My stepson

I was barely sixteen when I figured out how fucked up I was. While other guys my age bragged about girls and notch counts, I jerked off to the thought of being slammed against a wall, choked until my vision blurred, fucked until I couldn’t breathe. And there’s just one guy who I can’t get off my mind, the only man I wanted to choke to my own freaking death. My mom’s new husband, stepfather.

I pushed the heavy front door open before pulling my key from the lock. “Hello?” All I wanted now was to get some food and collapse on my bed. Probably jerk off to the thought of my stepfather if I’m lucky enough.

My voice echoed through the huge home. I’d always wondered why Mom had been so keen for Marcus to buy such a big place. After I left for college, it was just the two of them.

After locking up behind me, I crossed the granite-tiled foyer, passing the huge dining room and office, and on to the huge kitchen-slash-great room space. “Mom? I’m home!”

After dropping my bag off in my bedroom, I went to Mom and Marcus’s bedroom door. I knocked a few times… “Mom?”

No answer.

I pushed the door ajar slightly and peeked inside. As I took a few steps in, I could smell the scent of her perfume… mixed with a more masculine scent. I paused, inhaling it. I crossed the room and stopped before Marcus’s dresser. Reaching for the bottle of cologne, I thought about the man who wore it.

Marcus.

I felt a little shame at the thrill of being in my stepfather’s space. My stepfather was an incredibly handsome man. Intelligent. Seemed kinder than the ones who’d come before. I brought the bottle of cologne to my nose and inhaled again. A slight sigh whispered from my lips. After spraying a bit on my neck, I put the bottle down and surveyed the other items on the dresser.

Cufflinks. A few tie clips. A picture of Marcus with my mother. My stare lingered on Marcus’s handsome face before I trailed a fingertip over my stepfather’s strong jaw.

Pulling open a drawer, I smiled to see Marcus was a briefs man, not boxers. I’d seen how fit and toned he was after his many morning runs… how would my stepfather look in only a pair of briefs? Or nothing at all?

A thrill raced up my spine at the thought.

I walked over to my mother’s closet, wondering how much she’d left behind. When I’d been younger, I’d often dressed in her clothes when she wasn’t home, loving the feel of the soft, silky fabrics against my skin. It had been years since I’d invaded her closet. She’s not home anyway, might as well make use of this time. I start looking through her dresses, my heart beating a little faster.

I took a silk gown down and rubbed the material against my cheek. Turning to the floor-length mirror, I put the gown in front of me and imagined myself wearing it. A smile played over my face as I spied my reflection. Heat spread through my body at the thought of wearing it.

I scanned the wall of shoes, purses, scarves… and realized her closet was as big as my dorm room. Maybe bigger. Marcus spoiled her. Rotten.

What am I saying? She was rotten well before Marcus met her.

When I got to her lingerie dresser, I felt myself stirring. I trailed my fingers over the satins, lace, and silks inside the first two drawers. A gift box rested inside the last drawer. Curious, I lifted it out and saw a card attached.

Something beautiful for my beautiful wife.

A gift from Marcus. I felt an instant pang of jealousy and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like Marcus would ever buy me beautiful things.

I trailed a finger over the masculine script on the card before I lifted the lid. Inside was a stunning set of lingerie. When I lifted the black bustier out of the box, I saw the tag still hanging on it. Inside the box were matching panties, garters, and silk stockings.

Never worn.

A gift forgotten.

A thought began to spiral in my mind.

Mom’s not home. She said Marcus works late every night… until ten at least.

I gazed at my phone. It was only six. I had time to try it on and no one would be the wiser. Ethan, my usual hookup guy said he had a thing for men in lace, maybe I could try it and take some pictures to send.

Fear slammed into me. The last time I’d cross-dressed, I’d been caught. Yet seeing those pieces, ignored and left behind—I needed to feel them against my skin. After quickly peeling off my clothes, I pulled on the panties first.

