It had been almost a month now since my mum and stepdad split up. They'd been having some really bad arguments anyway, normally if I was in earshot I was sent away to my room and told to put music on so I couldn't hear. Bits that I did hear involved me being mollycoddled, mum being overprotective of me, and my stepdad Billy telling her I needed to do things wrong at times so that I learnt a lesson and to stop me being so naive. I suspected there were a lot of other things wrong too to make him leave.
It was true I suppose, my mum, Sally, did stop me from doing a lot of things since my real father died when I was ten. During school, I had to come straight home, wasn't allowed around other people's houses, and never went to parties. Now nineteen and at college, I was rebelling more. Mum always checked on what I was wearing, moaning if anything seemed too revealing, which is why I always sneaked a different top or some shorts out in my bag.
I thought I had a great arse and nice big tits from looking at my body in the mirror at home, watching myself as I masturbated, although these times were few and far between when mum actually left me home by myself. My feelings were confirmed by overhearing some of the boys at college talking about me. I treated them the next day with my shortest shorts, sneaked out of the house of course.
I wasn't a complete prude although she treated me like one. I'd had sex, although I wasn't overly experienced either. I knew what went where, but not being able to go out or take boys home my sex life was mostly fumbles in the college toilets.
I was in my bedroom fully naked, staring at myself in my full-length mirror, cupping my 36C tits and turning to view my round arse. I tried to decide how to have my long red hair, left down or tied loosely in a ponytail. I loved how it contrasted against my pale milky skin. That was when I heard shouting downstairs again. I quickly threw on some jeans and a loose jumper and went down. Expecting to see my stepdad I was surprised to see our landlord, and Billy's former boss, Mike standing there. He was a tall well-built man, early sixties in age, looming over mum being 6' 3" tall to mum's 5' 5".
He only lives three doors up from us, but he'd rarely visited the house before. Looking at me he stopped shouting, telling my mum to hurry up and choose. He smiled at me and said "Hi Lucy," before scowling at mum and leaving.
"What was that about?" I asked, "was it about Billy?"
"It was nothing, you don't need to worry, and no, Billy won't ever be coming back," mum told me.
"It didn't seem like nothing," I asked.
"Mike owns this house, he just wants me to do something for him and we can carry on living here," Sally told me.
"I can quit college and get a job to help with the rent if you want?" I told her.
"Really Lucy, it's not about the money, don't worry about it," she answered.
I left her and went to go back upstairs, leaving the room I heard her start crying. What had Mike said that had hurt her so much? Maybe it was because Billy wasn't coming back I thought.
The following day I only had college in the afternoon, mid-morning I heard more shouting from downstairs. I sneaked down the stairs, mum was crying loudly, and I could hear Mike shouting a lot. I tiptoed over by the door to see, trying to keep out of sight. Mum's top was ripped on the shoulder, slipping down her arm, one cup of her bra showing. She was knelt on the floor sobbing, hands over her face.
"You will do so, or you can find somewhere else to live. Don't forget I own the house so I can sell it when I want," Mike growled.
"There has to be another way, I can pay more rent instead," Sally pleaded.
"I don't need more money, I'm loaded and the house is paid for. What you pay now is cheap, you'll struggle getting anywhere else for the same rent," Mike snapped, "it's not like you haven't done so already, it's why you're in this mess," he laughed.
I saw him unbuckle his belt and it made me gasp. I thought I'd been quiet but mum looked towards the door, making Mike look too.
"Ah, hello sweet Lucy, please come in here," Mike said, sounding like a completely different person.
He looked me up and down, nodding to himself.
"Remind me how old you are again Lucy, you've grown into a fine woman by the looks of it?" he asked politely.
"Nineteen," I replied.
He looked back at my mum.
"Hmm, maybe she can do so instead," he grinned.
"No, not Lucy, you can leave her well alone. Come back later when she's at college," mum said sullenly.
Mike laughed, did his belt back up and left, whistling to himself.
I asked what he wanted, but mum wouldn't answer me. I asked again, then stormed off when she still wouldn't say. I heard her crying as I banged the front door on the way out. I started walking, distracted, realising I wasn't even going the right way. I wanted to know what was going on. Mum had told Mike to come back later, so I decided to skip college and stay home, out of the way, to find out.
I'd been gone for around thirty minutes, and sneaked into the back garden through the gate. I walked around and looked in through the kitchen window, I could see Mike with his back to me. I had to get inside, to be able to hear better too. Luckily the back door was open. I tiptoed as slowly and quietly as I could, hearing groans getting louder as I got near, and slurping sounds. Peeping around a door frame I had to bite my hand to suppress my shock.
Mike had his trousers and pants around his ankles, hands on the back of Sally's head as he guided her mouth on his cock, pulling her onto him. Sally's top was flung open and her bra pulled down under her tits, pushing them upwards. She was trying to stop him from pushing it right in but he was much too strong for her. I could see from the look on her face she wasn't enjoying it. I moved slightly and a floorboard creaked like a shot had been fired. Mike looked directly at me.
"Ah, caught again Sally, this time Lucy seeing your mouth full of my cock and not that useless husband of yours," he laughed.
He waved a big hand at me, telling me to come in and close the door. He didn't once stop pulling mum onto his cock, saliva dripping out and onto the floor. He seemingly ignored mum now, staring at me.
"Get undressed," he snarled.
Mum tried to protest, but he responded by holding her mouth right down on him, making her gag. He shouted at me again to get undressed. I did so slowly and hesitantly, Mike staring at me intently as I did so. Once undressed, he laughed and said I had great tits, then made me turn around and whistled at seeing my arse.
"Right, now sit on the floor facing me, legs spread. Let me see that sweet pussy while I fuck your mum's mouth," he demanded.
I did so without hesitation and he whistled again. He obviously liked what he saw, and I wondered if he could see how damp my thighs were where my pussy had been leaking. Part of me wished it was me and not mum. He fucked Sally's mouth harder, staring at me until he grunted loudly and came. He thrust down her throat a couple of times, making her gag, then pulled his cock out and shot across her face. When finished, he rubbed his cock across her face a few times, then pulled his trousers back up and left, laughing loudly to himself as he did so.
Sally stayed where she was, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, she looked over at me.
"Get dressed," she told me.
"What was that about?," I asked her. "What did he mean caught again?"
Mum started crying again.
