I'll be the first one to admit, I didn't much care for my stepfather. Although I had recently turned eighteen, I still had a few months before graduation, and then after that I was seriously considering entering into the service for the simple reason of moving out and getting away from a man I despised and had always disapproved of.

Ever since they had gotten married, he and I had been at odds over nearly everything, which had also included a great deal of favoritism over his daughter who was a year older than I was, but thankfully was living on campus at a dorm he was also paying for, so I didn't have to put up with her crap as often as I did either.

And yes, I held some resentment against my own mother because of it, often taking advantage of that whenever I could because I knew deep down inside she too had thought this marriage a mistake, and had married Darrel "Dick" as I called him out of convenience and necessity even knowing that when she did.

But I'm not a total shithead either, though I know I often act like one carrying a grudge on my shoulder most of the time. I often found myself feeling sorry for my mother because she too put up with a lot of things she shouldn't have, but I had once heard her telling a friend over the phone that she'd made her bed, and now she had to learn how to sleep in it. So as far as I was concerned, "so be it" if that's what she wanted. But I certainly wasn't married to the man, nor did I consider myself his son, or stepson either.

And that was something else that irritated me as well. Mom was still a very attractive looking woman, and for the life of me I could never reconcile the fact that she could marry a balding pot gutted beer drinking idiot like Darrel Dick even though he owned his own business and made a lot of money, none of which I really ever saw as he wasn't very generous with his wealth when it came to me, though again, he could lavish his own daughter with a brand new car, informing mom that he had only done so because his ex-wife couldn't afford to do so, and that Karen needed transportation when she went upstate to attend college, his further excuse being that he wanted her to drive a safe and reliable car so that she could come down often enough to visit with us.

And maybe she did. But a BMW? I don't think so.

And as I said, mom really was an attractive looking woman, the one thing that "Darrel Dick" did admire and appreciate as she really was for him his trophy wife, so he saw to it that she always looked sexy, wore sexy clothes whenever he was around, bought her most everything, some of which she liked and did wear, others that she only wore around the house simply because she knew he'd go off on her if she didn't.

But this too became problematic for me. I couldn't help but look at and notice my own mother whenever I was around her, simply because of what she often wore, and worse, how damn good she looked whenever she did.

A year before, when I had started looking for a part time job in order to give me my own spending money, Darrel the dick had suggested I come to work for him, something my own mother even supported, once again adding to my resentment. The last thing I wanted to do was work for him. Bad enough that he bossed me around the house, telling me to do things that he was too damn lazy to do for himself was one thing, having to work for him, and getting paid at the bottom end of the scale was another. So mainly out of spite more than anything else, I took a job working for one of his competitors which added additional friction between us in the home, not to mention between he and my mother as well, but it was one of my few minor little victories and had a lot to do with what happened, and what suddenly became for me a way to get back at everyone, though I certainly hadn't planned it or even thought about it until the situation simply presented itself.

Because of my job and responsibilities at home, which I did do even though I did so reluctantly and certainly not cheerfully either, I had no time for dating, nor could I really afford to. I rarely went out even with my friends, had only dated a few girls, none of which I had grown or gotten close to, and certainly never brought home either because the two instances in which I had, Darrel the dick had also proven himself to be somewhat of a letch, ogling and fawning over my female friends to the point that it became not only awkward, but actually quite disgusting, and had even made each one of them so uncomfortable afterwards that we never went out again, which was another reason that word got around, further hampering my date-ability, and gave me even more reason for despising the man.

I had gone into work after school at the copy shop where I worked only to learn that the schedule had been changed and that I actually had the night off. Maybe this shouldn't have pissed me off, but it did. Had I of known, I would have made plans to do something, and now I actually found myself having to cancel plans which I'd made for the following Friday night as I'd be working now instead. Needless to say, I drove home once again irritated; my only consolation coming from the fact that Darrel Dick was out of town for a few days on business.

When I pulled into our street, I saw that one of my mother's friends cars was parked in the drive, once again adding to my ever worsening mood as that meant I'd have to find another place to park myself, somewhere along the street, which I soon did, but then forced to walk half a block back towards the house fully intending to give mom as well as her friend Michelle a very unfriendly stare when I entered.

Little did I know what awaited me when I started heading around the side of the house towards the back door. It just so happened that my room was downstairs in the finished basement area, as was one other guest room that Karen occasionally used whenever she came for a visit. The odd thing was, the light to that room was on as I glanced down and over towards it. Now being that the windows were below the level of the driveway, I actually had to get down on my hands and knees in order to look in. Though there were blinds on both my bedroom window as well as the guest room, the way they were hung allowed you to see in over the top of them. Curious, I dropped down to the ground peering in, and got the surprise of my life!

