I cooked tea for Joe as he sat there looking a little embarrassed. I just wanted him out of my house now. Besides, my mind was on his brother and how I could get at him.
"What are you going to do about Freddie and her?"
"That doesn't concern you, darling, and keep your mouth shut. I want you in bed after tea."
He looked at his watch.
"I know it's early but you won't be disappointed. I'll come up and tuck you in, but I have to make a few phone calls first. Now move your hand so mummy can see."
I smiled down at his little stiff cock sticking out of his trousers. At just after 9 he went up to bed.
"Hi Freddie, Amy here," I said, brightly into the phone.
"What do you want?" he grunted.
"I just want a little talk. Come round and see me on Thursday afternoon."
"What the fuck for?" he snapped.
"Please don't swear at me darling, after all, I'll soon be your mother," I said sweetly.
"The fuck you will. I know all about you tricking dad. He'll see through you soon. He might be caught up by what a babe you are, but when his dick lets go he'll soon kick your ass."
"Oh, I'm a babe am I?" I said, with a chuckle.
"You don't fucking get it do you? I've got a friend who knows what you are playing at."
"Oh is that right? Now you listen to me, I love Harris, and you are going to accept me as your stepmother, the sooner the better."
Now he laughed at me. OK, he could have his little victory, but just for a few seconds!
"Fuck you, slut!" he snapped.
"Oh I bet you would wouldn't you. I bet you are getting a little fed up with her now. She's getting on a bit, what is she now, 50?"
The line went quite for a few moments.
"Now you get your ass round here Thursday afternoon, or I show daddy the pictures of you and Mandy."
I closed the phone even before he thought of an answer. I poured myself another wine and left the phone to ring for ages. Finally I picked it up.
"Amy? Look, don't do anything stupid. If dad sees those photos he'll go crazy."
I just loved the panic in his voice.
"So you'll be round here on Thursday then?"
I heard a big sigh.
"Yeah, OK," he mumbled.
I finished the rest of my wine and went up to Joe's room. He was already in bed. I stood over him watching his little red face. I grinned as I trailed my finger over my nipple ring that was hidden under my blouse. I moved forward, and watching him gulp as I jerked back the quilt. I smiled at his hard cock. I took my stocking from his hand and he stiffened as I trailed it over his cock head.
"Do you like that?" I asked, in a whisper.
He nodded, and I smiled down at him.
"Can I see your nipple ring, a, again?" he asked with a stammer.
I lifted my top up off my tits and he gasped.
"Are you a virgin?"
He nodded.
"Put the stocking on your cock and wank," I whispered.
"Can I, can I fuck, you?"
I shook my head telling him no. He fumbled with the stocking, feeding it onto his throbbing cock.
"My pussy belongs to your father. His is the only cock that goes there now. But, I guess, I could use my hand," I cooed.
I watched his red face almost explode. He groaned and thrashed about. I barely tugged him twice before his spunk oozed into my stocking. He was gasping and jerking around. His back arched way off the bed, as I pulled him harder.
"You're fucking beautiful," he panted.
"So, you like your new mummy then?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," he gasped.
I watched him slowly regain control of his breathing. I kissed his forehead and he even gasped at that!
"Amy, I promise I'll never tell anyone about us," he said, as I went to the door.
I grinned back at his excited face.
"Darling, I only tucked you in. It's not my fault I made a mistake and grabbed your cock instead of the sheet, is it now?"
He shook his head and grinned again. I winked at him and closed the door behind me.
"One son down, one to go," I mumbled to myself.
I was now turning up for work on Harris Silver's arm! People looked and stared, some with smiles, and some in shock. I suppose they were all just jealous because Harris had picked me. I was by his side where I was meant to be, and I loved it when people stared. I kissed his cheek, and then he went into his office. One day soon when I was his wife, he would have to get a new secretary. But I would do the interview. I didn't want some little bimbo with ideas above her station now, did I?
So there he stood in front of me, my stepson the one who was shagging Mandy. I dropped the photos on the kitchen table.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't show these to your father?"
"Go ahead, see if I care," he said, staring me in the eye.
"OK, then give me one good reason why I shouldn't show these to your mother?"
I watched him look down at the photos. He swallowed a little, and I could see his mind racing.
"Would you be that cruel?"
"Let's just say, if you accept me and we get on, you won't have to find out."
"You really are a scheming bitch," he snapped.
"No, I love your father and he loves me. Soon I'll be his wife. I'll be your stepmother. All I'm asking is that we get on. Mandy was using you to get back at Harris, she loves him, but I got him first, so we should try and get on."
"I'm not stupid. I knew she was trying to get him."
"Then we have a deal, be nice to me, and mummy doesn't get to hear about you fucking your dad's ex fancy woman."
"What have you done with mum's portrait?"
"I've put it in storage," I said, moving towards him.
I looked up into his cold blue eyes.
"You know, you and I could be real friends if you wanted. I like you better than Joe. I want us to be best friends."
I watched him gulp as I put my hand on his chest.
"Those pictures are a little strange, the way you are holding her down. Is that what you like?" I asked softly.
I moved my hand up to his face and he grabbed it away. He held onto my wrist squeezing it tightly. I let out a little whimper as he forced my hand down. He gritted his teeth and pushed further until I was down on my knees.
"You're hurting me," I mumbled.
