Janet was at a loss for how to deal with her stepson, Billy.
It had been hard enough marrying his father when Billy was 16, but since he had turned 18 he had been practically insufferable.
Maybe it was because it was summer break; they were in the house together more than usual, and the heat of summer rarely brought out the best in people.
But she couldn't let that be an excuse. Billy came and went at all hours, didn’t perform even minimal chores around the house, and he had let his schoolwork slip considerably.
Janet had tried talking to him responsibly as an adult; she had tried to punish him (but he had just laughed at her attempts to ground him); she had even tried talking to her husband, but he didn’t seem concerned, thinking it was simply a phase. Janet knew that he only felt this way because he didn’t have to deal with his son on a daily basis, as he traveled so much for business, but she was at a loss as to what to do.
On a remarkably normal weekday evening, an incident occurred that would change the relationship between Janet and Billy forever.
Billy was in the kitchen and had made a terrible mess preparing some food, and Janet arrived home from an afternoon playing tennis with some friends. After briefly saying “Hello,” to one another, they began arguing over the state of the kitchen. Both were worked up, and both had raised their voices.
Finally Billy said he was done and turned to leave, announcing that he was going out for the night and that there was nothing she could do to stop him. As he moved toward the door, Janet, in a bit of a rage, hurried after him, grabbed his shoulder and yanked it back toward her.
Janet was significantly smaller than Billy; she was about 5’6” and 125 pounds, and Billy was about 5’9” and 150, but Janet was extremely fit and much stronger than she realized (though obviously not as strong as Billy)
Anyway, as Billy was leaving, he was turning around the kitchen table, and the momentum of his turn combined with Janet’s tug as she yanked back on his shoulder caused him to slip and fall, twisting and eventually landing on his back.
Likewise, Janet’s forward motion was suddenly halted by Billy’s fall, so she fell also, landing on top of her stepson.
Janet quickly pulled her legs up to push herself up on her knees as Billy began to yell, “Get off of…”
He suddenly became silent while seemingly in the middle of his sentence, so Janet glanced down toward him to make sure he was alright.
She looked into his face and noticed that Billy appeared to be staring at something. Her eyes followed the direction of his, and she was shocked to notice that in all of the commotion, her tank top had been pulled down and one of her boobs was very, very close to revealing everything.
A decision that was made in the next half second changed the family dynamic forever.
Janet dropped her shoulder and allowed her top’s shoulder strap to slide down her toned arm. This revealed much more of her chest and even allowed her boob to pop out completely, though some of it was still covered by a white bra.
Janet was paying close attention to Billy and knew that he was entranced by the thought of what he might see. She also took a quick moment to check out their exact situation.
They were on the floor, one side against the kitchen table, and the other side was fairly open with the exception of a chair from the table that had been knocked a couple of feet away by the fall.
Janet was on top of Billy, straddling him now, though she was positioned more on his thighs than his cock.
As Janet reached for that chair, presumably to pull herself up, Billy pulled his eyes away from Janet’s lovely C cup boobs and began to lift his head up. He was a bit put out when he noticed that Janet had pulled the chair over so that it was up against them and then dropped back down on him, with her hands holding his biceps against the floor.
Billy may not quite have figured out what was happening, but Janet knew exactly what she was doing. She had Billy now between two pieces of furniture so his only path to get up was to go right through her. Additionally, she knew that while she no match for Billy comparing strength to strength, she believed that she was strong enough to hold him there unless he fiercely fought, and she doubted he would do that.
“Billy, sweetie,” she uttered her first words since the fall, “Are you being a bad boy?”
“What?” he answered, “You knocked me down and fell on me.”
“Billy, you know that’s not what I’m talking about, sweetie,” she replied softly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now get off of me,” he stated.
Janet pushed her hands into his arms as she pulled herself up slightly, but any hope of escape that Billy briefly had flickered away as Janet stopped moving as her crotch now lined up with his.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” she restated his comment. “Ok, I’ll be more direct. You were looking at my tits; I was trying to give you a chance to take some responsibility and admit it, sweetie.”
Billy was thrown off guard. He had obviously been busted for looking, but he couldn’t figure out Janet’s reaction. Why was she smiling like she was, and why was she talking like this?
He decided that he should end this now and get out of this situation.
“Fine,” he admitted, “I glanced at your chest, but only because it just presented itself. Now, get up.”
He tried to push up, and, for the first time, realized the situation. He couldn’t quite get the leverage he needed to push her off of him, and with the table on one side and the chair on the other, he couldn’t easily move to either side.
“Oh, I see,” Janet smugly said, “You liked looking at my tits only because they presented themselves to you.”
She gave a slight, condescending nod and slowly moved one of her hands to the snap of the bra between her two boobs.
“Then please allow me to ‘Present’ them again, Billy,” she seductively stated as she unsnapped the latch and let her boobs come free.”
Billy couldn’t believe what was happening, but he still sensed that this was somehow wrong; he attempted resistance.
