Mom's Away Ch. 03

To be fair, before I pulled the rug out from under my stepfather, Reg, I lost count of the number of times I sucked him and let him throw loads up my ass. It hadn't really occurred to me when I conceived the idea of blackmailing him into an alliance against my mom (and for money, of course) that he would be a really good, hot fuck.

It was summer and I was out of school and dragging my feet on getting a job. I'd tired of listening to Mom drone on about my work ethic with Reg's full back-up support. I knew what I needed: Reg on-side and a steady cash flow to support my slacker lifestyle. Yes, I knew I was a slacker, but I also knew that when college was finished, there'd be no time to slack, just bills to pay. I wanted to live the good life while it lasted. Drinking and fucking. Music and movies. Friends and friends with benefits.

Then I remembered all the times I'd caught Reg looking at me inappropriately at the pool, or around the house. He always tried to hide it, but he never convinced me I was imagining things. I was willing to bet that he wanted a piece. I'd dangle my ass before him when Mom wasn't around and see if he bit. I'd record the whole thing and then threaten to expose him to Mom if he didn't do my bidding.

And that was the point that was fast approaching. With Mom away on a two-day weekend visit to NYC, I seduced him on Friday night, but with the art of video editing, it would look like he seduced me. In that first video, he took my mouth and then the Saturday Afternoon Movie was called "Tapping My Ass". Friday night's video in front of the TV was damning, but his topping of me Saturday afternoon would be beyond redemption to a shocked wife and mother.

But the pièce de résistance came with Saturday night's frolics.

After our little sex marathon session, we spent the rest of the afternoon around the swimming pool in the back yard. I could see Reg's arousal at seeing me in nothing but my swimming trunks. He didn't disguise his stares now. After several beers each, we were feeling no pain and the summer sunshine and fresh air had invigorated us after our earlier after-sex lethargy. It was obvious we were both horny again by the time the sun was low in the sky.

I had hoped this would happen because I had one more nail to put in Reg's coffin. When he slept after fucking me for a second time earlier that afternoon, I wired up one very special wireless camera to capture an occasion that I hoped would be more ruinous for my stepfather's standing with my mother.

When we went inside, I immediately stripped off my trunks and he took his off too, following me upstairs as I shook my ass in his face. He gave me a little slap and it felt good. It felt like I deserved it too, but it might be just the beginning of his retribution if he guessed what I was about.

He followed me into the room and I sat on the bed and waited for him.

"Here?" he said. I had led him to his own master bedroom.

"Yes," I said. "I want you to fuck me where you fuck her." That wouldn't make the video cut. It must seem like he led me here. I rolled over on the bed and propped myself up on all fours with my ass facing him.

He was uncomfortable with breaking another rule. Fucking your stepson in your wife's bed wasn't exactly Emily Post, as they say. But he looked at my quivering ass and weighed his lust with his conscience, as he had done previously this weekend. His zeal for my ass continued to outweigh his better judgement.

He scooped up a jar of lube from his bedside table. (Isn't that where everyone keeps it?) He lubed his cock and packed my ass with the jelly. Within minutes, he was fucking my ass at full speed in the marital bed. I knew it was an insult my prickly mom would never forgive him for. She'd take him to the cleaners for this if she ever knew.

His actual performance wasn't likely to endear him to her either. He continued with his trend of calling me a tight little whore, a sissy and a faggot. I'm not sure why he got off on that so much; maybe it was a closet dweller's fetish, but I was aroused by it too. He fucked my ass with gusto, coming after several minutes. I jacked off into a towel and we spooned for a while. He whispered endearments in my ears before falling asleep.

I was more alert and wakeful. With him dead to the world, I carefully removed the hidden camera and tiptoed back to my room. Once there, I downloaded the footage and edited it, trimming off the portions that made it look like I was inciting Reg to fuck me. I let it play through the frantic ass-pounding and cut it before I turned over and jerked myself to orgasm. It looked like I was a toy for Reg this way and not like I was enjoying being his sex-slave.

