My New Stepmom Takes Over Ch 02

By Susan Greenway

[This story involves significant discipline as well as bodily functions and incest. If any of these topics bother you, please do not read the story. All characters are 18 or over.]

I didn't expect my dad to take my invitation to come to my bedroom for "some young pussy." I was still reeling from the punishments his wife--my New stepmother--had visited upon me.

Janet had spanked and caned me, and also inserted a glycerin suppository that would make me poop but which I wouldn't be able to do. Why? In addition to slipping a nasty soap sliver in my ass which stung for a long time, she put a butt plug in there which stopped me from letting my doody out.

Janet definitely had my father under her thumb through her fucking with him constantly. I was hoping he'd get tired of it, but he was still enjoying this huge dividend that his second marriage was giving him.

He had told me that Janet really did know how to do it and I'd even seen them in the act when I was allowed into their bedroom to have her unlock my panties. Yes, as punishment she made me wear these awful undies that I had to go to her to have her unlock them so I could piss or make a doody.

He also let me know he liked her to take charge during their sex; she was on top in the reverse cowgirl position when I saw them fucking. That's when I offered him, only partly in jest, my "young pussy."

I decided to dress sexy that day to see his reaction. I wouldn't wear this outfit when I went to my classes at the Uni, but it would be fun at home since Janet was likely to cane me in it just for her sick enjoyment.

I put on a bralette that exposed a lot of my nice round boobs. Then came the almost transparent crotchless panties with a cute red bow in front. They showed off my full auburn bush. Wearing my sweet college girl sweater, I found a delightfully short denim miniskirt. Oh, and cute little schoolgirl socks.

Dad definitely liked what he saw, especially when I first flashed my pantied butt when I bent over to retrieve my spoon at breakfast. Then he got a glimpse of my bush and pussy when I spread my legs wide.

I'm not sure Janet figured out what I was up to since the very idea of his having it off with me was not likely to stir her thinking. But later I learned that he had suggested that she invite me into their bed the next time they were hot to trot. I really needed a nice hard cock in my puss since I hadn't made love with my boyfriend Larry since Janet had arrived.

Instead of whipping my ass and watching me on the toilet that day, Janet sweetly came to my room after dinner to invite me to join her and my dad. She didn't mention fucking, but I knew what had happened. Janet loved sex and couldn't get enough.

My dad liked her taking charge although I don't think she was spanking him...yet. She had few concerns about things like privacy: except for getting into trouble if she screwed him in public, she seemed open to a lot, and I was counting on her wanting me to make love with her as well as with my dad.

I didn't even have time to go and wee before we were in their bedroom. Dad was under the covers and while I stripped to my bralette and open-crotch undies, Janet was down to just a thin nightgown that showed everything--her bush and tits on full display. I had to concede that they were nice.

My dad smiled and made room for me to get in the middle of their king-size bed. After I had climbed in, Janet got in behind me and sweetly unhooked my bralette and before pulling down the ridiculous panties I had on, she gently inserted her fingers into the crotch opening and gave my already-excited clit a soft touch or two.

This turned me on, and I hugged and embraced her. She liked that because she pressed her large tits into mine and let her gown ride way up so I could daringly place my palm over her bush and pussy. I was surprised at how wet she was already down there.

"Jane can go first this time," she remarked to my father, who merely smiled and asked me if I wanted to be on top or on the bottom. Janet answered for me: "She's going to be on top, honey, that's where she belongs."

I really did wonder about Janet's sudden enthusiasm for me. Maybe she felt that if Dad fucked me, he'd appreciate how good she was in bed. That doesn't seem to make much sense, but you can see how she might feel that way. I had to admit that from what I heard and saw, Janet was definitely a good lay, as boys like to put it.

But it did come through to me that she didn't think a whole lot about what boys thought, and that included her husband. Dad moved onto his back, and I slowly mounted his large frame. His penis was erect and sticking right up for me to impale my tight little pussy right on it. I wasn't worried about the fact that I'd never fucked this way before. Larry liked to be on top and he made me feel so good when he was inside me that I was fine with him being in the upper position.

