This time when Carter drove home, he noticed the mail truck as it turned out from his street towards him; he caught a glimpse of what looked like a smug, satisfied grin on the bastard's face. It took a great amount of strength not to ram the mail truck off the road at that moment and he tried only to focus on getting back home.
He sat in his car for a moment when he pulled into the garage and checked the camera to see that Amaryllis had already gotten dressed and was cleaning the couch--she really didn't want him to suspect anything. He stepped inside and called out as usual.
"Mom, I'm home. What happened?" He feigned ignorance as he came around the corner to see her dabbing at a wet spot on the couch. The scent of fabric cleaner grew stronger as he stepped closer.
"Oh, clumsy me, you know. I sat down to relax with a cup of coffee and spilt some on the couch. I didn't want it to stain." She smiled up at him and shrugged helplessly, but her voice sounded like it was missing her usual light-hearted bounce. She waved her hand dismissively at the stain. "Anyway, it's clean now. We just have to let it dry."
"Sure, then... if you don't need any help, I'm going to go do some study. Call me down for dinner, yeah?" He smiled and, impulsively, leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She laughed, and nodded before shooing him upstairs.
In his room, he loaded up the app on his phone and downloaded the video clips and images onto his computer. He scrolled through the images first as he had yesterday, Watching the single image progression of his stepmom answering the door to stripping, to riding the mailman's cock and then cleaning it. He felt anger for her, but also excited and horny as he loaded up the video clips to play one after another. Making sure his door was locked, he started the first one and put his headphones on. He pulled out his cock and started to stroke it as he watched his stepmom try to stand up to the man. He knew the mailman was blackmailing her with the photos he took of her yesterday and he heard and saw the resignation as she dropped her hand and allowed him to kiss her.
He groaned as he stroked his cock harder and faster at the degrading way the man was talking to his stepmom. Somehow it turned him on to see her being treated like a toy or pet. His cock grew harder as he watched his stepmom dance and strip, and he got, for the first time, a clear look at the gorgeous body Amaryllis had hidden from him. A rumble rose up from his chest, his desire for his stepmom growing, as she bent over, exposing herself to her audience and started playing with herself. He couldn't believe how unbelievably sexy she looked like that and lamented that he had wasted so many years rolling his eyes at his friends when they commented on her body.
"Oh god, Ame, fuck." He moaned, biting into the back of his hand, as he watched her crawling to the man. His hand on his cock gripped tighter and jerked himself faster. He could easily imagine her collared and leashed with the end in his hand, pulling her towards him. He'd seen plenty of videos before of girls in the same situation but none of them had him raging such a painful hardon as he had these past couple days. It had piqued his interest in the past but he had no idea how much he actually wanted to have someone submit to him until he imagined Amaryllis in that position. His sweet, lovely, caring stepmother, whom he loved and respected, kneeling at his feet and servicing his cock. He almost lost himself with that image and had to force his hand to slow down, to edge so he could savour more of her body in the videos.
He knew he wouldn't last long as he watched her straddle and impale herself on her abuser's cock. He loved how her breasts thrust out from her chest as the man held her arms behind her and he felt insanely jealous that the mouth on her tits were anyone's but his own. He watched as the slutty version of his stepmom started fucking herself on the cock in her cunt and seemed to enjoy it, too. Would she be like that if she sat on his cock, he couldn't help but wonder.
He closed his eyes, imagining his stepmom bouncing on her lap with her beautiful, luscious breasts in his face. He imagined the moans he heard were for him, that she was calling for him and his cock. He knew it was wrong but he wanted her, he needed her. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to own her: collared, wet and willing and ready to serve him whenever he wanted.
And it was with that image of her and the sound of her begging, that he came, growling deep in his chest as his semen exploded from his cock. He just barely moved his hand down in time to cover the tip of his cock from spilling his seed all over his keyboard and himself.
"Fuuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck." He moaned and collapsed back on his chair; the video was still playing full screen on his computer. Panting, he wiped his hands on the front of his shirt before pulling off his headphones and leaned back on his chair. His heart and breathing were going at a rapid pace and it took effort to keep himself from hyperventilating. He had just a moment to stop the video when he heard a knocking on his door, followed by Amaryllis' soft voice.
"Carter? Are you okay? I heard you yell." Her voice shocked him back to reality and he double checked that his screen was blank, even though he was sure the door was locked.
"Uh yeah, sorry Ame. I just uh-- accidentally deleted something I was working on. It's fine, it's fine. I got it." He quickly cleaned up his cum and tossed the shirt into the laundry hamper in his closet. Pulling on another shirt, he opened the door to see his stepmother standing in front of him. He had an overwhelming urge to wrap her up in his arms and to inhale her sweet scent.
"Oh, it's good you were able to fix it. Well, I just wanted to tell you dinner is ready. I'm-- I'm actually not hungry so I left your portion on the table. I'm just going to bed early today. You don't mind cleaning up after yourself, do you? I can do it tomorrow morning if you're busy." She gave him a tired smile but had turned away to walk down the hall to her room before he answered. He watched her retreating form for a moment before he went downstairs to get his dinner and to formulate a plan to help Amaryllis get out of her situation.
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"Next time you greet me with a kiss, slut. Pretend you're happy to see me." Tony stepped in with his hand squeezing at her jaw, pushing her backwards as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in an aggressive kiss. He was in a foul mood, she could tell by how hard he was holding her and kissing her. His hand slid down to her throat, pulling her up by her neck so she stood on her toes as he mashed his lips to hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth, probing. "And maybe ditch the clothes, too. Make it easier for us to spend more time together."
Amaryllis shuddered at his suggestion, but she didn't dare protest his request right away; she tried to mask her disgust with a neutral expression and nodded as much as his grip on her would allow. She just wanted to get today's ordeal over with as soon as possible. But he caught the expression that crossed her face and he snarled angrily, using his grip on her neck to force her backwards into the main room to throw her down on the couch. She cried out and looked up at him fearfully, his sudden burst of anger shocking her.
"All you whore bitches are the same. Why can't you just do what you're told?" He ranted, standing above her, staring down at her cowering form. He reached down and pulled open her shirt, buttons popping off and getting lost in the couch. "Fucking strip already, bitch or do I have to tell you what to do every single time!?"
She shrank back from him fearfully, hands trembling as she slid her shirt down her arms and undid her bra, tossing it to the side of the couch, followed closely by her pants and panties. Her hands were shaking and restless, not sure what she was to do as he ranted above her about what a prude his girlfriend was; about his bitch of a boss; and, the woman who slapped him today for looking, even though she was wearing an almost sheer top.