I reviewed the edited Friday and Saturday footage together and when I was fully satisfied that I had what I needed, I uploaded a back-up to my protected online storage. It wouldn't matter if Reg rampaged and shattered my phone or my laptop. The videos were beyond his reach. Only one thing remained to do. Ensure that Mom could find it if everything went south. I wasn't really nervous that Reg would kill me or hospitalize me, but I knew I was playing a hell of a game with a closet case who had everything to lose by being outed this way. I was counting on Reg's fear of exposure to push him my way, but I couldn't discount the risks.

The next morning was Sunday. I went into Reg's bedroom (Mom's bedroom!) and cuddled with the handsome older man, thinking maybe I'd let him throw one in me one last time when he woke up.

To my surprise, he was already sitting up, fully alert.

"Good morning," I said.

"We need to talk." Reg's voice was carefully modulated. His voice was full of phony confidence and false assertiveness. He was sweating. No surprise. His body was fully covered in pyjamas.

I sighed. So much for that last friendly fuck.

"Yes, we do."

"Your mom will be home tonight. She can never know what we've done. It can never happen again."

"Well, about that..."

I was very calm as I stated my position. I advised him that I had recorded all of our encounters and I explained why each video in the series was more fatal to him than the last. I predicted her likely response to being cheated on by her husband with her own son given her fiery nature, her sense of propriety, her vanity and her pride. I showed him the videos on my smartphone. He watched them all the way through as if looking for a moment that might redeem him. He saw what Mom would see: a closeted homosexual seducing an innocent young man in his trust. I warned him that he could destroy all the copies of the videos he could find; I had back-ups everywhere, and I had one hidden where Mom would find it if anything happened to me.

Emotions flickered across his face as he watched the videos. Anger burned brightly, dulling to shame and finally he turned the colour of ashes. That was fear.

I tried to conceal my triumph. It was too early to count my money until the video playback concluded. He looked at me with the most hurt look I'd ever seen on his face.

"Why did you do this to me?" he asked.

I was a little taken aback. I felt cruel. My conscience flared up for a second, but I suppressed it. I had a plan and I had worked for this. Reg had had his fun. It's not my fault I enjoyed every minute of it too.

"Nobody made you fuck me, Reg. Now, take your medicine. Don't look so down. You still have a way out."

Reg sniffed. I thought he might cry.

"What do you want?"

"Money, of course. And someone on my side in this house when Mom comes down on me."

"Money. How much?"

"Not that much. Just enough to keep me going through the summer." Or summers, I thought. I might be able to milk this for years. "Enough to buy drinks and go to shows, things like that. I don't expect a sports car or a boat."

Reg nodded. Honestly, I think that was the smartest thing I did. My idea of spending money was chicken feed to Reg. He wouldn't miss it as long as I kept the demands reasonable.

"Second, I want you to take my side in arguments about me getting a job. You'll help convince Mom that I ought to have the time off from my studies to recharge and live a little when I'm young. Sow some wild oats. That sort of thing."

"Okay."

"And one more thing. Your mouth and your ass are mine... if I want, when I want, where I want."

Reg groaned. I don't know if he grounded his masculinity in being the top. To me, gay is gay. Becoming my bottom bitch seemed like a big concession for him but he had caved to my other demands and he had no fight in him.

"Whatever you say," he mumbled. "Please just don't let anyone see those videos." He wasn't just thinking of his wife. He was worried about his professional persona. I hadn't even thought of copying his clients on his homosexual hijinks, but I let him imagine the danger was real.

"If you do your part, you're safe."

"Do you... do you... want me to suck you now?"

"I don't mind if you do."

I had entered the bedroom half-expecting to have my ass ploughed, so I was only wearing my boxers. I took them off and sat on the edge of the bed. He was still sitting back against the headboard of his bed. He stared at my swelling cock the way a mathematician might study a particularly difficult problem.

"It's not going to suck itself, Reg. Get off the bed. I want you on your knees before me. And take off those pyjamas. I want to see you naked."

