. "He told me that he has to go out of town on a trip for a week or so." I thought that kind of odd because he had never done that before. I nodded and took another bite. "Tell me," she said as she took a dainty nibble on hers. "Do you think your dad still loves me?"

I almost gagged as I swallowed. I took a quick sip of my soda and then looked at her. How could he not love her? I mean, here was the most intoxicating woman on the earth and she asked a question like that. "Of course he does mom," I said and then paused and said, "I mean Aleta."

Aleta smiled and took another bite. Her emerald eyes gleamed a little brighter as she looked at me. "I like that you know," she said.

"What?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"You," she said, pausing. "You, calling me mom."

"Oh, that," I replied, trying not to even acknowledge that I had even said it.

"I know," she said as she wrapped her sandwich up and set it aside, "that I could never replace your mother, but I would like to be you know." I said nothing, just stared at the beautiful auburn haired vixen. I gobbled the last bite of my sandwich, swigged down my soda and set the bottle back in the basket. "Here," she said as she handed me the remnants of her meal and soda. Of course, being a growing teenager I didn't argue with her, I just took it and soon had it woofed down. The rest of the afternoon went quickly as we just talked about one thing or another. I realized at this time, that it was the first time that we had ever actually sat down and had a conversation that was unobstructed with the everyday little things that keep people from communicating.

I helped my stepmother pack the basket and fold the tablecloth. I put it back inside, picking up it and my fishing gear. "Let me get this for you," I said and then for the second time today I said, "mom." Aleta grinned and took my arm in hers. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. Now her smell was one of perspiration and strawberries. Nonetheless, it was just as intoxicating as it had been earlier. "I have to ask you a question," she finally spoke as we walked.

"Shoot," I told her.

"Do you think," she asked clumsily, "that he is seeing another woman?" Without thinking I shook my head. How could this exotic creature even think something like that!? "No!" I almost shouted in answer. Aleta seemed satisfied with my answer as we walked and the conversation ended there.

Once again in my life, something again began to change. This time it was my feeling for Aleta. Instead of sexual, they began to turn to the normal mother/son relationship. Instead of addressing her as Aleta, I began to call her mom more often. I refused to call her mother though, saving that title to the one who brought me into the world. Dad worked more often, and we grew closer as our relationship matured into what it should be.

Then one evening when dad was away on one of his trips, I came home and found Aleta sitting at the kitchen table crying. I asked her what was wrong but she just waved me away and continued to sob to herself. My heart of course went out to her. She had a glass and a bottle of whiskey sitting on the table and it was apparent that she had been drinking. "Mom," I said as I picked up the bottle. "I know that things are getting worse between you and dad, but you really don't need this stuff." I held the bottle and she pulled her head from her hands. Tears were running down her cheeks and I ached deeply for her.

"Please," she said as she reached for the liquor, "please don't judge me," she begged.

"I'm not judging you," I assured her, "I just worry about you mom." She took the whiskey and poured another glass full. She was getting drunk that was for sure.

"I know you worry about me son," she said as she took a sip of the harsh liquid. "I just with your father did," she sighed as she put her head in her hands again. I felt so sorry for her and so badly towards my dad.

"Look mom," I said in my most macho voice. "If there's anything I can do for you, let me know." I put my hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and looked at me once again. "I mean it mom. Anything." I tried to comfort her but I could see that she needed her time alone. I walked into the living room and turned on the television, hoping to catch my favorite afternoon rerun.

About 15 minutes into my show I heard Aleta come into the room. I turned and looked at her as she stumbled, her wobbly legs barely keeping her up. "Going to take a nap?" I asked. Nodding her head, she slowly, deliberately, drunkenly walked to her bathroom that was just off the master bedroom. I knew that she would soon be kneeling to the porcelain gods, begging them to forgive her and swearing to never get drunk again. The thoughts of my stepmother throwing her guts up made me feel sorry for her. I heard her stumble around in the bathroom and then I heard a loud "THUD" and I jumped to my feet and through her bedroom and into the room.