On the bed, there in the guest room lay my own mother and her best friend Michelle, they were both naked, and at the moment, had their heads buried between one another's legs.

Stunned, I could only sit there, my mind suddenly a blur full of surprise along with many mixed emotions. The fact that mom was actually laying there licking another woman's pussy was surprising enough, never in a million years would I have ever thought her capable, or even wanting in doing such a thing. I mean obviously she wasn't any sort of prude, or she'd never allowed herself to go out in public wearing some of the semi-revealing outfits that she had, but if she was going to fool around on my stepfather, which I certainly wouldn't find her at fault for doing, I hadn't even considered the possibility that she might do so with another woman, and Michelle no less, one of the few friends of hers I actually liked, and found very sexually attractive.

"Holy fucking shit!" I said softly to myself, struggling with the notion of charging into the house, surprising them, and demanding some sort of an explanation. Neither of which would have bought me anything, which is when I suddenly realized there was an entirely different option here.

I quickly ran back to my car, opened the trunk, and took out my camera's, one with a telephoto lens. One of my hobbies and one of the few things I enjoyed doing and was reasonably good at, was taking photos, and had been doing so for the school paper for throughout high school. Racing back to the window I was relieved to find the two of them still at it, though by now they had changed positions slightly with mom now laying on her back, comfortably positioned while Michelle snuggled up between her legs, still going down on her.

It was perhaps the first time that I could remember seeing my mother's breasts, though I vaguely recalled having done so when I was a kid, but long before they held any sort of interest for me. Now, seeing her laying there the way that she was, they certainly did. Like I said, mom was actually very attractive with dark shoulder length hair, which she always wore down at Darrell's insistence, which did make her look considerably younger than she was. But her breasts were also youthful in their appearance, even for as large as they were, flattened out against her ribcage only a little as she lay on her back, nipples wonderfully full, dark, and at the moment incredibly hard.

I quickly zoomed in on them with my camera, and began taking photos one right after the other, catching every detail, every movement, and every new position as they teased and played with one another for the next half an hour.

I sat there, fully erect, though I struggled with that only for a moment. For one, I was also getting a nice wicked little view of Michelle, a woman also married, though I knew very little about her husband. Two, I wasn't exactly innocent when it came to harboring inappropriate thoughts towards my own mother. Years of her dressing sexily, and provocatively around me had seen to that. And Three, I was watching the two of them together, two women who were obviously enjoying one another in ways I could only begin to imagine ... until now.

Having shot quite a bit of film and comfortably sure that I would have more than what I would need for my purposes, I sat back stroking myself, though doing so only for the pleasure of it, purposely refraining from allowing myself to orgasm. That would come later, though even the thought of that, and what I was even considering still held an edge of excited nervousness to it, this was after all my own mother, and how she would initially react just before, as well as afterwards was anyone's guess. But I knew once I had committed myself, there was no backing off. And even the thought of that excited me to no end!

After watching, and even hearing my mother orgasm through the closed window, they soon after dressed, re-straightening and remaking the bed. Even before they had turned off the light and left the room, I was already making my way back to my car where I sat and waited for a short time, finally seeing Michelle backing out of the drive heading home. I gave it a few minutes, and then drove home myself, though I shut off the engine as well as the lights as I coasted into the drive way.

Still not sure of what to expect, or even what I was going to do myself for that matter, armed with what I had, though I had nothing as yet to show her until I could develop the film secretly and safely at school, I entered the house through the back door, doing so quietly, and then stood there in the kitchen listening. The sounds of water running through the pipes in the house alerted me to the fact that mom was no doubt upstairs preparing a bath. Once again I slowly ascended the stairs leading up to their bedroom as well as the bath and stood just outside the closed door listening. I could hear my mother inside happily humming a melodic tune to herself as she fidgeted about, though I nearly jumped as a moment later the bathroom light was turned off, the brightness that had shown beneath the door suddenly growing considerably darker, though immediately replaced with an entirely different light, this one wavering, flickering, so I knew she had lit several candles, which I also now smelled as they began to give off a gentle scent of cinnamon and apples as I stood there outside the door.

I could hear the water still running in the tub, so I tried the handle on the door, though finding it locked which I had expected and anticipated. But this was certainly no deterrent to me, as I'd picked the lock before when Karen had spent far too much time in the bathroom, and I had done so, purposely surprising her, not to mention embarrassing her as she'd hogged the bathroom to herself for far too long than what was necessary, especially since it was the only other bathroom at the time.

