Mom's Away Ch. 04

At first, having my stepfather at my beckon call for sex was a lot of fun.

I took him in my mother's marriage bed and in nearly every room of the house. I often fucked him in the toolshed when Mom was making dinner up at the house. We went golfing together as far as Mom was concerned, but we were really thinking about another kind of hole in one. I made him suck my cock in a movie theatre.

I had won these privileges over a month ago. I spent a weekend in June video recording my seduction of my stepfather and bringing him under control with the threat of exposure to Mom for his infidelity and homosexuality. I wanted him to shift the balance of power in the household a bit into my favour by siding with me against my mom in the argument about me getting a summer job. I also wanted money and sex from him. It worked, but Reg was never the same after that. As a top, he was broken. At first, I enjoyed him as a pliable bottom, but it started to feel like I was fucking a sandbag. There was no emotion. He withdrew into himself.

In the meantime, Mom and I grew closer. Now that Reg was taking my side in the argument about me getting a summer job, her constant harping on the subject had fallen to the wayside. Instead, she commented how nice it was that Reg and I were spending more time together. One day, she asked me if I knew if anything was bothering her husband. She wasn't direct but she said he'd lost interest in things lately. I knew she meant in bed. The man was pouring all his sexual energy into me and my mom was suffering for it.

I started to feel bad and feel the consequences of my actions. After all, Reg himself was a pretty good guy. He didn't deserve this. I was slow to realize my blackmail plot had broken his confidence to the point where he was barely functioning. He'd taken a number of mental health sick days from work, which was not like him at all. He avoided Mom when possible. He continued to submit to my every demand but his despondency worried me. I feared that he might break further and confess all to Mom to free his conscience. That would put us both in a shit storm.

Eventually, I decided it couldn't go on. Something had to be done to restore his confidence.

On one of those sick days, while Mom was at work, I stayed home instead of going out with my friends and approached him.

"Reg..."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Reg, you don't have to call me that. It was one time. I'm not blackmailing you anymore. It's all over."

Reg, strangely, looked horror-stricken.

"No, please..."

"Reg, I'm not going to expose you. Don't you see that exposing you to Mom would expose me too? I can never tell her about what we've done and neither can you. It's all over. Thanks for your help with the arguments I was having with Mom, but now you can relax and sit them out. You can keep your money and I'll keep my hands off you."

"But... you're all I have left."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't think about anything except when we're together."

Oh, boy.

"I can't work. I can't have sex with your Mom without taking two Viagra and letting her be on top. I can't come like that anymore. When you fuck me is the only time I feel like I'm giving pleasure to anyone."

What to do? He was fragile. I'd already broken him as a top. I didn't want to break the man.

"Reg, you're her husband. You can go back to being that. Don't waste any more energy on me. I'll be okay."

Reg looked lost. I tried a different tack to make him feel good about himself. I stepped closer to him and said, "You're a very attractive man, Reg." I put an arm around his neck and massaged his chest with my other hand. "Let me suck your cock for a change."

I hoped to bolster his flagging confidence with flattery. To be fair, he was a very attractive man for his age. He was forty-eight.

Reg didn't know what to do. He seemed to be fighting an instinct to push me off and suck my cock. In the end, he let me fish his cock out of his shorts. I knelt in front of him and took the dick in my mouth. My moans were a little exaggerated, but I was aroused. Was Reg though? His cock remained flaccid while I polished his knob with my tongue and squeezed his balls gently.

"You have such a hot cock, Reg. I love being your little sissy faggot cocksucker."

During his seduction, Reg seemed to get off on calling me names like that. He hadn't done it since I broke him. I jacked him off saying more of the same.

Then I sensed a twitch in his cock. It was expanding in my hand.

"Call me a bitch, Reg."

"You're a little bitch," Reg said. It was more enthusiastic than anything I'd heard him say in a while.

"You're a little cock whore," Reg said as his member filled with blood.

"That's it, I said. Keep talking." I resumed sucking his cock, taking the bulbous glans in my mouth and ravaging it with my tongue.

Reg continued to refer to me by gay slurs. I know I wasn't exactly promoting respect for the LGBT community by encouraging him to use them, but this was just between us anyway and I wasn't offended in the context. In fact, it turned me on.

It was all I could do not to turn things around and take him by the ass and fuck him right there and then, but this was for Reg. It was all for him. He had his first boner in weeks without the aid of pharmaceuticals and he was getting serviced. This seemed to have a positive effect on his confidence.

"Oh, Reg, you taste so good! I want you to come in my mouth."

"You're a cum-eating cocksucker."

"For you I am."

Reg's load had been saved up for a while and when he ejaculated, he wobbled on his feet as if he was dizzy. His pecker shot load after load of thick semen into my mouth. I swallowed dutifully, looking up at Reg from my kneeling position. I had admiration in my eyes and he looked back at me warmly.

"Thanks, kid. I needed that. I'd take you upstairs for a second round, but I'm saving myself for your mom tonight."

I almost told him I didn't need to know that, but I backed off from that. He needed me to know.

When Mom got home from work, Reg had supper ready for all of us and he seemed chipper, much more like his old self. Mom was delighted and looked at me, wondering silently if I had done something to bring about this improvement. We never talked about it though.

As payment for my sins, I got to listen to the headboard in the next room pounding against the wall and Mom moaning for an hour straight that night.

The next morning, Mom left for work at the usual time, which was early. Reg and I went downstairs for breakfast at the same time. He was dressed in his work suit. Once we were in the kitchen together, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. I think it was the first time he initiated such an action on me. It turned into a long and passionate kiss.

"I've thought about what you said," Reg told me, "And I've decided you and I will continue to have sex. I can satisfy you both now that my sex drive is back. Just remember, you will be my little bitch, bottom-boy whenever I need you."

Well, the mission to restore his confidence seemed to have been accomplished, but now the tables were turning and I was at his disposal. Unlike him, I wasn't feeling a problem with it.

"Yes, Daddy."