Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Stepmommy Dearest 6 Part: 6 Universe: Stepmommy Dearest Saga Summary: Stepmother Terry controls stepson's life until he turns the table on her when he catches her in a compromising position and has her perform for his friends. Keywords: forced nudity, blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, revenge The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. To read the earlier parts first, see at bottom. Stepmommy Dearest 6 By Spunk N. Wagnels Well, Terry finally became my stepmom for real. I got my jollies by making sure she was without undergarments throughout the wedding. I stayed with my aunt and uncle during the honeymoon and got pretty darn frustrated going without. Now, my Uncle Ralph and Aunt Mary were nice enough and I got along with my older cousins Ginny and Sue, but I was without my magazines and video for nearly two weeks. It was becoming a real test of my will . . . Ginny noticed me staring at her breasts and legs at dinner. I knew it was a pivotal time because she smiled at her food and then looked up at me from the corner of her eye. After that dinner, she started to wear provocative clothing, at least when her dad wasn't around. When I'd be watching TV, she'd come in wearing one of her dad's dress shirts, obviously no bra, and I couldn't be certain about any panties. She would sit next to me on the couch with one leg down and the other up with her heel tucked in toward her pubic mound. I could tell she was interested in the churning under my fly. Other times, she'd come up to me and ask me to undue her necklace while holding a towel around her body with one hand and her hair up in back with the other. Sue caught on after a time and tried to do similar things to get my attention, but she wasn't as adept at it as her older sister, Ginny, was. Like, she would find an excuse to twirl her skirt up around me, lean forward with her blouse loosened to give me a view into it, or walk in on me in a short shirt and panties acting surprised and embarrassed. These cousins of mine were driving me crazy. Their faces said we were related like brother and sisters, but their bodies said "take me, ravage me, do what you will with me . . ." It was all very confusing. There was nowhere to turn in the house after I walked down a long hall and Aunt Mary was standing in her room framed by the doorway as I was approaching. She was fixing her hair while looking in a mirror. She was dressed in only her bra and panties. Now you're probably thinking, "what's the big deal? It's nothing more than seeing her in a bikini." Right? Well, for me, at my age then, it was more than memorable. She saw me walking toward her and just started to interact with me, not bothering to cover up, shut the door, or anything. She had a shapely woman's body, which if you didn't look at her face, could be any age from her twenties into her forties like she was. She asked what I was up to. I didn't dare tell her I needed to find a private space to make love to my hand. "I'm just on my way out back to kick the ball around." I said standing in her doorway roaming my eyes up and down her feminine form as unobtrusively as possible. "Have you seen the girls?" She asked. "More than I dare admit." I thought. "I think they're upstairs." I said. "Well, have fun." She said. - I will if I can find a secret clump of bushes - "Sure will." I said turning the corner at the end of the hall by her door to head out back. Whew. I don't know how Uncle Ralph did it in that house day in and day out. I was really beginning to miss my old stepmommy dearest. Well, I was finally reunited with Dad and Terry. They were all lovey dovey, and I was hornier than a toad. Terry acted aloof, even smug, around me. "Go have your fun." I thought, "I'll go visit with my tape." I went to my stash. "The tape! It's gone! That BITCH!" I screamed in my head. I had to think. "Maybe I put it somewhere else. Did I leave it in the camera? . . . No not here. Is it in their room?" I looked and looked. Nothing. "The trash!" No not there. "That Bitch! Messing with my stuff again!" They came back from a ride to town. I was fuming. Terry merely smiled at my discomfort. - That Bitch - I didn't get a clear shot at her alone to get to the bottom of the situation for the rest of the day. Dad and she were inseparable. The next day Terry was gone before I got up. I was so angry I could burst, so I decided to cool off in the hot tub out back. No one was around, so I did it in the raw. I must have dozed off for a few, because when I couldn't take the heat any more, I got out and dunked in the above ground pool, off of the deck. Boy, was that water cold. I looked for my towel and clothes. "Where the fuck are my things?" I thought. "Did I forget to bring them out with me?" I headed for the sliding doors, only to find Terry and three of her lady friends standing there watching me. "Shit, that