Step-Mommy

By Felix & Jennifer

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 1

My Mother died when I was little, and I really don't remember that much about her. Growing up it was just me and Dad, and so there really wasn't much need for modesty. Usually after dinner I'd take a shower and then spend the rest of the night, and most of the next morning until school, walking around in an old t-shirt and a pair of tighty-whities, and Dad usually did the same, except that he wore boxers.

Around the time I turned eleven, Dad took a promotion at work, and he wasn't around that much anymore. This was around the time that I first started playing with myself, and it was great. I had the entire house to myself most of the time, and I was able to jack-off whenever I felt like it. I got really used to the privacy.

Then Dad started dating Donna. She was in her late thirties and she wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't great looking either. I did not like her, and I didn't like her being around all the time.

When I was thirteen, they told me they were getting married. I called Donna a cunt and told her to go fuck herself and stay out of my life. Me and Dad had a long talk that night, and I agreed to treat Donna better, but I think she always hated me after that. She moved in the next weekend.

Her first night living with us we all ate dinner together. After dinner Dad looked at his watch and turned to me and said, "It's already a quarter to eight. You should probably jump in the shower now and get ready for bed so you can spend the rest of the night watching TV with us."

"I think I should wait to get ready for bed tonight."

"Nonsense," Dad said. "Hurry up and go take your shower right now. If you're quick you won't miss anything."

"But I don't have any pants to wear to bed. I'd have to be in my underwear, and Donna's here."

Dad and Donna both laughed. He said to me, "Don't be silly boy, she's living here now, she's going to see you in her underwear. She won't mind, will you honey?".

"Of course not," said Donna. "Now why don't you go take your shower and then join us for some TV."

After my shower I walked out in just a t-shirt and my underwear. I was nervous as all hell and felt humiliated. Donna was the only girl or woman who ever saw me in my underwear for as long as I could remember. As I walked to the couch, trying to cover myself, she said, "Oh don't be so shy. It's no worse than if you were wearing a bathing suit. Come over here and sit down."

But it was worse. My bathing suit was baggy, but my briefs were tight, and hugged my waist, and she could see a small bulge in my crotch. Then there was the fear that if I turned the wrong way everything might just fall out. I sat down on the couch between the two of them, and I could swear Donna kept looking at my crotch all night and smiling. I was so uncomfortable I went to bed early.

After that night I tried to keep Donna seeing me in my underwear to a minimum. I got dressed as soon as I woke up, and I retreated to my room every night after my shower and threw the blankets over me.

The worst part about having her living with us though was that she was always around. There was never a good time to play with myself. She didn't work, so she was always just hanging around the house. I tried masturbating in the shower, but every time I got started Donna would knock on the door and say that I was taking too long and she needed to wash her hair or use the toilet.

I didn't want to masturbate in bed, because there isn't a lock on my door, and the walls are really thin, but after a few weeks of not getting off I got desperate, so one night I put the covers and slid my underwear down. My cock was already hard before I even touched it.

As soon as I started to jack off though the door swung open and Donna walked in to collect my dirty laundry. She looked at me and said, "Oh good, you're still up," and turned on my light.

"I was hoping we could talk a little bit about me living here now," she said as she sat down on my bed, just inches from my lap. There I was, desperately trying to hide the raging hard-on I had underneath the covers as she went on and on about our new living situation. We talked for over an hour, my underwear around my ankles the entire time, and by the time we were finished I was soft and exhausted. I fell asleep without ever masturbating that night. It almost seemed like she was trying to stop me from playing with myself.

Chapter 2

That December Dad had a work emergency and had to leave town for the entire month, and so I was stuck with just Donna over Christmas break. I was hoping I'd at least get some alone time over Christmas break to play with myself, but the first week Donna never left the house, except to take me out. Even worse, with Dad gone she had nothing to do but hang around me all day long. I never had a free moment to myself to so much as touch it.

Then one morning I woke up and looked out my window, and her car wasn't in the drive. Still in my underwear and t-shirt, I ventured out my door and started walking through the house to make sure she was really gone. I walked through every room, and shouted her name a couple of times, just to be sure.

Once I was positive I was alone, I walked to the family and started flipping through the channels on the TV. It was still early, and I was hoping to find an exercise show that I could jack off to. As I was sitting there, going through the channels, I noticed a tape sitting by the VCR, and the label said 'XXX Anal Destruction'.