It took only a moment, the water still running, masking the tiny click that I more felt than heard as the knob turned in my hand. I eased the door only partially, cracking it, peering in, and once again found myself being surprised.

I saw mom lying in the tub, she'd positioned herself beneath the faucet so that the running water fell, beating against her wide open split. She was far enough down inside the tub that I couldn't even see her head, it was obvious she hadn't plugged it, or she'd have been drowning herself by now, content to just lay there and pleasure herself this way, though I could and did see her hands and fingers holding herself open, her pussy lips parted decadently so as the water splashed, beating against her cunt.

My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, but I stepped in, quickly taking a seat on the toilet across from her, grateful she hadn't as yet noticed my entry, content for the moment to continue to watch her, not quite wanting to alert her as yet to my presence, waiting for what I hoped would be the perfect moment when I did.

And that moment, came but a few moments later when she started to moan and groan deeply, hovering on the edge of what I now knew to be yet another orgasm.

"Still horny are we?" I asked breaking the silence and revealing my presence to her.

I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so fast in all my life. For as little water as there actually was in the tub, as she suddenly shot back, sitting up, the water went with her, splashing over the back of the tub spilling out onto the floor, the look on her face wild-eyed, shocked, bewildered.

It was perfect, even better than anything I could have hoped for as she scrambled to find a way to cover herself with her hands, though even that for a moment was almost hilarious as there weren't enough arms and hands to cover everything at once as I stood up and made my way over to sit down on the edge of the tub looking directly down at her as she finally found her voice.

"Jake? What the fuck are you doing in here?" she now demanded, though she sounded far more scared, far more embarrassed than mad. The fact that she'd used the word fuck was interesting as well, as I honestly don't think I'd ever recalled hearing her use it before, until now.

"Didn't have to work tonight after all," I informed her, though even that at the moment didn't make any sense, or explain my reason for even being here, not at home maybe, but certainly not inside what had once been a locked bathroom, something I would never have done before, until now.

"What?" she said looking at me, still very confused, still very unsure of herself, though gradually she began to collect her senses as I continued to sit there on the edge of the tub looking at her, enjoying the fact that I was now making her extremely uncomfortable as she tried to hide herself, still failing with the shifting of her arms and hands.

"Got off early," I now added, and then smiled. "But obviously, so did you."

I truly have never seen my mother quite so flustered before. At the moment, I truly don't think she knew which end was up, and so I used that to my advantage, once again speaking to her, confusing her even more.

"That was pretty fucking hot mom," I said staring directly at her near-shaved pussy, the image already forming itself inside my head once again of her laying there, spreading herself beneath the spray of the water. "But not nearly as hot as watching you and Michelle licking one another, now that ... was really hot. Really ... really hot!"

"You ... you what?"

I could hear the edge of uncertainty and fear quivering in her tone of voice, so much so that she actually dropped her hands, now gripping the side of the tub in order to support herself as she sat there, no longer concerned with the fact that I could now see her entirely, unprotected of herself as she sat there looking like a deer staring into the headlights of a car as she did so.

"You really do have gorgeous tits!" I now added, not letting up, keeping her off balance. "Watching Michelle suck them sure made me horny too," I now told her admitting it openly. "And watching you sucking hers was damn fucking hot too, though I think what made me nearly blow my load was when you masturbated her hard little clit with your breast, now that's something I've never even heard of, let alone imagined two women doing before!"

I honestly think mom was on the verge of passing out.

"What is it that you want Jake?" Mom said finally collecting herself, though I could tell she was no where's near willing to gamble on trying to take control of the situation yet either, not until she knew more about what I knew at least.

"Oh, not much really, nothing to get too horribly upset over, unless you allow yourself to," I added, though I reached over simultaneously, touching the tip of her still hard nipple with my finger, causing her to flinch, which I'd half expected, though I'd also expected her to perhaps slap my hand away, or even take a swing at me, neither of which she did.

All she did was stare at me however.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh but mother ... I am! Very serious, and very horny! Watching you and Michelle doing one another, and then coming in here and seeing you getting yourself off beneath the faucet? You bet I am!"

Once again she just sat there looking at me.

"I can't, and you know we can't," she said weakly, "It's wrong and you know it!"

"Oh, and what you and Michelle were doing is different?" I shot back at her. She melted somewhat hearing that, her shoulders slumping, her grip not nearly as firm now on the edge of the tub as it had once been, but she wasn't about to give up ... or give in for that matter yet either.

