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The Son of Hank 'n Ange
by Phil Phantom (address defunct)

***

Step mom has infatuated step son to contend with and new 
husband is no help. (MF, wife, weird, ws)

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Angie married a damn good man with a fine son who had a 
very bright future. He was captain of the football team, 
honor society, senior class president with a UCLA 
football scholarship, a real gentleman, a dream hunk, 
and all-around great All-American young man. His father 
was so proud of that boy, and Angie felt that pride as 
well because he called her, Mom.

Chad's mom died when he was very young, and though he 
only knew Angie a short while before the wedding, he 
took to her almost from the start, and when a simple 
tying of a legal knot with invited friends and relatives 
made her an official step-mom, Chad took that one step 
better when he stepped up to kiss the bride. 

She didn't know what to expect from Chad and wasn't even 
sure how he felt about their sudden decision to marry. 
She prayed that he could at least accept it and call her 
Angie, preferably Ange, anything but Angela, or the 
dreaded Mizz Angela.

No one really knew how he felt. His father wasn't sure. 
Least sure and most unsure was the bride. She was scared 
shitless. She so wanted this marriage to work for her 
and her two young teen daughters who absolutely idolized 
Chad. Their idol could make it work or quickly destroy 
it. She would find out which it would be by the way he 
addressed her following the wedding.

She never expected to find Chad in the kiss-the-bride 
line, but he was the caboose, a surprise caboose. When 
the caboose arrived, everything in the rented Legion 
hall suddenly ceased and grew stone quiet. Over one 
hundred stood in silence as a nervous bride in a short 
and sexy wedding dress broke a cold sweat when Chad took 
her by the bare shoulders and made her feel much smaller 
than five four to his six three. 

The equally large and heavier husband moved behind her 
to lend his support at the hips. He gripped her hips to 
convey his support. She needed that grip, because she 
still could not tell what was coming. She looked up into 
the eyes of a true poker face, silently begging him not 
to ruin her day and all the rest to follow.

He was the master of the pregnant pause for dramatic 
effect. He made her sweat, but he slowing broke into a 
warm smile, then said, "You do make a beautiful bride. I 
think you get married just to show off, but I'm glad you 
married my dad this time. He'll give you no reason to 
ever look this beautiful again. You can let yourself go, 
now - eat, drink, and be marry, fart when you feel like 
it, belch when you please, get fat and go fishing. Laugh 
and dance your way into a far-off grave - Hank 'n Ange 
forever."

He wasn't done, but she was already in tears and hip 
support was needed to keep her on her feet as she 
listened to the rest, "I just want to sear this vision 
into my mind. I never saw a more beautiful woman in my 
life. I do want my kiss, but I don't want a proper kiss. 
I want to know what it's like to kiss the most beautiful 
and sexiest woman on Earth. This will be my only chance 
to get a kiss like that. Right after that kiss, I have 
something very important to ask you. If you say yes, I 
could never kiss you that way again. Because I do want a 
very special kiss, I feel I need to ask your permission 
and the permission of your husband. Angela, may I kiss 
you as I would like to kiss you?"

She nodded in a stupor, and would have done the same 
thing if he had said, "Angela may I fuck you the way I 
want to fuck you?"

Chad looked past her to his smiling father to say, "Pop, 
may I kiss your bride the way you don't want any other 
guy to kiss her?"

"Please do, Son. Make your father proud. If you can make 
this beautiful lady piss in her wedding dress on her 
wedding day, you'll make you father very proud. Let's 
see you lay one on her."

He took that limp woman in his arms and he laid one on 
her that curled her toes and rang her ears. Those two 
flat kissed like lovers in a parked Buick by the lake. 
They never came up for air. She didn't piss, and 
everyone was looking. When Chad got his hands on her 
bare ass, many could see the place she pisses from. They 
thought for sure they'd see piss - piss or lady cum. 
Nice shave. Went well with no under garments whatsoever, 
and you don't get a bride in a sexier wedding dress and 
still call it a wedding dress or the slut in it a bride.

This was a passionate kiss as in PASSIONATE - "lay me 
down and fuck me" passionate - "don't care who's 
watching" passionate - "yes, you are seeing it right, 
the horny slut married the jolly old buzzard to get the 
hunky son" passionate.

