Every eye in the place turned to look at us when we walked in. Every male eye anyway and they weren’t really looking at us; they were looking at Becky. Understandable. Five seven, long brown hair down to the middle of her back, the face of an Angel and a body designed to drive men crazy. It was all real too. Not even a tenth of an ounce of plastic or silicone in that 36 x 22 x 34 package.
I could see the speculation on their faces. Older sister? Cousin? One or two might even be thinking a very young looking mother. Maybe she had me when she was fourteen, fifteen or sixteen and was just a young looking thirty-three or four. Why would they think that? Because Becky was twenty-eight and I was seventeen. Teacher/student maybe? Father’s secretary taking the kid to lunch because dad was called into a last minute meeting?
Not a single one of them would be even close to being right. That three carat diamond engagement ring on her finger had been put there by me.
We sat down in an empty booth and every man in the place thought “What the fuck?” when Becky leaned forward and kissed me on the lips and then excused herself to go and use the ladies restroom.
What was a foxy twenty-eight year old doing as the fiancé of a seventeen year old? Well, that’s the story. A wildly improbable story, but a true story none the less.
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I was born seventeen years earlier to Mellanie and Hiram Bostic and was named Hiram junior. I never really got to know my father as he disappeared at sea when I was six years old. The Lear jet that he and three others were on disappeared from the radar half way between Hawaii and Seattle. No trace of the plane or passengers was ever found.
Mom was devastated and she hardly ever left the house for the first year after dad’s disappearance. We weren’t hurting financially. Dad was a genius of some kind and held several patents on a half a dozen things that were used extensively in the aero space industry and the royalties poured in. We had a very nice six bedroom house in a very nice neighborhood complete with an in ground lap pool, tennis court and a six car garage that had three bays turned into a home gym. I once asked mom why we had so many bedrooms and she broke down crying as she said that she and my dad had planned on having a large family.
After a year mom started to leave the house and have a social life and three years after the loss of dad she met Dave and a year later they were married. He seemed like a decent enough guy and he made an effort to try and be a father to me. He even went so far as to legally adopt me. Two years after mom and Dave were married I came home from school to find several emergency vehicles in front of the house and on the driveway. I got there just as a stretcher was being put into an ambulance. Dave had come home and found mom on the kitchen floor. He had called 911, but mom was dead when the EMTs arrived. The cause of death was determined to be an aneurism in the brain.
I was pretty broken up by it and had to be taken out of school for a while. Dave tried to cheer me up.
“We will be okay sport. I won’t kid you; it isn’t going to be easy, but we will get through it.”
I didn’t know about the “we” part, but Dave seemed to get through okay.
Mom hadn’t been gone a year when Dave married a twenty-five year old sexpot and moved her in as my new step mom and that is when my relationship with Dave started to turn sour. I mean ‘what the fuck!’ Mom not even gone a year? And what about a twenty-five year old step mom for a thirteen year old kid. How does that work out? Not well; not well at all.
She had no use for me at all. I was just someone in her way. I doubt that she would have even talked to me had not Dave made it clear to her that she was responsible for seeing to it that I performed my chores every day. To earn my allowance I had to keep my room clean and neat, cut the grass, weed the flower beds, wash the cars – his and hers – clean the garage and a whole bunch of other stuff. He would give me a list and Becky – that’s right, Becky – would get a copy of the list and she had to use it to monitor me and see that I did what I was supposed to.
For her part Becky did what stay at home wives do. She cooked, she cleaned and she did the laundry, but mostly she worked out in the garage gym and lounged around the pool working on her tan. As far as I was concerned she had the IQ of a grape. On the other hand she did have an SQ of 170. SQ? Sexual quotient. If there was an organization like Mensa for people with high SQs Becky would be a member.
We might not have gotten along, but there was no way that I, with my raging teenage hormones, could not think dirty thoughts about her. That very well put together one hundred and twenty pound package of 36 x 22 x 34 was designed to provoke fantasies and generate hard ons and she gave them to me aplenty as she sunned herself around the pool in her almost non-existent bikinis and worked out in the gym in tight Spandex.
Did she know what she did to me? I really don’t think that she did. I don’t think that most of the time I even existed as far as she was concerned. If she had paid more attention to me she might have known where I went to school. She would have known that I didn’t like to ride the school bus and that I walked to and from school and she would have known that I walked by the Starlight Motel twice a day. If she had known those things she would have made sure that she and her lover would have met at a different motel on the other side of town and I would have never seen them come out of room 116 on that Tuesday afternoon. If she had paid any attention at all she would have recognized me when she drove by me on her way home from her afternoon tryst. After that, being naturally curious, I checked out the motel parking lot every day on my way home and maybe twice a week I saw Becky’s car parked there.