Bitch." Here I was all shriveled up, dripping wet, and with no exit from the backyard except through the door they were standing at or all of the way around to the front in my birthday suit. My only cover was the hot tub again or the pool. I tried the door quickly first as they watched. It was locked. The Bitch laughed. I scrambled to get back to the hot tub. I knew I couldn't stay in there forever. I stayed in until I couldn't take it any longer, and rolled out across the deck into the pool. With the backyard reflected in the sliding glass doors, I couldn't see if anybody was standing at the door or not, but I needed to get dry, so I ran up to the door again, and found it was open now. I had to parade mortified past the smiling ladies sitting at the table talking, to get back to the sanctuary of my room. I was hotter with rage at that point than when I originally decided to cool off in the tub. I stayed in my room for hours. I was too embarrassed to go out. The old magazines I had did me no good. I was too angry to get off with them. I needed some fresh images too. Bitch Terry was now locked into the family and feeling like she could rule my life again. "No way. Not me. Not while I have an once of breath left." When I thought the others would be gone, I went downstairs. I stormed through the living room, dining room, and found Terry in the kitchen. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I screamed. "Whatever do you mean? And, don't talk to me that way again. I'm your mother now." She said calmly. "You're not my mother! You're the slut who fooled my father into marrying her. If you don't want me to tell my father what you are really like, you'd better give me back that tape right now, and leave me the fuck alone in the future." I said still nearly screaming. "What tape?" She said acting innocently unaware. "You know goddamn well what tape. Where the hell is it?" I said, ready to bust a gasket. "My, my. What language from such a young boy." She said mockingly. "I'm not a young boy. I've had my cock in your mouth for Christ's sake. Now where is that tape." I said frantically, ticked off at her stalling. I followed her into the living room. "You mean this tape?" She said, as she pulled a tape from behind the TV and put it in the camera. She turned the TV and camera on and started the tape. It started momentarily with her, so I knew it was the right tape, but quickly showed me prancing around the backyard in my all together. She had taped me over the tape of her. "Give me that." I said struggling for it. She put up a token fight, but it would have gotten bloody if she didn't give in. I was that angry. Then she left me to wallow in my defeat walking with a spring to her step and a smile of satisfaction on her face. It took me a few minutes to recompose myself. Then I figured I'd better get up to my room and save my magazines from her clutches. "Good." I thought relieved, "she hasn't gotten to these yet. I'd better find a better place to stash the first string set of my best ones and leave the second and third string here as a sacrifice, if she goes for them." It was a miserable month in the house. My dad was as happy as could be. I tried to tell him about Terry, but he brushed it off as an indiscretion that happened before they were married. In fact she had told him about it to inoculate him from my disclosure. She moved around the place like she owned everything. I stayed as far away from her as possible. I didn't want to have anything to do with her, except to watch and wait for her nature to get the better of her again, so I could make another move. She played up to my dad, when he was home, as if the honeymoon was still happening. She had her lady friends over during the days that she didn't go out to their places and they all used the house as if they owned the place. Once she tried to get me to serve everyone, threatening that she would take out a copy of the tape she made of me if I didn't. I thought about complying, but refused and called her bluff. One small win for me. The only good part about that time was that sexy, self centered, exhibitionist, birds of a feather flock together. So even though Terry's friends were old broads, over twice my age in their early thirties, they were hot to look at. The best part of my house was that my room overlooked the back deck, and those birds spent a lot of time tanning with Terry. My monitoring Terry by spying, had its perks, especially the day they all decided to lose their tan-lines on top. Oh baby, it was worth getting the camera and tapping over me being in the raw. The vantage point wasn't the best since they were facing away from me, but there were a couple of good breast angles to record. That day felt like another small victory. It wasn't until there was a family confrontation about how Terry couldn't get me to do anything around the house, that things started really looking up. Dad's position was to