Hello readers. Recently I accidentally submitted a story called "A Mom's Twisted Boyfriend". I explained in a comment that it wasn't finished and said I would correct that.
This is this complete story. I have included the first part so if it seems familiar you can scroll down until you reach and entire line of these - ***** - after which the rest of the story begins. Thanks for your understanding.
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For his mother's benefit Michael Porter offered a weak smile when he saw her boyfriend looking at him through the window, making a goofy face while Michael was finishing up the breakfast dishes, and after the teen nodded the middle aged man came into the kitchen using the squeaky screen door.
"I should oil that thing," Vince Oliva mused aloud as the door slammed shut behind him before turning his attention to his lady friend's only child who was drying his hands. "And I should get you a little apron Mikey. Maybe a French maid's outfit too for when you do your housework."
"Mom has enough to do," Michael responded while trying to stay calm under the roughneck's barbs.
"Satin panties too," Vince chuckled and enjoyed the wince he got in response. "Black - or maybe red. You like red, boy?"
"Pass," Michael answered, wondering how long his mother was going to put up with this jerk, adding, "You shouldn't waste your money on stuff like that anyway, seeing as you're unemployed."
"Between jobs," Vince corrected. "That's the way construction is, but they're going to approve rehabilitating town hall come September and I figure to land a job for that. Nice inside work for the winter."
"About when your unemployment insurance runs out, isn't it?" Michael snapped.
"Funny how that works out, ain't it?" Vince snickered as he scratched his scalp while Michael tried unsuccessfully not to look at the bulging bicep visible because of the shirt's ripped off sleeves.
"You like that boy?" Vince cackled when he saw the teen look, flexing his muscle for his benefit. "When you grow up maybe you'll get some muscles too."
"No, I was just looking at the way your shirt is falling apart," Michael lied, his gaze having been fixed on the rippling bicep with the fading devil tattoo and the thick tuft of dark brown hair that filled the nasty man's chiseled armpit.
"Yeah, it's seen better days," Vince admitted, and with the intent to make the kid pissed added, "Maybe I'll get your Mom to buy me some new ones."
"Great."
"Say, you got any plans today?" Vince asked. "Thought you and me could get to know each other better."
"Classes," Michael answered.
"College still going on?" Vince asked, and after the teen nodded he shrugged. "Maybe tomorrow. You planning on having a sleepover at your boyfriend Bobby's this weekend?"
"He's a friend," Michael corrected. "I dunno. Why?"
"Well, it's just that when you aren't around, your Mama don't feel the need to try and be quiet, if you know what I mean," Vince replied. "She's a howler, and with you having fun at Bobby's we can all get off."
"I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend," Michael answered. "Must you be so crude?"
"I am what I am," Vince chortled and then made a muscle again and added, "Maybe instead I should have said, I yam what I yam. You know? Like Popeye? Get it?"
"I get it," Michael replied.
"I bet you do," Vince told him with a snicker. "You know, your mother doesn't even know about you and Bobby. She thinks you two eggheads are just friends.
"We are friends," Michael protested, reflexively backing up a bit as his mother's boyfriend got a little closer to him, trying and succeeding in intimidating the younger lad once again.
"You and me - we can be friends too," Vince said as he put his thumbs in his belt loops. "You know, I come off as a macho guy but - well - there's another side of me. A side I'd like you to get to know."
"I have class in about an hour and a half."
"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice," Vince said as he moved his right hand down and slowly unzipped his jeans zipper.
"You're crazy, Mr. Oliva," Michael said, and when he saw what the older man was doing he recoiled some more and protested. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I thought we were on a first name basis, although I admit I like you in the submissive role," Vince explained as he reached into the open fly of his jeans. "As for what I'm doing, I thought you might like to get a look at what makes your Mama howl so loud."
"You're crazy!" Michael sputtered as he backed up against the sink.
"So I've been told," Vince agreed as she stood there a few feet from the teen, lazily pulling on what he had extracted from his fly. "And for the record, you're looking at my cock. Just as I expected."