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I had inherited some of my father’s brains and school was very easy for me. I quickly made up the time I had lost when I was taken out of school when mom died and I skipped a couple of grades and managed to finish high school at fifteen and had started college and was a sophomore at sixteen. Dave had gotten to where he didn’t pay much more attention to me than Becky and it was Dave’s misfortune that he never realized that I wasn’t just some dumb kid that he was saddled with.
One day, about six months after my fifteenth birthday, I was working on a class project and I needed some scotch tape. Dave had turned one of the bedrooms into a home office and I thought that I might find some in there. Dave wasn’t home for me to ask so I just went looking. When I pulled out the center desk drawer I saw a piece of paper that said:
“Statement of Trust Account in the name of Hiram Lamont Bostic Junior.”
I picked it up and read it and found out for the first time that I had a trust fund. Dave had a small copier in the room and I copied the document and put the original back where I’d found it and then I got out of the room.
Using the information on the statement I went investigating. I found that on my mother’s death all of the royalties from my father’s patents went into a trust fund for me. I found out that Dave was the administrator of funds dispersed to me until I attained the age of twenty-one or graduated from college whichever occurred first. He could only draw on the trust for my educational expenses, but he was the administrator of the five thousand a month the trust sent for my living expenses, health care, etc., etc., etc. Five thousand a month and I got twenty-five dollars a week for cutting the grass?
According to what my mom had told me when dad died the house was free and clear, but there was more. The house was actually part of the trust so it was actually mine when I became of age. Dave worked in an office downtown doing I don’t know what, but I assumed that he was getting a paycheck and if all that check had to cover was groceries, utilities and taxes where was the five grand going?
More checking found that he was drawing from the fund to pay for my college, but I was on a full ride scholarship so where was the money he was drawing going? For the first time I began to wonder if my mom’s death was natural. I began to wonder if Dave might have had something to do with it. I wondered if Dave had married her for the money to begin with. I also began to wonder about my own safety. I was legally adopted by Dave so what would that mean if I suddenly had a fatal accident? Would the trust go to him?
More research found that if I died before coming into the trust the funds in the trust would be distributed among several charities so I didn’t need to fear Dave. It was in his best interests to keep me healthy and in the dark about the trust fund so he could get as much as possible before I turned twenty-one or graduated college and the gravy train stopped. Then I had another thought. Maybe I would have a fatal accident just before coming into the trust so I’d never know what Dave had been doing.
I was trying to make up my mind about what I should do about the situation when things got weird. Hollywood couldn’t have come up with a situation that weird on their best or worst day.
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It was a Saturday and the first day of summer vacation. Becky had a standing appointment at a beauty parlor and would be gone until at least one in the afternoon. I had finished cutting the grass and I was doing laps in the pool when Dave came out of the house with a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses. He called for me to climb out of the pool and sit with him.
“How are you doing in driver’s education?”
“Okay. I don’t seem to be having any trouble with it.”
“Your sixteenth birthday is coming up and soon you will have a license, but a license doesn’t mean much if you don’t have a car.”
“I know. I’m thinking of getting an after school job so I can save up some money to buy one.”
“I need a favor Hi, a huge favor and it isn’t something that could normally be asked of a young man your age, but your age is the reason I need you. If you do me this favor I’m pretty sure that I’ll be able to get you a car for your birthday.”
“What kind of favor is big enough to warrant you getting me a car?”
“This stays between you and me Hi, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Becky is cheating on me.”
I knew that, but I didn’t know that Dave knew it.
“She is cheating on me” Dave went on, “and she has to go.”
“What does that have to do with me? Just get a private detective to get the goods on her and divorce her.”
“It isn’t that simple. This is a no fault state as far as divorces go. That means she will get half of our assets when I divorce her plus she has no job skills and I’ll have to pay the bitch alimony.”
“I still don’t see where it has anything to do with me.”
“There is a way for me to get around it and keep her from getting a dime and that is where you come in.”
“Me? What can I do?”
“I need to ask you a very personal question first. Have you had sex yet?”
“What?”
“Are you a virgin or have you lost your cherry?”
The honest answer to that question was that I was a stone assed virgin. Not that I hadn’t tried to get rid of that hated label, but so far I had not had any luck, but something told me that wasn’t the answer that Dave was looking for so I lied.
“I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t had too much experience. Why do you need to know?”
“Because what I want you to do is make love to Becky.”
“What!!? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh but I am. If we can get her to have sex with you and I can get pictures to use as proof I can go to her and tell her if she fights the divorce and asks for anything other than what I’m willing to give her, which by the way is nothing, I’ll turn the pictures over to the cops and she’ll go to jail for having sex with a minor.”
“Now I know that you aren’t serious. No way is Becky going to have anything to do with me. Forget the age difference. She doesn’t even like me. Not to say anything about the fact that I have no clue as to how to seduce a woman Becky’s age.”
“You won’t have to go after her; she is going to come after you.”
“Are you crazy Dave? You taking mind altering drugs? No fucking way will that ever happen.”
