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."
