Mom's Away Ch. 02

It was the morning after my seduction of my stepfather. I had no regrets. I wondered if he would feel the same. I hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Reg had, but I had stayed up later than him reviewing and editing the footage so that it looked like my stepfather had been the aggressor in the seduction.

I was a college student on summer break and without a job. I needed money and I needed an ally against my mom, who was stridently harassing me to get a job I didn't want. With this video, I was sure that I could blackmail my stepfather into taking my side and keeping me in cash, blow and booze for the summer at least. Call me spoiled if you want, but I wanted to enjoy my care-free years as long as I could.

What surprised me was how easily Reg turned over for me and how much I enjoyed blowing him. I'd had to jerk off to relieve myself when he passed out naked on the couch after all the drink and excitement.

When I got up, it was nearly noon on Saturday morning. Reg had fallen asleep from all the drink and the release of sexual tension between them. He wasn't normally a late riser, but there he was, still passed out naked on the couch in the living room. I found that I liked looking at him. By comparison, I felt well-dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. A little worried by his uncharacteristic sleeping in, I checked Reg was still breathing and smiled with the confirmation.

Just you get some rest, old fella, I thought. I've got plans for you later.

A little after noon, Reg woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee, all of which were on the coffee table by the couch. He also noticed that I was sucking his morning wood, or whatever you call it by this time of day.

"Oh," he said. With the alcohol out of his system all these hours later, his reactions were not dulled. "Oh my God. It wasn't a dream."

"No."

"I--I have to piss like a racehorse," he said. "Please get me off quick."

I added a hand to my oral stimulation efforts, jacking him as fast as I could into my mouth. He groaned loudly three times and once more I tasted a voluminous load out of my stepfather's dick. I leaned back and wiped my mouth, smacking my lips like I'd had a tasty dessert.

"Fuck, you're hot, but I have to run. Don't go away."

He barely made it to the main floor bathroom, running in to unburden his bladder so fast that he didn't shut the door. I followed him and stood in the doorway watching him pissing into the bowl with exaggerated force. He groaned with relief.

"Do you have anything left in you?" I asked. "I might want you in me later."

Reg was still standing in front of the toilet, shaking off the ever-elusive last drop. He looked over his shoulder at me in stunned surprise at my frank suggestion. He blushed. His face wasn't the only thing that filled with blood.

"What, another boner already?" I said with a laugh.

"Yeah. Seems you do that to me."

"What about Mom?"

"Yeah... I'm not sure what to say about that. I love your mom, but I've wanted you for a while. I couldn't help myself last night when you came on to me."

"Oh, is that how it happened?" I said playfully. "Your breakfast is getting cold. You're going to need your protein."

We both laughed, but I could tell he was feeling awkward. He put his discarded briefs from last night back on to conceal his half-hard cock. We ate in silence. Perhaps it was too soon to have mentioned Mom. I picked up my smartphone and fiddled with it.

"You got me drunk last night. It wasn't my fault."

That came out of nowhere.

"You can blame me if you want. Try your coffee."

Reg looked at me sternly, not even half-suspecting that the coffee was heavily spiked with Irish Cream until he tasted it.

"What, are you trying to do it again?" He seemed cross, but it was all put on. He knew that if I was trying to get him drunk again, he'd get off again. The idea must have seemed pretty good to him. He finished the coffee in a matter of minutes.

"More?"

"I think not for now. I have a better idea."

"If it includes you pounding my ass with that horse-cock, I'm all in."

Reg wasn't used to that kind of talk and it obviously pushed his buttons. A look at the crotch of his underwear confirmed that his cock was ready to go another round. Whatever he had been about to suggest, it was forgotten in the aftermath of my prompt for him to fuck my ass. I wondered if he had ever fucked another man before.

"Kid, where did you learn to talk that way?"

I laughed. Didn't he wish he knew what I'd been getting up to in the last year or two.

I still had my phone in my hand. I tapped the app controlling the covert cameras I'd removed from the living room and secreted around my bedroom, hoping they'd capture some new raw footage soon. I suspected this video would be an interesting contrast to the other. It would be brighter, more detailed, less shadowy. The daylight streaming in the bedroom window would see to that.

With the cameras rolling, and Reg's cock pointing the front of his briefs like a tentpole, I judged we were ready to start the show.

"Reg, will you join me in my room?"

"Um..."

"I can see you want to." There was a pre-cum stain forming on his underwear. "Unless I'm wrong and you don't want to fuck me?"

Mostly sober Reg was wrestling with his conscience.

"Like a little faggot? Isn't that what you called me last night? Your sissy?"

Lust had Reg's conscience in a headlock.

"I'm not really your little sissy until you've taken me by the ass and made me your easy little whore."

"Um, kid, the talk again..."

"You like it. Your prick is sticking out of the top of your underwear."

He looked down and saw it was true. Blushing furiously, he was immobilized by the tug of war between duty and need. I added my strength, physically, to the struggle. I reached down and grabbed his wet knob gently in my hand. I literally led him by the dick to my room and my bed. Reg didn't resist.

By the time we reached my upstairs bedroom door and crossed the threshold, he had slipped off his underwear and stripped me of every stitch. When we entered the camera view, we were both naked and he was carrying me like a bride to her bed to be ravished. By good fortune, my second blackmail video would open with a clear indication that I was being seduced by my stepfather rather than the other way around.