"I bet your boyfriend Bobby ain't packing anything like this," Vince declared as his dark beige uncut organ grew in response to the stretching. "Maybe I'm wrong but I figure you for the bottom. There. How do you like that? Don't look away now boy."
"Happy?" Michael replied, his shudder visible as he looked at the grotesque penis swaying fully erect, the hideous network of veins on the over-sized organ taking a back seat in the shock department to the way the cock curved noticeably to the right.
"Crazy the way this fucking thing is warped," Vince noted as she stroked the organ, the purplish knob appearing and disappearing as the foreskin went up and down. "I always thought I could fuck it straight, but that obviously ain't happening."
I think it's the curve that drives the girls crazy," Vince opined. "Does the same to guys too. Maybe even more so."
"Mr. - Vince. I really have to go," Michael said as Vince got closer.
"Here. Just hold it for a minute, son," Vince told him while his eyes never left Michael's as he grabbed the teen's wrist and brought his hand down to his erection, even wrapping it around the thick shaft and helping him squeeze it.
"There. Feel it throbbing?" Vince asked as he directed their hands slowly up and down the sweaty organ while his other hand grabbed Michael's crotch and squeezed. "Thought you'd have a hard-on too. Got a little one don't ya?"
"Please," Michael whimpered.
"Soon. Tomorrow I'll come back," Vince promised as he noticed that he wasn't forcing the teen's hand all that much now. "Imagine how good this throbbing monster will feel in your ass. Don't worry, I won't put all 9" in you. Just enough to make us both happy."
"Don't you dare cry. I'm not your mother falling for that crap. You're loving this," Vince insisted. "Here it comes."
The older man groaned as his cock erupted under the trembling hand's urging, his face contorted as he came, and after he stopped ejaculating he told the teen, "Keep milking it. Milk me dry."
"Sorry for the mess," Vince said abruptly, putting away his member and zipping up. "See you tomorrow son."
Just like that Michael's mother's boyfriend was gone, and after the squeaky screen door slammed shut the teen looked down at his slacks, the front of which were covered with ropes of Mr. Oliva's semen.
Despite being shaken, Michael hurried into his bedroom to change since the pants were a mess, and after he peeled off his underwear which were gooey from another source, he hustled into the bathroom for a quick selective wash-up before getting dressed again for school.
"He thinks I'm going to be here tomorrow?" Michael said aloud to no one as he hurried to his beat-up Toyota for what would be a rushed drive to the campus, but as he jumped in he almost sat on a bag that was on the front seat.
"What the hell is this?" the freshman wondered aloud as he looked into the bag, his eyes widening in disbelief as he extracted the dainty garment. "He think I'm actually going to wear..."
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"Michael?" Nancy Porter said as she saw her son in the kitchen wearing his bathrobe, his still-damp light brown hair washed but not brushed. "You don't have classes today. What gets you up so early?"
"Uh - going fishing with Bobby," the teen mumbled in response, sticking with one of the two answers that he always used for explaining absences.
"Well don't you two end up drowning," Nancy said as she kissed her only child good bye. "Safer than hunting I guess."
Michael nodded, the idea that the two of them actually did the manly things they often claimed to do clearly preposterous to anyone not desperate to believe the tales, and then his mother was gone.
After fidgeting in the kitchen chair for awhile while looking up at the clock that ticked loudly and ominously, the teen went into his bedroom and peeled his soggy bathrobe off before reaching into the back of his dresser drawer to extract the bag that Mr. Oliva had left for him.
Michael held the dainty pink satin panties up in front of himself, and he shook his head when he looked at the obviously cheap underwear that were probably from Dollar General. The only saving grace was that they probably wouldn't fit, but after they slid right up the teen's smooth legs to his waist he saw he was wrong.
"They are comfortable though," Michael told the dresser mirror as he looked at himself, the satin soft against his skin, but while the panties fit they were snug and were very revealing, showing the bulge his limp dick made as it was crushed under the satin..
Michael reached down under the elastic and pulled on his limp dick a moment before letting go and looking at the result, the bulge a bit more impressive than it had been before.
