A Step Mothers Revenge

A Step-Mother's Revenge

By Ghostwalker

(With input by

TheIrishLass)

This story is like many others out there... or maybe not. You decide.

It started before I was even born. In fact, it started before I was even a 'twinkle in someone's eyes' as the old saying goes. My mom and dad were neighbors in a rural area of the South-west... that is if you consider the person living 20 minutes away your neighbor. Their parents, my grandparents, did everything together; picnics, bar-b-ques, vacations, you name it. So, it only seemed natural that my mom and dad were close. Close enough to share many 'firsts' together; a first date, a first dance, a first kiss, and... well, you get the picture so it wasn't too surprising when they announced they were expecting their first baby... me.

Mom was 18 at the time and dad was 19. He'd graduated from high school and would be attending a local college for horticulture, no surprise there, so there was a small 'shot-gun' wedding and mom moved in with my dad's parents. She, instantly, fell into the daily routine and seemed to enjoy the life that she and my dad were building. By the time I was 3, they had saved enough money that they were able to build a small, but very comfortable, house on a section of land that my grandparents had given them as a Wedding present.

Everything seemed perfect until I turned five. That's when Mom disappeared. Dad, my grandparents, my extended family, the local sheriff, the state police, and even the FBI got involved in the search for her. Three days after she disappeared they found her car in a ditch about 40 miles away. Her purse, the car keys, and even the groceries she'd gone to pick up were still in the car... everything EXCEPT my mom. They continued the search for almost 3 weeks before they slowly pulled their staff to other cases but Dad never gave up, he continued to follow up on 'supposed sightings' and 'possible leads' for years.

Time slowly moved on but Dad stayed single saying my mom was his 'one true love'. It wasn't until just after my 15th birthday that things started to get really 'tense' in the family. That's when both sets of my grandparents started pressuring my dad to remarry, insisting that I needed a mother. At first, my dad resisted but over time he gave in and started dating. Nothing serious of course, that is until he started dating my mom's sister, Alison. Suddenly the whole family was 'up in arms' again saying how he couldn't date her and how wrong it was. The problem was, the more they told him he couldn't the more he, or rather they, did. You see, Alison was kind of the 'wild child' of the family. She'd gone off to college on the West Coast, gotten in trouble with the police (though nothing was ever said about what kind of trouble), and been somewhat forced to come home. In other words, she was almost the total opposite of my mom in every way.

'Ali' stood 5 feet, 9 inches tall while my mom had stood only 5-foot, 3 inches. Ali's hair was the color of wheat in the Fall while my mom's was a soft, almost mousy, brown and Ali's eyes were dark-blue like a deep pond while my mom's had been charcoal gray. But the biggest differences between the two were their bodies, their age, and well... Mom had been slender almost to the point of being 'boyish' while Ali's body was full and curved and Mom had only been 2 years younger than Dad, Ali was 11 years younger which only made her only 5 years older than me. The final difference was their 'sexual appetite' shall I call it. Mom had always been, or at least seemed, to be much more reserved when it came to the 'relations' between her and my dad... not so with Ali. It was nothing unusual to hear the headboard slamming against the wall that separated our rooms several times a week or to hear her moaning or crying out. Another difference was that, except in the bedroom, my father treated her more like a daughter than a wife. No hugging, no kissing in public, nothing.

To say it was a 'challenge' for a 15-year-old, whose hormones were constantly raging, would be an understatement. More than once I found myself fantasizing about her... and me. I dreamed about what it would be like to feel her lips against mine, her body pressed against me, and... I don't think I need to say anything more about that at the moment.

Maybe because were so close in age or maybe because we shared so many of the same interests Ali and I bonded quickly and, to be honest, I found it hard to call her 'mom'. She was always very loving and caring towards me but after a few months, I could feel there was something missing between her and my dad.

It wasn't until just after my 18th birthday that my dad announced he was filing for divorce. That night he called Ali and me into the living room. He admitted that although he cared a great deal for her, my mom was still his 'only true love' and being around everything that they'd built together was too much for him so he was moving to the East Coast for a new start.

Ali was devastated. Her face turned a pasty-white and tears ran from her eyes like a leaky faucet. Other than that she sat totally speechless.