Reg lay me down on the bed hard enough to make the mattress springs squeal. He shoved me over to the far side of the bed and occupied the nearer side himself, reaching over with one hand to steady my shoulder. He went in for a kiss, which I returned passionately. I liked the way I was being handled. I'd lie down for this man even if I didn't have an ulterior motive.

When Reg broke the kiss, he leaned over me and began kissing my neck and shoulders, licking my chest and down to my navel. I thought he was going to go down on me, but either he was afraid to try that or he was saving it for another time. Instead, his lips caressed my ear as he whispered inside.

"You must have some lube around, you hot little sissy faggot."

"Mm-hmm, I do. Top drawer, your side of the bed."

In an instant, Reg turned and liberated the liquid dispenser from the drawer. He got up on his knees and placed himself between my legs, poured some lube on his hand and slid it down over my cock.

I moaned with pleasure at the stimulation as he started jacking me very slowly. I don't usually come quickly, but I was hot for him and worried I might blow a load before I was ready. But he took his hand away and, with both hands, spread my legs wide enough to give him access to my asshole. He poured some lube directly on my opening and rubbed it around with one finger. I started to wonder if this was really the first time he had ever played with a man's ass. He was doing pretty good work. A lubed finger entered my tailpipe, followed by a second and he let them saw in and out of me for a minute before he stopped to lube up his cock.

"Tell me you want it," Reg said.

"I want it, Reg."

"What do you want?"

"I want your cock. I want you to take my ass and make it yours."

"Are you a sissy?"

"Yes, Reg."

"Don't call me Reg in the bedroom. I'm your daddy now."

"Oh, fuck," I said, as much from what he said as from the tip of his cock entering my anus.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Then have some more." Reg inserted about another inch of cock and started rotating his hips. The stimulation of my hole was like nothing I'd experienced before.

"Tell me you're a faggot," Reg said.

"I'm a sissy faggot for you, Daddy. Please give me more of your cock."

And he did. He thrust the rest of his organ deep into my ass. He thrust inside me for a matter of several minutes and we were both breathless and moaning when he needed to back off a little. He leaned back, supporting himself with one arm behind him. His cock was still pushing in and out of me, but now he had a free hand on my lubricated cock. He jacked it with powerful strokes and between his dick in my arse and his hand on my prick, I was in heaven.

"Now, little sissy faggot, why did you get me drunk last night?"

My heart skipped a beat. Did he know my plan?

"Daddy, I got you drunk so I could suck your beautiful cock."

"I thought so. So, you admit it. You love Daddy's cock."

"Yes, Daddy. I love what your cock is doing to me. You're turning me into your sissy faggot whore for all time." When I said it, I meant it. Would that exchange make the director's cut of the blackmail video I was making? Even I wasn't sure.

"Okay, then. It's time for us to come."

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Please make me come!"

Reg's hand began to piston up and down on my cock with great speed. He was still leaning back and fucking me slowly. I don't know which sensation drove me crazier. Just when I felt close to coming, Reg stopped jerking me off, but he adjusted his position so he was once more on top of me and fucking me at speed, deeply and desperately. His face was over mine and we locked lips once more in a share passion. His hairy belly rubbed back and forth against my erection and to my amazement, that stimulation was enough to throw me over the edge.

"Oh, fuck! Daddy! You're making your sissy faggot come! It feels so good!"

Reg groaned back that he was going to come soon too. "Your ass feels so good!"

As he neared completion, Reg and I looked into each other's eyes and I told him he could come anywhere in or on me he wanted.

"I'm making your ass mine, remember?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

He grunted and heaved himself hard into me for a dozen climactic thrusts, and my bowels were flooded with hot cum. He fell on me with all his weight and lay inert on top of me. For a moment, I was afraid he'd had a heart attack and died, a fear only dispelled when he spoke.

"You are the best sissy faggot whore in the world."

I was breathless from our exertions but I laughed. As his softening cock slipped out of my ass followed by a tide of semen, I wondered how his attitude would change when I showed him the videos that proved he was a faithless husband to a woman whose vengeful side would exact a heavy toll in the divorce proceedings.

Honestly, he was such a good fuck that I was almost considering not using my leverage against him, but then I thought of the summer ahead and all the drinking and screwing I wanted to do with my friends, all the concerts I wanted to go to and clubs I wanted to visit, and I knew I was going to cash this ticket. I couldn't help myself.

That would be tomorrow's worry. Today I would download the damning footage and edit it into shape to show that my stepfather took advantage of Mommy's innocent little boy in the worst betrayal possible.

I gave a shove upward at my erstwhile lover and his cock brushed against my ass again. I felt it swelling against me and I knew we were going another round soon. His appetite was surprising but not upsetting. As we rolled into a new position and I mounted his erection and began to ride him, I thought I might as well make this amicable season of lust last as long as possible. After all, at this time tomorrow he might be ready to throttle me to death if I didn't have insurance to guarantee his good behaviour.

I was determined to enjoy myself this summer and I had made a good start of it. Only time would tell if I had embarked on a wonderful journey or the biggest mistake of my life.