"Maybe it was," she admittedly softly. "But that would be worse ... far worse!" she said once again steeling herself, raising her voice.

"Oh well, too bad," I said standing up, once again seeing the look of confusion in her face, though there was also a look of hopefulness that I was perhaps giving in, giving up and about to leave the room. "Wasn't asking for much, just a little relief, that's all," I said unzipping my fly, reaching in and boldly removing my hard stiff cock, which she now stared at with eyes as big around as saucers. Even I was surprised at my own boldness, though my heart was still beating a thousand miles an hour here, I had reached the point of no return, and there was no going back, not even now. So whatever happened from this moment on would have consequences associated with it, one way or the other.

"Jake," she said though her tone had softened considerably, her eyes still glued to my cock. I could tell she was trying to reason with me, though she was still struggling with how all this had even come to pass in the first place.

"No mother, you need to listen," I said interrupting her, shocking her with the sternness of my tone of voice, which she did, once again just sitting there looking at me, listening.

"Dickhead has all but ruined my social life, not to mention my love-life." I had never called Darrel 'Dick Head' in front of my mother before now, so hearing me do so once again put her on the defensive by the look on her face, though I continued on anyway. "But obviously, you have one, and one I am willing to bet he knows absolutely nothing about!" Which is when I told her about the pictures, that I had sat outside the window and took picture after picture of she and Michelle having such a wonderful time together downstairs there in the guest room.

This time I saw a look of pure fear crossing her face, once again calming her defiance, shaking her to her very core. She knew Darrel's temper, and she also knew because of their prenuptial agreement that he'd insisted on prior to their getting married, that should they divorce, he'd leave her without a damn dime to her name.

This time she slumped down into the tub, defeated, which again left me with mixed emotions though only momentarily. "What is it you want me to do?" she asked now resigned to do whatever it was I asked of her. She hadn't said that exactly, but I could see it in her eyes.

"Well, for starters," I began, "How about sucking me off?"

Though hesitant, certainly reluctant, I expected a half-hearted feeble attempt at best. She had reached out, grasping my cock pulling me towards her as I stepped over closer towards the tub, nearer her mouth.

"If we're going to do this, then we're going to do this," she told me. "Take off your clothes."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. But I began doing so as mom sat in the tub watching me undress. But I also noticed as I did so, that she lifted her hand and began toying with one of her nipples, making it hard once again.

I now stood entirely naked before her, something I hadn't done since I was a kid, and certainly never like this. Even the look on her face had turned different, there was a resigned expression to it yes, but there was also a look of undefined curiosity and wonder as well. Without saying another word, she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and began gingerly sucking it. I could feel the dance of her tongue tickling the supersensitive crown of my prick's head, something that I'd certainly not expected to feel, expecting as instead a once again half-hearted open-mouthed head fuck and nothing more.

The fact she was good at this, and seemed to be actually enjoying this, nearly brought me to my knees far too soon, and with far more pleasure than I thought possible as she did so.

Once again I reached out, thumbing her now very hard, very erect little nipple with my finger tip, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as I did so, her lips tightening even more pleasurably around the shaft of my cock, her hand gently cupping my heavy ball sack, kneading it with her fingers, as her lips slowly moved up and down over my shaft.

Though I had stood with my eyes closed momentarily enjoying the sensations that her lips, tongue and mouth was bringing me, I soon opened them, sensing movement, and was glad that I did, as I now watched, mom's free hand moving busily between her legs, frigging her clit. I marveled at how big it actually was, how stiff, hard and swollen it had become, along with the redness of her lips, which had also swollen, now puffy as they filled with desire, pleasure and need.

Normally I had pretty good control, could last quite a while most of the time, but I was already feeling the surge of intense climax beginning to run up the length of my shaft. As it did, I stepped back, forcing mom to release my prick, though looking back now, I'm not sure she would have done so had I not forced the issue. But through some warped sense of concern for her perhaps, some measure of mercy for not wanting to force her into an even more decadent act, though that very reason was unreasonable in and of itself already, I removed my cock from my mother's mouth just as it exploded. Even then, she reached out towards it, once again finding it, stroking it, and now resigned to jacking it, which she did as I continued to spray massive amounts of cream which she now directed against herself, bathing her beautiful luscious tits with copious amounts of my jettisoned spunk splashing all over them.

I staggered back, once again collapsing down onto the toilet seat. Mom continued to sit in the tub, the water still running, the only sound masking my breath as I fought to catch it. Looking at her, thick pools and gobs of fuck-butter running down between her tits, which she only then lifted her hand to catch, rubbing it into her breasts as I sat there watching her.

