My dad divorced my mom for a slut half her age when I turned 18. Her name was Cindi Carter and she used to be a model when she was in her early twenties, but more recently she was just living off my dad.
Although dad pretended to like Cindi for her personality, I knew all along he only liked her for pussy and big tits. She was just was your typical blond bimbo slut whose interests revolved about shopping, clothes and whatever lame TV show was on network television the night before. The thought that I might have to share my dad's personal fortune with her made me want to vomit. Not to mention that she had tried to turn me against my own mother by saying things like "she didn't love him anymore". What a fucking joke. My father was one of the most successful property investors the city had ever seen and my mother was in total love with him despite the fact that he was always away traveling.
One night while Dad was in Shanghai for the second time that year and Cindi was attending her aerobics class, I was home in my room, smoking a joint and watching some pornos I bought in Chinatown. They were pirated discs that featured compilations of different scenes from old porns. The quality wasn't that great, but what could you expect for five dollars each?
Half-way through my fourth beer, a scene came on that looked like any other. A big stud with long hair, muscular arms and a ten inch cock was rubbing down some blond whore in the shallow end of a pool sunk in beside a Hollywood mansion. The Fabio lookalike turned the chick around to face the camera and I couldn't help to notice that she bore an unusual resemblance to a younger version Cindi.
The girl in the video was about 18, but her pout, thick, bee stung lips and blue eyes were unmistakably my stepmother's. Her 34C tits were hung in a rainbow bikini that matched the tiny thong that rode up between her ass cheeks.
The more the camera dwindled on Cindi, the more I could tell it was her. I turned up the volume as a barely legal Cindi reached for the guy's cock and swallowed as much of it as she could. The guy must have hated Cindi as much as I did, because he pounded her mouth like it was a pussy. I turned up the volume and could hear Cindi gurgling on his cock. I laughed out load when 'Fabio' turned her right around and jammed the full length of his cock up her asshole.
I ejected the disc and went downstairs to the living room. Cuing up Cindi's scene on dad's full 56 inch plasma TV, I waited for her to come home.
When she finally arrived about ten minutes later, I called her into the living room.
"I have to put my bags down! Wait a second!" She yelled.
I gave her a five minutes and called her again.
"I have to make a phone call!"
I turned the TV to cable and watched the basketball game as Cindi finished. About twenty four minutes later, I called her into the living room again and she arrived the snottiest look on her face.
"What is so important?" She asked.
"Look, I wanted to show you this disc." I said, pressing play.
Cindi looked at the screen. "Are you watching porn?" she asked, noting the pool, the Hollywood mansion and cheap video stock.
"Keep watching..."
"You better not be showing me porn you little creep!" Cindi hissed.
Suddenly her face turned cold as she recognized her younger self naked on-screen.
"Pretty cool huh?" I asked.
"Where did you get this?"
"Why? Have you seen it?"
"No. I never saw it. I don't watch this stuff."
I laughed. "It's pretty good. I only watched up to the part where your asshole got gaped, but I thought we could see the rest together."
"That's not me!" She protested.
"Really? Then how come you and her have the same mole on your back?"
"How dare you think that slut is me!"
"Well, she has the same voice, the same face and the same birth mark..."
She shuddered. She knew she was in trouble.
"Your face is turning red."
"Please Robbie..."
"I want you out of the family."
"What?" Her eyes lit up. "No way!"
"Divorce my father. Just say it was a mistake to marry him."
"No!" She pleaded. "I love him!"
I turned to the screen. After "Fabio" had finished with Cindi's ass, he put it back in her mouth. I laughed immaturely. "Wow, you are such a whore! You look like you're enjoying that shit covered cock in your mouth."
"When your dad gets back from China, there's going to be hell to pay." Cindi said, putting a finger in my face.
"For you maybe. Dad's going to really love this. How many videos did you make?"
Cindi stammered. "Look... I... told you. That's not me!"
"Well then, I'll have to anonymously send this to dad so he can judge for himself. I'm sure he'll be interested in using his contacts to determine the exact identity of the actress."
"Please Jason!!! Don't do it! Don't give that tape to your father. I was a porn star, sort of- I did adult films while I was trying to get other modeling work. But, I don't want to model anymore. I'm 29. I'm too old for that lifestyle. Your dad takes care of me now and I take good care of him."
"He'll divorce you when he finds out you were a porn star, so you don't have to agree to divorce him now anyway."
Cindi tried not to cry.
I looked back at the video on-screen to catch her bobbing head pumping the anonymous guy's cock to a polish.
"You do that really well, Cindi." I said. "Do it to me and maybe I won't show dad the tape."
"No!" Cindi recoiled. "That's disgusting!"
I smiled. My teenage hormones were raging as I watched her as she considered her dilemma: Become a sex slave to me, or get divorced and lose her legal right to leech.
"Get undressed slut." I ordered.
"Robbie. Don't- Please..."
"Do it!"
I turned back to the screen just in time to catch her younger self get a face load of cum dumped on her nose.
"Please Robbie... I just want a normal life..."
"Take your top off and suck my dick cunt. I won't ask you again."
After a long moment of hesitation, Cindi pulled her shirt up over her head. Her large breasts were barely contained by her black lace bra. They looked even fuller than they appeared on the video.