I figured that Dad accidentally left the tape out, but he would have had to of done that before he went out of town, and I hadn't noticed it before that day. I didn't spend too long thinking about where the tape came from though. I put the tape in the VCR and started watching.

I'd never seen a porno before. I wasn't even allowed to watch PG-13 rated movies, and I hadn't seen a naked breast since my mother used to feed me. Now I was watching some hot porn star strip naked and get a cock pounded into her ass. I was memorized. My dick got super hard super fast, but I didn't even bother playing with myself yet. I just wanted to watch what was happening.

Then I heard Donna scream, "What the hell are you doing!".

She must have come in while I was watching the movie. "Oh my God," I yelled. "I swear I didn't know what it was, I just popped it in and pressed play."

"Where did you even get that from?"

"It must be Dad's. It's not mine."

"Yeah right," said Donna. "Your father doesn't have filthy tapes like that. He's not some sort of pervert like you."

"I swear it's not mine," I said.

Looking down out my crotch Donna said, "My God!. Were you masturbating?"

I forgot how hard I was. There was a huge tent in my underwear, and she was starring right at it. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and tried to hide it. "I swear, I really wasn't. I didn't mean to... please don't tell my dad."

I was crying now. I was completely humiliated by all of this.

"I have to tell your dad about this. He needs to know if this is the sort of thing you're doing when we're not home."

"I swear I've never done this before," I said. "And I'll never do this again, just please don't tell Dad on me, please."

She looked at me crying, and said, "I guess I could keep what happened here today from your father, but you still need to be punished. Would it be okay if I punished you for this, and then we could keep this a secret from your Dad?".

"Okay," I said, still whimpering. "Dad usually takes away my TV and doesn't let me go out when I do something wrong."

"You've barely gone out all week," Donna said, "and there's nothing on TV right now because of Christmas. That won't do. How about you have to do everything I tell you to do around the house for the next week, until your father comes back."

"Okay," I said. I wasn't crying anymore. It didn't sound so bad, and Donna was starting to seem really nice.

"But you have to do everything I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. No slacking off, and no lip or back talk. The moment I don't think you're taking this punishment seriously, I'm going straight to your father."

"That's okay," I said. "What do you want me to do first?"

"Well I was just about to scrub the kitchen floor," Donna said. "Why don't you fill up the mop bucket, and there's a sponge under the sink. I'll be there in a minute to make sure you're doing it right."

I was soft now, so I put the couch cushion down and starting walking towards my bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Donna asked.

"To go get dressed so I can start on the floor."

"Don't do that," Donna said. "You're just going to get your clothes dirty. You can get dressed after you finish cleaning."

"But I'd really rather get dressed now."

"I told you no back talk. You march into that kitchen right now and start scrubbing those floors, or I'm calling your father right now."

So I went to the kitchen and filled the mop bucket and started scrubbing the floor. After a few minutes Donna came in, and sat down on the chair. She just sat there and watched me in my underwear the whole time. I was so nervous and scared that she might catch a glimpse of my penis as I scrubbed. I tried my best to stay covered.

After I was finished Donna told me to go wash all of the windows. I begged her to let me get dressed first, but she told me that no one was up this early, and no one would care anyways. So there I was, in my underwear, standing in front of the windows for all the neighbors to see. There really wasn't anybody out that early, but after a while I did see a girl from my school walking her dog. As soon as I noticed her I moved away from the window, but I could see her smiling. I think she saw me.

After the windows were done Donna told me to go get dressed, and that there wasn't anything else I needed to do today, so I could relax. "But tomorrow morning I expect you to do some more chores," she said. "And don't bother getting dressed until you're finished."

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up and headed into the kitchen. After having Donna watch me in my underwear for almost an hour the day before, being seen by her in my underwear didn't seem so bad anymore. Donna also had the window open today, and it was kind of chilly, so there really wasn't a bulge to speak of.

"You did a horrible job on this floor yesterday," Donna said.

"I'm sorry."

"That isn't good enough. You need to redo it, and you need to actually scrub hard this time."

I filled my bucket and got my sponge and started scrubbing the floor again. Donna yelled, "Scrub harder," and kicked me in the behind. I slipped and fell into the puddle of water. It soaked the front of my t-shirt and my underwear.

My wet underwear was nearly transparent, and very quickly I put the sponge over my crotch. Shivering I said, "I need to go change now."