That's what it looked like but she maintained bladder 
control, and that was quite impressive, for those who 
knew her knew she didn't have a lot when she gets too 
excited. She dare not ride a roller coaster or watch 
Flip Wilson on anything but a piss pot.

That was a good five-minute kiss. That bride should have 
been ashamed of herself but she wasn't. That boy should 
have been ashamed of himself but he wasn't and only 
needed adjusting. She smiled when he did that, and then 
patted his massive erection affectionately because they 
were now that intimate. His slacks were very wet, but 
she got them that way without pissing.

After the way they'd had a form of fully clothed 
standing public sex, petting and squeezing his big cock 
was a really cool thing to do. Everybody thought so, 
after all he didn't cum but she most certainly did. She 
affectionately patted and even squeezed the cock that 
made her cum so good by cramming her wedding dress hard 
into her bridal cunt and grinding hard on her bridal 
clit. She wasn't the least embarrassed by what she did. 
That was a proper way to thank a young man for giving 
her the kiss of her life to start her new life as Hank 
'n Ange. Hank thought that was cool, too. God, he was 
proud of that boy.

But now, Chad once again held her by shoulders after 
putting her hooters back in the bridal hooter holders. 
Once again he got serious, so she got serious. This 
looked serious, so everyone got quiet and got serious as 
Chad said, "I have thought long and hard about what I am 
about to ask you, probably longer and harder than Dad 
did before asking you to be his wife. I don't think he 
had to think too long or too hard. I think one kiss was 
all he needed to put him on his knees. For me, this is 
bigger than asking a woman to be your wife. 

"Let's face it. Most marriages aren't permanent. None of 
yours have been. None of Dad's has been. This one will 
be for both of you. I have no doubt about that, and that 
helped me make a permanent decision. I have found the 
woman I want. I wasn't absolutely sure until I kissed 
you, but now I am absolutely sure, and I want to get 
down on both knees to ask you."

He did, and Angela swallowed hard, looked back to Hank 
who shrugged, not knowing what this was all about. This 
was a new Chad behavior. After that kiss, he wasn't sure 
what it meant, and most others weren't, but many thought 
they were about to witness a three-way marriage 
proposal. One of those others was the bride with a young 
man on both knees, holding both of her hands. She didn't 
know how to handle this. Hank didn't help, but he was 
still giving good grip support, now under the dress on 
bare hips that bared her most private parts - but this 
was serious, so most people only gawked seriously.

Chad stopped gawking at her shaved cunt and looked up to 
her face as he said, "Angela, this may not mean much to 
you. It might seem a silly thing to you. To me, this is 
the most important day in my life since I stood and laid 
flowers on my mother's fresh grave at the age of six. I 
wasn't sure I could ever do this or find a woman she 
would be pleased to see me kneel before and ask this 
question to, but I know she is here with her hands on my 
shoulders. Angela, I love you. Will you please let me 
call you Mom and be my Mom until I am once again with my 
Mom? I need a mom in my life, a mother to love who loves 
me like my mom did. Please say yes."

The bride pissed. The son soon knelt in a puddle of piss 
that dripped off him. She didn't mean to piss in his 
face or answer him in that wet fashion that seemed to 
suggest a very strong, FUCK NO! She cried YES in a big 
puddle of piss. Her son got wet, and so did she when she 
joined him in that puddle, held his soggy body in that 
puddle, and still added to the problem for she had 
straddled his lap and pissed right on his cock while 
holding him close. His new Mommy seemed a bit excited. 
Chad didn't know she had that problem. He was still 
trying to get over that FUCK YOU he thought he felt.

There was not a dry eye anywhere. Wedding tears are one 
thing. These fuckers were blubbering and many were 
Hank's construction and fishing buddies or Chad's 
football buddies who just don't blubber, but they were. 
Ladies were sharing their hankies with guys wearing 
beards. They didn't want them back wet with tears and 
snot. Keep it.