The silk glided over my skin as I drew them up my legs. I wished I had time for a bath where I could shave and truly feel the softness against my bare flesh, but it would have to do. Once on, I looked at myself in the mirror. They didn’t fit all too well over my burgeoning cock, but the feel still brought a shiver up my spine. I ran a hand over my hardening shaft. It pressed painfully against the silky material, the head already beading pre-cum and wetting the fabric.

It was then that I knew I’d take the panties… maybe all of the outfit. She wanted the money my father had sent, so I might as well get something out of the bargain. Fortunately, I was slim like my mother and we wore about the same size. The pieces would likely be a hair tight, but it would work well enough for my fantasies.

I added the garters next and then slowly began sliding the silk hose up my legs. I sat on the small ottoman situated in the middle of the closet and drew the transparent black stockings up my pale legs and hooked them into the garter ties. Once done, I ran my hand over the surface of my thighs and on down to my calves, the sensation enough to bring a moan to my lips.

Adding the bustier, I grinned at my reflection. It took me a while to fix all the hooks up the length of the front, but it was well worth the sensation. My only wish was that it was a corset—I’d always wished to try one on and feel the constriction of the boning and ties pulling me tight. Not that I’d be able to manage it alone, of course.

I loved the sight I saw looking back at me… but sensed I needed more. I headed into my mother’s ensuite bathroom and saw she hadn’t taken all of her makeup. It had been a while since I’d played in it. Before I’d been caught, I’d spent hours alone in my room, watching YouTube tutorials on how to put on the makeup I’d snuck out of her room. I added just a little, enough to add to the fantasy. I painted my eyes, added a set of fake eyelashes… mascara… lipstick… and a little rouge. Just enough to send a thrill down my spine.

On my way back to her closet, I saw some of my mother’s wigs. Snatching a long, curly one, I returned to the bathroom and put it on. I gasped at my reflection. The beautiful creature I saw in the mirror looked more like the image of myself I saw in my head. I was beautiful… and it had been so long since I’d felt like that.

Tears stung the backs of my eyes.

I returned to the closet and the full-length mirror before spinning and looking at myself at every angle. Took a few pictures with my iPhone before going in search of a dress to add over my lingerie.

As I looked through her clothing, a heavy hand landed on my hip.

I froze. Fear crashed into me.

Caught.

Again.

Heat flooded my face. My heart thudded hard in my chest.

“You finally put them on.” Marcus paused as he laid a kiss on my bare shoulder. “Damn… you look so fucking sexy.”

I didn’t know what to say. How would my stepfather react to finding me dressed in lingerie… lingerie that wasn’t mine? I nodded my head in answer to Marcus’s question, waiting for the moment I could run.

Marcus moved his hand from my hip, sliding it forward. He dipped his fingers into the band of the panties, just barely brushing the top of my pubes. Could Marcus not see the way my cock pushed out the front of the panties?

“You’ve been letting it grow,” Marcus said. “I approve.”

His hand dipped again before I reached down to stop my stepfather from going any farther and realizing it wasn’t Gloria standing there decked out in all that silk and lace.

“Oh, come on…. You got me all worked up with that heart breaking message. Was it to tease me so I will come home early?” Marcus pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “And here I am… with you dressed in the lingerie I bought you forever ago. I started to think I’d never see you in it.”

I closed my eyes as I felt the swell of Marcus’s hard cock pressing against my ass. My whole body trembled with need. Losing myself to the fantasy of a moment, I pretended all this was for me. Marcus’s desire. The soft caresses. The gentle, nipping kisses. The thick, hard shaft prodding my ass.

Before I could stop my stepfather, he spun me and planted a kiss on my lips.

Wide-eyed with terror, I saw Marcus’s eyes were miraculously shut. My stepfather had no idea who he was kissing. I reached behind myself and searched the wall for the light switch. Finally, I found it and plunged us into darkness. Only the light from the bedroom poured in from the gap in the door. Marcus growled approvingly before pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

When my stepfather’s hand traveled lower again, I pulled back and dropped to my knees to avoid the touch and give myself a chance to run.

