When my father cashed in on his good fortune at purchasing Google stock in its infancy, things began to change at home; good things and bad things.
He bought a brand new house, cars, boats and lots of other toys. The extra money made him an asshole, and soon he started cheating on Mom with twenty-something bimbos who were barely older than me. Mom didn't take kindly to that, and before you know it, she divorced him and soon found a decent guy to be with, who had two boys of his own. When it came time to decide whether to live with Mom or my father, I wasn't looking forward to living with two stepbrothers and a stepfather. But when Dad gave me an ultimatum, my mind was made up.
He said, "Peter, you can go live with Mom in that shitty house with those shitty kids and in that shitty lifestyle, or you can stay here and enjoy a better life with me." I knew he was waving his money at me, but what the hell. So, at eighteen, I decided that it was better to stay with my asshole father and have everything I wanted. I was learning to be just like him.
My Mom has always been a really good mom, so I sat down with her and asked if it would bother her if my prime residence was with Dad. I would visit regularly and she said she was fine with that. Besides, Dad didn't mind me visiting her, and her new guy was pretty cool when I did come over.
Within a year, Dad had moved this twenty-five year old Latina named Maria into the house, and I was like, whatever. Maria isn't overly friendly, but not really a bitch either. The nice thing about her is she has DD titties, a nice big booty, and loves to show off her body. Dad would buy her all sorts of provocative outfits, and Maria has no problem wearing them anytime. Micro bikinis by the pool, and parading around the house in leggings and crop tops are just her things. She is always getting her nails or hair done, or adding another tattoo to her golden brown body. As a horny teenager, that wasn't a bad thing, as she gave me lots of spank bank material.
Everything was going along just fine, until one day when I was listening to music in the living room with my ear buds in. I was hungry and decided to get something to eat. I set down my ear buds and headed to the kitchen. Just before I got to the doorway, I heard Maria talking in a low voice on her cell.
"Yeah, right behind Wal-Mart... Okay... Two o'clock." I waited outside the doorway until I heard her moving around, and walked in.
"Hey, what's up, Maria?"
"Oh, uh, not much. Where's your Dad?"
"I think he's working on his Porsche in the garage." I reached past her and filled a glass with milk.
"Okay. I think I will go shopping for the afternoon. I'll go out there and let him know."
It doesn't take a brain surgeon to know there isn't much to buy BEHIND a Wal-Mart. I responded, "Tell him I'm heading out too."
"Okay," she said, in a light, sing song tone. I admired the cameltoe gouged deep into her leggings as well as the sway of her hips as she walked past. I checked my watch. It was 1:30, and Wal-Mart is only about ten minutes away.
I got into my car and went down to the Wal-Mart parking lot and found a place in the corner where I could see everything. Sure enough, just before two, in pulled Maria in her Range Rover and she went to a shaded part of the lot at the back, where an old GMC pickup was parked. She got out of her car and looked around for a second, before opening up the passenger door on the pickup.
I saw her and the driver talking for a while and then Maria's head moved down and out of sight. I got out and walked along the fence line, which brought me out about three cars before the pickup. I could only see one person in the driver's seat - a male; his eyes were closed and his head tilted back.
I got my phone out and opened the camera app, setting it to video. I had it ready when I walked up to the driver's door. Sure enough, the guy had hold of Maria's head in his left hand, her thick black curls tangled in his fingers, while his right hand was probing her ass beneath the elastic of her white leggings. Maria knelt across the seat and her head bobbed quickly up and down. I wondered how desperate she must be to cheat on my father with some hillbilly in a pickup truck.
I stopped for a few seconds and held the camera right at the window, as the guy had his mouth open and was moaning. I captured about four or five seconds of her head bobbed up and down, and continued walking away from them and back to my car.
At the time, I had expected one of them to notice me right there, and just seeing the look in her eyes as I caught her red-handed would have been great. Suddenly, I had a better idea and drove away. I replayed the video to be sure I had the goods on her, and there was no doubt that my stepmom was blowing some guy in a parking lot.
When I got home, Dad was still playing around with his car, so I went upstairs and copied my video onto my computer. I thought about giving myself a good tug watching it, but I needed to save my cum for later, when I wouldn't have to touch myself at all.
Maria brought home pizza for supper; not much of a surprise because she doesn't cook much. When we were done, Dad said, "I've got to finish putting the carburetor together. I'll be in the garage for a while."
"Okay, Sweetie," she chimed, pleased with herself at having successfully got someone else off earlier.
"Yeah, I'm going to play some online games in the living room," I offered as my father walked out of the kitchen. He didn't even acknowledge my comment, which wasn't much of a surprise.
I was watching TV and Maria came into the living room to sit down, scrolling through her Ipad. When my game ended, I asked her, "Can you come up to my room? I've got something I want you to see."
"Sure, Hon." She followed me up the stairs and into my bedroom. I closed the door behind us and patted the bed for Maria to sit on. I set up my computer to show my video on the large TV screen on the wall, and positioned myself to see her reaction when it started. Her boobs were almost falling out of her pushup bra, and her cameltoe looked so inviting.
