Catfished Pt 01

Catfished, Part 1

Catfish -- Create a fake or stolen online identity used for the purposes of beginning a deceptive relationship.

"I'm telling you, she just looks familiar, dude," Jake said, shaking his head as he looked at the picture of Vince's new stepmom on Vince's phone. Well, new as of 6 months ago.

Vince's parents had divorced three years ago and his dad finally remarried in the Spring. Due to his college class needs, his dad's work schedule, and the fact that they decided to elope to Vegas, he hadn't been able to attend the wedding nor visit home since the marriage.

It was Saturday before the long Thanksgiving weekend and the two were sitting around watching the college football games. Most of the college had left for the Thanksgiving break already, since there were no classes all week. But Vince wasn't leaving until Thursday morning.

Vince pulled his phone back and looked at the wedding picture again. "Everyone looks familiar to you, Jake," he laughed.

"No, seriously. I've seen her somewhere before." Jake started scrolling through his own phone as Vince went back to the game.

It took an entire quarter of the game and three touchdowns, two of which excited the two college students, before Jake finally figured out where he saw her.

"Found her!" he said loudly, turning his phone to show Vince. Intrigued, since the picture did look really close, Vince took his phone and looked further.

"SlutDate? Seriously, Jake? Debbi Dee? Shit, man, I'd bet anything this was just someone who found the picture online to use." Vince shook his head and gave Jake his phone back.

"Maybe," Jake said, scrolling through her SlutDate profile and looking at the pictures she'd posted. "But it looks pretty legit to me. According to this, she became a member ten years ago and she has pictures going back that far."

"What the hell? What are you doing on that app anyways? That's whacked." Vince had heard about SlutDate. It was well known to be a hookup for young people, where you were guaranteed to have sex on the first date.

"Hey! No judging!" Jake said. "I enjoy some guaranteed sex in my dating every once in a while. It can be tiring waiting a month or two before my dates will have sex."

"Whatever, man... you do you. Oh! What a catch!" Jake yelled, standing with his arms up high, as a receiver made a diving catch at the two yard line. "We are so going to kill them!"

Try as he might, Vince couldn't get the Debbi Dee SlutDate profile out of his mind. Could that really be his new stepmom? Is that how his dad found her? He just couldn't be sure. Long after the Jake left, as he lay in bed, he downloaded the app to his phone and started it up. He was immediately required to create a profile.

"Geez... I just wanted to look," he mumbled to himself. "Fine. Name... Danny Doesmore," he typed, laughing to himself. "City... State... Email... gotcha. Age... nineteen... no, twenty two.... gotta sound like I can at least go to the bars. Man seeking Woman... no specific fetishes... well, maybe multiple partners. Geez, bondage? Pissing? What the hell! Date range for my date... uh... I don't know, twenty to fifty. Ok... picture... what picture should I use?" He scrolled through his phone and found one from last year, one in which his hair is longer and his smiling face a little obscured in shadow. But one in which he looked like he was having a great time.

It took him only about five minutes before he had his profile loaded. Instantly the app provided him a list of potential dates... all within twenty miles. "But I don't want just anyone close by," he said, talking to the app. "How do I find someone specific? Help button... help button... where are you? Ah, there you are," he said, pressing it. He immediately typed Debbi Dee and her profile was quickly found. Like Jake, he scrolled through her pictures first, and, Jake was right. She looked a lot like the picture of his stepmom and the pictures did go back ten years. If this was fake, someone took a lot of effort to create it and maintain it.

He went back to the top of her profile to check out her answers. She was a woman seeking a man... and she clicked off a couple of fetishes. "Wow, she's into bondage, spanking, slapping, breath control... biting? What the hell!" he muttered in surprise. "And her date age is eighteen to thirty. She's really interested in younger guys." He shook his head. "She's gotta be in her forties."

He put the phone down a second and wondered if he could really do this. He wondered if he could schedule a date with her and see if that really was his stepmom. What if it was her? What would he do when she found out it was him... her own stepson? What would he do... tell his dad? There were so many consequences...

"Ah, screw it!" he said, pushing the button to request a date. A window where he could select multiple dates and times appeared, so he click on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, 5:00pm through 11:00pm. "It's not like I have much going on before I leave for home anyways," he reasoned.

He put his phone on his nightstand and fell asleep, dreaming wonderful dreams and nightmares about meeting his stepmom. It was the next morning when he got a notification from his app that a date was arranged for Wednesday, the night before he left to go home for Thanksgiving, at 7:00pm. Since all of his roommates were gone already, he typed in his address for the meeting place. He wasn't sure if she'd drive the hour to get there, but what the hell.

In just minutes she had approved. His date was arranged.

His mouth went dry and he started to worry... this was fucked up.

*****

Wednesday came before he realized it. He'd cleaned his room a bit and a bit of the common areas of the off-campus house he rented with three other guys. He took a quick shower, dressed, and even put on a little cologne. He had to admit, he was sexually excited. If he were honest with himself, he was more excited with the prospect that it really would be his new stepmom that came.

His room was on the second floor, so he bound down the stairwell anxiously when he heard the doorbell. He went to the front window and peered out, and saw a woman dressed in a black dress standing at the door, patiently.

"Ok," he said softly. "This is it." He opened the door and the beautiful woman, definitely the woman in the pictures, stood there. Her dress fit perfectly on her, hugging her curves well and accentuating her breasts in front with a low-cut neckline. "Hi," he said, nervously, backing up to invite her inside.

"You must be Danny," she said, smiling, looking very cool and confident. She obviously didn't recognize who he was, but he was still so nervous he was shaking.