“If I know Becky as well as I think I do yes it will.”
I just sat there shaking my head as he went on.
“Becky is a sexaholic. That is pretty much all she wants to do. All I have to do is give her the idea that I’m suspicious of her and have hired a private detective to follow her and she will have to stop going out and cheating and taking the chance of getting caught. I’ll fake a bad back or something that will keep me from having sex with her and eventually she will be horny as hell and go after the only male around and that will be you. She will feel safe here inside the house and as she gets hornier and hornier with you as the only male available she will try to seduce you. I’ll have nanny cams in the house and they will capture all of the action.”
I sat there listening to him and shaking my head. I knew, just fucking knew that there was no way on this green Earth that his plan had a chance in hell of working. But what if?
“She’s a great piece of tail Hi and I think that you would like it. Besides the car I won’t go after her right away. I’ll give you time to enjoy her to the fullest. Say maybe two months before I lower the boom on her. What do you think?”
“I don’t think it has a prayer of working. I don’t think that it will matter how horny she gets; I’m just a kid and she isn’t even going to think of me let alone think of me in that way.”
“Are you willing to try? After all, what do you have to lose?”
He was right on that. What did I have to lose? Nothing that I could think of and would I like to lose my cherry to a sex bomb like Becky? Hell yes! But I had some troubling thoughts in the back of my mind. After finding out all that I had recently found out I just did not trust Dave. Was there something about the plan of his that was going to set me up for something or help him dig deeper into the trust? Or was this a way to get me closer to him. Get me on his good side so to speak so that when it was time for me to come into the trust we would be tight enough that I didn’t look at things to deeply. The part about not doing anything to Becky until I’d had a couple of months with her did suggest something like that. Or was that couple of months something that would eventually be detrimental to me.
It was all way too much for a fifteen year old to figure out; even a fifteen year old as smart as I was. I needed to know more and I needed time to learn so to buy some time I told Dave I would go along with his plan.
“But since I don’t believe that it is going to work I don’t want getting a car on my birthday to hinge on the outcome.”
“I can understand that. The car is yours just for trying. I’ve got a guy coming to wire the house for audio and video and I want you to work with him so you will know where everything is, what the ranges are and what will give you the best angles for the best pictures. After that all you have to do is be available. Spend a lot of time around the pool and in the gym when she is there. You don’t have to do anything else. In fact I don’t want you to do anything else. I want her on tape coming after you.”
“I still don’t think it is going to work, but I’ll try.”
“Good man.”
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I was as far as I could go digging into the trust fund information and I was at the point where I needed advice on what I could do. It would mean letting some one else in on the information, but I didn’t see any way that I could avoid it. I thought about it and decided to talk to the father of one of the girls I dated off and on. He was a detective on the police force and maybe he could tell me what to do.
I asked Sally if she wanted to go t the movies with me and she said yes. We had a good time and she even let me play with her tits a little when we necked before I took her home. When I walked her to her door I asked her if she would ask her dad if I could talk to him for a few minutes and right away she got a wary look on her face and wanted to know why. I laughingly told her that I wanted to ask him for her hand in marriage and that pissed her off so I hurriedly told her that I was kidding and that I just had to ask him if something was legal or not. She told me to wait and she went inside the house. A couple of minutes later she came and got me and led me into her living room where her dad was sitting on the couch.
“What can I do for you Hi?”
“It is kind of personal if you know what I mean.”
He looked at me for several seconds, nodded his head and then told Sally to go on up to her room. I couldn’t understand the look she gave me. It was either “it will be a cold day in hell before you ever date me again” or “just wait until our next date buster and you WILL tell me everything.” She left the room and then I told her dad the whole story and then I said:
“I just don’t know what to do. I have no idea of where to go from here.”
“What he is doing is definitely wrong and some of it is illegal and you could probably take the information to the District Attorney and they would start an investigation. The question that you have to ask yourself is if that is what you really want.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are a minor Hi and as I understand it you have no other living relatives. If they go after your stepfather even if he doesn’t go to jail you could end up in foster care. The Department of Social Services would end up controlling your life until you turned eighteen and I can tell you that from the dealings that I’ve had with them that it is something that you do not want to happen. Taking this money thing out of the equation how do you get along with your stepfather?”
“Okay I guess.”
“You have to decide how you would be better off. Stay with him or trust the state. It is a no-brainer as far as I’m concerned, but I’m not you. There is one other thing you might do and that is talk to an attorney.”
“Would one even talk to a minor? Plus I’m sure that there would be fees involved and Dave controls the money. All I have is an allowance of twenty-five bucks a week.”
“I know a couple who might do it for me as a favor if you would like to give it a shot.”
I told him I would and he told me that he would make some phone calls and then give me a call. I gave him my cell phone number, thanked him and said goodnight.
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When I got home Dave told me that he and Becky were going out with some friends the next day and would be gone all day.