"You're not doing anything until you finish young man. Now get down on your knees and scrub my fucking floor, or I'll tell your father everything."

I got back down on my knees, freezing cold, and tried my best not to face Donna. I was pretty sure she could see my penis through my underwear if she looked right at it."

After I was finished I stood up and put my hands over my crotch, and said, "Can I please go get dressed now?".

"No, you still have more chores to do."

"But I'm so cold, I'm going to get sick."

"You're probably right," Donna said. "Wait right here."

She left, and a few seconds later came back with a towel. She threw it at me and said, "Here, dry yourself off."

I started to dry myself. "It's not working, I'm still cold. My clothes are too wet."

Donna said, "Lift up your arms."

"I'd rather-"

"Lift up your fucking arms!"

I did what she said, no longer able to hide much crotch. She lifted the t-shirt up over my head and said, "Start drying your chest now."

I started wiping my chest with the towel, and she walked behind me as I dried myself. Suddenly I felt her fingertips go into the waistband of my underwear, and she yanked them down. Quickly I dropped the towel down to cover my penis. But she was behind me, and looking right at my naked butt. She was the first girl to ever see me like this.

"Come on now step out of them," Donna said.

I just stood there, in shock. I was now naked in front of her except for the towel I was holding over my dick.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day. You still have a lot of work to do."

I stepped out of my underwear, and turned around to face her.

"Give me that back," she said, tugging at the towel. "You're dry enough."

"I'd rather keep it."

"Why, so you can jack off into it? That's one of my good towels, I don't want you cumming on it."

"Please let me keep the towel," I said. "I'll go right to my room and put on another pair of underwear and then I'll give it back."

"So you can dirty more clothes so I'll have to do even more laundry you spoiled little brat," Donna said.

"Please, I'll do all my own laundry from now on. Please just let me keep the towel."

"No," Donna yelled, pulling the towel from my hands. Now I was standing there, my penis in full view. Very quickly I put my hands over my crotch.

Donna turned away and said, "Go vacuum the living room. And don't be putting on more underwear either. I was serious about not doing any extra laundry."

I ran naked into the living room and started vacuuming. Vacuuming naked wasn't that bad. Donna stayed in the kitchen, so I was all alone. I thought the worst of it was over, and then I heard her scream, "Get your ass in here right now."

I walked back into the kitchen naked, trying my best to keep my hands over my crotch.

Donna was sitting in her chair. She said, "Look at this floor."

I looked down. It looked fine. "I don't see anything."

"Get on your hands and knees and look at this fucking floor, right now."

I got down on my hands and knees, trying my best to keep my penis covered. Donna said, "Do you see all that dirt on the floor that you missed."

"No, it looks clean to me. I swear it looks clean to me."

"Well it's not," Donna yelled. She shoved the bottom of her foot in my face, "Look at my foot, look how dirty it is from walking on this floor."
"Maybe it's from something else, like what you walked on yesterday."

"I took a shower this morning," Donna said. "I know how to clean myself. This is from walking on the kitchen floor you were supposed to clean. That's it, I'm just going to call your father and be done with this."

"No please don't," I begged. "I swear I did my best. I'll clean the floor again. Just please don't call Dad."

"I guess we don't have to call your father. But you need to clean this floor again tomorrow. And right now you need to clean my feet."

I started to get up and Donna said, "Where are you going, you need to clean my feet before you do anything else."

"I was going to go get a rag and some soap."

Donna looked at me and said, "Before you do anything else, you need to clean my feet," and she put her right foot up to my face.

"How can I do that without a rag?"

"Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours."

I thought she was joking, so I started to get up again, and she said, "Boy, if you try to get up one more time before my feet are clean, I swear to fucking God I'll call your father."

I got back down on my knees, and she put her foot up to my face. Kneeling naked on the kitchen floor, I started to lick the dirt off of her right foot. She made me lick every inch of her foot, and suck on each of her toes, and then she made me do the same for her left foot.

As I was licking her feet, my dick got hard, and when I was done she looked down at my hard-on and said, "Well aren't you the little pervert. You got turned on from licking my feet."

Donna giggled at that, then said, "Okay, go clean the windows then you can be done for the day."

"I can't clean the windows like this."

Donna looked at me and said, "You're right. You're young enough that the neighbors won't care if they see your shriveled up little wiener through the windows, but if they say that raging hard-on someone might get upset. You got five minutes to make it go away."