Instead of kneeling before the throne, she was on the floor with her pants around her ankles and some tissue in her hand. "Oh," I said as I averted my eyes from her nakedness. "I'm sorry mom," I told her as I turned to leave the room.

"Wait," she slurred as she spoke. I stopped and kept my back turned from her. "Come on boy," she said, "help me out of the floor at least." Then she laughed and instead of embarrassment, there was only the courage that alcohol could give one. I walked backwards, toward where she was and she giggled, obviously entertained by my lack of comfort. "Oh come on boy," she said as I felt her touch my leg. "It's ok," she giggled, "I'm your mother!"

I took a deep breath and turned toward her. I didn't look directly at her, but I couldn't help but to see that the skin on her bottom was whiter than that on her face. "Take my hand," I ordered her as I reached down. Her soft fingers reached for my arm I grasped her in my strong grip and pulled on her arms. On shaky legs, she stood there, with her pants down around her ankles and all of her inhibitions were gone. "Well," she giggled, "are you going to help me get my drawers up or am I just going to have to walk across the house like this!?"

Now I was in a pickle. Here was my beautiful drunk stepmother standing before me with her pants down and my dick was beginning to become erect at the thought. "I guess," I said as I took a breath and closed my eyes. Aleta grabbed onto my shoulders as I bent down and felt around for her pants. I was only inches away from her pussy and I wanted to look but it wasn't right for a boy to see his mother naked. I held her pants in my hand and pulled them up. She held tightly as they slid up her legs and I tugged them up her hips.

"My sweats," she said as she stood there. My eyes were still shut as I reached down and took hold of her sweatpants and hiked them up as well. "Thanks," she slurred as she held onto me. I began to lead her out the door. "I'm ok now," she told me and I let her go. My teenage dick was hard as it had been for quite a while. Now she was that sexual creature she had been just weeks before.

"Mom," I said as she walked through the threshold of the doorway.

"Yes boy?" she asked.

"If there's anything I can do to help you through this," I offered, "let me know." Aleta paused for a second and her eyes seemed to search the room. She smiled and nodded and then turned away. Just as she was almost out of sight, she stopped. "Boy," she said, "there is one thing."

"Yes?" I asked. "What is it?"

"See that plastic tub there on the sink?"

I looked and nodded. "Fill it with hot water and come to the bedroom. I have something for you to do." I looked at her and without question filled the tub. She stumbled to the shower and reached for something. I was afraid she was going to fall but she held her balance. I watched the water fill the tub and then turned it off. I turned and Aleta was gone. I wondered if she had thrown up in the bedroom. I was willing to do whatever she wanted but that was one of my least favorites! I walked into her bedroom and looked around. Aleta was standing by the bed. "What do you want me to clean up?" I asked her .

"Clean up?" she asked. Shaking her head, she sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't think you understand boy," she said as she motioned me her way. I looked at the bed and there was a towel and washcloth and a bar of soap lying on top of it. "Put it down," she told me and I sat it on the floor. "What is it you need?" I asked.

"Just a little help on something that I can't do for myself." I was becoming nervous now.

"I don't understand," I informed her. She smiled and stood up.

"Of course you don't," she said. "How the fuck could you, you're just a boy!" My face turned red when I heard Aleta use those words. I didn't know what to say. It didn't matter, what I had to say wasn't important I would find out soon. I looked down at the floor. Confusion reigned in my soul as I waited. "Jesus fucking Christ kid," she said as she walked over to me. "Look at me when I talk to you boy." I tried to raise my head and look at her, but I swear to god I couldn't!

"I said look at me boy!" she yelled as the sting of her hand slapping me upside the head turned my world on edge.

"Damn," I yelled as the stinging reverberated against my skull.

"Don't cuss your mother boy," she said and she took the other hand and slapped me against the other side of my head. "I said look at me!" I quickly looked up at my step mom. Her eyes were burning as if they were on fire. I shuddered in fear when I saw them. It would be the first, but not the last time I would see them.

