A Stepmother's loving Family 2 (Fm, fm, FM, FemDom, Oral, Inter)
by Keith McDougall



Bad Luck

We had been at our new home barely a month when the fire struck
our old house, burning down the other semi as well. It was raised
to the ground and worse still was the fact that the insurance
company insisted that Dad had missed several payments years back.
They refused to reimburse us for the house and we only just
managed to get our contents insurance money. Dad was in tears and
Veronica hugged him to her. I had never seen him so upset and it
deeply affected me too. He had put an awful lot into that house
and had originally belonged to his grandmother before she went
back to Guyana, in South America. She had left it to him in her
will and he had many memories in that old place.
Now he was staring into space, almost as if he was broken. I was
very worried about him.
“Come on Honey!” she said, hugging him against her. She took him
upstairs and I didn't see him again for two whole days.
“Where's Dad?” I asked her, worried.
“He's not well, Honey. I've given him a sedative the doctor
prescribed to let him sleep.” She said and then looked at me.
“Are you alright Honey?”
She rested her hand on my shoulder and cupped my chin. I looked
up into her large, flashing green eyes a felt a shudder of
excitement course through me, a little afraid to be alone with
her.
“Y... yes, I'm fine.” I stammered.
“Why don't you come over here and sit with me, hmm?” she smiled,
“ We can talk for a bit.”
She led me over to the sofa an sat me down next to her, taking my
hand in hers and holding it tightly in her lap.
“Now you know if anything is troubling you, you can come to me?
Anything at all.” she said, “You can even tell me things you're
afraid to tell your parents. You secrets are safe with me, OK?”
I nodded and looked down at my feet. She cupped my chin again
with her free hand and lifted me face so that I looked into those
huge eyes again. I swallowed nervously and she smiled in
satisfaction, pulling my head into her the firm flesh of her
bosom.

The courts decided that the insurance company should pay up and
we got a cheque for £280,000 which my father was told by Veronica
to place in a fund for me. She kept him locked away in her room
for nearly two months, not even letting me go in to see him.
A month later my father lost his job. Veronica was furious. She
had battled to keep his position, but the board had decided that
the post could be handled by one of the junior partners along
with that man's own duties. Their intended victim complained
loudly and quit his job, saying that he wasn't a workhorse and
that his own duties were heavy enough. In the end the firm had to
employ two new members of staff, refusing Veronica's requests to
re-employ my father.
My Dad was 47 years old and a black man. He would have had a very
hard time getting work, even with his excellent references he was
having difficulty. He eventually lost faith, already hammered by
his loss of the house, which had affected him badly and he hadn't
really recovered from that at all. Veronica convinced him to
retire early and stay at home.
"You can do all the things you want to do. Money is no object, I
earn enough to keep us all without a problem and you can even go
back to school like you wanted." She kissed him and fondled his
crotch while I was sitting across from them. My father blushed.
"Ronnie, Keith's sitting right there," he said feebly, trying to
stop her unzipping his fly.
She smacked his hand away.
"Behave!" she said sharply, "You are my man and I will do what I
like with you!"
We were both stunned by her outburst, she pushed her hand into
his pants and kissed him hard as I watched. Her tongue forcing
it's way into his mouth wetly.
I looked away, embarrassed as she pulled her lips from his with a
nasty, wet “Slurrrp!”
She glanced back at me with an evil smile and then turned back to
him again.
"You will obey me, always. Is that clear? Hmm?"
Her hand worked in his pants and I saw him squirming, he gasped
in pain.
"Y... Yes... Ronnie!"
"Good boy. Now just sit still let me play with you. Keith, go to
your room while I take care of your Daddy!" she said sharply to
me.
She didn't take her eyes off him, my father whimpering as her
hand moved in his pants.
I ran out of the room, tears running down my face with the shame.
Later than evening there were a lot of noises coming from their
room. I found myself outside their door, wondering what she was
doing to my Dad.
“Please Ronnie, please don't...”
“Hush now my Darling, you must!”
“But...”
“Shhhhh!”
A long silence and then pained moans come to my ears.
“Ahhhhh! Thaaat's my boy!”
Then all I could hear was my father's moaning and the gentle
rocking of their bed.

She came home from work and met a clean house. She had made my
father into a 'house husband'. They were married a month later in
a private ceremony attended by just us. I had not met any of her
relative up to this point, I was wondering if she had any at all.
Nowadays, my father did everything Veronica told him without
question. I was very disturbed by this new development. He was
like her pet and she was constantly hugging him and kissing him,
telling him what a good boy he was. I felt embarrassed for him
even though he didn't seem to mind at all. Several times she
would become very excited pull him into the dining room, locking
the door. I once peeped through the keyhole and saw his head
between her strong thighs. The next time I saw him his mouth and
chin would be wet with what I could only guess was her vaginal
juices. She paraded him before me with a gleam in her eye that
said 'possession'. All he was needed was a dog collar with those
little studs around it.
I gave her no trouble though, my father's face was always happy
and smiling. He was brighter and more cheerful than I had ever
seen him.