I carefully moved over and after positioning myself and grasping Dad's cock by the shaft, I slowly moved my vaginal opening onto the purple glans of his cock and then let my vagina slide right down as his cock penetrated me. I was controlling it in that I could've stopped it at any point since I was the moving party as some would have it.

I began to do the fucking. That is, I moved my vaginal sheath up and down on his rod. I liked the feeling of it going in and out of me although I tried not to let it get all the way out because it would be tiresome for me to get it back in my pink hole, which was still not the biggest.

I liked it that my hair down there was part of the action. In no way was my bush less than Janet's. In fact, I felt Dad was getting the best of each of us, with my sleek young figure and Janet's experienced cunt. I imagined that that woman had been fucking every cock she saw since she was my age, 18 and in her first year at college.

I even was beginning to understand why Janet wanted to fuck all the time. She did work and had a good job, but she made plenty of time for her indoor activities in the bedroom. She saw that this was definitely exciting my father, and she warned him not to cum until she said he could, because she was planning to have him inside her channel as soon as I had orgasmed.

In that respect, I was definitely getting there. I had warmed up a lot and felt just wonderful having his tool moving along my vagina and stimulating me. He also applied his fingers to my labia and clit, which brought me very close to the boiling point.

Both Dad and Janet were in their 40s and still had good muscle tone. I didn't want visible muscles yet, but I worked out enough to have good upper body strength and my legs were strong, too. After I had been fucking Dad for a good while, I placed my hands under his ass and lifted him up off the bed. I could see he liked that, and I realized Janet was taking notes mentally on what she could use from my sexual bag of tricks.

Finally, but fairly quickly, I went into a round of orgasmic pleasure. It felt like little explosions were going off inside me and I loved it. Then I let Dad's cock out and rolled over on his other side. Janet wasted no time in mounting him and easily slipping his still erect cock into her hairy hole. I saw what she did to stimulate him: she slipped two fingers into his anus and massaged his prostate.

Dad was definitely smiling. He gave Janet a look of pleasure at her turning him on inside his rectum. Janet then made a discovery which she enjoyed blasting out to us, namely, that she had felt the tip of Dad's doody in his rectum when she was teasing his prostate.

"Do you have to make doodoo?" she cooingly asked my father.

He shamefacedly said that he did, so Janet climbed off him, helped him out of the bed and took him into their ensuite bathroom, closing the door. Since I had no desire whatever to see my father take a shit, I stayed in bed and luxuriated in thar comfy feeling you get after a good fucking.

Fortunately, they kept the door closed so that I got no whiff of shit coming out. I've never had a desire to watch men move their bowels or even pee. Their smell is different, and I don't happen to like it a lot. I like what their cock can do to give me pleasure when it's inside me, but I really don't want to know what's in their assholes. Maybe when I'm no longer an anal virgin...

They emerged walking out of the bathroom hand in hand and came back into bed. I think Dad was tired, but he was also revived by seeing me. He really did react to my "young pussy" remark, and I'd assumed he hadn't put it that way to old pussy, as I now regarded Janet despite her dominant nature.

"Now you need to stay hard for me," Janet told him, "because you know you enjoyed having Jane but now you need to help me cum." My dad was happy having her move her cunt up and down on his cock. Suddenly, I saw Janet's face turn dark. "You just came inside me, didn't you, you rascal!" she intoned. As he softened, her fury grew. She lifted herself off his shrinking member.

"What happens when you don't listen to me and let yourself lose control before I'm ready?" she asked him as if this was a regular catechism they were following.

"I'm really sorry, darling," he responded to Janet, who now announced that he was going to get a spanking for misbehaving like he did in front of me. "Maybe you'd like to spank him, sweetie," Janet offered to me, and the prospect of spanking y father, who had never lifted a hand or paddle in anger even when I was a very naughty girl, did not appeal to me. I would have spanked her in an instant, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

I wanted at least to put off this spanking scene until we were all sexually satisfied, so I asked Janet if I could try to please her were she to lie down on her back and spread her legs for me.