I can't say the same for myself. "WHAT THE FUCK?! You raised me, married her, and now you're gonna leave both of us?! THAT'S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT!!"

"I'm still your father, young man!"

"REALLY? You're not acting like it right now. All I see in front of me is someone who's about to cut and run."

Dad fell silent as he seemed to think about what I'd just said before looking at me and replying, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am running away but," he paused, "I just can't do this anymore. I loved your mother more than anybody else in the world. When she disappeared my life ended too. Sure I kept going but that was because of her. I knew she'd expect me to take care of you and move on in life but now that you're 18 the law considers you 'a man' so my part is over."

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Here," he answered, in a pathetic whisper as he handed me a packet of papers.

"What's this?" I asked, angrily.

"Everything. The property, the house, the savings account except the little bit I took out, everything that I own. It's all yours."

"And what about Ali?!"

He didn't say a word as his eyes dropped to the floor and he headed to the front door.

"You really are a son-of-a-bitch!" I yelled as he walked out, silently closing the door behind himself.

It was only then that I looked at Ali. She was staring straight ahead a lost, forsaken, and empty look in her eyes. I knew, instantly, that the plans I'd been thinking about to go to college that Fall would have to be put off, at least temporarily.

For the next several weeks, I watched as she slowly 'dwindled'. The sparkle in her eyes disappeared and her happy-go-lucky personality was replaced by something dark and depressing.

I tried everything I could think of to brighten her mood but nothing seemed to work. It wasn't until I overheard her talking to a friend that began to realize what part of the problem was.

"... I know, Kelly. I shouldn't feel this way. But..." she hesitated. "Listen, Jake knew everything and I mean EVERYTHING. He knew about my life in L.A. He knew I'd been arrested and that I'd been a 'party girl' but none of that mattered. He gave me everything I needed. I mean he was fucking me two and three times a week, and sometimes a lot more, but now... nothing. I feel 'empty' inside. I'm so fucking frustrated and the only one here is Kyle."

I could vaguely hear the other person on the phone say something but was surprised by Ali's reaction.

"KELLY!!! He's my step-son for god sake. There's no way I could do anything like that. Besides I'm sure he has plenty of girls in school that would love the opportunity to fuck him so why in the world would he want to have anything to do with me?"

I heard the other person talking again and watched as Ali's cheeks reddened.

"I think I better go. No, you didn't get me upset but the idea of Kyle and I..." she left the rest unsaid.

"I'll talk to you later this week. Bye." And then she hung up.

An idea slowly began to form in my head as I silently moved away a few feet and made a point of calling out before coming closer. "Hey, Ali. I was thinking of taking a trip to town to see a movie tonight. You wanna come too?"

She was still sitting at the kitchen table when I rounded the corner.

"I dunno," she replied. "What about your friends?"

"They're all getting ready for a big 4th of July bash."

"What about you? Aren't you planning on going?"

"Nah. I was seeing Jenny for a while but she's hanging around with Tim since they're both going to the same college in the Fall."

"I thought you were going too?" she asked as she gave me a questioning look.

"Yeah, well, that kinda changed when 'the asshole' left."

"KYLE," she said, reproachingly, "He's still your father."

"He may have been responsible for my birth but after what he just did to yo..." I faltered, "... us. He's no father of mine."

She didn't say a thing for a few moments. "We'll see," she finally replied. "Now, I need to get back to cleaning up and getting rid of a few things your da... 'the asshole'," she giggled, "left behind... and if I remember you need to finish with the barn and work shed."

"Okay. It's a date," I blushed, "I mean, a deal," I yelled over my shoulder as I almost ran out the door.

I don't think I've ever cleaned the barn and straightened the work shed so fast in my life. "Where's my beautiful step-mom?" I yelled out as I entered the back door.

"Up here," she replied from her bedroom. "Get washed up and dressed. I figured if we're gonna go to a movie we might as well make a night of it and go out to dinner too."

My heart skipped a beat as I thought of just the two of us spending time together doing something as intimate as a dinner out. I took the stairs two at a time and quickly jumped in the shower. Afterward, I shaved (for the second time that day), put on a little aftershave, and got dressed in a gray button-down shirt, black dockers, and my best 'Cowboy boots' before I headed downstairs to the living room to wait for her.