"I'm sorry mom," I said softly. I wanted to slap the bitch back but I couldn't do anything but tell her how sorry I was.

"Fucking right you're a sorry little boy," she said, her voice turning to ice. "You're almost as sorry as that piece of shit father of yours!" My ears stung worse than my head did as a string of expletives rolled off her tongue. "Now boy," she said, her voice softening a little, "I need your help on something that you father used to take care of."

"Yes mom," I said not sure what I might be agreeing to.

Instead of making her happy, her hands came at me this time, slapping me several times. I cringed as she hit me, not knowing what to do and not sure what I had done. "Please," I begged. "Please stop."

"You will address me as Mother from now on!" Anger ran all over me. I reserved that title for my real mom and I had no intention of calling her that. I-I-I can't," I said softly. "You sure as the hell can boy," she yelled! Again her hands hit me; one by one the blows rang hard across my head. I thought about decking the petite woman but for some reason stood there like a meek little lamb. Finally, I said, "Yes mother." As quickly as they had started, the blows stopped.

"That's better," she said as she lifted her hand. I cringed and waited for her to hit me, but instead I felt the softness of her palm across my cheek. Her hand cupped my chin and she pulled my face up so I could look at her directly in the face. "There are certain things that a woman needs," she began as she squeezed my chin and held it. "One of those things is a man to help her." Her voice was no longer icy but had returned to normal. She didn't even seem all that drunk now. She released my chin. "I have lots of needs," she told me as she released my face and walked back to the bed. "Will you help me with them boy?" she asked.

"Yes mother," I found myself saying for the second time today. My humiliation was almost more than I could bear.

"Good," she praised me, much as my mother had when I was a little child. "Look at me boy," she ordered. In an absence of any semblance of free will, I looked at the beautiful and wicked stepmother. "Now pull down your pants!"

My blood ran from hot to cold to hot again as it coursed through my young body. "Why," I asked weakly as I stood in front of her. Again her hand slapped me up side the face this time landing with a force that surprised me. "Owwwww," I yelped as I grabbed my face.

"I said take them down!" She shot fire from her emerald eyes, her pupils dark as the dead of night. "Now," she screamed! Before she could raise her hand back I had undone my jeans and dropped them to my knees. I trembled in her wake. "The under shorts too," she ordered. For some reason my cock had betrayed me. I wasn't turned on at all yet it stood hard against the front of my cotton briefs.

"Please mother," I begged softly, "please no." She didn't have to hit me this time. All she had to do was stare at me and I knew she wouldn�t take no for an answer. Aleta walked behind me and I heard her whistle loudly as she looked at my ass. "Do it boy," she ordered as her hand touched my shoulder gently. In fear for my well being I forced myself to push my underwear down to my knees. My cock was hard and standing out and I wanted to cover it but I knew that it would anger her more. "Nice tush boy," she said as her hand touched my bare skin. My dick jumped and my hips thrust forward at the touch of her tender hand. I wished now that her heart would become as soft as her hand. I would find it was not to be. "Touch your knees boy," she ordered. My mind rushed as I prepared for what may come.

"You've been a very bad boy," she whispered as she walked to my side. I felt her soft breast touch my shoulder. It was erotic yet frightening as she stood there and rubbed against me.

"I'm sorry mother," I said softly as I stood there. Her hand touched the back of my head and she slowly began to stroke my hair.

"What are you sorry for boy," she asked, her voice returning to that of one who had a heart.

"I-I-I don't know," I said meekly.

"Don't you boy?" she asked. I searched my mind for reasons to be sorry. I could find none.

"No mother," I said, knowing what that would bring. Aleta's hand ran down my back, feeling the muscles in my young body. Goosebumps ran up and down my spine as she stroked me. I clamped my eyes tightly and bit my lip as she moved from my shoulders, down my back. I gasped when her hand touched my bare ass. My cock was now screaming at me for relief. I wanted to cum. I wanted to run. I wanted to die! Aleta continued to stroke my cheeks, occasionally running her finger up and down the crack of my butt. I shivered with each caress and trembled with desire.