“My friend Barry will stop by and I want you to work with him in wiring the house.”
“Does he know where you want the stuff put?”
“Yeah, but you are home all day with Becky so you know what her daily habits are and you might think of a place or two that Barry and I didn’t think of. That’s another reason why I want you to work with him.”
Barry arrived around ten and I helped him as he set up cameras in every room in the house, around the pool area and in the gym. When he went to wire my bedroom I told him “no way” unless he gave me a way to turn it off when I wanted my privacy. I told him flat out that:
“I don’t want anybody watching me when I masturbate.”
He told me that since I knew where the camera was I could just cover the lens with a towel or something.
“Yeah, but that would still leave the audio. Thanks, but no thanks.”
‘Sorry, but your old man is paying the bills and he told me to put one in here. You can take it up with him.”
There were two places that he and Dave didn’t think of and I was going to tell him about them until he pissed me off over putting a camera in my room. As a result the large dressing room and cabana off the pool and the hot tub didn’t get covered.
He showed me the set up in Dave’s home office and how to work it. Basically the system was a bunch of wireless cameras that sent their signals to a couple of DVR recorders. One for the house feeds and one for the outside cameras. The cameras were motion activated and wouldn’t do anything until some one walked into range and triggered it.
When Barry left I went up to my bedroom and got the make, model and serial number off the camera and then got on the Net. In less than ten minutes I had what I needed to know to enable me to disable the camera. I wouldn’t bother talking to Dave about the camera since when I wanted it off it would take me less than thirty seconds to shut it down.
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Late that afternoon Sally’s father called me and gave me the name and number of an attorney he knew who was willing to talk to me for no fee and give me some advice. The next day I called and made an appointment to see John Madison. It turned out that Sally’s dad was pretty much on target. If Dave were to be out of the picture I would become a ward of the state until I turned eighteen. Mr. Madison did give me some advice and outlined a few options that might work for me and I told him that when the time came I wanted him to be my attorney and he asked me for a dollar. I gave it to him and he told me that I had just given him a retainer and that he was now my attorney.
I spent the rest of the day and most of the night working out what I was going to do and I finally came up with a plan and it would either work or I would go down in flames.
The next morning at breakfast when Becky had her back to us Dave gave me a ‘thumbs up’ and that told me that his plan was now in effect and the recorders were on and we were now ‘live.’
He left and I went up to my room and disabled the camera and then waited in my room for Becky to finish in the kitchen and come up to change out of her PJs and into something else. The halls weren’t covered by cameras so when she came upstairs I stepped out into the hall, grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room. It happened so quick that she didn’t let out a squawk until I had her in my room and the door closed. I took my hands off her and she screamed:
“What in the hell are you doing? Just you wait until I tell your dad!”
“I don’t think that would be wise. Please sit down on the bed and listen to what I’m going to say.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m trying to save your ass.”
She stared at me for several seconds and then said, “This had better be good or your dad will be getting an earful when he gets home tonight.”
“That is strictly up to you, but I doubt that you will say a word to him. I need to know the answer to one question. Why are you cheating on Dave?”
“What!! How dare you accuse me of that! That does it! I’m not even waiting for him to come home.” She stood up and headed for the door. “I’m going to call him right now.”
”If you do that I’ll end up having to tell him about your visits to the Starlight Motel.”
She stopped and turned back to me. “What are you saying?”
“You know very well what I’m saying.” I lied a little and said, “I’ve kept a close eye on you since that day I saw you and your lover come out of room 116 at the Starlight, kiss and then get in your cars and drive off. I even got his license plate number so stop with the indignant horseshit, sit down and answer my question. If it will help any I’m on your side in this. We can help each other out here, but I need information. So tell me; why do you cheat on Dave?”
She looked at me for several seconds and then shrugged. “He stinks in bed. He has a little dick and he won’t eat pussy and he hasn’t given me an orgasm since we got married.”
“Why did you marry him then?”
“I didn’t know. How was I supposed to? He’s a good looking guy; he looks like a stud and he acted like a stud and he was what I was looking for. I knew as soon as I met him that the way to hook him was to give him the “I’m saving it for marriage” line. I led him along until he wanted me so bad that he married me to get it.”
“All because he was good looking and you thought he would be a stud?”
“That and the money.”
“The money?”
“My family was poor and I grew up wanting things we could never have. I promised myself I would marry someone who wasn’t poor and so I picked Dave.”
“You married Dave for money?”
“Yes I did. What is this all about?”
“You did something that made him suspicious and he has hired private detectives to follow you around and catch you cheating.”
Her face paled as she sat there looking at me and digesting what I’d just told her and then she said:
“Why are you telling me this?”
“If I help you, you will help me right?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Sure you do. I’m doing this for the same reason you married Dave. For the money.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Dave isn’t rich. The only money that he has that is legally his is whatever he makes at his job. The rest of it he has been stealing from me.”