A few moments later, I heard her coming down the stairs. I turned planning on jokingly saying something about her taking so long but froze in place, my mouth hanging slightly open.

She was dressed in an asymmetric white blouse that hung down below her waist and covered her left shoulder almost to the base of her neck while leaving her neck and shoulder on the right side completely bare. The sides were held together with an 'X' pattern of lacing leaving it partially open and exposing the slightest hint of a deep-pink bra. Under that, she wore a knee-length, charcoal skirt with a slit up the right side that revealed her long, toned leg. A 4-inch wide suede belt encircled her waist highlighting her curves while a pair of black 'Cowgirl' boots added to the allure. To top it off, she wore gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace that hung down under the blouse and I imagined into the cleavage of her breasts.

"Ready when you are," she said, non-nonchalantly.

"Yeah... sure," I stammered as I opened the door for her.

"Such a gentleman," she chuckled.

It was lucky she had no idea what I was thinking at the moment which was anything but 'gentlemanly'.

When I held the car door open for her I was shocked to see that she was also wearing a pair of stockings and a garter belt. My cock lurched at the sight and I had to fumble with the front of my pants to get it settled as I moved around to the driver's side of the car and got in.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah fine," I mumbled.

"If you don't wanna do this we don't have to."

I quickly started the car and began driving away before replying, "Too late now."

For the better part of the next hour, we drove and talked, and drove some more before she pointed out a restaurant and told me to pull in.

"Why here?"

"I didn't feel like anybody seeing us going out like this... you know how people talk."

"Yeah, I understand," I answered as I pulled into the parking lot. Once I'd stopped the car I came around to her side and and held the door again, hoping for another glimpse of her stocking-clad legs.

She twisted slightly in her seat causing the material of her skirt to pull up not only revealing the stockings and garter belt but the slightest glimpse of a pair of deep-pink panties. I thought for certain she was going to be upset when she caught me gazing at her legs but instead, she smiled. "So, you like what you see?" she asked.

"I'd have to be blind or dead not to," I blurted out.

"Well, I'm glad you're neither of those," she said in a low, sensuous chuckle.

I felt my cock harden again as I blushed a deep shade of red.

She laughed, light-heartedly, as she slipped her arm in mine and led us into the restaurant. "I'm starving."

I ordered a medium-rare steak and a tossed salad with the house dressing. A small loaf of homemade bread and whipped butter was already sitting at our table.

"I'll take the same and... ummmmm... a glass of red wine. Would you like something to drink? After all, you're old enough now. (This was before the drinking age was changed to 21.)

"I'm driving remember?" I teased.

"In that case, I'll take two glasses of wine," she chuckled.

When her wine came I watched as she sensuously brought the glass to her lips and sipped on it. I barely stifled a groan that came from deep in my chest.

Sip-by-sip her wine disappeared and bit-by-bit she loosened up and I saw the old Ali return. By the time the meal was over she was laughing and joking and even being a bit flirtatious.

"We better get going if we're going to make it back to town to see the movie."

She pouted and replied with a slight slur, "I don't feel like goin' to a movie anymore. 'ave you ever been to a Honky-Tonk?"

"A couple of times," I lied since I'd only been to one once.

"We pashed one on 'da way 'ere. What da you say 'bout taking an ol' lady dancin'?"

I hesitated before answering. "I'd love to but I should warn you I don't dance very well."

"Don' worry 'bout 'dat."

The bar was like many others in the area; dimly lit with a blaze of neon lights advertising beer and various alcohols, a long bar with a cigarette-scarred wooden top and stools, over a dozen tables and chairs scattered around a dance floor, and, in this case, a live band playing Country or Rock and Roll songs. We easily found a table and I'd barely had a chance to sit down before she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor.

"Let's dance."

I soon found myself moving and swaying to the music as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Nothing, and nobody, else seemed to matter. We held each other as we danced to fast songs, slow songs, and sensuous, romantic songs and through it all, I felt my cock getting harder and harder.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I muttered.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes ablaze. "'cuz of dis?" she continued as she slid her hand down between us and rubbed the front of my pants.

"Ali!" I exclaimed as I pulled away.

"I think it's kinda cute," she muttered.