Aleta removed her hand and walked to the other side of the room. I tried to see what she was doing, but was afraid to look at her. She rustled through her drawer and then I heard it close. Her steps could barely be heard on the carpet. She was no longer intoxicated by the liquor. Perhaps it was all a show. Whatever the case, I was at her mercy. "Recognize these?" she asked softly as she grabbed my hair and tugged me to a standing position? My eyes were wide open now as I looked at my stepmother as she held a pair of her white panties. My breath almost left me as I looked at her. "I asked you a question boy," she said as she held them. I closed my eyes. I recognized them alright; I had cum in them many times. As I stood there, I forgot about my humiliation for a second. I forgot until she pushed them under my nose. My hard dick jumped at her smell. "Recognize the smell boy," she asked as she cupped them against my nostrils. Before I could deny it, her free hand reached down and touched my cock. I let out a loud groan as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke it.

"I know you recognize them boy," she said matter-of-factly. "I know that you have been taking them to your room and sniffing them. I know you think of me when you masturbate. I know that you have been doing it practically since the day I married your dad." Her hand continued to stroke my now raging cock. Never in my life had my cock been this hard. Never had I been so totally humiliated. Never had I been so turned on!

"I-I-I'm sorry mother," I assured her as I stood there. My entire body was trembling as I stood there with my pants around my knees and her panties in my face. Removing the piece of cotton from my nostrils, the turgid smell of her pussy left my senses. Her hand continued to stroke my 13-year-old prick. I was on fire. I needed to cum.

Aleta released my penis and let it stand up by itself. "Bad boys get punished," she said as she walked to my side. I felt her hot breath as she got next to my ear and whispered, "Grab your socks boy." I obeyed her command and bent forward, touching my ankles. She stroked my head once again and I closed my eyes. "You have a nice ass," she told me as her hand once again stroked it. My whole world was on fire as I prepared for my punishment.

Aleta moved her hand from my young body and walked behind me. I shut my eyes tightly as she removed her hand from my ass. "How many times do you think you've done this boy?" she asked. My mind wandered through the days. It had probably been hundreds but I had lost track. "I forget mother," I told her truthfully.

"You're a lying little bastard," she yelled! I swear to god that I heard her hand move through the still air as her palm came crashing down on my bare cheeks. "Ouch!" I screamed as she pulled it away. I started to stand but her fist slammed into my side. "Unnngggg," I groaned in pain as she hit me again. "How many times?" she asked. Again I did not answer, "Once, twice, twenty, hundreds?" she asked.

"Yes mother," I agreed. Her hand moved between my legs and it snaked between my legs, grasping my scrotum tightly. I wanted to scream but was afraid to. "How many boy?" she asked.

"Hundreds mother," I said in terror.

"Well then," she said as her grip lessened on my nut sack. "I guess that's how many swats you will get." She released my bag and her hand moved through the air and she hit me hard. "Oowwow," I moaned as she pulled her hand back and hit me again. "Unnngggg," I groaned as she planted another blow on my bare ass cheek. Slap after slap of her once gentle hand rained down on my backside. "10," I heard her say, "20," she said again and then after 40 she lost count. It didn't matter; all that mattered now is that she had me under her control. "If you cry you'll be sorry cunt boy," she hissed as she hit me again and again and again. I obeyed. I didn't cry. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped hitting me. "Your ass is all red boy," she said. "You're not getting a case of the red ass on me are you," she laughed. I said nothing, choosing to take my punishment, whatever it may be.

"Stand boy," she said. I did as she told me, my side still sore from her the earlier contact with her fist. "Get some hot water boy," she ordered, "this has grown cold." She dipped her hand in it and then handed it to me. With my pants around my ankles, my cock standing straight out, I wobbled to the bathroom and drew some fresh hot water. I wondered what she had in mind. It scared and excited me. I picked the plastic tub up and wobbled back into the room. Steam was rolling from the plastic container as I walked in small steps.