I told her about the trust fund and the monthly checks that I never saw and never even knew about until recently.
“What has that got to do with me?”
“Nothing, except you can help me put an end to it. And like I said, you help me and I help you.”
“I get the helping you part, but I don’t see how you can help me.”
“Here is the deal. Dave is setting you up. He told me that you were an oversexed nymphomaniac and he is going to fake a bad back or something else he can use as an excuse not to make love. You will get so sexually frustrated that you will run to your lover, the detective gets the goods on you and Dave divorces you for infidelity. The detectives will cover what happens outside the house and I’m supposed to watch you inside the house in case you do the UPS guy, the mailman, the cable installer or whoever. In case I’m not here to see what goes on he has back up. Come over here and look at this.”
I walked over to the bookshelf and she got up and came over. I showed her the camera.
“There is one of these in every room in the house. He basically has eyes on you 24/7/365. Don’t worry. I know where all of them are and how to shut them off. This one is off right now so we are not being watched.”
She walked back to the bed and sat down and for a minute I thought she was going to start crying, but then she got a look on her face that I couldn’t decipher and then she said:
“That bastard! When my lawyer gets through with him he won’t have a pot to piss in.”
“He doesn’t have one to piss in now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just told you. All he has is what he makes at his job. The rest is mine. Or at least it belongs to the trust until I come into it. The house is mine. I’m betting the Lexus he is driving was bought with the money he has been bleeding off of me so when I go after him to recover the assets he has taken I’ll get the car. Say he makes fifty thousand a year. All you will get in a divorce is alimony based on fifty thousand a year. He has nothing else so you end up living in a small apartment somewhere getting maybe fifteen hundred a month alimony. I have a better way if you are interested.”
“Go on.”
“The reason I asked you why you were cheating on Dave was to find out if it was for love or just sex. Based on what you told me I’m betting that it was just for sex right?”
She nodded her head a yes.
“I know I’m being a little crude here, but a cock is a cock is a cock am I right?”
“If you mean sex is just a cock and a pussy getting together and as long as all it is is just sex then it doesn’t matter to the pussy whose cock it is then yes, you are right.”
“Here is the way I see it. You leave Dave and all you end up with is a small apartment, some alimony and little else. If you stay here you have a big house, a pool and a gym, but an unsatisfactory sex life with Dave since you won’t be able to get more without eventually getting caught. That means divorce, small apartment and maybe a smaller amount of alimony or no alimony since you got caught cheating. Do I have it right so far?”
“I guess so.”
“Here is my solution to the problem and please don’t laugh. Remember, a dick is a dick is a dick okay? I’ll be the dick.”
She looked at me with a stunned expression.
“Hear me out okay. You have everything you have now. Dave never catches you cheating because you don’t go out and cheat so there is nothing for the detectives to find. The house cameras don’t record anything because I know where they all are and how to stay clear of them and besides, I know how to shut them off. Lastly, I’m damned sure not going to tell on myself. That takes care of the outside of the house and the inside of the house. And there is a bonus besides my being young and having a fast recovery time. I’m a virgin and you will be able to teach me to take care of you the way you want it done. What do you think?”
“I don’t really know what to say. This all came at me pretty fast. I’m going to need to think on it.”
“Okay, but you need to know that the only parts of the house not covered by cameras are the hallways so if you need to speak to me about something you don’t want Dave to hear it will need to be in the halls.”
Two hours later she was waiting for me in the hall when I was coming out of the bathroom.
“You are really a virgin?”
“Unfortunately yes.”
“We need to change that.”
“When?”
“What’s wrong with right now?”
I took her hand and led her to my room and she led me over to the bed and sat me down. She knelt in front of me and reached for my zipper. I’ll admit that I was nervous and she recognized it.
“Don’t sweat it baby; you aren’t my first virgin and I’ll be gentle. Just remember, there has to be a first time for all of us. Just relax and go with the flow.”
She pulled my jeans and boxers down and I rose up to help. My cock sprang free and Becky snickered and said:
“Wow baby; you are bigger than Dave. Ain’t that a kick. You have the money AND the cock.”
I wasn’t sure, but she could have been just trying to build up my ego. I’d never seen Dave’s dick, but I was only a hair over seven inches and maybe I was bigger than he was. She took my cock in her hands and started stroking it and then she looked up into my face as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick.
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I came almost instantly.
I expected her to jerk her mouth off of me, give me a dirty look, spit my cum on the floor, call me a name or two and then stomp out of the room, but she did none of those things. Without taking her eyes from mine she took more of me into her mouth and I felt her tongue working as she swallowed what came out of my cock. She stayed sucking on me until I was limp in her mouth and then she stood up, quickly removed her clothes and got on the bed with me.