"Just what every guy wants to hear," I sighed as I turned and went to the bathroom. When I came back I found a guy all dressed up as if were a cowboy talking to Ali. The pressed shirt, barely faded jeans, and polished boots told me he was anything but what he was pretending to be.

"Come on, baby. I can do a lot better than that little boy you're with."

"I said 'No'," she replied, all traces of the slur I'd heard earlier now gone.

"You have no idea what you're missing," the stranger persisted.

"But I know what you're going to be missing," I said.

The stranger spun around, his fist pulled back as if he was going to try and hit me but I was quicker and grabbed the front of his pants squeezing as hard as I could.

"MOTHER FUCK!!!" he screamed as he collapsed to the floor.

Several other men, obviously friends of the fallen stranger, started towards me only to be blocked by the bartender and bouncer.

"Now, now, fellas. Is he really worth it?" the bartender asked looking at the guy withering on the floor.

The men continued to glare at Ali and me before one of them grunted, "I guess not."

"I think we better leave," I whispered as I took Ali's hand and led her towards the door into the parking lot.

The bartender simply nodded as we left.

The ride home was deathly quiet as we both thought about what had happened and we barely said a word to each other when we got home, instead heading to our own rooms.

Several hours later, I woke to the sound of soft moaning coming from her room. Ever so quietly, I tip-toed to her doorway.

Ali was stretched out on her bed, the covers pushed off, her nude body bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Her hair was spread across her pillow like a halo and her eyes were shut as her hands moved across her body.

"Mmmmmmmm... so good," she moaned. "Need you so bad. Ohhhhhhh... yessssssss," she hissed as a hand gently cupped her breast, kneading it; first squeezing and twisting it, then pulling and tugging on her nipple. "Ohmigod... feels so good. Ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh..." she said over and over. "That's it... play with my tits. Yessssss, I love the feel of your hands on me. Lick my nipple," she groaned as pulled her breast upwards.

Though I'd seen pictures of a woman's breast in different men's magazines hers seemed huge as the moonlight glimmered on it and I was amazed when she was able to not only lick her nipples but suck them into her mouth.

"Yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as she teased the nerve-filled nub. "So fucking good. So fucking horny. Mmmmmmm... need more, baby. That's right... lower... lower," she whispered as her hand ran across her stomach and over the flaxen-colored hair above her 'holy-of-holies'.

"Fucckkkkkkkkk," she sighed as her hand delved between the junction of her legs. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider.

Almost, instantly, I smelled the intoxicating, musky aroma of her womanhood.

"So fucking wet... arrgghhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she arched her back. "Do it... ohhhhhhhh... do it. Fuck me with your fingers. Push them deep inside of me. Owwwwwwww, so goooooddddd. More, more," she croaked.

I have no idea how but I suddenly found myself standing at the end of her bed my bare cock in my hand. What I do remember was my hand slowly running up the length of my shaft, teasing the nerve bed under the head before sliding back down. I watched in amazement as two of her fingers slid inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh... yesssssssss. Need this. Need to feel you," she muttered as her fingers slid in and out of her wet tunnel. "My clit... my clit," she moaned as I watched her take her thumb and gently rub it across the hypersensitive bundle. "Shhhhhhhhhhh. That feels so good. That's it... just like that. Slide your fingers in and out. Owwwwwwww... yesssssssss. So gooooddddddd," she hissed as her body trembled. "Oh god... oh god... I can't believe this. Ohhhhhhh... I can feel... owwwwwww... I'm cumming!! You're making me cum!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Look at me! Look at what you're doing to me. Pump your fingers in me... faster... faster... arrgghhhhhhh. Almost there, baby... almost. Ohhhhhh... Kyle... harder... ohhhhhhhhhhh... I'm... FUCK... CUMMMMIIINGGGGGGG!" she screamed.

At the same time, I felt my cock jump and my cum spew from the tip into the palm that I'd quickly placed over it. "Shittttttttt," I groaned.

Her body continued to bounce and thrash on the mattress until with one final tremble she collapsed. Her breathing was fast and irregular and the moonlight reflected off the sweat and womanly juice that now covered her body and inner thighs. "Yesssssss," I heard her mumble as I silently slipped from her room.