"Good boy," she said as she stood there. "Now turn your back and strip."

I sat the tub down on the nightstand and turned my back to her. Aleta whistled as I drew my shirt off. I felt like a piece of raw meat as she watched me step out of my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. "You look good boy," she said. Her hand now stroked my still burning ass cheeks. I couldn't feel her palm, but I knew it was there. She moved her hand down the crack of my butt, stopping long enough to run her finger against my opening. I closed my eyes, readying for her assault into my anal cavity. I breathed a sigh of relief as her hand moved away. I was safe for now.

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity with my back to Aleta. I grew more nervous as I heard her bedsprings creak. "You can turn around now boy," she told me, her voice that of authority. I slowly turned and was shocked when I saw her lying on the bed in just her bra and panties. "Your dad," she said as she lay there with her ass on the towel, "used to keep me nice and trimmed." My eyes locked on her body as she spoke. Her hand moved across her chest, down her belly and then to her crotch. "I like to keep it neat here," she said as her hand moved inside her panties. My dick jumped as I watched her finger her pussy. "Now," she said, "he's gone and you are the man of the house." My eyes stayed locked on her body, her breasts pressing tightly against her Lycra prison. I had longed to see them. If I was a good boy, I might get a chance. "Now, as man of the house," she said as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy, "it is your job to do what he doesn't have time to."

"Yes mother," I found myself saying, finally realizing that this might not be so bad.

"Remove my panties," she ordered. I nodded and walked to the foot of the bed. I softly moved between my stepmother's legs and without hesitation pulled her panties from her hips. I heard her moan as the air hit her pussy. I didn't know much about sex, but I knew by looking that her lips were wet. I could tell by the puffiness that they were ready. "Do you like it boy?" she asked.

"Yes mother," I said truthfully this time. I had never seen a pussy before, but I was sure that this had to be the most beautiful one in the world.

"Begin boy," she said as her hand traced a line along the edge of it. Her brown pussy hair was thick.

"Yes mother," I repeated as I dipped tossed her panties aside and dipped the washcloth in the hot water. Aleta squealed in delight as the hot rag hit her steaming pussy lips. "Oh geeezzzz," she moaned as I worked the rag across her lips. I dipped the rag into the water and applied the soap. Aleta smiled at her newfound sex slave. I lathered up the rag and then began to apply the soapy cloth to her cunt lips. "Oh my goodness," she whispered as I rubbed it in. Her hips bucked against it and I thought she was going to cum.

"Trim me nice boy," she said as she spread her legs wide. I set the soap and rag in the tub and she handed me a safety razor. "Do it boy," she ordered. I obeyed.

I dipped the razor in the hot water and as carefully as I could, I moved it down the inside of her leg. The skin was a nice pinkish brown color. It was the look of one who had been fucked many times, yet it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I rinsed the razor out and then took another delicate stroke. Aleta moaned as slowly the hair along her bikini line was shorn from her body. The tub was full of hair, which was floating on top. I moved my hand down the length of her bikini line, checking for stubble. There was none. "Is it smooth?" she asked.

"Yes mother," I answered. I set the razor down.

"You're not done boy," she informed me as she propped her legs on the bed with her knees in the air. "You left some." Aleta's hand moved down and she touched the entrance to her pussy lips. "Here," she said as her finger moved from her opening to her ass.

"Yes mother," I said as I once again soaped the rag and applied it to her pubic hair. Again she groaned as I soaped her feminine region. I put the rag back in the tub and picked up the razor. Aleta flinched so hard that I was afraid I would nick her. "Be careful mother," I told her as my hand pressed down on her crotch and I ran the razor from her pussy opening to her ass crack. Aleta groaned as I one by one shaved the remainder of her cunt hair free. I dropped the razor in the tub and rinsed the rag. I cleaned the remnants of the soap from the remainder of her pubic hair and her hand touched mine as I finished.