She pulled my T-shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor and then pulled me tight against her and kissed me. I could taste myself in her mouth and strangely enough it did not turn me off. Her breasts were pressed into my chest and one hand was fondling my soft cock as her tongue danced in my mouth and wrestled with mine. I felt my cock begin to stir as she took my right hand and pushed it down to her pussy. Even as inexperienced as I was I knew what she wanted and my fingers found her wet slit and I worked two of them inside of her. She moaned and whispered in my ear:
“That’s it baby; get me ready for you.”
By then my cock was stiff and she pulled me on top of her, smiled at me and said:
“Okay baby, just do what comes natural.”
I poked my cock at her pussy and the head split the folds. She grabbed my hips and pulled and my cock pushed into her. She moaned:
“Oh yes baby, push, push hard.”
She pushed her hips up at me and I pushed back and suddenly I had half of my cock in her pussy. It felt heavenly. We pushed against each other a little more and then I was all the way in her and I felt my balls slap against her ass. She dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks and hissed in my ear:
“Fuck me baby, fuck me hard.”
I started moving my hips forward and back. Her legs came up and gripped me. My strokes got longer and faster and she pulled my face down to hers. Our mouths came together and our tongues played. My second time lasted much longer than my first time and as I got close to cumming Becky sensed it or felt it and she cried:
“Faster and harder baby; I’m almost there. Get me off baby, make it happen for me.”
I drove hard into her –once, twice, three times – and then she cried out:
“Oh fucccckkkk!!!”
I felt her pussy clamp my cock as she came and then I started spurting into her. After I’d cum I started to pull back, but she clutched me and moaned:
“No baby, no. Just stay there.”
Her pussy felt like it had fingers in it and they were doing their best to milk my cock. She held me to her until I was limp and then she released me and I pulled out and dropped to the bed beside her. One of her hands went to my cock and started playing with it as she said:
“How about it baby? Was it what you hoped for? Is it something that you might want to do again? Something that you might want to do often?”
I was gasping for breath, but I still managed to squeak out, “Oh God yes!”
She giggled and said, “Some how that comes as no surprise.”
After a couple of minutes of French kissing she slid down ad started sucking my cock. It took her a little while to get it standing tall again and then she moved over me and using her right hand to guide me into her she dropped down and impaled herself on me. She started bouncing up and down until she came again and then she pulled off of me, went down and finished me off with her mouth.
After I’d cum she said, “Okay stud, up and at ‘em. You still have a garage to clean. This afternoon we will teach you how to eat pussy, get you used to doing some sixty-nine and then try out some doggy action. If you do good we might try anal tomorrow. That is of course assuming that you still want to play now that you know what it is all about.”
“I want. I want. I want” I said as I reached for her and she pulled away laughing and then told me to get going on my chores.
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The next morning after breakfast Dave gave me a list of the chores he wanted me to do that day and gave a copy to Becky. There were three items on the list and they were numbered.
1. Cut the grass.
2. Put trash cans out on the curb.
3. Clean the hot tub.
After he was gone Becky asked me for my list and I handed it to her. She turned it over and wrote on the back of it and then gave it back to me. I looked at it and smiled.
1. Fuck mommy.
2. Cut the grass.
3. Fuck mommy.
4. Put the trash cans out on the curb.
5. Fuck mommy.
6. Clean the hot tub.
7. Fuck mommy in the hot tub.
“Better get started on it. Looks like you are going to have a busy day.”
I smiled, whispered, “My room, five minutes” and then said “You are right. I’d better get to it” and left the room. When I had finished the first ‘chore’ on the list I said:
“If he checks the tapes and asks why you wanted to see my list tell him you added washing your car to the list.”
“After which?”
“I know, I know, fuck mommy.”
“You are such a good boy to take such good care of mommy.”
That set the tone for the next six weeks. Becky taught me everything she could about pleasing her and from her moans and cries I was pretty sure that I was doing an okay job of it. We managed two or three times a day during the week, but on the weekend she had to go without because Dave was still giving her excuses as to why he couldn’t have sex. I don’t know if Becky was getting enough, but I was in hog heaven. I was living every teenaged guys dream.
Dave couldn’t figure it out. He was sure that Becky was cheating and he couldn’t understand why his plan wasn’t working. I assured him that during the day all she did was clean house, sun herself by the pool, work out in the gym and fix meals. I even told him that I had ‘accidentally’ let her see my cock a couple of times and she just ignored it and pretended that she hadn’t seen anything.
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It was one week before my sixteenth birthday and Becky and I had just finished an energetic ‘nooner’ and I sat her down on the bed and told her that I had a confession to make and then I told her what Dave’s real plan had been. She was pissed.
“Why didn’t you tell me that back when we started?”
“Be honest Becky. If I had told you would you have gone along with my idea or would the underage part have made you say no.”
“I would have said “No fucking way.” Why are you telling me this now? You have to know I’m going to stop. Shit! I can’t believe that I didn’t think of that myself. It is over Hi; I can’t take any more chances. I’ve been lucky up till now and I’m not going to push my luck any farther.”