Now everyone knew why Chad had to get that kiss out of 
the way. He was no motherfucker, but he was a stepmother 
fucker. If he didn't take steps to make her a mother, he 
would sure as hell be fucking that woman whenever he 
felt like fucking her. Any kiss would have led straight 
to a fucking. Hank was a daddy who would let a son like 
Chad kiss his stepmother at the dinner table, then lay 
her ass over it and fuck her on it. She'd go with it 
just as she was willing to in a wedding dress. She 
squeezed his cock to let him know he still could. He 
could put it in and cum, hell, all the other adult males 
there had, including the preacher and her dad.

Hank was that kinda guy and Ange was that kinda gal. 
Hank had always wanted to see a father fuck his 
daughter, a preacher fuck a bride, and a bride piss in a 
slut's wedding dress. For Hank, this was quite a day. He 
married quite a gal. He had quite a son.

He also picked up two fine young daughters - twelve and 
fourteen - beautiful girls, virgin, sweet and pure, 
dressed in white, and looking awfully horny after 
watching their mother fuck an idol standing up without 
getting his cock out. When she pissed all over the boy, 
then knelt in piss, they looked like bride's maids 
needing a finger.

The little one got a preacher finger, and then got eased 
away from the crowd to a private place. Hank wasn't sure 
how he felt about that, but thought he should tell the 
child's kneeling, hugging mother. Seemed like the right 
thing to do, but they were into some serious hugging in 
some serious piss. He was pretty sure she'd get up and 
go put a stop to that child fucking shit. 

No one else seemed to have noticed. He could pretend he 
didn't, so that was what he ended up doing. Little Tammy 
got fucked real good. He knew it. She knew it. She knew 
he saw - knew he knew - he knew she knew that he knew - 
they both knew.

When they were all set to go on their honeymoon vacation 
to San Diego as a family, he and Tammy found themselves 
putting baggage in the car together. He couldn't resist 
and said, "Well, how was it?"

"Pretty good. Did you tell?"

"No. I didn't see a thing."

"Do we have a secret?"

"Do you want to shake on it?"

"Yeah." They shook. She beamed a big smile and said, 
"You sure are a cool step-dad. Can I call you Daddy, 
just Daddy?"

"You certainly may, precious, just precious."

"Daddy, I like secrets... so does Sherry. We could have 
a secret...me and you... you and Sherry... you, me, and 
Sherry. We both want Chad to fuck us. Sherry thinks he 
would if you asked him to. Every time Chad fucks one of 
us, you get anything you want. If he fucks us both, you 
get us both, and we'll do anything you want to see two 
sexy little girls do. Would you like a secret like that 
- Daddy?" She said while showing him her pussy by lying 
on the driveway.

He liked secrets. Before everyone piled into the car, 
Hank had a father to son talk in the garage. The son was 
shocked. The father begged. He got down on his knees and 
begged. The son said, "Pop, get up. This looks queer. 
All right. I'll fuck 'em, but damnit, Mom isn't going to 
like this."

"It'll be a secret."

"Pop, if you are wasting your honeymoon virility in her 
little girls, it won't be a secret for long."

"Fuck her for me."

"POP! I can't fuck my own Mom."

"Step-Mom."

"NO. She's not a step-mom, she's my mom."

"So what. She'd love to fuck you. The woman loves to 
fuck. That's why I married her. She flat loves to fuck, 
and I love to watch her fuck. Everybody I know has 
fucked her. You damn near fucked her at the wedding in 
her damn wedding dress. She loves being your mom, but 
she wants a mother fucker."

"She does?"

"You couldn't tell? She's so excited because she is so 
sure you are. If you tell her you're not, she'll be 
crushed. You sure as hell kiss a mother like one."

"Pop, you're bullshitting me. I told her and everyone 
else that I only kiss a step-mom that way. She knows 
that. You are setting me up, and please get up. Get up 
or suck my damn dick."

"I'll suck the damn thing if you'll be a mother fucker. 
I'm serious. Haul that one-eyed bad puppy out. See if I 
don't suck it. I'll suck a son's cock. I ain't proud."

"Zip it back up. You ain't suckin' my damn dick, again. 
I know you're not proud. You're a damn cock-sucker."

"You have a damn fine cock, son."

"Stop kissing my fucking underwear and zip me up, you 
fuckin' fag Pop - KEERIST! Quit showing me the genes I'm 
not proud of. I think I buried all the good ones."

