I’d been looking forward to this night all week long, and after this week I surely needed it. My dad was out of town on business for the month, and after only five days of Helen being in charge, I was ready to do something terrible to my stepmother. She had always treated me as an inconvenience and took great pleasure in making me do chores—her housework—and my dad usually took her side.

It was easy to see how Helen pussy-whipped him. At thirty-two she was fifteen years younger and only twelve older than me. And she was totally beautiful: the face and body of an actress, but without the skills. At least she was skilled enough to trap Dad. I resented her so much that when I jacked off to fantasies of her it was usually something nasty.

Tonight would help me forget all of that. My buddies Jake and Ted were picking me up to get loaded and hit a few Hollywood strip clubs. That was the plan, until Jake got in a traffic accident. By the time the hassle was over was over, none of us were in a party mood.

There was a strange car in our driveway when Jake dropped me off. On the chance it was one of Helen’s hot girlfriends, I peeked in the big living room window. I’d never seen her in less than a swimsuit, so I got instant wood from seeing her smokin’ body full nude. She was carrying cocktail glasses to the sofa… where her naked tennis pro lounged.

There is a God!

I snapped a dozen pictures—them kissing, him feeling up her tits, her jacking him off—and when she started sucking his cock I knew this was the perfect moment. I started recording video and entered quietly, tip-toeing across the foyer to the living room and right up to the sofa.

“Wave hi to Dad!” I chuckled.

She disgorged his cock and shrieked, then recovered quickly. “Dale! What are you doing here?” she said as she covered up with a pillow. Hers was a big, sheepish smile meant to disarm me.

Meanwhile, the tennis dude, Lance, jumped up and started tugging on his silk boxers. “Hey, man. Seriously. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Get the fuck out of here right now and maybe I won’t send a copy of this to the country club. Unless you wanna lose your job?”

Lance scooped up his clothes and left, leaving Helen and me looking at each other. I saw her calculating moves as she looked at me with a hopeful smile. She knew I was too resentful to try begging my silence. Instead she set the pillow aside and sat back, drifting her legs apart.

She thinks she’s going to fuck her way out of this.

“Dale, honey. I think we got off on the wrong foot. You’re a very attractive boy—I mean attractive man. I think perhaps we should get to be closer, don’t you? Tell me what you think.”

I approached her as I spoke, uploading all the evidence to the cloud. “I think I was never so happy Dad got the pre-nup he did. Oh, I read it. Yes, I did. Soon after I realized you were a money-hungry cunt.” I said the last as I stood over her.

“I’m your mother now! You can’t speak to me like—”

She cried out as I slapped her so hard it turned her head. Her eyes filled with tears, angry ones. She opened her mouth to curse me out.

“Shut up, bitch. If he divorces you, you get nothing. Worse, you pay for your own divorce lawyer and you lose the clothes, jewelry and that Jaguar you love so much. And this sex vid? Forget landing a new man anywhere in SoCal. You’ll be finished out here.”

Her sullen look was priceless. “What do you want, Dale?”

“A slave. For the next three weeks, until Dad comes home.”

“You’re fucking kidding!”

I slapped her again. “Number one rule: I am now ‘Master’ to you. Two: you always do what I say without talking back. Three: that video is the nuclear option in case all other punishments fail. Understand?”

She lay sprawled there with fear in her eyes. “P-please… M-master. Don’t do this to me. Please.”

“On your knees. Right now.”

I watched with great satisfaction as my nude stepmom knelt on the carpet before me, cowed and wary. I sat on the sofa and announced she was getting her first spanking both for talking back and as an example of what further defiance would bring to her.

My cock grew hard in my jeans as her naked thighs settled onto my lap. Those big, round buttocks looked so sexy that a moment I wanted to spread them and stick my tongue in there. That would be a mistake. She couldn’t presume she could use her sex appeal against me. If anything, I’d make her rim me and do it well.

“Count, slut!” I announced and slapped a cheek hard.

“One!” she cried out.

I slammed the other cheek even harder. “One—what, slave?”

“One, Master!”

I returned to the other, harder. “No, that was Two, slave! You lost the count! Now you have to start again!”

I lost track of how long but I kept tricking her, making her lose count and start back at one, until my hand was sore. Even better, her ass was dark red and she was crying freely, sobbing, like a little girl. When I paused, she looked up at me hopefully. I dumped her to the floor.