"You said for starters..." she suddenly spoke, "Now what?" There was a lusty edge to her words, not to mention the look in her eyes. I was a little surprised to see that, expecting her to take more of a resigned position, a defeated one perhaps even, but she appeared more aroused, obviously still excited more than anything else.

"I want to see you finish what you were doing before I came in here," I said adlibbing it. "I want to watch you get yourself off."

Once again she looked at me, nodding her head. "Ok, but I want you to get me something then," she said simply.

"Ok, what?"

"In the bedroom, my side of the bed, in the nightstand, top drawer..." she paused though she was already sliding back down in the tub, once again positioning herself beneath the pounding beat of the running faucet. "There's a pink dildo, it's hidden beneath some of my handkerchiefs, bring it in to me."

I didn't even think twice about it, dashing from the bathroom into the bedroom naked, already the renewed throbs of interest being felt in my dick as I opened the drawer, searching, though quickly finding the toy she'd told me about, never even suspecting that she had one. But there were others too, also hidden beneath the stack of delicates that she kept there, which I quickly took note of for another time.

Racing back into the bathroom, I handed her the life-like flexible toy prick, this time sitting down on the edge of the tub, watching her as she slowly began easing it into herself.

"Didn't even know you had something like that," I told her already caressing my somewhat flaccid cock.

"Well, up until tonight, there was a lot you didn't know," she told me.

"Touché'," I said in agreement with her.

"And ditto to that too!" she added with a moan as she finally managed to get most of the enormous fat fake prick inside herself.

Once again I watched as mom lay back in the tub, just an inch or two of water surrounding her, her legs propped up on either corner of the tub, spread, the water pounding against her cunt, which now held the majority of the pink prick sticking out of it.

"Play with my tits," she moaned though her eyes remained closed.

This time I didn't have to be asked twice about doing something. I repositioned myself, leaning over in order to do just that, but still maintain a stance where I could watch, watch her humping herself against the water, one hand still spreading herself, the other slowly working the fake prick in and out of her swollen puffy lips that sucked at it like she'd been sucking me earlier.

Her nipples quickly became marble-sized, her areola's scrunching up in a taut hard surfaced area that only helped to lengthen them as I rolled them between my fingers, somewhat pinching and pulling on them as I did so.

"Yes! Yes! That's perfect!" she moaned once again pleasurably. I continued playing with them watching her, watching the water pounding against her cunt until she let go of the dildo still deeply embedded inside herself, now reaching over, once again grasping my re-aroused, hard stiff cock stroking it up and down in perfect tempo with her own upwards humping motion against the faucets spray.

"You going to cum?" I asked expectantly, excitedly, seeing her eyes finally open, the words they spoke in doing so saying yes only a moment before she actually did.

My first clue that she was, was the grip she had on me with her hand. I felt it tighten even more forcefully, though she continued to stroke it, perhaps a bit more wildly, more rapidly in addition to that. The second however, was the deep moan unlike any other that I had ever heard before. It was guttural, long, and exploded from her depths just as the orgasm, which suddenly seized her as she thrashed and convulsed there down in the tub beneath me, once again splashing the bare few inches of water up and over the edge of the tub as she did so.

Her climax enough, to once again trigger my own, unexpectedly and without warning, though the amount of spunk my prick now produced was nothing in comparison to what I had earlier jettisoned.

Feeling the warmth of my fluid suddenly running down and over her fingers, mom sat up, almost as quickly as she had when I'd first surprised her, only this time, her mouth engulfed me, the next pleasurable explosions of my second glorious orgasm disappearing down the velvety smooth opening of her throat as mom milked, sucked and drained every precious little droplet.

"Jake, I told you I'd do whatever you wanted me to do, as long as no one ever found out, or got hurt because of it," mom told me. "But please ... please, not this!" she pleaded worriedly.

There had only been two classes that I had had to attend, coming home from school early, one of which had been my photography class, where I had quickly developed the roll of film I had taken, blowing several of the pictures up so there could be no mistaking who it was I had photographed.

"You're exactly right mom," I told her having already shown her copies of all the pictures I had taken. "You did say you'd do whatever I asked you to do, and as long as you do, no one else will be!"

I am sure that after our rather enjoyable session in the bathroom the night before, which mom would once again find herself back in control, at least to some extent, but that wasn't to be the case, which I quickly reminded her of.

"But Michelle's my friend!" She pleaded once again. "She'll hate me after this!" she cried almost desperately.