leave me alone for the summer and he'd put me to work the following year. Terry's position was that if I couldn't be made to work around the place that she should be able to hire someone to do it. BING-go. You can imagine who she hired, this tall dark muscular guy named Juan. Where she found him, I don't know, but it turned on the exhibitionist in her whenever he was around. I knew then, that it was only a matter of time. Nothing would ever happen if she knew I was around, so I set up elaborate rouses of spending the day at somebody's house, and had people call for me at my house to confirm that Terry thought I was out. It meant leaving the house and sneaking back in through a basement window. My friend Shauna came with me one time. She liked the idea of being in on a sting operation involving Terry. She became a regular spying partner when she saw Juan for the first time. I think she actually began secretly cheering for Terry to get it on with him for the vicarious enjoyment of it. She wanted to be in charge of a parabolic microphone we borrowed from another friend, Eli. It was a plastic toy, but it actually seemed to work, and she wanted to hear every exchange between them. I was in charge of the filming, if there was to be any, of the incriminating event. We suffered for days through the verbal foreplay of Terry and Juan. I got one lucky shot of Terry from underneath as she passed by taking drinks out to him showing that she had no panties under her short skirt. That would show my dad intent at least. Then our patience paid off. It was hot out, really hot. Terry was taking Juan drinks every fifteen or so minutes. He wasn't doing much in the way of work, because he'd kiss her "thank you" and generally delayed her returning to the house. When I saw this kind of contact, I said to Shauna, "Let's move this stakeout to my room, so I can shoot from above." We snuck upstairs and got my window opened okay, because Juan was playing Latin Salsa music on a radio, working his muscular body in rhythm to it. I started filming, figuring I could back up and tape over it if need be, as Terry walk/danced out on the deck with a Popsicle. I already knew she had no panties on. It didn't look like she had a bra on either under that thin tank-top shirt. Her hips swayed to the music as she advanced toward Juan. Her skirt flared right and left tantalizing all of us with the expectation of what lay just beneath. Juan stood there with his arms out to the sides as she stood in front of him toe-to-toe still dancing from her knees on up. Then looking straight into his eyes, she took the Popsicle and shoved it down the front of his pants causing him to lurch back, gasp, and fish for it frantically. She stood laughing into her hands as he got the iced stick out. He recomposed himself and advanced on her with playful revenge in his eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her passionately. Then when she was melting in his embrace, he snuck the Popsicle down and up between her legs, trying to stick it into her pussy. She squealed while she laughed and managed to get it knocked from his hand, then she pushed him into the pool. "Help." He called back, "I can't swim." Terry laughed. "Stand up, you dipstick. It's only up to your chest." I muttered to Shauna. She fought to conceal her laugh. But Terry succumbed to his pleading and bent over to give him her hand. Mistake? Or planned. She got pulled into the pool with him. Now they were in full arm wrapped passionate kissing. "God, I hope I have enough tape for all of this." I thought. They splashed and chased a bit in the pool, then Terry climbed out. Her top left nothing more to the imagination and Juan was hotter than ever for her body. She slowly pealed off her top as he jumped and tried to catch her ankles to bring her closer to him. Then she let the skirt fall and covered up with false modesty as he tried again to reach her, then she scooted like a virginal school girl into the confines of the hot tub. Juan leaped out of the pool in one long impressive leap landing onto his feet. He did a brief striptease taking off his clothes for Terry with his back to us, much to Shauna's chagrin, and stepped into the tub with her. From that point, there was fondling, kissing, snorkeling, and good old fashioned screwing in that hot tub. You have no idea how badly I wanted to race down there and confront them in the act, but the strength and confidence on Juan's part caused me to stay in hiding with Shauna until he left. Besides, Shauna had taken my hand and unconsciously trapped it between her legs at her crotch and was squeezing it tight while we watched. And, this time, I was gonna make a copy for Shauna to have for safekeeping before I sprung my freedom on Terry. YESSSSSS!!!! The Kid was back! Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com For the rest of this story, and other stories by SNW, please visit here free: /~spunknwagnels