“That’s why I waited till now to bring it up. I figured that you would stop, but I also figured that we could both go a week without feeling too much of a strain.”
“A week? Why would you think I’d start back up with you in a week?”
“I don’t think that Dave knows or if he did he forgot, but the age of consent in this state is sixteen. Next Tuesday we can do it right in front of him and there is nothing that he can do about it.”
“He can divorce me.”
“No he won’t and for two reasons. One, he is never going to know and two, you are going to divorce him.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you just can’t bear to live with a man who defrauds kids. I told you at the beginning that we would help each other only I didn’t tell you that solving my virginity problem wasn’t the only help you were going to give me.”
“What the hell are you talking about now?”
“Age of consent isn’t the only thing that happens when I turn sixteen. I get to make some decisions on my own. For instance, I can petition the courts to appoint an adult to act for me in the absence of my parents. A legal guardian as it were. Here is my plan. I’m going to turn Dave in for what he is doing with my money and then request that you be appointed as my guardian until I reach the age of eighteen. They should go along with it because you are all ready my step mother right? I will have finished college by the time I am eighteen and the terms of the trust are that I get the trust when I reach twenty-one or graduate college, whichever comes first.”
“So how does that help me? I’ll be single, in a small apartment and if Dave goes to jail for what he did I won’t even be able to get alimony.”
“Oh come on Becky, think. As my guardian you would live here. You would be the one getting the five thousand a month for my care and feeding. You can use part of that to pay for your divorce. Once free of Dave you can marry a rich guy.”
“Yeah, right. Like they grow on trees.”
“Well sweetie, you will be living with one you know.”
“You? Me marry you?”
“Why not? You married Dave because you thought he was a stud and had money and he wasn’t and didn’t. I’m not going to pretend that I’m a stud, but I have done okay by you, or at least I think I have and I do have money. Or at least I will when I finish college.”
“You are serious aren’t you.”
“You bet. We are as good as married right now aren’t we? You wash my clothes, clean my house and cook my meals and try to fuck me to death and that’s what wives do isn’t it?”
“What about love?”
“What about it? Was there a lot of it there when you married Dave? I can’t speak for you, but on my side there is a whole lot of like where you are concerned and who is to say it won’t grow and develop into love. But even if it doesn’t so what? You still come out of this a winner. You work with me on this and you know I’ll treat you right after I come into the trust. And if you marry me and decide later you want out we can have a prenuptial agreement in place that will see to it that you don’t walk away poor.”
“I don’t know Hi. That’s an awful lot for me to think about. The only thing I know for certain right now is that we are not going to play any more until you are legal and I am going to check on this age of consent thing to make sure.”
Two days later she said, “Count me in.”
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At breakfast on my birthday Dave slid a set of keys across the table to me.
“Happy Birthday sport. It is out on the driveway. You have your learner’s permit so Becky can go with you down to the DMV to get your plates.”
I got up from the table and looked out the window. There was a three year old Mustang convertible sitting on the driveway. I smiled, but mentally I was thinking that the asshole gets sixty thousand a year for me and I get twenty-five dollars a week for an allowance and a three year old used car.
When we got home from the DMV Becky told me to run upstairs and kill the camera in my bedroom and she would be up to give me my birthday present. The week of staying apart was apparently hard on both of us and we tore into each other over the next three hours and we did it all. Oral, anal, sixty-nine and four times of nothing but hard driving pussy pounding missionary, cowgirl and doggie sex. Becky loved anal sex and no session with her was complete until I took at least one trip up her dirt road. We showered together and she tried to get me back up again, but I was wiped out and I wondered why we had been designed so that the woman could take more than the man could give. Ah, sweet mysteries of life.
That afternoon I called John Madison and made an appointment for the next day. The next morning I gathered up all of the information that I had accumulated in my investigation of the trust and went to see him. We discussed things and I told him what I wanted and he told me not to expect things to happen quickly and that things might get tense around the house since Dave and I would still be living together as the investigation was going on.
He gave me a cell phone with his office, home and cell phone numbers all ready entered and told me to hide it in a safe place in case Dave decided to take my cell phone away from me. He told me not to hesitate to use the phone to call him if I had to.
I signed some papers authorizing him to act on my behalf in dealing with the trust and ‘other matters.’ One of the ‘other matters’ was to prepare a petition asking that Becky be appointed my guardian so as to have it ready when Dave was removed. John did warn me that Dave’s removal was by no means a sure thing. It looked as if there was fraud, but if Dave could furnish reasonable explanations for what he had done I could end up being stuck with him.
