by Writing Shark
Events come to a head
It’s the next morning and with your cock freshly sucked dry, you’re sitting expectantly at the kitchen table, your sister next to you, and looking at the stairs.
“Good morning.” Your father sleepily comes down the stairs and sits down at the table.
“Are you okay dad?” Cathy asks, the taste of your sperm on her tongue.
“Something like that hasn’t happened to me in years,” he murmurs. “I have overslept.”
“You’re doing a good job dad,” you encourage him. “You deserve a quiet day.” Your father smiles at you gratefully, then you look away as the potential possibility of unrest comes down the stairs with your stepmother. Now it’s time to decide whether your rules have applied.
“Good morning,” says the woman, also sleepy. It seems like nothing has happened, but the fact that there are no police in the kitchen gives you hope. Cathy also looks at you expectantly. “Hey, darling.” With these words, she hugs your father tightly and presses a big kiss on his cheek. Of everyone, he is the most surprised at what is happening here. You, on the other hand, smile into your cup of cocoa. If your father is already surprised by this, then what will inevitably follow will surprise him even more. First, Martha Lynchwood looks to her daughter, her gold nugget, her favorite child. And she grimaces as she looks at Cathy. Then her eyes shift to you, the look of disgust remaining on her face when she sees you. She quickly touches her stomach, then the expression disappears and is replaced by warmth and care, “And hello, son.” Quickly and elegantly, your stepmother rushes around the table and wraps you in a hug that is so creepily lovely, you’re the one looking at Cathy.
“Wow…” your father says when he sees that your mother doesn’t want to let go of you and is pressing herself against you.
Your words were clear. From now on she thinks you are the best son anyone could wish for. Cathy suggested it to you yesterday. Not the quick, brutal conquest but a sharp pain in the stomach or head whenever she thinks disparagingly about you. It only took this one extra rule to transform your evil stepmother over time into a kind mother who subordinates everything and everyone to you. But Cathy had another idea that she shared with you with a smile and when Martha Lynchwood sits at the table and talks excitedly to you, your father’s incredulous looks on her, she ignores Cathy completely. As for your new, improved mother, she only has one child worth her time and the slightly hurt look Cathy has is just as sweet as the motherly looks Martha gives you.
“Maybe I just needed to get a good night’s sleep,” she says as she prepares a sandwich for you. “But I feel fantastic when I look at my son. Such a strong, beautiful young man.” Her hand falls on top of yours. “I’m so proud of what you’ve become.” You can only smile at her, you’re so overwhelmed by the new situation.
So this is what it feels like to have a good mother.
And you know, thins will only become better. Much better.
After eating – Martha gave you a packed lunch for school nut ignored her other child – you and Cathy sit in the car.
“What do you think will happen?” she asks you as she drives you to school.
“With each passing day she will need the feeling that my presence and my approval evoke in her more and more. And the pain gets worse when she makes me angry.” You shrug as your sister pulls into the parking lot, not so that late today. “But honestly? I do not care. As long as she’s finally nice to me.”
“You deserve it, brother,” Cathy says proudly. “And I will suffer more and more because of her the more she ignores me. My own mother.” She looks at you with a satisfied smile. “My heart is bleeding and I am terribly afraid. And tonight I’m sacrificing my only friend to you.” Then she kisses you like someone in love and nods out the window. “Look who’s there.”
“Hello, Ethan.” Something about Jenna is different today. She dressed a little more modestly but did not appear in her school uniform. She is waiting for you in front of the premises. “I’m so sorry that I can’t accompany you,” she says dejectedly. You reach out and touch the soft skin of her cheek. Finally you don’t have to hide anymore.
You gently pull your girlfriend close and kiss her long on the mouth. It almost seems like Jenna is going to explode with pleasure, but she’s just shaking violently, like she’s drugged.
“It’s a shame I can’t fuck you at school,” you grin at her and she looks at you surprised and happy.
“Does that mean you still want to fuck me?” You laugh. Jenna seems to have found a good balance.
“Are you afraid of me?” She nods eagerly.
“I’m very afraid of you, Ethan. What you can do to me and what you don’t want to do. That I am inadequate for you. My breasts are too small and I’m too inexperienced. I hope I can give you my virginity.” You calm her with your fingers around her neck, choking her breath.
“No worries. I like that you’re afraid of me. And I will fuck you. Just be my loyal little fuck girlfriend and I’ll take care of you.”
“I’ll do everything you tell me,” the girl wheezes obsessively and tries to open her mouth for you.
“Then wait here for me,” you grin. It’s a long day, a hot day, and you leave Jenna behind while the girl watches you go in love. Students walk past her but she ignores them. You took that girl out of her life and now all she has is you. And she loves it.
“Ethan.” You are in demand today. But Rika is your friend, even if you haven’t been able to give her much space lately. “We need to talk.”
Writing Shark 