I'm Michael, a regular guy about to turn 19. Unfortunately, almost by my birthday a terrible thing happened - my mother died when my father was 47. I couldn't study for a long time because of that, almost half a year. But soon my father decided to marry a 27-year-old girl named Yor, probably to get rid of his depression and get a new life. Yor, by the way, looked attractive for her age, and I looked at her from time to time.
At first, Yor and my father got along well, talked often, and probably even fell in love with each other. But after a year of living with my new mother, I began to think more and more that there was something wrong with Yor. When my father went away on a business trip for two weeks, in the evening I caught Yor talking on the phone in the bedroom with her lover. I decided to peek through the crack of the door and eavesdrop, and I couldn't believe myself. She was talking to him about all sorts of dirty things: what kind of underwear to wear, and how much she wanted him to fuck her. I had never felt so angry that evening, and a little later I decided to talk to Yor about it.
A little later, I walk into the lounge where Yor was getting her makeup on to meet her lover.
"Hi." I greet her.
"Oh, hello there, sweetheart." she replies with the warm smile with which she usually speaks. But I wasn't pleased.
"Where are you going?" I ask her.
"To my friend's house for the evening. It's my night off, so I need to rest, too." Yor says with an affectionate intonation. Obviously she's lying, because I know she's not going to her friend's, she's going to her lover's to get laid.
"Does Dad know about this?" I ask next.
"Of course." she answers, and lies again.
"Who were you talking to on the phone, if it's no secret?"
"Well... A friend of mine." answers Yor, brushing her hair in front of the mirror.
She lies and doesn't blush.
"Okay." I answer, and the room falls into a little silence.
"Any other problems?" asks Yor, looking at me through the mirror with his red eyes before continuing to brush my hair.
"I don't know what other problems there are, but maybe the problem is my father?" I follow up with a question, without taking my eyes off her.
She stopped and looked at me again. She probably wasn't expecting such questions.
"No. No problem with your father." she said.
"Guess you'll have a good night out with your 'girlfriend', huh?" I ask.
Yor finishes combing her hair, puts the comb aside, and turns to me.
"What kind of questions, Michael?" she asks in a questioning tone.
"You know, I probably shouldn't have heard that... But the door was open, and you were talking loud. And you were talking about things like you weren't talking to your friend at all, it felt like you were talking to a guy." I say, looking her straight in the eye.
"I wasn't talking to any guy..." Yor replied, but I didn't stop.
"And I know it wasn't Dad on the wire!" I say, raising my voice a little.
"Look, Michael, you've got it wrong. I was talking to a friend, and no one else."
"Oh, really? I'm surprised." I say sarcastically. "Did you tell your friend 'I can't wait', 'Wait until we meet', 'I want your cock'?"
Yor looked at me in fake bewilderment. "I didn't say that, and it annoys me that you suspect me of anything."
Yor made a serious face.
"Seriously? I distinctly heard the shit you said on the phone."
Yor sighed and said, "Look, if you don't respect me, I can call my dad!"
"Call, of course! I don't respect whores!" I said. My teeth grind as she tries to hide the existence of a lover to the last minute.
My words make Yor look surprised and angry. "What?! You called me a whore?!" she says angrily, "How dare you? This is my house!"
"No, no, no, that's bullshit. I heard everything, I heard you talking to the guy."
"You didn't hear anything."
"Okay, then you can call your 'friend' again and discuss your damn plans." I say, crossing my arms.
"Michael, that's not funny. Stop it."
"It's not funny? I heard everything, don't deny it!"
"I'm going to see my friend, Michael. Come to your senses!"
I figured Yor was going to lie to the last minute.
"Bullshit. Look, I got you, tell me the truth!"
Silence.
"Okay, then I'll go to my father and tell him everything." I said, about to leave, but Yor immediately spoke up, almost screaming.
"NO! Don't do that!" she says to me.
"Why is that?"
"Just don't. Okay, I'll tell you. Yeah, I'm going with a guy."
"Yeah, really? And who is he?"
"Never mind."
Now that's confirmed truth.
"Doesn't matter? You're cheating on my dad, aren't you?"
"Please, honey, don't tell him that." Yor says, making herself softer again, but I immediately interrupt her.
"Okay, you're fucking with someone behind my father's back, you're lying to him. You got married a year ago, and the first time he left, you cheat on him."
Yor lowered her gaze.
"So why don't I tell him?" I ask Yor again.
Silence.
"Look, he's my father, and I owe it to him to tell him!" I say in raised tones.
Yor looks at me again and says "Michael, please don't. I love your father, very much, and I don't want to upset him."
"Yes, you love him. That's how I would have believed it." I say, clenching my fists.
But an idea occurred to me. And I smirked.
"Well, since you're such a slut behind my dad's back, then I can use your body for all these two weeks as much as I want!"
"What?" Yor said shocked.
"Your mouth, your pussy, EVERYTHING!" I said with a smirk.
"No, no, no! I can't do that!"
"And why not? You're cheating on my father, I know you. You have such a hot body, huge boobs, wide hips and great shapes. And besides, you're my stepmother, so I want you to blow me right now."
"No, I can't even think about that!" she protests.
"Either you suck my dick or I'll tell my father and you'll pack your things and get the fuck out of our house." I tell her.
Yor gritted her teeth and looked at me with anger in her eyes. I have a reason to blackmail and I know the truth, so she can't say no.
"Okay, I'll suck your dick if you keep quiet."
I grinned contentedly. "Good."
I unzipped the fly of my jeans and pulled out my big, throbbing cock right in front of her face. "Then get to it." I added.