My name is Trevor; I'm eighteen and live with my dad since my parents divorced five years ago. My dad's forty-seven this year and apparently has hit a mid-life crisis or just gone insane. He bought a new sports car first. I thought this would be the extent of his actions but I think the car was just one of the instruments he used to further his purposes. He started dating much younger woman, almost my age girls who were impressed with his money, car and age. He would bring them home late when I was trying to sleep for school in the morning, and have sex with them. They didn't even bother to be quiet about it. I doubt he even told them he had a son. The headboard would bang, the women would scream and tell my dad to do all sorts of things to them very loudly.
It was impossible to sleep. Hearing the noise and what the woman would say, I admit, turned me on, which at eighteen doesn't take much. So whenever this happened I found myself masturbating while they had sex in the other room. I usually got off two or three times before the noise stopped and they fell asleep, letting me relax and do the same.
At first it was different women. Dad would bring them home, fuck them and change up the next time, never seeing the same one twice. That changed a few months later with April. I swear this woman was much closer to my age than my dad. She was for sure in her twenties and I wouldn't be surprised if she had hit twenty five yet. I admit she was hot, damn hot and had to be only after my father's money.
He introduced me the third time she came home with him. She was blonde, with green eyes, long hair and large breasts that were probably fake but looked incredible nonetheless. She was fit and dressed to show off every asset she had. I shook her hand, trying not to be interested but she had a gorgeous face and smile that held my gaze.
"Your dad tells me you're going to graduate this spring. Are you excited?" April asked before I could sneak away.
"Umm, yeah," I managed.
"That's great; I remember when I was a senior. Funniest year by far," she said.
Of course she remembers her senior year, it was probably two or three years ago. I didn't say this out loud but her trying to act all older than me was lame. I wanted to go off on her for dating my dad but that would only piss him off so I kept my mouth shut.
I almost forgot to mention that this April girl was apparently crazy in the bedroom. And this was probably why my father dated her more than once. She was by far the loudest girl he brought over and the things she yelled for him to do to her might embarrass a porn star or at least make them turn their heads. Even after she knew I was just down the hall she didn't become any quieter, actually I think she became more vocal and crazy, like she wanted me to hear. I couldn't look at her the same way the next time I saw her, which happened to be in the morning at breakfast. What was even worse was my dad had already left for work so I was home alone with her.
I didn't even know she was in the house. I was eating my cereal before school and in she walks wearing only one of my father's button-down shirts with just one button done across her large chest and a pair of boyshort panties. I about choked on my orange juice when I saw her.
"April? What are you doing here?" I asked, wiping my chin.
"I slept over, silly?"
"Why are you still here?" I restated.
"It's my day off from work, so I didn't have to leave early like Tom," she said.
Tom was my dad's name. I didn't know what else to say and tried to focus on my food but it was very difficult when she leaned over the counter to make coffee for herself. The shirt tails rode up on her ass, revealing her incredible butt and panties. My cock was moving in my pants before I knew it and I tried to look away but it was too late. Once it begins to grow it's almost impossible to stop it. Before she had filled her coffee cup I was rock hard under the table and needing to adjust myself but she was staring at me over the coffee.
"So, got school today?" she asked, awkwardly.
"Yep, I'm leaving as soon as I'm done with my breakfast," I said.
Problem was, my bowl of cereal was gone and I had no excuse to sit there any longer. I was afraid to get up though with her right there. My cock is larger than most and would be very noticeable when I stood up. She wasn't helping the problem either. Each time she brought the glass up to her mouth the shirt would open and lift, showing me parts of her body. Her flat stomach with elongated navel, partial views of both breasts, which defied gravity without her bra, had my cock not only hard but throbbing in my pants.
I finally had to risk it and get up. I tried to minimize what she might see by walking around the long way to the sink, instead of right by her, but the smile on her face told me I had failed in hiding anything. I grabbed my backpack and practically ran out of the house without saying another word. I knew she was fucking with me and it pissed me off.
At school I had a difficult time getting her out of my head. Her body, face, ass, breasts would suddenly appear in my mind, making my life hell until I relaxed.
Things only got worse. Dad saw her all the time, she slept over almost every day and when he wasn't around she made my life a constant hardon. Even when Dad was in the house she would mess with me, even going as far as invading my personal space on purpose. She would brush up against me, lean over so I could see down her shirt, and drop things to bend over and pick up. It was uncanny but she would wait for the opportunity when we were in the kitchen or a tight space to bump into me with her breasts and hold them against me just a bit longer than needed.
The worst part was when Dad was at work and she was home alone with me. I tried to plan for these days, and be out of the house quickly even though it made me very early for school. It was better than having to deal with her and the various states of undress she seemed to always be in, in the morning. Sometimes it was a shirt, sometimes just a damn towel around her breasts with her long blonde hair wet from the shower. She was too damn hot and seemed to love watching me squirm and adjust my cock that she knew she had made hard. I found myself tossing off three or more times a day, trying to control my hardon but nothing worked. When she wanted me hard I got hard even after just dropping a load five minutes before leaving my room.
I tried to wait it out, hoping my dad would dump her or she would dump him but instead the opposite happened. My worst nightmare came true when my dad announced during dinner that he had something to tell me. April was eating with us, something she had made and seemed very proud of.
"Trevor, we've got something to tell you. April and I are getting married."
"What? But... What?" I said.
"I want you to be happy for us and welcome April as your new stepmom. Maybe get to know her better, she tells me that you avoid her and she doesn't think you like her."
I couldn't believe he said this with her at the table. I looked up at her and she smiled, acting as normal as rain. I wanted to tell Dad what she was like when he wasn't looking and how she messed with me daily but it would be my word against hers and he was obviously pussy whipped by this chick and would take her side.
"I like April just fine, I just think she's a little young for you," I said.
"Love knows no age," April shot back, taking my dad's hand and kissing him.
"Whether you approve or not, we're still getting married. The ceremony is in a week, we figured why wait.
"A week! Are you insane?" I blurted.
"That's quite enough, young man," my dad shouted.
I gritted my teeth, stood up and tossed the napkin on my plate and walked to my room. I could hear my dad telling April to give me time and that I would come around to the idea. My dad was so blind to what she was doing it was ridiculous. She wanted his money, she didn't love him but he was too dazed to see it.
That night April made sure I heard them doing each other. I could even hear them through my iPod headphones several times. The next day was her day off and I knew she would be hanging around the house. Instead of getting up early and leaving I decided to give her a piece of my mind.
She didn't appear until just before I needed to leave for school, and then she had just a towel around her.
"Oh, you're still here," she said, genuinely surprised to see me.
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you," I said.
"About what?"
"This marriage to my dad. I know what's really going on."
"You do, do you? And what's that?" she asked.
"You're just using him for the money, you don't love him," I said.
"That's what you think? Actually I'm using him for the sex. I don't know if you know this but your dad has a huge cock?" she said, smiling.