"Does my pussy smell sweet boy?" she asked, a large grin on her face.

"Yes mother," I replied.

"Does it smell sweet now?" she asked. I didn't have to wait for a second invitation. I leaned forward and planted my nose inches from her pussy and took a big breath. "It smells sweet mother," I told her as my hot breath bathed her nether region. Aleta spread her legs wide, opening the petals of her musky flower with her hand.

Thrusting her hips up, her lips brushed mine. A new tangy flavor covered my lips as they brushed across her opening. "Unngggggghh," she moaned and then her other hand went to my head and she pulled my face into her cunt. "Oh god boy," she moaned as she pressed my face into it. "Lick mother good." Not one to disobey, I moved my hands up and I spread her lips wide and my tongue invaded the opening. "Oh fuck yes baby," she moaned as she kept the pressure against me. Like a bee after nectar, I began to lick my stepmother's pussy lips. I had been afraid I would hate the taste. Instead, I found I enjoyed it!

Aleta held my head tightly while she bucked her hips against my face. I was at her mercy and I really didn't care. "Yes son," she moaned as she held me tightly. "Lick mommy's cunny good." I pressed against her, burrowing my face as deep as I could. My chin was pressed against her ass as I licked her stinky pussy.

"Oh god, god, god, " she moaned as she rode my face. "Faster, faster faster!" I licked hard now; taking short deliberate strokes, pausing occasionally to drive my tongue into the hole my daddy had once fucked. "Oh god make mommy cummmmmmm," she groaned.

My face was now wet with her cunt juice as she bucked hard and then her legs went around my shoulders. I heard her scream a shrill scream as she pulled my head between her thighs. "Oh fuck yes," she hissed as she bucked. "I'm cumming son," she moaned, "I'm cumming so hardddddd!!!!!!"

Aleta stiffened and bucked against me as her breath became ragged. Like a good sex slave, I left my head buried in her freshly shorn cunt lips. "Unngggg,� she moaned as her orgasm subsided and I felt her legs release my head.

Aleta pushed my head away and I got back on my hands and knees. Aleta's large tits were heaving up and down as she laid there, her bare ass on the towel and her freshly shaved cunt staring at me. "Now cum for mama," she said. I smiled big as she said this. I got on my knees in front of her and aimed my cock at her body. My balls were about to burst and I was afraid I would pass out when I finally got to cum. Aleta moved her hand in front of her and undid the clasp on her bra. In a few seconds, my stepmother's breasts were exposed to my 13-year-old eyes. "Cum for me boy," she ordered as I looked at her huge nipples for the first time.

Not one to disobey, I stood on my knees between Aleta's legs and began to stroke my cock. Aleta rubbed her tits together and moaned as I pulled at my rigid tool. "Work it good boy," she said as she stared at my hardon. I watched as she tweaked her nipples hard and squeezed her tits together while she ordered me to cum. With each stroke I could feel the pressure build on my already swollen testicles. "Oh god yes, shoot mommy a big load," she ordered as she played with herself.

I stroked fast now, not caring any longer that she was watching me. All I wanted to do was cum. It was my focal point in life now. I took long hard strokes across my cock and aimed it high. I felt it build to a peak and then as she watched, my teenage dick gave up its load of sperm. "Oh fucking god," I groaned as the first blast of cum shot from the end of my cock and landed above her head. "Oh shit," I moaned as I stiffened, continuing to stroke my hardness for her.

"Ummmm," she said as she licked her lips, "you look so sexy."

Rope after rope after rope of stringy cum seemed to come from somewhere deep within my body. I pounded my cock and expelled every last bit of teeny cum that I could muster. I took a deep breath and the last of my seed splattered across my step mom's freshly shaved cunt. "Damnnnnn," I groaned as I collapsed on top of her, my cum pressing between us.

Well, I guess that is all of the story for now. That was my first sexual experience. It possibly warped me for life, but what the hell, if it hadn't been that, it would have surely been something else. I may write more about our adventures, but for now, I will leave it at that.

The end.

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