I was eye to eye with the tented bulge in Marcus’s pants. Get up. Go. I can’t do this.

I licked my lips, the curiosity winning. I trailed a hand over Marcus’s hard shaft, tracing my fingertips over it before something came over me. I had already crossed lines that night…

What was one more?

I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man. This man. This handsome, beautiful man.

I undid my stepfather’s belt and slowly slid the zipper down. I drew Marcus’s hard cock out through the opening in the briefs and took in the sight of the hard, thick shaft. Veins spread around the girthy length, enough to stretch my mouth to extremes. I traced my fingers over the velvet-soft skin, learning every inch before leaning forward and licking the head. Marcus’s seed had already begun to drip from the slit… and I gathered it on my tongue. The salty-sweet flavor spread through my mouth and only made me hungry to taste more.

Looking up through the heavy fringe of bangs, I saw the hunger in Marcus’s face, even in the low light. Shadows danced over the angles of his face, but the desire was so vivid. Never had I seen that kind of need… a need I desperately wanted to satisfy. I took Marcus’s cock as far into my mouth as I could and was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure from my stepfather.

“Oh, damn…” Marcus said before he dug his fingers into the wig.

A little niggle of fear slipped through my mind, fearful Marcus would pull the wig off and I’d be caught—but I was well past the point of stopping. I had to have more… know what went on between two people.

I took Marcus a little deeper… suckling with everything I had.

I had never sucked a cock before, but I’d watched enough p**n to have a general idea of what happened. And from the moans coming from Marcus, I was fairly certain I was at least doing an adequate job.

Marcus’s body was pure tension. Pure power. There was a masculine strength emanating from my stepfather, even just simply standing there. I felt submissive and beautiful in those silky pieces, on my knees, with a thick cock in my mouth.

Reaching down, I caressed my own cock a little—fearful to do too much. Already I was on the edge of release, just from sucking Marcus’s heavy shaft. I wanted more… to feel my stepfather sliding deep inside me and giving me a true fucking, but that wouldn’t be.

Couldn’t be.

I felt Marcus’s hips moving even faster… the tension mounting. My stepfather began pumping even faster, nearly fucking my hungry mouth.

Come for me, I whispered in my mind, needing to experience Marcus’s cries of pleasure. Needing to taste more of that salty-sweet release on my tongue. It only took a few more pumps before I got it. Marcus cried out before pumping a thick load into my mouth. The salty-sweetness washed over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed it all… and then cleaned the remnants away, hungry for more.

“Damn,” Marcus said between heavy breaths. “I think that was the best blowjob of my life.”

Prideful, I grinned to myself before rising to my stockinged feet. But that pride was short lived. As soon as I was done, the reality of what I’d just done hit me. I’d done more than crossed a line. I’d committed a tragic error. Now was my chance to get away, as Marcus recuperated from what was deemed ‘the best blowjob of his life’. I turned to leave, but Marcus grabbed my wrist and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Marcus asked huskily. There was a playfulness to his tone, but it still had me worried. “We’re just getting started.”

I pulled my hand away and tried to leave, only to have my wrist grabbed again.

“What’s the deal? You blow me then try to run? You asked me to come home. Here I am, Gloria.”

There would be no getting away. I knew I needed to come clean and face the consequences of what I’d just done. I reached out a hand and flipped on the closet light.

And then turned to look at Marcus.

Marcus froze… and then his eyes went wide. Reaching out, I grabbed the bottom of the wig before dragging it off.

My stepfather took a slow step back, eyes wide and mouth open.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Marcus asked, looking completely shocked.

When the shock faded some and a frown furrowed Marcus’s brow, I raced to my bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. Bile rose in my throat. I locked the door and turned as a hand struck on the outside of it.

“Elias? What the hell were you thinking?”