Mom's Away

It was June and college was out for the summer. Mom and her new husband had been on my case for over a month to find a job, but if I'm honest, I just didn't want to work. I am the first to admit I'm a bit of a sloth. I'd rather be gaming and reading and watching movies than work when my parents can look after me. I'm not a fool. I just know that when I finish college, there'll be nothing but work, slaving for food and rent while trying to save for a house. Why not enjoy my summer holidays while I could?

Like I said, I'm not a fool. I started to form a plan in my mind to win the support of at least one of my parents. It came to me pretty easy after catching my stepfather ogling me a few times when he'd had a few. Mom didn't seem to notice it, but I'm bi myself and I know what those looks can mean.

Reg is a practical sort of guy normally. He's a certified accountant, a numbers guy, and he is, well, maybe not rich, but almost rich. Well off. Mom made a lot off my dad's life insurance when he passed. I don't know how much exactly, but enough to retire at fifty without debts. Together, they had no cash flow problems.

I was the only problem in their life. Mom complained that I didn't work, she didn't like my friends and she thought I was directionless and wasting my life. It annoyed her that I didn't argue with her much. I was just passing the time easy until I finished college. It's not like she and Reg couldn't afford to support me. She'd just scowl and walk away. Then you could count on Reg stopping by my room and giving me a pep talk meant to stir my ambition and raise my aspirations to be someone. Truth is, for Generation Z, it's a different world out there, but they don't get it.

Anyway, it was June. Mom left to go to New York to celebrate Aunt Connie's birthday for the weekend, leaving me with Reg. Without mom around, Reg was a different animal. He relaxed around me a bit, not having to be mom's echo chamber.

"Just us boys," Reg said. "We can watch sports and those horror movies your mom doesn't like. Unless you have plans this weekend?"

"That sounds like a plan," I replied.

I had plans alright. Normally, I would be out with my friends on a weekend, getting drunk, getting high and getting my rocks off. This weekend wouldn't be so different.

"Great! What do you want to watch first?"

I picked up the remote and started scanning for a likely scary movie in one of our streaming services. We eventually found one we agreed on, an oldie.

"This'll scare the pants off you," Reg said.

I almost laughed. He had flippantly foreshadowed my plan.

"We need snacks," I said. "Set up the movie and I'll get us something to eat and drink."

This was fine with Reg. It was his weekend too and he was feeling lazy after a full five days commuting to the city and working long hours.

When I came back, I was loaded down with bowls of chips and popcorn. On the next trip, I brought the drinks.

As the opening credits rolled (he never skipped the intros), he took a sip of his drink, expecting a regular Coke. "Oh, wow, what's in there? Whiskey?"

"Southern Comfort."

"In yours too?"

"Yes." It certainly was.

A look flickered over his face. Reg was trying to decide if he should disapprove of me drinking, but I could almost see the moment when he decided I was twenty and could have a drink. Instead of complaining, he told me it was good.

"Maybe you should be a bartender."

A few minutes into the movie, I saw Reg had put a dent in his drink. I topped it up with more S.C. and Coke. I deliberately made it quite strong.

The movie passed the one-hour mark and it was good, but my mind was on my plan.

"Wow, is it hot in here or is it just me?"

"Jus' you." Reg slurred even those two words. I had remixed his drink when he got up to use the bathroom. I knew he was feeling it by now. I also knew this movie by heart. It was 1980s horror and it had an obligatory sex scene around seventy minutes in. Tits and ass galore. I wondered if his relaxed condition would make him more susceptible to arousal from the scene. Me? I was already aroused. My plan was not a sure thing, but I had a glow on too from my considerably weaker drinks.

I was not so drunk that I didn't remember the next part of the plan. I opened an app on my smartphone and activated the nanny-cams I had hidden around the room that morning. Then I sat my phone down and made my next move.

"I am hot. Should we turn on the air conditioning?"

"No, too early in the season." Reg was a penny-pincher. I knew he would say that.

"Maybe I'm just overdressed."

I took my shirt off and kicked my way out of my pants. We had an informal dynamic in the household, but I didn't usually sit around in my boxers. I sat myself down on the sofa I was sharing with Reg. He glanced my way casually, but the look turned into a stare. As the direct-to-video starlet of the 80s flick began to gyrate her naked ass against the male lead's groin in the cheesy sex scene, both the action on screen and the sustained look from Reg raised my arousal further. My cock began to uncoil in my boxers until it pressed a full erection against the fabric.

I heard Reg gasp and looked over at him. He was staring at my crotch of course.

"I'm uncomfortable with the way you're looking at me," I said curtly.

The room was fairly dark, but the blue glare of the television produced enough light to illuminate his blush. Heavy breathing emanated from the television.

"Oh," Reg said. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I don't know--it must be the drink."

We looked at the TV. The woman was now apparently riding the man's dick in what was obviously simulated sex.

"I know what would make me more comfortable," I said. "If you took your shirt and pants off, we'd be even, right?"

"Um, I don't know. I guess, maybe. I do find it hot in here--now."

Reg stood up and pulled his golf shirt over his head. He had a bit of a paunch, but nothing extreme. His chest was covered in a carpet of brown and grey hairs, his belly less so. His arms were those of a man who pushed a pen rather than those of a labourer. He was actually quite handsome. When he unbuckled his belt and popped his button, I found myself to be the one staring this time--in anticipation. He dropped the trousers and stepped out of them. He was wearing tighty-whities and his cock was perfectly outlined against the material.

