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..."