This got her to giggle and take me in her arms and kiss me. "I knew you'd be a good addition to our bedroom scene," she managed to get the words out as I began to lick her labia and tease the tip of her big red clit with my tongue. I loved seeing her begin to move her bottom in rhythm with my licks. She tasted good and femmy. I liked being down between her legs giving her a tongue massage along her vulva and sticking my tongue even inside her big girl's vagina.

Then I added some more stimulation by fingering her sensitive little bottom-hole. I had no trouble getting two fingers past her anal ring and luckily, felt no poo inside her, unlike my father. Janet was clearly close to cumming and after I pressed in and out of her bottom, I felt her start to go into orgasm and watched as she threw a big one.

This was Big Mama blowing off her steam and my dad was not enthusiastic about being inside her when the top blew off. He looked happy lying on his side. I kept my fingers inside her anus and then used my other hand to rub her labia right up to her clit. All of this kept her orgasming, it appeared.

Since my dad was no longer engaged with her, I climbed onto her knees and kissed her deeply as she was still in her series of orgasms. She hugged me and then we both got our tongues into each other's mouths. She whispered in my ear that she was incredibly happy with our mutual lovemaking and then told me that she wanted me to spank my dad for her.

I was incredibly surprised by this and figured--who knows? Maybe I'll get to spank her eventually, and even if I don't, it's still fun doing this. Janet settled down and told me father it was time for his spanking. He muttered something subservient, and his eyes widened wildly when she told him that he was going to get over my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"You mean Jane will spank me?" he said incredulously.

"Exactly," Janet confirmed. "Your daughter will know best what you need, sweetie."

He didn't argue with Janet: he was becoming reconciled to being spanked by the now empowered young pussy. I tapped my lap in the age-old signal for the person who was to be spanked to get across the lap of the lady who would carry out the spanking.

Bare-assed, and in fact, totally bare, he slid across my bare thighs. His penis had shrunk, and I don't think he could have gotten a hard-on even if Janet threatened to mess him up if he failed. I did enjoy it when his soft cock slipped down between my thighs, and I softly clamped my thighs around it, so he was trapped between them.

"Janet says you've been a naughty boy, Dad," I said, making up my own spanking script, "and you know what happens to naughty boys, don't you?'

Janet had already trained him to respond, "They get spanked, Janie."

"Yes, they do," I answered firmly, "and you deserve a real spanking because you didn't stay hard to let Mommy cum with you pleasing her inside her pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself as a man. And also, when I'm disciplining you, it will be 'Miss Jane' to you."

I wasn't about to let him off. I was still not thrilled to have Janet as a stepmom. I don't think she liked the idea because she had warned me against calling her that. I could see her smile, by the way, when I had called her Mommy. She clearly liked that a lot.

I remained wary of Janet because I knew that if I fucked up, as compared with fucking with Dad and her, I could find myself in the locked panties again and there was no way I wanted that to happen.

Now I started spanking my dad. I alternated cheeks and now and then poked my finger down his anal crack and rubbed him under his ball sac. I also ventured to stick a finger into his anal opening although I didn't want to go in far enough to feel his doody in there.

But I kept spanking him hard and I watched Janet continue to smile contentedly. I think she wanted a break between spanking him. I figured she would soon be using her cane on his bare bottom and if she felt doody in his hole, Dad was going to get plugged. I figured this hadn't happened yet, but I was reading the future as I smacked his bottom cheeks, which were already nice and red.

Janet told me she thought I had given him enough of a spanking.

"I really have to go now," my father said to her, starting to sound like a pleading boy.

"Oh, really," she answered offhandedly, as if his request were not yet clear enough for her.

"Do you feel it coming down yet?" she asked in an innocent tone of voice.

"Yes, Janet," he answered, "it is and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it in."

Janet got up, laid some newspapers on the floor, and told him to squat there and do his business.

I could see that he was ashamed to be put in this incredibly humiliating posture in front of his wife and his daughter, no less.

"You just go on the paper now," she ordered, "and don't get pee all over the floor if you know what's good for you."

He assumed the humiliating squat, and I heard him make some bowel noises and then watched as a dark, thick turd slid out of his ass.

He had a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Thank you, Mommy," for letting him make his doody.

