Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Stepmommy Dearest 7 Part: 7 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 7 By Spunk N. Wagnels I couldn't wait until my dad saw what I had. His slut for a wife, cheating on him within months of their getting married. It was so sweet, but since I had to wait, why not do it at just the right time . . . Shauna and I made our way out of the house undetected. We had to make her a copy of the incriminating tape for safe keeping. Then we made a production out of reentering the house together. Terry was sashaying around with a sickening smile on her face glancing out occasionally at Juan, who was picking up his tools. "Don't you kids have something better to do than to hang around here?" Terry asked. "I live here, remember?" I snapped back. "My, my, did we get up from the wrong side of the bed today?" She said patronizingly. "Screw you." I said back. "Your father is going to hear that you talked to me that way." Terry scolded. "Screw that." I said turning with Shauna and giggling on the way up the stairs. "Stay for dinner. You might enjoy the show." I invited. "I'll call and see." Shauna replied. My poor dad. He had a lot of faith that he was doing the right thing in bringing Terry into the family after my real mom passed. I should have told him about her sooner, but I figured that I could force her to be faithful to him and get my fun too. I was wrong, and she was persuasive, it's what she did best. I would always have the guilt of not doing the right thing by my father, but she felt no guilt. Guilt for her simply got in the way of her quests to get what she wanted for herself. Being drummed out of our family merely meant that some other poor chump would be stuck with her. No, this kind you had to keep under control so she couldn't ruin the lives of others. "When are you going to tell him?" Shauna asked. "Probably the first time I need to defend myself, but certainly before she gets a chance to betray my dad again." I replied. "I hope it happens at a time when I'm here." Shauna said. "Let's go for a swim." I said. "I left my suit at home." Shauna said. I'll give you a tee shirt and shorts that should fit you." "Okay." She agreed. Shauna had a great body, even back then, but she was my buddy or like a sister, so I unconsciously rerouted the visual impulse of her stunning form to an alternate path in my brain. If I didn't know her as well as I did, I would have wanted to attack her developing body which was clearly showing under the wet tee shirt and clinging nylon shorts. We went from the pool to the hot tub. "Can you turn off the jets so we can see how clear the water is first?" She asked. "Sure." I said and turned off all but the minimal recycling. "Those guys were fucking in that water, do you think it is clean enough for us to go in?" She said with a certain amount of disgust on her face. "It's filtered and disinfected. Don't worry about it." I reassured her. We got in and luxuriated in the bubbling cauldron. Shauna sat back with her elbows on the edge and her legs open. "I want a kiss on the lips." She said. I looked at her bewildered. "You know like Mr. Stud did to your slut mom today."" "You want me to kiss you?" I asked to clarify. "Not on the mouth, on my other lips here." She said cupping her pussy with her hand. "Good luck. I'm not doing it." I said. "No, not you, but somebody. I'd just like to see what it's like sometime." She said dreamily. We soaked and talked then got dressed for dinner. "It's nice to have you over for dinner, Shauna. How has your summer been so far?" My dad asked. "Fun and games, so far Sir, and congratulations on your marriage." She said. "Yes, thank you Shauna. We're very happy." He said smiling, reaching for Terry's hand to squeeze. I had to distract myself to keep from puking. "So Dad, what do you think of the work the new yard-hand has been doing around the place?" "I really hadn't noticed much difference, but I'm glad we have someone on task with it." He said. Terry was putting up a good enough act for him, but not for us. "Are you guys doing anything special tonight?" I asked him. "Well Son, I'm leaving on a redeye for a business trip till the weekend. I'll be flying while you're sleeping." He disclosed. "Gosh Dad. Do you really have to go?" I asked. "It puts a roof over our heads, food on the table and keeps you and Terry in nice things." He said smiling at Terry. "Well, is it okay if Shauna stays over for the night?" I asked. She used to do it when we were younger, but we hadn't slept over at each other's house in years. "Don't you two think you're a little to old for that, I mean, Shauna you are turning into a beautiful young woman. I don't know." He said. Shauna smiled embarrassed/flattered. "Aw com'on, please? It's still the same between us, really." I pleaded. "Well, if it's okay with Shauna's parents, I suppose I couldn't object too strenuously." He conceded. When we were through with dinner, Shauna called. "Yes, his dad and new mom are here. Please, oh please." I heard from her end. As it turned out, she was allowed to stay providing she'd call them back first thing in the morning. Dad left for the airport around Ten. As soon as Terry sent him off with hugs and kisses she turned to us and tried to strong arm us into going to bed right away. "No way. We're staying up to watch a video. If you're nice to us, we'll let you watch it too." I said. This pissed her off, as if I could even prevent her from watching the video we were going to watch. We turned on the TV and watched the end of a network news magazine show. Terry moved and paced around looking at her watch occasionally. "We're gonna put in the video. Do you want to watch?" I asked, hiding a snicker with Shauna. Terry just stopped and looked toward the TV, not committing to sitting down and joining us. I slid a video cassette into the VCR, but picked up the