Chapter 14

I woke up on Monday determined to turn over a new leaf—telling myself sternly that excesses of the last weeks were way over the top. Instead of going in to wake my stepmother, Sandra, I just called out “time to get up.”

As I mentioned, my stepmother was submissive. I was far too innocent to know what that actually meant. I was to find out the subtle power of the submissive.

She came out to the kitchen dressed in modest plain cotton white nightgown her hair in a ponytail. She looked like an innocent little girl, except that the gown was threadbare like it had been washed a thousand times. Her heavy tits swayed unfettered under the white cotton fabric. Stiff thimble sized nipples poked out.

She sat at the table and sipped her coffee like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

My good intentions dissipated like mist on a hot morning.

“Did you get to the favor that Jean asked you to do,” she asked when the silence stretched and vibrated like a guitar string.

“Yup, I did a little work for Mrs. Elderkin from church.” I debated telling her about the visit but immediately quashed the thought.

“I hope you were polite.”

“Oh, I was,” I switched to a stern face. At the sight of those tits my good intentions had packed their bags and left.

I remembered the other morning and threw caution to the wind.

“Sandra, we have to talk about you and your behavior of late.”

She looked up at me puzzled look on her face. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mister.”

“Well, you coming to the table dressed like that.”

She gave me an innocent look with shining eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Showing those big tits of yours.”

Sandra blushed. “STEVEN! Oh my God. What has gotten into you lately?”

“Walking around the house in with those tits wobbling to and fro in front of your innocent teen age stepson. I bet you have a naked CUNT under that gown.”

With every bit of dirty talking the wild lust inside of me grew.

Her face was red with shock, but her eyes grew shiny and avid.

She stopped suddenly as my words caught up with her. “What do you mean time around my church ladies.”

“I think the bunch of your group need to be fucked hard. Especially you and your naughtiness.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I don’t appreciate your filthy language. I’m going to go get dressed.” She stood up.

“Come here. NOW.” I pointed to the floor in front of me. “DO IT.”

“What on earth has got into you. What are you going to do?”

I said suggestively. “I’m going to play with you, mommy. I’m going to touch your little pussy. I’m going suck and bite on those titty nipples. Right now, I bet your cunt is getting wet, isn’t it?”