He zipped up and stood, saying, "God rest her soul. 
There was a good woman - lousy driver, but a fine woman. 
She always thought you'd grow up to be a fine 
motherfucker. If she picked Angie out like you said, 
then she picked out a good mom for her boy to fuck."

"Think so?"

"She couldn't pick a finer one. Angie is a damn fine 
fuck, son. Ask anybody. Ask her father. Ask the preacher 
that married us. Ask your new sisters. They know she's a 
great fuck. They have eyes. They have ears. They can 
smell. They feel she's great because she drips fuck on 
them when she climbs over them to get out of bed to go 
take a piss and wipe her cunt after a fuck. She don't 
care what they see, and she don't mind dripping fuck on 
them, but she doesn't want those girls fucking until 
they're at least sixteen. She made a deal that she won't 
hide any fucking if they promise not to do any."

"They should keep their promises."

"Maybe so, but for the little one, it's too late, and 
they both have a bad case of the Chad's. They don't want 
promises, they want secrets. I want secrets. I want you 
to be a mother fucker and a sister fucker, only don't 
keep the mother fucking a secret."

"Damnit Pop, I ain't no mother fucker."

"You will sorely disappoint that woman if you ain't. She 
loves to fuck for an audience, especially those girls, 
and she thinks you are that way, too, and she thinks you 
are dying to fuck her in front of her little girls who 
she knows adores you and can't wait to see you fuck 
their Mommy. She's about to wet herself with excitement. 
She thinks you are going to fuck her or mess with her 
all the way to San Diego. She's getting herself all 
gussied up for you, shaving that pussy extra close, and 
you can bet your sweet mother fucking ass there won't be 
anything to get in your way."

"If I see evidence of that, I could be the son she 
wants, but I had best see good evidence. I don't trust 
you, you horny old pervert buzzard. I know what you 
want. You want those girls and you want my cum in your 
wife's pussy."

"Girls, too. You got great cum, son, and it don't get no 
better than mixed in with pussy juice. Mix it up good 
for your old perverted Pop. I know you hate seeing your 
Pop suck it right outta your gorgeous pony cock like a 
queer, so use the pussy blenders I got ya - all three - 
do it for me and I'll stop licking your hunky chunky 
spunky bull balls and pesterin' you for cum. You won't 
ever have to fuck my nasty ass again. Just keep them 
cunts good and juicy for me. That's all I'm askin'. Son, 
I'm beggin'."

"You're a sick puppy, Pop."

"Got me a good woman, though, don't I?"

"She is a good woman, least ways she was till she met 
you."

"I'm bringing out the best in her, that's all. She ain't 
never looked better, felt better, ain't never fucked 
better or been this horny in her life. Fucked hell out 
of her dad, and that man has been trying to get her to 
put out since she was eight. She had him in tears, 
begging her to stop. She fucked the balls off that sick 
puppy Pop, but no way would she ever fuck the balls off 
my stud pony son."

"She looks happy. I'll give you that, but she won't be 
happy if she discovers all these damn secrets. Keeping 
your secrets in a honeymoon suite in San Diego will be a 
bitch. I have a feeling you have us all sharing one room 
and one bed, don't you?"

"I had to reserve two adjoining rooms, but we're only 
going to use one. The honeymoon beds are big at the 
Hotel Del Coronado."

"Pop, you are going to blow this marriage before it even 
gets off the ground, and you need this one to work out. 
She's your fucking soul mate. You're a fucking idiot to 
rush this."

"She married an idiot. She knows that. She might get 
pissed, but she is not going to trash this marriage just 
because she finds out I'm an idiot in a rush. The most 
she'll do is chew my ass and try to slow me down. I know 
one thing. She won't kick you out of the bed, and she 
won't kick those girls out. She might kick me out. She 
is already seeing this as her honeymoon with her stud 
pony son."

"CHRIST!"

"How do I look... sexy?" 

The subject entered the room and did a turn in something 
very short and very sexy. It couldn't get any shorter 
and it couldn't have any underwear under it. When she 
did a cute rump-thrusting bend with hands perched on 
knees, Chad saw that he was right. So was his Pop. She 
shaved extra close and was eager to prove it - that or 
to prove she was a female mare in season - or she was a 
new mom out trolling for a motherfucker. The two 
daughters stood on either side of that shameless 
display.

