"Fuck you." 19 year old Tyler snapped at his stepmother, Amber, "I'll do the dishes later, it's not like it really matters."
Amber closed her eyes and it was visibly obvious that the curvaceous woman was attempting to keep her cool. She tugged at a strand of her long, deep burgundy hair before speaking.
"It does matter," Amber said firmly and calmly, "Because you said that you would do the dishes last night after dinner. I'm about to start cooking and need the sink cleared, please."
Tyler only smirked. In truth he enjoyed pissing off his stepmom. His father married Amber just two months after his mother died, and as his mother had been a bitch until her last breath, he hadn't been eager for someone else to take her place.
"I'll do them later, Amber." Tyler laughed and continued, "Why should I care what you say?
You're not my real mom." He scoffed and turned and left the room, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Alone in his bedroom, he chuckled to himself. Amber hadn't exactly done anything worth talking to her that way, but he wasn't going to take anyone's shit ever again and she needed to know her place as an outsider. He was in between jobs due to failing a surprise drug test and testing positive for marijuana and Adderall that he didn't have a prescription for. So now it seemed to him that everyone suddenly felt the need to be "more involved" in his life and mold him into a responsible adult.
Fuck that.
The thought of fucking with Amber got his horny teenage mind thinking about other ways to really fuck with her. His dad traveled for work and it seemed that Tyler and Amber were always alone in the house together. It's not like he didn't notice her soft voluptuous curves, especially since she wore such skin-baring tight clothes all the time.
She wasn't much older than him, at just 27 years old she was closer to his age than his father, a wizened 53 year old who hadn't exactly aged well. Tyler bet she'd be so grateful to get a good fucking from someone young and fit like him over a dilapidated middle aged fart like his dad.
Tyler's cock was now fully hard, and something had to be done about it immediately. He pulled his veiny dick out of his gym shorts and slapped it few times, enjoying the sting. He pulled out the bottle of coconut oil he had carefully stashed under the bed to use when he had the urge to touch himself. A few pumps and he was ready to stroke. He used both hands to coat his eight and a half inch cock.
"Mmmm," he breathed. He could never keep himself from moaning when he stroked, and this time was no different. He squeezed up and down the shaft of his dick and tugged at his balls.
"Fuck," he gasped as his hand slipped up and down, over and over. He grabbed a nearby pillow and balled the ends together. On his knees, he began slowly thrusting against the pillow.
"Oh my God, oh my God," he moaned a little less softly than before. He slapped the backside of the pillow as if it were his stepmom's ass.
"Fuck yeah Amber, take this dick," he groaned, thrusting hard against the surface of the pillow. The friction was so stimulating that a little precum dripped from the tip of his penis. He slowed his thrusts and slapped his cock a few more times, letting the impact slow him from cumming right away. He was just so horny.
"You like that big dick don't you, Amber?" Tyler groaned loudly, "You wanted this, slut."
He couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fucking take this cum, take all this cum Amber--"
Just as his cock began spasming he heard the door creak. Did he leave it open? It didn't matter.
"Hey, Tyler? Did you need-- ohhhh shit." Amber's voice came to a halt.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Goddddd," he couldn't stop the moaning just like he couldn't stop the cum from shooting out of his massive cock.
Spent, he finally turned back to look and see if Amber was still at the door.
She was.
Amber finally broke the awkward silence.
"We need to talk."
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"What the fuck, Amber?" Tyler covered his dick with his hands and snapped at his stepmother.
Amber averted her eyes but came to sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from him.
"Tyler, I heard you calling my name from downstairs. It sounded like you needed me. So I came to check on you...and your door was cracked..." Amber shrugged, "It was an accident."
"I would never call for you, I don't know what you're talking about," Tyler lied with a sneer, hoping it was convincing, "I don't want you--I mean, I don't want you here. So go away."
But Amber didn't move.
"Tyler, you can lash out if you want. But I'm staying here until we can talk this out," Amber said calmly, "From what I understand, your mom wasn't very kind to you, even when she was dying. I know it must be weird to have someone else take on that mothering role so quickly. I know that it pisses you off. But I think if you could learn to trust me that you'll see I'm nothing like your mother."
"Don't talk about my mom! What the fuck do you know?" Tyler snapped again.
"I only know what your dad and his friends have told me. But you're right, I should respect the dead," Amber soothed, "But Tyler, I think we can help each other, if you'll let me."
"Fuck OFF, Amber! Just GO." Tyler yelled angrily.
After a pause, Amber spoke kindly, "I'll let you cool off. Dinner is almost ready. I'll see you downstairs."
She left the room and shut the door behind her. Tyler yelled out and punched his pillow in frustration. How dare she? How could she invade his privacy like that? She didn't know shit about his mom, and she sure as hell couldn't help him. Everyone thought they could help him, but they always failed or gave up. No one could help him. No one. He fell back on the bed and shoved the pillow over his head until he fell asleep.
Tyler was awakened by the smell of food downstairs. He had to hand it to her, Amber was an excellent cook. He didn't want to face her after the embarrassing incident but he was so hungry. He begrudgingly trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Amber heard him enter the room and turned to him with a plate full of savory-smelling dinner and a glass of fresh lemonade.
"I'm so glad you came downstairs!" she said cheerily, "I was about to put away the food for the night."
"Thanks," Tyler mumbled and took the plate. He sat at the table and ate greedily, eager to go back upstairs and hide out in his room as usual. But suddenly he felt...sleepy...so sleepy...
And that was his last thought before passing out at the dinner table.