It was expanding.

"I don't know what's happening," Reg said.

"I think I do," I said.

"You do?"

"Yes. You're getting a hard-on for me. You want me to suck your cock."

Reg groaned. "But your mom..."

"Well, she doesn't need to know."

"I don't know."

He was still standing while I was sitting on the couch. I rose and faced him, moving right into his personal space so that we were nose-to-nose. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was sexy as hell. Then I put my hands on either side of his head and kissed him full on the lips, letting mine linger there until we each let our mouths fall open and our tongues touch. Trusting him to stay in the kiss, I lowered a hand from his face, letting it traipse over the hairy chest, touching his nipple, down to his belly and straight under the waistband of his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and he moaned, a sound absorbed into my mouth. I pulled away and a thread of saliva briefly linked our lips as they parted.

"Tell me you want it," I said softly, with my back to the cameras. I wanted them to catch what he said back more than what I said. I was massaging his cock gently and he was a rod of iron.

"I want it," he said. "I want you to suck my cock."

"How bad do you want it?"

"Oh... you're not going to make me beg, are you?"

"Maybe a little. You know what I like? When a man talks dirty to me. Calls me names."

Reg was reluctant but the teasing handjob helped him overcome it, and no doubt the alcohol had loosened some inhibitions.

"Oh, you little faggot, blow me! Suck my cock, sissy!"

"That's better," I told him. It did make me hot actually.

I took my hand off his cock and readjusted myself, sitting forward on the couch with him standing in front of me. I leaned in to his crotch and began licking him through his underwear. I listened to him moan a while, but I did nothing more for a minute. I wanted him to show initiative.

He grabbed my head roughly by the sides and pushed me away. I looked away in surprise, afraid that he'd had a change of mind or that he was going to thrash me in some sudden homophobic impulse, but he had only shoved me aside so he could yank his briefs down and step out of them. He was revealed in all his glory. I had to admit it was a good cock. Seven inches, cut, with a slight curl. I wanted it.

"Give me the best blowjob of your life, kid! If your mother could see you now!"

That was perfect for the record. As I leaned back in to oblige him, I smiled to myself and corrected him in my thoughts: no, if only Mom could see YOU now. I kept my back to the camera so that my smile wouldn't be on the recording. It would look like the pleasure was mostly on Reg's part, I was sure of that. Even if that was not entirely true.

So, he wanted the best blowjob ever. I'd give it a shot. I opened my jaws wide and took as much of him in my mouth as I could in a single gulp. His moan was rewarding. I began humming deep in my throat to add a vibration to the suction lock I was applying. My tongue massaged the head of his cock. I began sawing back and forth against his flexing hips. He was feeding me his dick with enthusiasm.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," he said. "All those days watching you around the swimming pool, trying to catch a glimpse of your ass when you come out of the shower in just a towel, you little cock-tease. Now you're mine!"

I realized he was attracted to me, but I didn't know how long it had been going on. I was strangely flattered, but it didn't affect the plan. In fact, his unexpected confession was an enhancement, a bonus. He would do anything to keep this recording out of my mother's view. His wife would take a dim view of his seduction of her son, whom she foolishly thought innocent.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the TV. The movie had finished and we hadn't even noticed the horrific climax. Another climax was fast approaching.

"Oh, you little bitch, you play me like a violin. You're gonna make me come. Tell me you want it down your throat."

I stopped stimulating him long enough to beg him to fill my belly with his jizz.

"Here it comes, you cocksleeve! I'm blowing my load in your mouth! Swallow my semen! Don't stop licking until I'm finished!"

The viscous pudding in my mouth was strangely delicious, tasting like victory. It had all been very easy.

After his long work week and drinking half-a-bottle of Southern Comfort, not to mention blowing his load down his stepson's neck, Reg was exhausted. He fell asleep naked on the sofa. I smiled at the sight of him. He was snoring. It was kind of cute in a way.

You may think that because I was blackmailing my stepfather, I had no affection for him, but nothing could be further from the truth. He had always been kind to me and he was good to my mom. But a plan, once made, had to be seen through. And if I played it right, there would be benefits for both him and me.

I was still naked too as I sat in a recliner across from the couch and the prone figure of my stepfather. I picked up my phone and took a few snaps of him. Trophies. Then I went into the app controlling the hidden cameras around the room. I stopped them. I went to my room and grabbed my laptop, downloaded the footage from the cameras and began editing the first blackmail video. With cuts in the right places to accentuate Reg's drunken aggression, it downplayed my role in seducing him, making me look a passive object of his desire. The fact might be that I seduced him, but the edited footage made it seem that he was demanding sex of me. Watching the video made me hard and I was leaking pre-cum.

What the hell, I thought, and gave myself a tug or two. I deserved some release after the fine work I had done on Reg. I had a particularly dirty thought cross my mind. I stood over his naked body and wanked over him, groaning as I came over his lower belly and his cock. Then I knelt beside the couch and licked my own hot semen off my stepfather's nether regions.

Drunk as he was, he stirred as I licked cum off his cock and the beautiful organ came to full attention below me. I thought of blowing him again, not for the cameras but just for fun, but I decided not to. I'd need him fully-loaded for tomorrow's videos, the ones that would guarantee my plan's success.

My stepfather would be eating out of my hand this summer.