A bastard for a stepfather

A bastard for a stepfather

By

Gutterrrhymes

Hiding among the willows in silence, I had full view of the lounge. I was numb with anger as I witnessed my mother sucking her husband’s dick. He must have been struggling to get hard because she spent a long time wanking and licking it as the soft thing flopped around her face and mouth. But my mother appeared very determined and she must have been quite excited because I could see her big breasts’ equally impressive nipples get harder and longer. She used her left hand to rub her boobs and squeeze her nipples.

I shifted my viewing point among the willow trees, in the dark. Josh was facing my direction but of course he could not possible see me. His penis had grown much harder after he shifted around as my mom’s head continued to bob up and down on it. From the way his face was moving, it was very clear that he was enjoying doing my mommy’s mouth. As it became harder, his penis was stretching my mother’s mouth, making her cheeks bulge. I felt the rage boil inside me. Look, that is the very same mouth that my mother kisses me on my lips with. That Josh, a man I never liked from the day I first met, was, putting his willy in and out of those lips, willy nilly.
The garden fountains all went silent at the same time and the sudden silence startled me for a few moments. It was eight at night, the time when the power-saving switch turned off all non-essential power consuming items.
“Do you like sucking my cock, mommy?”  I could hear him saying to my mom.
“Mmmmmhhhh!” my mom mumbled with a mouthful of penis.
Her head was nodding vigorously as she tried to tell him how much she liked sucking him. The bastard! He was calling my mother “mommy”, that was preposterous because I am the only person who called her mommy. The whole scene took an even more personal slant.  He grabbed my mom’s head and forced it down onto his now fully erect penis. She gagged and I saw her face turn red. It was swelling up. I wanted to yell to tell him to let go but I couldn’t. But the brute had this fiendish look on his face as his strong hands made sure that my mother’s face remained fixed on his crotch with Josh’s cock deep inside her throat. I stealthily moved closer to the house. I found myself climbing a few steps up the staircase leading to the outside guest apartment. From there I looked down into the lounge and my parent was only a few metres away.
By then my dear mother was a jolly old mess, she had slimy, frothy drool all over her face. Her eyes were redder than a pot-smoking street-kid and her hair was all over her face. But she seemed to be having fun, much to my utmost chagrin.
“Now let me suck you…every good turn deserves another. Yes mommy?”
“Yesssss! Suck me good now, suck me now” my mother wanted to be sucked by that idiot.
I had an excellent view of my mother sitting high on the back rest of the three-seater sofa. She hitched her petticoat up around her waist and wiped her bald vagina with her hand before spreading her lips apart for Timothy’s eager mouth. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and dug in. I saw my mother shiver as his tongue started from down below, I was convinced his tongue touched her arse but I could not be certain from where I stood.
My mommy threw her dishevelled hair back and a sardonic smile crossed her face. It betrayed pure ecstasy. I was livid. I walked off into the garden to catch my breath, re-group. I hated Josh and I was convinced he hated me. I could not reconcile that hatred with the fact that he seemed to be the one person who made my mother happy almost all the time. As I walked back to the willow tree I heard my mother say words which made me freeze.
“I know you like to stick it up my bum. You want some today? You want my butt-hole? I prepared it real good, all for you? You like?”
“Fuck!” I cursed loud enough for them to hear,  if they were listening.
I returned to my vantage point to witness Timothy’s long and fairly fat penis disappear into my mother’s poop-hole. I thought I was going to puke, I felt sick. I could not stand it anymore, so I ran off to the other end of the garden and sat down sobbing.
“I hate that Josh. I wish he could just disintegrate, dissolve, perish, vanish” I went into a long pointless soliloquy.
I only sneaked into the house after midnight, when I was sure they were soundly asleep in their post-connubial bliss.
Morning came and I returned from my daily road run to find Josh sitting in the breakfast nook with a bowl of cereal and a freshly brewed cup of Vumba coffee.
“Greg!” he greeted.
“Morning Josh” I responded filling my cup with the fresh brew and fixing myself some cereal.
“You know, Greg, you should not hide among the willows in silence when you come home at night..”
Josh proceeded to tell me how he had seen me arrive and hide in the shadows. I remembered that Greg always reviewed all the security camera recordings from the preceding twenty four hours.  My anger returned. The fact that Josh knew that I saw him shagging my mother in the butt brought pure rage into my brain.
“So are you satisfied then….that you fucked my mother in my presence” I shouted.
“Ask mom. She is the one who wanted it in her arse” he said.
He made the mistake of facing away from me.
Thud..crash..crack……
My hook to Josh’s left ear sent him crashing into the nearby table and it broke into several pieces.
“What the fuck was that for?” Josh screamed as he got onto his feet.
I knew I had made a mistake and immediately regretted my wayward temper. Josh was a ninja of note. He leaped at me, grabbing me by the throat.
“Next time you do that, you will wake up in hospital, is that clear, punk?” he hissed.
He let go and I crashed onto the floor grabbing onto my traumatised wind-pipe gasping for air.
“You want to see me fucking your mother? Does that excite you? Does your cock get hard when you see my dick going in and out of her tight arse? What is it boy?” he continued to humiliate me.
What could I do? I ran into the garden and sat on a garden gnome’s head.
“…does your cock get hard when you see my dick going in and out of her tight arse..?”
Those words rang in my ears as I contemplated my next move.
To be continued

© Gutterrhymes

December 2014.