A Stepmother's loving Family 1 (Fm, fm, FM, FemDom, Oral, Inter)
by Keith McDougall



Moving in

I was fifteen when she came to the house with my father for the
very first time. She was a beautiful red-headed woman with the
most awesome body I had ever seen. She had legs so long that I
was sure they went up to her neck, but that sexy, round bottom
stopped it's upward march. She also had those huge, firm-looking
breasts as well that bulged menacingly from her low-neck shirt.
“Son, this is Veronica.” he told me as he introduce her to me,
“Ronnie, this is my son Keith!”
She had come to the house before their first date and she smiled
when she saw me.
"My what a gorgeous boy you have, maybe I should go out with you
instead of your father, hmm?" she teased, stroking my cheek.
I blushed and looked at the floor.
"You'd better leave him alone and be satisfied with me," my
father laughed.
“Oh don't worry,” she said huskily, “I have every intention of
being satisfied by my hunky black fella tonight, and every night
for that matter.”
They left the house, but not before she looked back at me and
winked, blowing me a kiss from those juicy lips.

My mother had left us three years ago to marry her white boss at
the financial firm where she worked as his secretary. They had a
daughter together, my sister I guess. His own, older daughter
from a previous marriage, gave me goo goo eyes every time I went
there to visit my mum. I wasn't angry with her or anything, she
and my dad just didn't get along and it was pointless trying to
make them stay together when they were so vastly different. I had
met her boss, my stepfather now. He was really nice and smiled at
her all the time, as if they had a private joke. It was wonderful
to see. I liked him, and he took me out to places and stuff when
I was there. He liked the same football team I did and we went to
some of the matches when he could manage. I was a bit afraid of
his daughter though, she tried to kiss me a few times and I tried
to stay around the adults when she was looking at me like 'that'.
One time she even slipped her hand into my trunks when we were on
holiday in Italy at their Villa. We were all in the jacuzzi and
she sat next to me. I froze, the younger girl's fingers curled
around my cock as she joked with her father. I had to spend the
next hour with her fondling me while she chatted away with my
mother and stepfather.

My father was single again and didn't want long-term
relationships any longer. He went out with various women of
different racial persuasions, women just found him irresistible.
He usually dated them, fucked them and that was that. I might see
them once of twice with him or see them coming from his room in
the morning, but that was usually it. Though there was a Chinese
girl who kept coming back at least every week or so who I thought
he might actually get serious with.
But when he first brought the red-head to the house and she
smiled at me with that strange look in her lovely green eyes, I
felt that there was something different about this one. Something
about the way she looked at him made me slightly scared. She
looked as though she was planning to eat him. She had given me
that look too, licking her lips as she smiled back at me and
walking through the door.
I was in bed when they returned from their date, there was a lot
of giggling and she squealed a few times. Then a long silence was
broken by loud moaning. There were voices and then whimpering
that I could swear was my father. It went on for hours and the
there was a loud shout of anguish before things went quiet again.
I fell into a troubled sleep. What had she done to my father in
there?

In the morning I readied myself for school and came down for
breakfast only to find my father's date standing behind my dad
with her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he sat eating. She
was dressed only in his pyjama shirt and her long muscular legs
bare and very shapely.
It was not as if I had never seen any of my father's 'friends'
dressed like that countless times, but she came over to me,
smiling. Her large breasts were bulging out of the opening of the
shirt. I couldn't take my excited eyes off them. She chuckled as
she reached for me.
"Well you can't escape without giving me a great big hug young
man," she said as she captured me in her arms.
She slid her hand up my back and squeezed my face against her
large firm breasts, signing with pleasure. Her hand was behind my
head pressing my face into her deep cleavage bulging from the
open neck of the shirt. I gasped as I touched the soft, smooth
flesh.
"Ahhh! That feels lovely!" she gasped softly as she rubbed my
face into her breasts, then she raised her voice, “Aren't you
just gorgeous!”
Her back was to my father so he didn't see any of that. When she
let go, my heart was pounding and my cock had stiffened in my
trousers. She kissed me on my forehead and went back to my
father. He just laughed at my expression as his latest fling
re-wrapped herself around him again. I saw her hand slip lower
down in front of him and he shuddered.
“I think I might go and sit in his lap for a bit!” she teased,
looking back at me. I blushed.
"Don't tease him Ronnie, he hasn't even started seeing girls
yet," Dad laughed.
I blanched, staring at him.
"Dad!" I shouted and he laughed, thinking it so funny.
"You mean this lovely thing is still a virgin? What's up with the
girls around here?" she laughed, "By now he would have been
wrapped around my little finger, at my beck and call if I was his
age."
I ran out of the house, totally embarrassed. How could he tell
her that?
I consoled myself that she would be gone by the time I returned
home.

