My stepmother is a BITCH!

There! I said it! And fuck, it felt good!

An extremely beautiful big titted bitch but a bitch all the same.

Hello all, my name is Warren, everyone calls me ‘Rabbits’, of course, and I’m a nerd.

I’m a pudgy 19-year-old undergrad, or at least I was. An undergrad, I mean. I’m still pudgy.

I stand barely 5 ft. 8 in. tall (173 cm) and weigh close to 185 pounds (86 kg.). I have lank mousy brown hair that falls over my eyes, zits and thick glasses. I’m nothing to look at and have not much going for me.

Oh, I’m the guy to see if you want your quadratic equation solved, help with your calculus exam, or need your boss’ computer hacked. But otherwise, nobody even looks at me.

The jocks pick on me, and the cheerleaders laugh at me, all except Sara.

That’s what got me kicked out of Varsity. Sara is the lead cheerleader, but she is about to get kicked off the team for failing grades. So she asked me if I could hack in and change her grades for a look at her boobs. Of course, I could, but I got careless and allowed a backward bot to infect my computer. It sent the information to identify me back to the college, and the college expelled me.

I never did get to see Sara’s boobies.

My dad is a 60-year-old self-made millionaire.

“I left home at 15 with nothing and made myself a millionaire!” He would boast as he puffed his way through the last of his second pack of cigarettes for the day and sipped his way through his 14^th scotch. “I didn’t need a degree to do it!”

He won’t pay me an allowance. “Get a job,” he would sneer when I asked.

I can’t get a pension because dad makes too much money.

Mum left us 15 years ago. I think she was glad to pass as dad wasn’t nice to her at all.

I don’t really remember her. All I remember is that she had very warm hands.

I spend all my time playing Halo and C.O.D. on my PlayStation and X-Box.

My stepmother is Columbian and is over 30 years younger than my dad. Sofie Vergera, you may have heard of her. She starred in some minor Columbian TV show called Modern something or other. My dad saw her on TV whilst on a business trip to South America and immediately flew to Bogota to ask her to marry him and move to Australia.

She hates me.

If you look up ‘voluptuous’ in the urban dictionary, you don’t get a description of what it means. Instead, you see a picture of my stepmother! She has a pair of 40DD boobs, a skinny waist and a big ass. 40-26-38 are her measurements.

She doesn’t want to share what she imagines will be a hefty inheritance package with her husband’s first wife’s son. She thinks she will have many children with dad and wants it all for them.

I don’t have the heart to tell her she won’t be having children, or at least not with my dad! He got himself ‘fixed’ before he flew to Bogota. It’s his test. If she gets pregnant, she’s a money-grubbing cheater.

My stepmother jeers at me every time I venture downstairs. Pulling her dress or skirt up until it barely covers her knickers, she places both hands on the benchtop of the kitchen island and twerks her ass at me. She continuously flashes the bottom of her knickers as she does this.

“Ya, ya, ya!” She jeers as she shakes her ass.

It gives me a hard-on every time! I have to race back upstairs to my room.

You see, I have a secret. I’m incredibly well-endowed. Hard, and measuring from my pubic bone, I am 10.5 in. from the base to the tip of my penis. Not that anybody will ever care enough to want to see it.

Two days ago, my stepmother must have forgotten she didn’t have knickers on as she jeered and twerked at me. I glimpsed her hairy pussy and slit as she rocked her hips up in the twerk. I swear it looked like her slit was wet!

I devised a plan!

Sneaking downstairs without her seeing me, I poured some quick-drying glue onto the benchtop where she always placed her hands so she could gyrate her hips.

Clear liquid on a black-on-black benchtop is close to invisible.

Going back to the top of the stairs, I shut my bedroom door loudly, coughed, and then clattered down the stairs in my usual fashion.

As usual, my stepmother appeared miraculously from wherever she typically hides as I reached the kitchen. As planned, she placed both hands in the middle of the glue and began to twerk her ass at me.

I think it was the fact I didn’t immediately blush and run for my room that warned her. She tried to stand up but couldn’t as she was stuck fast!

My heart beating like a drum and my mouth dry, I walked over to her.

“Rabbit, I am ze stuck!” She said to me in her thick Colombian accent. “Help your mama, please?”

“You’re not my mother,” I said to her. “You’ve told me that often enough for me to know it by now.”

My hands trembling, I touched Sofie’s thighs. Her legs felt so soft and smooth under my hands.

“What iz it that you are doing, Rabbit? Sofie asked.

My chest tight with fear and anticipation, I placed more and more of my hands on the back of her thighs until I held the back of her thighs with both hands.

I was ragingly hard! I pressed my sweatpants covered groin against her big round butt.

Sofie felt how big my package was on her big round butt.

“You must not do zis, Rabbit!” She tried to sternly tell me. “It is forbidden between mother and son!”

“You’re not my mother,” I reiterated.

I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt and squeezed her big round soft butt.

She felt so divine! Not really knowing what I was doing, I lifted the hem of her dress higher so I could grab the elastic of her knickers. I knelt so I could have an eye-level look at her hairy pussy coming into view.

I thought I might have to cum in my sweatpants as I gasped with excitement as her fur-covered twat slowly appeared in front of my eyes.