Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All sexual encounters are between characters 18 years of age or older.
Hello, I'm Reginold Dewon Jacson Jr., Reggie to most. I turned eighteen two weeks ago and I live with Don and Amber Timpton, in an all-white town, in middle America. I am the speck of pepper in the salt shaker; just wait and I'll explain everything.
Anyway, I'm eighteen and in high school. I have a near-eidetic memory; I never forget what I see, or hear, ever! My mom always told me I looked just like my dad when I was younger. I was born on Halloween, 2006, and my dad died in January 2007.
He was in Pararescue and was a PJ in the Air Force. Mom told me he and his crew were trying to retrieve a downed pilot's body when an RPG hit their helicopter, causing it to crash and killing everyone aboard. The stories mom told me about him and would make her cry every time she told them.
A drunk driver killed Mom in a car accident on New Year's Eve, 2022. A drunk redneck, who ran a stop sign, killing her instantly, all over fireworks for me broadsided her. If I hadn't asked for fireworks, she would still be alive.
Don was my mom's boss, where she worked at Timpton Engineering and Consulting, as a structural engineer for him. Somehow, he ended up with me when she died, and I have been living with him ever since. He was 'dating' Amber when I got to his house and only married her in the last couple of months. She's wanting a baby, but Don has a grown daughter older than Amber, and he's had a vasectomy that she didn't know about, so no babies for Amber, by him anyway.
Amber went to the doctor and got on fertility drugs, because she thought she was the reason she wasn't getting pregnant, and Don let her think it too. At first, I thought she was a gold digger, but the more I watched her, I came to realize he pulled a Jedi mind trick on her, or something, because she did whatever he told her to, without hesitation. I began researching on the internet everything there was about how she acted, and I concluded she was a submissive, and Don had no clue that she was.
Amber resembled a twenty-something Jessica Simpson and was a total airhead. Yes, she was a ditzy blonde, but she was sweet and fun to be around. Oh, I forgot to mention, Don is sixty-five, fat, short, and bald, while Amber is twenty-two and smokin' hot. I know he must use the hell out of the little blue pills. Good thing he has a lot of money and a big house, huh?
I can tell you I jacked off in the shower to Amber more than a few times, but I didn't do more than that. I liked Don after all! He's never done or said anything to make me believe otherwise.
That was until he had a problem with his laptop. He came to me and asked if I could see why it was freezing up so much, so he left it with me, and I began checking it out. One thing I noticed was that he had almost three hundred pages open in several tab blocks, along with dozens of folders.
I closed all the tabs and then started on the open folders, but one caught my eye. It caught my eye because I could see my mom's face. I maximized the folder and damned near threw the computer across the room. In the picture, my mom was nude. I closed the picture, and another opened behind it. This picture was of my mom on her knees, with a white cock in her mouth, looking up at whoever was taking the picture.
The very next picture was of my mom, covered in cum, standing next to Don. In the picture Don had a caption bubble above his head, and it said, "This Nig... bitch can suck the chrome off a bumper." I knew my mom wouldn't willingly be with Don, so he must have been using something to control her. I closed the folder and deleted it, because I didn't want that fat fucker jacking off to my mom. I closed a few more folders, and I took a break for a while.
I walked out of my room and Don was sitting at the kitchen island reading the paper and drinking a beer. I walked past him to go out to my truck and take a ride out to Don's land at the edge of town, when he asked me, "Is it fixed?"
"No," was all I said.
"How much longer are you going to need it?"
"A while longer; I don't know what you did, but you did something bad."
"When you get done with it, put it on the island."
"Okay, I'll do that. Right now, I have a diagnostic running on it, and it's going to take a few hours to complete. And since there's no reason to sit and watch paint dry, I thought I would go out to the property and run."
"Make sure you lock the gates behind you when you leave."
"Will do."
I wanted to make the fat motherfucker pay. I hadn't gotten more than a couple of blocks from the house when I had a thought and turned around to go back to the house. When I got back, I hopped out of my truck, a 2023 black crew cab Z71, and ran inside to grab a couple of things. As I went past Don, I told him, "I forgot my earbuds." I ran upstairs, and into his and Amber's bathroom, to strategically transfer equipment to an alternate location--well, in this case, a few pills into my pocket.
With the pills in hand, I went back to my truck and headed for the property. When I got there, I went straight to the old cisterns. The cisterns were where I set up my medical herb-growing business. I needed money for things, especially, since I didn't get enough from Don to do the things I wanted to do, so I set up my grow down in the cisterns. I had one solar battery bank to run the L.E.D. ultraviolet lights and water misters for the herbs, with another one for everything else.
The cisterns were huge, seventy feet across and thirty-five feet high, and there were two of them side by side. I don't know who built them, but whoever made them used steel-reinforced concrete. The two cisterns were connected by a thirty-six-inch pipe, so I had to trolley myself back and forth between them. I had put up Mylar on the roof to keep the thermal footprint as small as possible. I also had a lab where I could mix a batch of pills that are part fertility drug, part prenatal vitamins, and part female Viagra.
I made the first batch strong as hell, since I needed to see if they would work in a couple of days. The next batches would be tailor made for what I needed them for. It took me three hours to make the batch and put them in the capsules. I would try it on Rita, who owed me money for my herbs. I knew Rita's husband, Ralph, was out of town, working offshore for the next three weeks, so I was good. Rita called as soon as I pulled into my driveway, it seems she knew, when I was gone for that long, what I was getting.
I walked over to her house, and as usual, she asked if she could pay me when her husband's check got deposited. I gave her one of the pills I made and had her try it. She didn't even hesitate, she just popped it in her mouth and swallowed it dry. It would only take a couple of hours for it to hit her, and when it did, she was going to be horny as hell. The other ingredients would take a couple of weeks to build up and start working.
When I got back to the house, I could hear Don and Amber arguing over something, so I crept closer to their door and listened in.
"I have to go, it's a big job, and lots of money is on the line," Don told Amber.
"You're leaving now, and when will you be back?"
"After Christmas, maybe after the new year, I don't know."
"The fucking new year, you're going to leave me alone here with him that long?"
"That's enough, Amber. You'll be fine with him. I've heard enough," and she went quiet.
"Well, shit, that gives me plenty of time to get even with the fat fuck and claim his wife's pussy," I thought to myself as I walked back to my room.
I sat down and continued to investigate Don's computer again. I found some very nice pictures of Amber in her bikini. Fuck, is she hot! Oddly enough, there were no nudes of her, though the bikini was extremely tiny and let me know she was as smooth as a wood floor down there. I copied Amber's pictures over to my phone and locked them away for later. After looking at files for a while, I found one with my name on it. What was in it pissed me off almost as much as seeing the pictures of my mom.