I had a rough time in school again, Tessa Morris and her friends
kept pawing at me in class until the teacher put us out of the
class.
"I'll not have my classroom disrupted!" he shouted.
"But Mr Burns, it wasn't me...!" I started.
"You are involved. Want all four of you out!" he screamed and
pointed to the door. I slunk out behind the unruly girls and we
stood in the passage outside the class.
"Look what you've done, my dad's going to be really cross with
me!" I shouted at the girls.
They giggled and pressed me back against the wall.
"Now we can feel you up in peace," Tessa said and they dragged me
off into an empty classroom. I struggled against the three bigger
girls. The sisters, Tessa and Ann Jones were white, Mona Jeffreys
was black. They held me down over a desk and took turns kissing
me as they liked to do in the back of the college building, and
rubbing my crotch. I became erect.
"Ooh! See I told you it was really big!" cried Mona.
"Take it out, let's see it!" giggled Ann.
Just then the door opened and Miss Eves came into the room. She
was the History teacher who smiled at my dad all the time, the
one I begged him not to 'date'.
"I thought I saw you girls dragging the unwitting Keith Dey into
this room. Let him up!" she demanded with a laugh.
They let me up and I saw the teacher staring at the bulge in my
trousers.
"OK girls, go to your next class and wait. I will keep young
Keith here until the next class. Go on, shoo!" she hustled them
from the room.
"Thank you Miss Eves," I said when they had gone.
"You are welcome young man. You know you really should try to
keep away from those girls. They will corrupt you."
Her eyes still strayed occasionally down to my softening erection
as she stood talking to me about class.
Ann did manage to catch me alone as I tried to escape over the
back fence of the college. She pushed me up against the wall next
to the bushes and leaned against me.
"I thought you would come this way," she gasped into my mouth as
she sucked my lips.
I finally managed to get home nearly an hour late, my legs
trembling and the taste of Ann's wet fingers still on my tongue
and the tangy taste of her pussy-juice that I had been forced to
suck from them.
When I arrived home, my father was still not back yet. There was
a note that I didn't bother to read and a plate of food covered
with another plate.
It looked as though he had come home after all and gone back out.
That was not his normal routine. I dumped my bag on the floor and
sat down with the food. Roasted chicken, potatoes and mixed veg.
Different from the norm too.
I thought I had smelt chicken roast when I came in, but thought
it was a neighbours. The food was really very good. And I went
looking for more, finding the rest of the chicken still in the
oven. I sat watching TV with the leg bone in my hand when I heard
the door open and voices.
The living room door opened and in walked my father and the woman
from last night. I stared. He had never done that before.
"Hi son, how was school?" he asked, dropping into the chair next
to me.
I looked up at the tall woman who smiled encouragingly at me.
"Tessa and her friends got me thrown out of class again," I told
him miserably, "She kept rubbing me in class and Mr Burns put us
all out of the class."
My Dad laughed but was stopped by the woman.
"Don't laugh at him, it's a genuine concern for him," she said to
my father.
Dad looked up at her and blinked. He lowered his eyes and gave a
little cough.
"Sorry sweetheart," he told her, then he looked at me. “Sorry
Son!”
He looked back at her with that funny, dreamy in his eyes that I
had never seen him use on any other woman before, not even my
mother.
The woman came and sat on the arm of the chair next to me and
stroked my hair.
"Don't worry about the girls Keith," she said soothingly, "They
are reacting to feelings they don't yet understand. It's obvious
to me that they like you, but they lack the maturity to come to
terms with that and approach you properly."
Maybe it was the way she said it, I stared at her and found that
I believed her. It made perfect sense after all as the girls
didn't hurt me, just kissed me and rubbed at my crotch all the
time.
"Come on Honey," she said to my father as she got up, "I need you
right now!"
My father jumped up from the chair and rushed out of the room
with her like an excited schoolboy.
When I went up to the toilet later, I could hear their moans and
cries of passion. I stood near the bedroom door and listened to
my father groaning and begging her for release. Listening to her
husky voice, soothing him and telling him to hush and eat her
pussy.
I trembled and ran away from the door.