Janet ordered him to gather up the newspaper, not letting any pee or poo get on the floor and take it down to the trashcan that would be put outside soon.

After he was gone, she then hugged me tightly and lovingly caressed my bare breasts and teased my little clit. "You're such a good girl, Jane," Janet purred, "and I want you here with us. Sometimes, I may want to go first but we'll train him, so he keeps his hard-on for both of us. I know you have a boyfriend, but I think it's so nice for us to be a family in our bedroom."

"Is there any chance you need to poo, Janie?" she asked as a close friend might.

"Yes, Mommy," I grinned, "I do have to make a doody. Can I go and do it?"

"I'll come with you," she said in a warm, supportive way. "I hope it won't disturb you as I know this has been a private thing for you and most girls."

"Mommy, I'd love to have you in the bathroom with me when I make my doody," I assured her.

We walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Janet locked it. She really was into locking things. Then she dropped what was a bombshell to me,

"Jane, you know how hard I was on you," she said calmly but sincerely in a tone I'd not heard before from her. "I want to make it up to you. I'd like you to squat over me as I lie on my back in the tub and make your doodoo right on Mommy. It will be good for me to give you some recognition that you're now my boss."

"Wow, I must say this does surprise me, Mommy," I exclaimed happily but I wanted to assure myself she was for real.

"Now, I have to give you a chance to change your mind, Mommy," I said clearly, "if you want to do that."

"No, Jane," she answered coolly, "I want to be under you and stare up at your sweet cunt and asshole and wait for them to pour out pee and plop your poo right on my face."

"I do feel it's going to be a big one, Mommy," I warned her, "and it won't be as hard as yours probably are, so I hope that doesn't freak you out. I'm due to have my period soon and my doody starts to get softer before it arrives."

"By the way," she interjected, "I was very naughty in threatening to take away your tampons the other day. I think you might find the new period panties useful, though, if you want to try them, but I know that your period is a very private thing and should remain that way."

"Mom," I assured her, "Mommy always can know all about her little girl's period. That's what mommies are there for. But do you want to tell me about what yours is like."

Janet seemed incredibly comfortable sharing her deepest personal secrets with me. I think she always wanted a daughter. She told me she used period panties but also tampons. "Your period is probably heavier than mine because you're at the peak of your sexuality, Jane."

This colloquy made me think about my having Janet serve me intimately when I got my period. There was always a need for TLC during that week.

I told her I felt ready, so I asked her to lie down and stare up at my crotch. I didn't make any bowel noises when I squatted over her, though I usually do when I sit down on the toilet seat to make a doody. Janet lay down as I had instructed her. Then I positioned myself right over her face. She looked pleased and not at all apprehensive.

I felt my doody move down and start to edge out of my bottom.

"Oh, Jane, I see the brown tip coming out," Janet cried, more in excitement than any fear of my emerging turd.

I was happy that this movement felt like a solid one and it kept sliding out quickly. By the time it tailed off I looked down and it was already landing on Janet's face and then when it broke off at the end, it lay across her whole face. I looked down and Mommy was still seemingly in good spirits, even with my huge turd plastered across her face.

I told her she could use some toilet paper to gather it up and deposit it into the toilet. She managed to do that and more or less stay in the tub and got back under me. She was now lying in my pee which was on the floor of the tub as it's hard to make a doody without peeing too.

"I'm happy to clean up, Miss Jane, if you'd like that," Janet offered.

I really did like it that she volunteered to lick my ass where I had just pushed out an enormous shit. I soon felt her tongue licking me and when she had finished, she thanked me for the privilege and conceded that my excretion had been clean.

I hadn't gotten to spank Janet yet, which I felt would be the ultimate step in establishing my total authority over her. It seemed so long ago when I was afraid of her and worried she'd lock me in my panties or shave my pubes or shove a plug up my ass.

It was also wonderful that now I could hang out at school and go out with Larry. As much fun as it had been to be fucked by my father, I was looking forward to having lovely, sweet sex with my boyfriend. I figured Janet would still be able to get her rocks off from domming my dad and that was good, because even though she clearly needed the dominance I was now able to assert over her, she would always need someone to control.