My stepfather flushed crimson, but he obeyed, shedding his clothes and planting himself on his knees on the carpeted floor. I was surprised he didn't ask if I had the hidden camera running, and I wished I had, but I had removed it the night before for fear I wouldn't have an opportunity to pull it in the morning. It didn't matter.

"Okay, Reg. I can see it's your first cock. You know what helps? Affirmations. Tell yourself, 'I am a cocksucker' and really mean it."

I could see him running this thought through his head. Did I see his cock twitch?

"Say it out loud, Reg."

He hesitated. "Please..."

"Nobody is forcing you to do anything, Reg. It's just this or the consequences, right?"

"Okay. I'm a cocksucker... but don't tell anyone. Please."

"Good. Say it again and again."

"I'm a cocksucker. I'm a cocksucker. I'm a cocksucker."

"Okay, you've made your affirmations. Now make it true."

I'll give it to Reg: when he gave in, he gave in all the way. He leaned into my erection and took it gently in hand, the better to guide it into his virgin mouth. It was hot and wet. His mouth was watering for me. I was turned on and then I had a thought that amused me. When he was having his way with me, Reg enjoyed his dirty talk. I wondered how he would do with it now that the shoe was on the other foot.

"That's it, you little whore, suck it."

He flinched, with hurt or pleasure? What's sure is that he seemed to increase his effort on my dick. He had already figured out to cover his teeth with his lips, so he wasn't hurting me. I felt his tongue circling the helmet of my cock and I shuddered with joy. This was going to work out.

"C'mon, you sissy. Is that all you have?" I pushed him off my cock so I could see down the front of him. He had a raging boner. "So sucking cock turns you on, huh? Like a flaming faggot. You're getting a taste for it already. I'm going to use you so often from now on. It's going to save the household a fortune on paper towel. Back on that dick, cocksleeve."

Reg went back to work. I figured he'd been at it a minute. I consulted his bedside alarm clock to time how long it took for him to get me off.

"I'm going to take you out in the toolshed when Mom's cooking dinner some night and fuck your ass. I'm going to have my cock in your mouth every time her back is turned."

Reg worked harder for the win with every derogatory remark.

Finally, after I called him a sissy cocksucker and told him I would bring my male friends over to use his holes and I'd let them take videos, Reg leaned back and groaned. His cock propelled a silver streak across the side of the box spring.

"Face it, Reg, you're broken. You're my submissive little cocksucker and faggot for life."

Reg needed no urging to finish me off, and after seeing him come from being goaded that way, I came quickly. I told him to hold my cum in his mouth and to show it to me. He opened his mouth and showed me the bubbly mix my sperm made with his saliva.

Then I told him to call me "Daddy" with his mouth still full. He did it. We both felt like coming again, but neither of us could manage again quite so soon.

And that pretty much brings us up to the present. Mom came home that night as planned and was welcomed by the two loving men in her life. When she brought up the subject of me taking on a summer job, Reg intervened both in front of me and behind the scenes. I don't know what he said to her in private, but it must have been effective, because a month has passed and she hasn't brought up the matter again.

Reg has complied with my other demands as well. My cash flow problem has been solved and I've been able to keep myself in booze and my friends and I have partied heartily, going to all the shows and concerts and nightclubs we please.

As for Reg himself, my opinion was correct. When I blackmailed him into bottoming, I broke him as a top. Maybe he could still exert sexual dominance over Mom; I never ask about that. He can't get it up for my ass now. To get him hard, he needs my cock in his mouth or to be taking it from behind. Sometimes I take pity and give him a reach-around or tell him to jerk himself off as he services me.

So, it's all worked out remarkably well, really. And if I get bored with my fuck-toy, I really can bring my friends over to be treated to a well-trained cocksucker and asshole. The very suggestion still excites him to premature ejaculation.

I could charge my friends on a pay-per-use basis and pocket the cash.

I'd be doing him a favour really.