“On your knees, Mom.”

She shakily got to her knees with dismay on her face. “Please, Master. Don’t say it like that. It sounds so… dirty.”

“You are my mom, aren’t you? Married to my dad, right? I like the idea that my loving mother is my slave now.” I unzipped my pants and eased out my pulsating fucktool. “Suck my dick, Mom.”

She gasped and her eyes went at hearing my taboo order. She swallowed hard and leaned forward, her face dripping with fresh tears as she took my cock into her mouth. I groaned deeply to make her feel even more like a slut as she tentatively gave me head.

“Is that the best you can do?”

She whimpered miserably but picked up her attempts. Still it didn’t seem very enthused to me. I told her to suck my dick like it was Dad’s and she wanted a $50,000 piece of jewelry from him. And if she didn’t, I would motivate her.

A minute later I wasn’t impressed. I got a wicked idea that would further put her in her place. “You don’t seem to be enjoying it. Maybe if it had more flavor. Get on all fours and spread your knees wide.”

I stripped off my clothes and crouched behind her. Those succulent cheeks were spread wide to expose her parted labia and her dark, puckered asshole. Again I wanted to lick it. Instead I stuck my finger in her face and told her to suck it. When it dripped with spit, I touched it to her anal pucker and swirled my finger around.

“Please, Master…:” my stepmom whined. “Please, no.”

I felt her butthole tense up as I massaged it. She yelped as I purposefully pushed in my fingertip. I loved the feel of her hot, tight sphincter muscle clamped around my finger. I wormed it in a little deeper making her cry out a little more loudly.

“It’s going in, Mom. Save yourself the pain and me the hassle.”

It was like a switch was thrown; my finger easily slid halfway into her ass. I pulled it out and ordered her to suck it good and wet. She looked full of intense self-pity as she sucked on my finger. The next time it slid easily all the way up her poop chute. I fucked it in and out for a minute and pulled out a now-fragrant digit.

“Suck.”

The look of defeat in her eyes turned me on almost as much as when she closed her lips and began eating her anal flavor off my finger. Four more times I did this until her asshole was nice and loose, and her anal scent was heavy in the air. It had to be intense in her mouth.

I knelt between her legs. “I used to dream of doing this with your pussy until you started being a bitch.”

“I’m sorry, Master! Let me make it up to—”

She gasped as I jammed my dick right up her asshole. As much as I had prepped her, she was still so tight. I grabbed the sides of her large ass and began ramming in as hard as I could.

Mom whimpered as I deep-fucked her butt, and the thought of who I was cornholing got me crazy. I was fucking my hated stepmom, pounding her anal meat and degrading her. I decided I would do this at least once a day before Dad came back.

Then she began to really moan. I swear she was pushing her butt back into my thrusts, trying to drive me even deeper into her rectal pussy.

“You’re such a great fuck, Mom,” I grunted. “Your ass feeling so good, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy!”

“It isn’t right, Dale—Master!” she whined.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I… It… I’m so confused!”

“Confess you love it, Mom!”

“I—oh, fuck—I love it. I love your cock.”

“You love what? Exactly!”

“I love your cock fucking my asshole. But it isn’t right!”

“I’ll show you ‘not right,’ you slut!”

I pulled out of her ass and stood by her face. “Suck it clean, Mom.”

Her eyes wild with frenzied passion, my stepmom got to her knees and took my prick into the warm cavern of her hot mouth. She hungrily sucked her ass juices off my dick, moaning and whimpering with intense lust. I didn’t have much time before I’d shoot my load.

I pulled back and jacked off at her face. “Open wide, Helen!”

“Please call me ‘Mom,’ Master!”

“Here it comes, Mom!”

“Oh yes, baby, feed me your hot cum!”

“You’re horny for your son, aren’t you?” my voice shuddered as I furiously stroked my pole at those plump, red lips.

“Yes, Master!” She desperately diddled her clit.

“You want me to fuck your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh god yes, Master!” She panted, approaching her own climax.

“You’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you, Mom?”

“Yes, Master!” she gasped as she shuddered with orgasm.

“Good Mommy slut.”

And then I shot my load all over my loving mother’s beautiful, sweaty face.