I had to sit there on the floor, butt naked, while she stared at my hard-on and I stared at her bare feet. After five minutes I was still rock hard. Donna said, "Okay times up."

"It's not going away."

"Well then you're going to need to make it go away."

"But I can't."

Donna got up and through a rag at me. She said, "I'm sure you can figure out some way to make it go soft in the next five minutes. Like what you were doing the other day maybe."

Donna sat back down in the chair. I started to get up, and Donna said, "And where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, to go do what you said."

"I didn't say to go to the bathroom. You play with yourself right there, or don't. But you damn well better be soft in five minutes, or I'm calling your father."

So I sat back down and started to stroke myself. Donna just sat there and watched, smiling all the time. She lifted her foot up and I saw the bottom again, and started cumming right into the towel. When I was finished she grabbed it from me and said, "Now go wash the windows."

I was really nervous about someone seeing me as I washed the windows, but no one came around. When I was finishing up Donna came into the room and lightly smacked my bare ass. She said, "I've been thinking about the laundry, and I'm tired of doing so much. From now on I want you to go to bed like you are right now after your shower, and do your chores like this too, at least until your father gets home. It's not like you have anything left that I haven't seen yet."

Chapter 4

That night Donna was waiting for me as I came out of the shower, so that she could make sure that I went to my bedroom completely naked. When I woke up the next morning I went back to the kitchen, still completely nude, and found Donna sitting on the chair in her nightgown drinking her coffee. She hadn't gotten dressed yet.

"I'm going to need you to scrub the floor again today."

"But I've done that the last two days," I said. "The floor's really clean now."

"Don't argue with me," Donna said. "Now I want to see you on your knees scrubbing that floor."

I filled up my bucket and started scrubbing the floors. I wasn't making any effort to hide my dick anymore. After what Donna saw yesterday, I really didn't see the point.

"Get your little wiener hard again for me," Donna said. "I want to see it bobbing up and down while you clean."

"I can't," I said. "It's too cold in here."

"Play with it for a little bit."

I tried touching myself, but my hands were wet, and that just made it shrivel up more. "I can't get hard," I said. "There's really nothing I can do."

"Oh fine," Donna said, and went back to drinking her coffee. But once I turned my back to her, I felt her foot caressing my ass.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"I'm getting it hard," Donna said. "You just concentrate on scrubbing that floor."

Suddenly I felt her start to put her big toe into my butthole. "Please don't do that."

"If you would've gotten yourself hard, I wouldn't have to do this. You just concentrate on scrubbing that floor."

She slightly dipped her big toe into my asshole, and then pulled it out and wiggled it around the outside a few times. I didn't want her to put anything in my ass, I'm not gay, but I really liked what she was doing. After less than a minute of this I was hard as a rock.

"That's better," Donna said.

When I was done she threw the rag at me, and told me to jack-off again. I did what she told me to do, and went back to cleaning the floor.

After a while I had to piss really bad, and started to get up.

"Where are you going now?" Donna asked.

"I need to pee."

"Then hold it until you're finished."

"I can't," I said. "I need to go really bad."

"For christsakes."

Donna stood up and got a plastic cup and threw it at me. "Pee in that. And I swear, if you get one drop on this kitchen floor I'm going to make you lick it up."

Donna sat there watching me for a few seconds, and then said, "Well, hurry up already. I want this floor finished sometime today."

"I can't pee with you watching me," I said. "I need privacy."

"Then if you can hold it, finish cleaning the floor."

I got back on my knees and started scrubbing the floor, but every time I moved I felt the pain in my bladder, and it got to the point where I was struggling to hold it in. Finally I stood up and said, "I can't hold it anymore."

I turned around to pee in my cup, and Donna said, "If you want to pee, you face me while you do it, or you can go back to finishing the floor."

I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I turned around, and put the tip of my penis up to the cut, and let the piss go out as Donna watched me peeing into the cup.

When I was finished I tried to hand the cup to Donna, but she said, "I don't want that."

"What am I supposed to do with it?" I asked.

"Just put it on the floor until you're done, and then you can flush it down the toilet."

I put the glass of pee on the floor and continued scrubbing the floor while Donna watched.

After I finished Donna said, "Go take a shower. I guess you're done for today, but you're going to need to clean this floor again tomorrow. I'm having some friends over in the morning. But don't think that means you don't have to do your chores, or that you're allowed to wear clothes in the morning."

(The End)