I was only 4 when my mother divorced my father, and took him for everything he had; she even got full custody of me, and refused to let him visit. She then went on to have a string of failed relationships. Most of the men she dated were jerks, and treated her like crap; but two of them treated her right.
She married the first one when I was 12, and he moved in with us. But it quickly became apparent, that even though he treated my mom well, he was not a good person; the last I heard he's still in jail.
She met the second one when I was sixteen, and married him a year later. He was a lot older than her; she being 36, and him being 70. But he treated her right, so it didn't bother me. He treated me like a princess.
But, it turns out, I was anything but. By the time I graduated high school, I had quite a reputation. My mother was none the wiser, believing me to be every bit the princess that her husband treated me like. But by the time I started college, I began to suspect that he was starting to figure it out.
Then one day, when I was busy upping my grade in Economics class with a blowjob, my step-dad walked into my teacher's office to discuss my bad grade. I don't think it could have gone worse, as he shouted my name in shock at seeing me on my knees sucking off my teacher. At the same time, my teacher came, splashing my face, and open mouth with hot come.
He grabbed my arm, and yanked me to my feet, dragging me out of the office, come still dripping from my face, through the halls, and to his waiting car. He shoved me in the passenger's seat, and drove away.
I sat there in complete shock, afraid to make eye contact, but unable to not look at him, as his face was contorted in rage. He reached over, and I flinched, thinking he was about to hit me; and his face softened. He opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a box of Kleenex. "Clean yourself up." He said, offering me the box.
I took the box, not trusting myself to speak, and proceeded to wipe the sticky come off my face. When I was done, I looked over to see that he no longer looked angry, but instead looked sad.
We drove home, and I followed him inside, keeping my head down. "Go to your room; I'll talk to you later." He said quietly, and even though I was 18, I still obeyed him as if I was a kid.
I shamefully walked upstairs to my room, and closed the door. I sat on my bed, and began to wonder what was going to happen. I was so afraid that he would tell my mom what had happened, and that she would get mad, and they'd pull me out of school. I wasn't smart enough to make it on my own merit; I had coasted by on my looks, and trading sexual favors for grades and assignments.
I must have sat there for almost an hour before I heard the front door open. I looked at my clock, and saw that my mom was home from work. I could hear her and my step-dad talking downstairs, but couldn't make out what was being said. Then I heard a heavy set of footsteps making their way upstairs.
My door opened, and my step-dad stepped in. "I told your mother that you came home from school sick, and that you aren't fit to go with her this weekend; so get in bed, and pretend to be sick, or I'll tell her what really happened."
*This weekend?* I thought, as I quickly climbed under the covers, not bothering to change, and laid down. *What's this weekend?*
He turned off the light, and closed the door.
*The spa!* It hit me. My mom had booked a spa weekend for both of us several months ago, as a mother/daughter getaway. I had completely forgotten that it was this weekend.
I heard light footsteps coming upstairs, and closed my eyes.
They stopped just outside my door, and I could hear them talking.
"I just checked on her." My step-dad said. "She's lying in bed."
"Is she okay?" My mom asked.
"She'll be fine, but I don't think she can travel." He said. "I think she has a stomach bug."
"Oh dear." She said. "Maybe I should just cancel the trip."
"Nonsense, Honey." He said. "You planned this trip months ago, and were looking forward to this; you deserve a spa weekend. Besides, it's non-refundable, remember?"
"I know, but I feel bad leaving her here alone." She said.
"She won't be alone; I'll be here to take care of her." He said. "You just call your sister and see if she wants to go with you."
"But it's such short notice." She said.
"I'm sure you'll find someone." He said. "You should probably grab your bags and head out soon, in case you need to make a detour to pick someone up."
"I guess." She said.
"Don't worry, Honey; she'll be fine here with me. And you guys can have another spa weekend some other time; my treat." He said.
"Oh, Steven; you treat us so well. How did I ever end up with someone as amazing as you?" She said.
"I'm the lucky one." He said, and then I heard them walking away.
I laid in bed, listening to the sounds of the house for about another hour, until I heard my mom's car drive off.
I waited another fifteen minutes before getting out of bed, and quietly heading downstairs. I found my step-dad standing in the living room, starring out the window.
"Um..." I started to say, but shut-up when I realized that I had no idea what I was going to say.