Things went from bad to worse in regard to how she treated my
father. I became witness her her constant need to parade him as a
prize to her friends as they came to the house. She would hold
him against her and force her tongue down his throat to the
cheers of her friends. Then she would have him running around
fetching drinks and snacks for them. I clearly expected her to
dress him in a little apron and maids outfit as well to enhance
the humiliation.
I stayed in my room most days, not wanting to see his degradation
any longer, even though it appeared that he was enjoying it.
She came to my room one afternoon while she was entertaining. I
lay on my bed reading my novel when I heard a knock.
"Yeah, come in!" I shouted.
I looked placed my marker in the page and put my book down as she
floated into the room. She had the grace of a large powerful cat
whenever she moved. She wore a short white dress with
button-sized flowers all over it. Her powerful thighs were
exposed almost to her panties and her long smooth legs were still
tanned from our last visit to Florida.
"Keith sweetie, why are you up here all alone? Why don't you come
downstairs and sit with me? Hmm?" she came and sat on the bed
close to my head.
"No thanks, I prefer not to watch you treat my Dad as a house
slave in front of your friends." I said a bit tartly.
"Oh Keithy, it's just a bit of fun. Your father and I love to
play this game, he is not really like that at all. It's all just
pretence." she laughed.
She looked down at me and stroked my head as I lay next her
thigh.
"I would believe that if you didn't do it in front of me as well.
He's different now, you've done... things to him." I told her.
I tried to raise up to look her in the face, but she pushed me
back down and kept her hand on my chest, pinning me to the bed.
"Listen boy, in my house I will have you speak to me with a
little more respect in your tone!" she snapped angrily at me.
"What me and your father do is a matter for us. We're two grown
adults who behave just as they please, we don't need your
permission. Got that?!"
She stared severely into my face and for the first time in my
life I realised how truly afraid of her I was. I saw a
viciousness in her eyes that I had never seen before, it blazed
like a fire that was barely under control.
"I can't hear you boy!" she snarled through clenched teeth.
"Yes. I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"Sorry who?" she asked.
"I'm sorry Veronica."
"MUMMY!" she screamed, “You will call me Mummy from now on. Is
that clear?”.
I wasn't going to mess with her.
"Yes... I'm sorry Mummy," I whimpered, waiting for her to begin
beating my face into mush..
"From now on you will always refer to me as your mother, is that
clear?" she asked in a quieter tone. But most of her anger was
hidden away again under the surface.
"Y...yes Mummy!" I said looking into her large green eyes,
trembling.
I had never been a very tough boy. I was a wimp basically and
always tried to stay out of trouble.
"Good boy. Now give Mummy a kiss and come downstairs. The ladies
want to see you."
I shuddered, not wanting to go down there to them. They always
kept kissing me and hugging me all the time.
I was allowed to raise up now and she pulled me to my feet. I
gazed up at her beautiful face as she held my face in her hands
and she bent her face down, pressing her soft plump lips against
mine. I moaned as she kissed and gently sucked my lips then
pulled away.
"That's a good boy," she said with a big smile now, "You have no
idea how much Mummy loves you and your Daddy. I would never hurt
him. I love him, and you, very much!"
She gazed into my eyes and stoked my face, her other hand holding
my hip pressed against her.
"Mummy is going to be really nice to you from now on and come and
tuck you in at night. OK?"
I nodded nervously as she pressed those soft lips against me
again and then she took me out of the room. As we passed the
guest room I could hear gentle moaning and the creaking of the
bed in there, wondering who was in there.
She led me down to the living room where I was swallowed up by
her squealing friends.
"Ooh! Isn't he just gorgeous!" said one I had never seen before.
She was as tall as Veronica but larger, heftier. She looked a bit
older too.
"Adorable! Just adorable!" said another.
As I was hugged and pinched I noticed that my father was nowhere
in sight, but I did not question it. I did want to risk getting
my stepmother mad at me again.
"He is so damned pretty, I want to take him home with me and
dress him up like a doll. I swear I've never seen a boy so lovely
before. You were right Ronnie, he is sweet!" This was the voice
of the large buxom woman standing near the window who I had never
seen before. She had come and was standing next to me now,
smiling down at me.
"Hands off girls, that is MY adorable stepson and only I get to
play with him." my stepmother told them as she pulled me away and
hugged me against her breasts, my face was swallowed into the
deep cleavage as her hand held my head in place, her other hand
held me against her body.
I heard their laughter and my stepmother just blew 'raspberries'
at them.
"I swear Ronnie, if I get my hands on either him or your
husband..." the voice paused and I heard some whispered
conversations which was followed by raucous laughter. All the
while my stepmother kept my face firmly in her breasts. For the
next couple of minutes she held me against her as they talked and
laughed. Occasionally I felt a hand squeeze my arse or run down
my back.
"Oh, Please let me hold him Ronnie!" cried one voice.
"OK. Just for a moment, but he's not a toy." She released me and
I blushed as the large dark-haired woman I hadn't recognised
pulled me to her and hugged me into her body. My face was
swallowed up by her huge soft breasts and she held my head down
in her cleavage as she stroked my back gently. I was so
embarrassed that I wanted to die.
"Oh God, he is such a beautiful  boy. He feels so nice against
me. You really must let him come and stay with me for a weekend
Ronnie," the woman said, “The things I would do to his young
body...!”
The other women laugh raucously again at the suggestion and I had
a feeling she wasn't talking about playing scramble.
"I'll talk to his father about that, I'm sure he'll agree. But he
is your step-grandson after all Mother."
Mother? This woman was my stepmother's mother?
I pulled my face out of her wonderful breasts and stared up at
her rather youthful face. Yes I could see it now. Her eyes were a
bright blue and she had a slight powdering of wrinkles at the
corner of her eyes and mouth, but the face was basically the
same.
"Yes darling," she said to my unanswered question, "I'm your new
Granny and I'm very pleased to meet you." she smiled down at me
as she stroked my head.


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