It wasn't until the third time in a row that she came home with
my father that he actually told me that she was his new
girlfriend. Her name was Veronica Langford and she was the Human
Resources Director at the company where he worked.
From what I gathered, she had wanted my dad from the moment she
laid eyes on him. Watching him from the sidelines. It was only
when she realised that he was available that she made her move.
He had found it hard to say no to such a beautiful woman, a woman
who many in his company wanted but were afraid to approach. He
had seen it as a feather in his cap the first time he went out
with her, but that was now changing and he began to dote on her,
running off to do things for her and constantly on the phone to
her.
She started spending weekends over at the house, staying the
whole day in those long shirts of his and showing off those
amazing legs of hers. I was constantly witness to her large and
very firm breasts coming free of those shirts, making my crotch
swell uncomfortably, still unable to take my eyes off them and
blushing when she easily caught me looking. She smiled at me and
gave me a little wink.
“Come here Cutie!” she said, grabbing me as my father laughed,
hugging me to her chest and kissing my face.
She managed to catch me alone several times and press my face
into her juicy breasts, making little cooing noises as she rocked
me against her. She would kiss my face and then let me go
afterwards. I would stand there completely stupefied as she
walked away, her sexy bottom twisting under the bottom edge of
that shirt.

It was one afternoon when I was coming home from college that I
saw her talking to Tessa and her friends outside my school. She
towered over them as she did with my relatively tall father,
talking sternly to them with her finger pointing at them as if
she were stabbing them with a knife. I hid and watched for a
while, seeing the girls nodding and looking at the ground, then
went a different route home. I said nothing when I saw her again,
but the next day I found myself un-molested, that day and every
day after that. The girls just smiled nervously at me when they
saw me, just waving to me and grinning. Mr Burns gave me a funny
look too.

Veronica had started staying overnight more and more. I would
come out of the bathroom and find myself face to face with her
dressed only in my father's pyjama shirt. She would pull me to
her and rub my face into her breasts, pressing her warm body
against mine.
I whimpered with embarrassment once as she felt the hardness of
my penis against her, but she just stroked my head and whispered
that everything was alright, cupping my bum in one hand and
holding my face against her warm, firm flesh.
She then pulled my face out of her breasts and kiss me gently on
my mouth before setting me free and entering the bathroom after
me. I would usually stand in the hall for a few minutes, my knees
shaking as I tried to recover.
If this was the effect she had on my father, then no wonder her
behaved like a kid around her.

"Veronica wants us to move in with her," my father said as we sat
down at the table. She stood behind him with her hands on his
shoulders. Recently he seemed so much like a puppet that she was
controlling. They did things together, he finished her sentences
and even did things she wanted before she said a word. It was
like every thought she had was manifested by him, like she was
programming him to obey even her thoughts. It was spooky and I
was afraid of her.
"Why do we need to move?" I asked.
"It's nearer to our place of work and there are more shops and
stores out that way. Ronnie thinks it would be better for us." He
waited for an answer but she had already made up his mind.
"OK," I shrugged in surrender, "If it makes you happy then I'm
happy too!"
I loved my father very much and wanted to see him happy. Veronica
gave me a wide, sleepy smile. She came around to me and Hugged my
face into her breasts.
“Ooh! We're going to be so happy together,” she said as she
rubbed my face into her open cleavage.
When I finally recovered I saw that she had sat down at the table
between me and Dad.
We ate dinner together as they planned the move and spoke about
selling the house. I told them that we should rent it out, it
would bring in another income.
“What a brilliant idea Keith!” she said squeezing my thigh, “Lee,
do that instead. We can do a lot with the extra money.”
She leaned across and kissed my cheek. I blushed.

It took three months to find the right agent. They took the
property off Dad's hands and assured him of a guaranteed rent. By
this time we had moved into Veronica's Home in Beckton in East
London. She had a large detached four bedroom house, I was given
the room at the back of the house next to the bathroom, she and
Dad shared the first room at the front. The second room was her
office, which she now shared with Dad. The other room was a guest
room.
My new room was large and I had a double bed too, a desk and a
laptop that she had bought me.

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