Tammy said, "She wants you bad, Chad."

Sherry said, "Your mommy is in heat, Chad."

Hank looked to his son and said, "Is this evidence good 
enough for you?"

It was. Chad sauntered over and cupped her crotch while 
freeing his pony cock - a full twelve inches of 
throbbing love muscle that had those girls swooning and 
drooling. Those girls wanted him all the way naked and 
set about getting him that way as their mother said, 
"Fuck me, Chad. Please fuck me with that gorgeous pony 
cock. I can't wait for San Diego and there is not enough 
room in the car to fuck a stallion. Fuck me, now, Chad - 
fuck me, now!"

Chad centered his cock and drove it home, bringing her 
straight up where he took her by the tits and kissed her 
passionately. While he kissed and fucked, he felt those 
girls licking his legs until they were licking his 
fucking cock and balls. He broke the kiss to say, "Your 
daughters are licking my cock and balls."

"They love the taste of fuck. I love giving them a 
taste. I hope you don't mind?"

Chad wasn't too surprised when his Pop knelt at his ass 
and sent a long tongue up his asshole. Chad could see 
that nothing was ever going to change and she was, 
indeed, his soul mate. He said, "I hope you know I am 
going to fuck your daughters."

"Of course you will. We are all yours, Chad. We live to 
serve you and your mighty cock and balls, 
Chad...Chad...CHAD! CHAD, WAKE UP!" 
"Huh...what...where...who - ANGELA!"

Angela in a robe sat on his bed at his hip and said, 
"Yes, Angela, and welcome to my world. I can see what 
world you were in and you were about to create more 
laundry. I'm sorry to wake you right at the climax of a 
wet dream, but I think you have far too many as it is. 
There is something wrong with a boy who has so many, and 
I don't like hearing my name called out from a boy's wet 
dream. Stop staring at my chest. There is nothing inside 
this robe that should be of any interest to you, young 
man. I will not be treated like a sex object, and my 
daughters are not your little whores. Don't you even wet 
dream about those girls. Don't you even look at my girls 
like girls. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Chad, as you know, your father and I are getting 
married today. I know this is all rather sudden. Maybe 
you don't like having us move in like this. Maybe you'd 
like to do your own laundry and your own cooking. 
Frankly, I don't care what you like or don't like as 
long as we have a clear understanding before I go 
through with this marriage. That's what I am here to get 
straight. Your father and I have talked a great deal 
about you. Are you aware of that?"

"No."

"We have. I know he has pushed hard to make you a man 
and you keep falling short of that mark. You didn't make 
the football team, and you lost big in the student body 
elections. You have never gotten close to an honor roll. 
You are winning no scholarships, and you think you are 
the last male virgin in the senior class. That wouldn't 
surprise me. Let me see your dick."

"But..."

"I said show me your dick."

Chad drew the covers off and showed her a pitiful sight 
which she took between her thumb and forefinger like 
something dead in the road, small and dead, saying, 
"Here's the problem. Your father doesn't have this 
problem. He's hung like a stud pony - gorgeous cock, a 
manly man with a very masculine cock and balls. He gets 
all the pussy he wants, including my girls. We all sleep 
in the same bed. Were you aware of that?"

"No. I was wondering." 

"Chad, let's face it. You're a loser with a little dick. 
You would make someone a good punk. That's what we talk 
about. That shit turns me and my daughters on. We'd like 
to see a father treat his son like a punk, put his sexy 
ass in panties, and fuck him like a little girlie girl, 
make him squeal like a pig then fuck him in the mouth to 
shut him up - gag the little fag bastard on a man's cum 
- raise him on whore piss and fuck from whore cunts. 
He's willing if I can talk you into it. I will only go 
through with this marriage if I can. We are all counting 
on you to do the right thing and accept your lot in 
life, but that will give you a sex life. What do you 
say?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I thought you'd say that. Here, put these panties on 
and come with me. Oh, and by the way. You are going to 
be a bride's maid. Sounds just like a wet dream, doesn't 
it?"

"Pretty close...Angela, after the ceremony, can I call 
you Mom?"

"Sure, if you want your punk face slapped."

"Just checking."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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