remote for the camera as I worked my way back to the couch. I pushed play. "What the . . . ?" I said acting surprised, as Terry's pantiless crotch passed overhead in an upskirt view. She hadn't completely caught on yet. Then she saw Juan moving to the music and herself dancing out to the backyard with the Popsicle, and her face went ashen. "Hey this is great," Shauna teased, "where did you get this?" She asked innocently. Terry needed to watch from a chair, now too weak to stand. At the point she was stripping the wet shirt off of her hot body and on her way to removing her skirt, she put her face in her hands and sobbed. I had so much power in that moment, I didn't trust myself to wield it right then. Then there was a subtle knocking on the sliding glass doors, which were around a corner from us. Then the sound of doors sliding. Terry looked up in horror, ran around the corner, and we scooted to it to hear, "Go! Get out of here. Go now! I can't ever see you again. GO!" Terry said, pushing a figure out into the darkness. "Wha . . .?" we heard muttered faintly. Terry came back into the room and we had just dropped our butts back down into our seats. We looked at her intently for her reaction. She looked down at her fingers fiddling in her lap. "I guess you're going to tell your father." I just kept staring at her. "You win. I'll pack and be ready to go as soon as he returns." She said. She was playing me a bit, because I was actually feeling a little sorry for her, except when I put my dad's loving faith in her back into the equation. Then my rancor would heat up again. "I haven't decided whether I'll tell Dad yet or not. That can depend on you." She looked up at me somewhat hopefully. "I can't tell, first of all, if you have any real feelings at all for him, or is it just total contempt. Then I can't figure out why you would trade away such a good thing you have here for getting your jollies with any young stud you can entice. And last, I don't know if I can ever trust your agreeing to leave me alone if I let you stay." She stared at me with an intense but blank worried/hopeful glare. "You can begin to persuade me by giving Shauna here a kiss." Both Terry and Shauna looked at me like I was from another planet. "Not on the mouth, on the lips, here." I said pointing to Shauna's crotch. Shauna instinctively acted embarrassed and backhanded my upper arm acting annoyed by it, but when she saw Terry shuffling forward, she said matter-of-factly, "Okay," and began to unbutton her shorts. When she was naked below the waist and Terry had made it to a spot right in front of her, Shauna scooted her butt to the edge of the couch and spread her knees wide. "Take off your clothes too." I told Terry. She complied. She knew me by now and that I meant everything I said. "Now get on your hands and knees and apologize to Shauna by kissing her lips until I say stop." Terry tentatively crawled forward with a nauseated look on her face. Shauna was excited with anticipation. When Terry was close enough to smell the fresh young pussy smell from Shauna's snatch, she convulsed once like she was going to throw up. I swatted her butt to produce a mild sting to remind her of her task and she put her lips on Shauna's nether lips. Shauna's eyes closed while her mouth opened. She was in ecstasy. Me, I was the odd guy out, so I decided to get in on it too. Terry didn't deserve my dad, and my dad would never have had anything to do with her again once he knew what she did to him earlier that day, so I decided that I would put my thing into her thing for the first time. Somehow, it didn't seem as strange to me any more. Ooooo Baby! It felt great. I was no longer a virgin in the technical sense. My stepmommy dearest, the slut wife of my dad, was now my first. She was warm and slippery as I practiced working my cock into, out of, and around her place for it from behind. Shauna and I smiled the couple of times when we had eye contact, and I could tell she was enjoying her first experience as much as I was enjoying mine. I started slowly pumping in long hard strokes, making Terry's body lurch forward, her tits sway, and Shauna pleased as Terry's face was pushed harder each time into Shauna's snatch. Shauna tilted her pussy up and forward more. Her head seemed to be swimming. She rested her hands on the back of Terry's head and her heels on Terry's back. I put my hands around the insides of Terry's hips like meat hooks so she wouldn't all of a sudden quit and leave me hanging in that zone of no return. Shauna let out a quivering, crescendoing, scream as she succumbed to pleasurable sensations she had yet to experience the likeness of. She clutched Terry's head, her hands creating fists with Terry's hair - that had to hurt - and I started pumping as fast as I could, so as not to be left behind. Oh geez, that was something else. Not like my hand or Terry's mouth at all. I was in control of being out of control as I came with a thrust, wobbled out from the overwhelming sensation, came with a thrust again and wobbled out again, until I just couldn't take the sensory load being inside of her penis pocket any longer. Then I sat down on the floor with my back up against the couch, completely spent. Shauna let Terry go and went limp on the couch like a jellyfish. Terry backed away from us a little, kneeling, and started picking cunt hairs from her teeth with her tongue and fingers. "There," she finally said, "does that square things between us?" She asked hopefully. "It's a start in the right direction. Don't you think, Shauna?" I said. "Definitely the right direction." She replied, and high-fived me. "Can I have the video now?" Terry asked as enticingly as possible. "Ha. You've got to be kidding. Besides, it wouldn't do you any good. We've got copies this time. The jig is up, Stepmommy Dearest." I replied. 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