I went home and tried to get my fill of sex because it was going to start tapering off big time starting the next day which would be the first day of classes for me. My first class on Monday and Thursday was at ten so Becky and I would have from the time Dave left until nine-fifteen when I would have to leave. Tuesday and Wednesday I would get home early enough for some play time before Dave got home, but Friday my first class was at seven forty-five and I had an audit class in the afternoon that would keep me from getting home before Dave. Saturday and Sunday were out unless Dave played golf or went somewhere and left Becky home. It would be tough, but I had survived a week without any at all while waiting for my birthday so I should be okay.
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It was three weeks from my visit to John’s office before things started happening. Dave was notified by the trust that he was going to be audited by the trust due to some “irregularities” that had been brought to their attention. Of course Dave didn’t let me know that, but John made sure that I knew what was going on.
Dave wasn’t able to satisfactorily satisfy the questions posed by the audit and apparently there were some “major” discrepancies and things ended up in the hands of the Financial Crimes Unit in the District Attorney’s office. Meanwhile John, who was being paid by the trust to act on my behalf, had private detectives on Dave and they had discovered that Dave was maintaining an apartment on the other side of town for a young lady named Penny where he spent a considerable part of his afternoons. The detectives dug around and found out that the Chevy Impala that Penny was driving was purchased by Dave as was all of the furniture in Penny’s apartment. It was also discovered that Dave had purchased a membership at the country club where he played golf.
I kept Becky informed as to what was going on and she got highly pissed when I told her about Penny. I thought it was funny that Becky was pissed at Dave for doing with Penny what Becky was doing with me until Becky pointed out that if Dave had been giving her what he was giving to Penny she wouldn’t have had to cheat to get what she needed.
Dave kept me in the dark about what was going on so he wasn’t aware that I knew anything until the day that John called me and told me that the DA wanted to interview me. I met John at the County Building and together we walked toward the office of one of the assistant district attorneys. Dave was sitting there talking with a man and he got a shocked look on his face when he saw me. He started to get up, but John walked me right by him and into the office of Mike Mattson.
After introductions John told me to tell the story that I’d told him at our original meeting and I did and then Mattson asked me some questions. He was particularly interested in the part where I’d begun to suspect that my mother’s death had not been due to natural causes. I explained my reasoning and I also mentioned that I had wondered if something might not happen to me before I was able to come into the trust. Apparently John had not passed on that part of the story to the DA’s office and all of a sudden there was a whole lot more interest in the case. There was talk of exhuming mother’s body for a closer look until I mentioned that Dave had cremated mom.
While I was in the office talking with Mattson Dave was being arrested. He was charged with six counts of fraud, two counts of neglect of a minor child and three counts of something called fiduciary misconduct and a restraining order was issued barring him from the house unless accompanied by an officer of the court. John petitioned the court for an emergency order appointing my stepmother (Becky) as my temporary legal guardian which was approved.
Becky, using the information gathered by the private detective John had hired, sued Dave for divorce using infidelity as grounds. Becky and I paid Penny a visit and Penny agreed to testify as to her relationship with Dave if it was needed and in exchange we agreed to pay for her apartment for a year and let her keep the Impala. Not exactly kosher since it could be looked at as buying her testimony, but who was going to know?
Dave worked out a plea bargain based on restitution. He was given five years with three years suspended pending restitution. Restitution was based on a formula come up with by John and the DA’s office. Dave had received a total of one hundred and eighty-one thousand (including what he had withdrawn from the trust to pay for my educational expenses) over the thirty-one months he had been receiving the money for my care.
Since the house was free and clear and all Dave had to pay for out of the five grand a month he had received was taxes, groceries, utilities and my clothing and health care it was decided that fifteen hundred a month was more than ample to cover those items. Fifteen hundred month for thirty-one months subtracted from what Dave had received left him having to come up with one hundred and thirty thousand in restitution. He had eighty-nine thousand six hundred in savings, checking and certificates of deposit and through John I agreed to accept that amount as payment in full if he did not contest Becky’s divorce. He agreed.
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When Dave had been barred from the house I turned off the nanny cam system and moved into the master bedroom with Becky. One day after her divorce was final I proposed to Becky and then we turned the camera system back on and then Becky and I made love in front of each and every camera in the house. Becky wanted to do that so she could mail copies of the DVDs to Dave when he got out of jail.
Becky and I plan on being married on my eighteenth birthday. Will it work? Who knows? It will all depend on Becky. Sex and money were her motivations when she married Dave and she has that now with me. Will it be enough for her? That is the question.
I got a partial answer when I handed her a pen and a legal pad and told her to write the prenuptial agreement. She wrote a couple of lines and handed it back to me. It read, “Nothing if I cheat on you. Twenty-five percent of what you have if you cheat on me. Twenty thousand a year for every year married if it doesn’t work out for other reasons.”
If it depends on me we will grow old together. I don’t have a clue what love is, but if constantly thinking of your partner when you are not with her, not being able to keep your hands off of her when you are with her and going crazy while waiting to get back to her is love then I’ve got it bad and there is no way – no fucking way!!!!!!! – that I’m going to let her get away if I can help it.