Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. This outing we find ourselves in the midst of a rather interesting situation between one of our characters and his step-mum. There is reference to BDSM dom sub style relationships and a little light spanking along with masturbation. Additionally another character witnesses something that while consensual, has a definite element of reluctance.
Previously on Langley Circle... High on the experiences of his wild day with Nicky and Bella, Josh strode into School the following day on top of the world. His confidence took a hit when he greeted Bella and she punched him in the face, leaving him to be tended for by Antoinette, who confessed her badly timed devotion to him. It was all too much for Josh who scurried off back home. Meanwhile Megan started her new job and was immediately uncomfortable about the way in which some of the employees behaved. On an errand to the twentieth floor, she stumbled upon a scene of such sexual depravity that it left her both shocked and appalled, and more worryingly aroused.
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Season One, Episode Fourteen
Josh peered gloomily at the bathroom mirror, inspecting his blackened eye. Had Bella not been the one to inflict the bruise, it might have been a battle scar to be proud of; it was the kind of thing that certain men would scoff at and boast, "You should see the other guy!" He prodded at the discoloured skin and whimpered in precisely the way those kinds of men don't. With a heavy sigh, he trudged out of the bathroom and flopped back onto his bed.
Rather than face the questions and ridicule of his classmates, he'd opted to take a "sickie" today; however, it had only been a few hours and he was already bored enough to consider checking out daytime TV. He glanced at his phone and the flashing notifications icon taunted him; he flipped it face down. Nicky had tried to call three times since yesterday, and there were a dozen messages waiting his attention, but he hadn't responded. He felt bad for ignoring her, but simply didn't know what to say; he'd made such a mess of everything. Bella would surely have told Nicky the full story by now, portraying him to be some kind of perverted sex criminal into the bargain; he was totally fucked. With luck, the bruising would fade by tomorrow or Thursday, and then he'd deal with the fallout, which would undoubtedly centre on the break-up of his short-lived relationship.
Josh felt physically sick at the thought of losing Nicky. He'd spent so long dreaming about being with her, and finally in the last few weeks his fantasy had become a reality. When he thought things couldn't have gotten any better, and looked like they might get worse, Bella had been brought into the mix in a way that he now realised had been entirely orchestrated by the two women. For one brief night, he had been on cloud nine, thinking he must surely be in a dream or enjoying a hallucinatory illusion, after the mind-blowing sex all three of them had enjoyed on Sunday night. The events of yesterday however, had brought him crashing back down to earth with a bone-crunching thump.
A loud bang abruptly startled him from his piteous wallowing. It was only just past midday, his mum wasn't due back for hours yet, but the footsteps in the hall downstairs suggested otherwise. He was gripped by a sudden panic; He hadn't told her about what happened yesterday, and certainly not about him taking the day off school. He leapt off the bed and quickly closed his bedroom door as quietly as he could. He flattened himself against the wall and held his breath, listening. Perhaps she had just come back to collect something. He heard slow steady footsteps on the stairs and as they grew nearer, they were accompanied by the unmistakable sound of his mother softly sobbing. Josh sagged; it looked like she was having one of her bad days.
Ever since his dad had died five years ago, Trudy his step-mum would sometimes fall into a spiral of grief and melancholy, and often it would take days for her mood to recover. Josh desperately wished he could help her, but he just didn't know how. In the weeks and months after the funeral, he had been consumed by his own grief, and being barely a teenager at the time hadn't had a clue how to deal with his own shit, let alone be mindful of what Trudy was going through. Looking back with the benefit of hindsight, Josh realised that so often it was she who had been his sounding board, the sponge to absorb his anger, and the one to dry his tears, but had he ever thought about her? How selfish he had been back then.
His heart lurched as she stumbled past his door heading for her room; mattress springs squeaking as she fell to the bed, and then the floodgates opened, great wracking sobs burst forth from her, and Josh had to fight hard to stem the sting of his own tears. Trudy might not be his real mum, but she had spent almost ten years of her life bringing him up, the last five on her own. She was a good person, a very generous and loving soul, and he hated to see her suffering so.
He slowly opened the door and peered down the hall in the direction of her room; he could see her feet on the bed, the rest of her was out of view. Unsure whether he was doing the right thing but driven by a desire to help, mixed with guilt for not having attempted to do so sooner, he crept towards her room.
At the end of the hall he leant against the doorframe, keeping his body out of sight, and peeked in. Trudy was lying on the bed, her smart work clothes creased and crumpled around her, her head buried in the pillows, the muffled sounds of her sobs raw and ragged. He stood and stared at the wretched woman, feeling powerless and useless. She was in so much pain; surely, he should be able to help her somehow. He was about to say something, when her sobbing changed to anguished words.
"Stephen, why did you leave me? I need you master, now more than ever. Why, why, why? I can't do this alone."
Josh realised she was clutching a photo to her chest, presumably of his father. Master? He frowned in confusion.
"The pain master, it's so bad. Not pain like you gave me. Empty, raw, destructive pain. I need you to guide me, help me, why did you leave me?"
Her voice was filled with a mixture of desperation and anguish; the tears ran freely as she continued to rant.
"I've been bad master. I need you to bring me back into line. Why can't you be here?" She buried her face back in the pillow and slapped the bed at her side.
Josh watched in shock as she squealed in frustration and again slapped the mattress.
"I'm sorry master, what did I do, what did I do wrong?"
This time she landed the blow on the back of her thigh. Again and again she pounded her palm down onto her leg, grunting and crying as she did so. Finally, she slapped herself hard on the backside and buried her hands beneath her body. Josh stood slack jawed as he watched the bizarre and confusing behaviour. She was still sobbing, strangled breaths coming from her mouth. Suddenly she bit the pillow, squealing through her teeth, and her body jerked and twisted around towards him.
Josh pulled further back into the shadows of the hall, but continued to watch in shock as Trudy's hand slipped under her untucked blouse and began pawing at her chest. He could see her hand moving beneath the fabric of her top, seemingly grabbing and squeezing at her own breasts. It was not a gentle touch either; she winced and grunted at the pain she was causing herself.
Josh felt an immediate reaction at his groin, his cock hardening. He felt ashamed and disgusted that it was the sight of Trudy in such anguish that was the cause of his arousal. He couldn't deny the sexual undertones of her actions though. Now that he could see something of what she was doing, he wasn't so sure that her panting and moaning could all be subscribed to grief, she seemed to be deriving a certain amount of pleasure from her behaviour. Once more she winced and suppressed a squeal, and his eyes bulged at the sight of her hand beneath the garment, which he suspected was currently focusing all its attention on her nipples.
Josh had always been aware of how physically attractive Trudy was, ever since his father had started dating her when Josh was only eight. Visions and dreams of her body and in particular her large breasts had soon been swirling around din his head, and a few years later when he had figured out what masturbation was, the source of his fantasies were more often than not large breasted women, and on many occasions actually centred around his step-mum. These feelings and thoughts had always just remained that though, strictly fantasies in his head. He had never seen more of her body than anyone else might have done at the local swimming pool, and certainly had never actively sought to spy on her.