"Yeah," he said, and after a short, pregnant pause continued. "Oh my God, you are so hot. So much hotter than your profile picture. My friends are never going to believe this." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, moved beside her, and began taking a few selfies with her.

She looked obviously shocked, but smiled. "Uh... ok... how old are you?"

"Nineteen," he said, completely forgetting the profile he created. "Uh, my IDs upstairs. I can go get it."

Debbi looked around the foyer absently, smiling at his response. "No... no that's fine." She walked over to a near-empty pizza box casually sitting on a small table in the foyer. Obviously he missed that. "So, I take it you don't live alone," she said inspecting the contents before turning her attention back to him.

"I have a few roommates, but they're not here right now." She nodded. "So... what should I call you?" he asked.

She smiled, as if he were asking something obviously stupid as she walked up to him and put her hand on his chest. "You young boys are all the same. Just take me to your room."

"Oh, uh, ok," he stuttered, a little shocked by her boldness. She took his hand as they walked up the stairs to his room together. He led the way as they turned the corner in the short hallway and walked through the open doorway. "This is where the magic happens," he smiled as he turned back towards her.

She entered the room, nodding, appreciating how he had decorated the place and how clean and tidy it looked. She must have expected less due to his age and status. College guys aren't known for their cleanliness.

She walked into his waiting arms and turned her head slightly as he went to kiss her, directing his kiss to her neck instead of her lips. She had placed her hands up on his chest and pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit on the end of the bed. Smiling, she moved to the mirror hanging from his closet door and started checking her dress and makeup.

"I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure you were real," he laughed. "My, uh, friends recommended the app to me because I'm no good at talking to girls," he said, trying to explain why he was doing this. They both knew exactly what the app was all about and he felt uneasy that he was a part of it.

"Oh... geez," she giggled softly, looking at him through the reflection.

"Have you used the app a lot?" he asked, nervously wondering.

"A bit," she replied, looking at him in the mirror. "I find it... refreshing... and fun. You don't waste time playing dating games, if you know what I mean. Everyone knows exactly what's going to happen."

"My buddy Jake, he uses the app and one of the girls that he met was married. I couldn't believe it. You're not married are you?" He waited a moment when she didn't respond. "Are you?" He nervously looked at her reflection.

She looked at him in the mirror, stopping her preening. "Listen, Danny, it's kind of a complicated situation and, honestly, today is not the time to have that conversation." She reached back, slid the zipper of her dress down, and let it fall to the floor at her feet. As she bent down to pick it up, Vince grabbed his cell phone and began taking pictures of her.

She folded the dress and laid it aside. When she saw what he was doing, she smiled and continued undressing. "Personal use only, right? No internet."

He nodded nervously. "Yeah... no internet."

She reached behind herself and unfasted her bra, removing it. Then she stood in front of the mirror again, only wearing black thigh-highs, high heels, and her small, black panties. Her hands slid over her breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples as she watched him, looking sultry and seductive. "Here I am, Danny. What do you want to do to me first?"

"I mean," Vince continued, taking more pictures. "What would your husband think about your extracurricular activities?"

"Well, he doesn't know about my extracurricular activities and I feel like a couple of secrets is kind of good for a marriage. You know?" she replied, taking off her large, hoop earrings.

"I just feel like he would be hurt if he knew what you were doing. I know I would be." Vince sat on the end of the bed, looking at her, his phone now on the bed beside him. He was starting to feel guilty about all this. Why did he set her up like this? What in the hell was going to happen when they met at her house tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day, for dinner?

Debbi turned towards him. "Danny, I love my husband. I love him to death. But to be honest with you, he just doesn't satisfy me like a young man can." Then she turned back towards the mirror once more, pulling her hair back, and holding it up to see how that would look. "But, I didn't come here today for a morality lesson from a nineteen-year-old... so... the question is... are you going to fuck me or not, Danny?"

Whatever he was feeling before, as soon as she challenged him, he grew angry. This woman, this married woman, his stepmom, was cheating on his dad. She was going out and fucking perfect strangers all in the name of fun, without even thinking about the consequences, without even thinking about his dad. He no longer cared about what would happen tomorrow. This was her doing. All this was her fault and she was going to have to live with it.

He was going to fuck his new stepmom. That was all he was thinking about now.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. "Oh," he said, standing up and unfastening his pants. "I'm going to fuck you Emmanuelle," now referring to her true name.

Emmanuelle turned towards him in shock, then noticed the large, 8x10 picture on the nightstand. It was a picture of her husband... standing next to... Danny. A picture at the golf course and the two are close and smiling. "Who... who are you?" she asked turning towards him.

"You know who I am. You can't see the resemblance?"

Then it hit her and she raised a hand to her face in astonishment. Danny is... Vince! Danny... Vince... is her stepson!

"Oh God, no! No this can't be happening," she said moving towards the bed to sit down. Her entire world was spinning out of control. What if... what if he told his dad about her? She'd lose everything! "This... this is not what it seems like, Vince. The situation you can't possibly understand..."

Vince held his phone up. "I can send these pictures to my dad and he can help me understand how big of a whore you are. Pictures of us together... pictures of you undressing for me. I'm sure he'll understand."

"No! Please do not send those photos to your dad. Do not send them!" she begged.

Vince looked at her, looked how scared she looked and felt a small bit of pity for her. "You are pathetic. Get your shit and get out."

She just sat in front of him, looking at him. At first she looked scared, but then her expression changed. She was thinking she could still control and handle the situation. She was thinking she could see her way through this.

"I think I see what's happening here," she said, standing. She was right in front of him now, looking up at him defiantly. "You're a twisted fuck. You did all this, you made up this entire ruse, just to fuck your dad's wife. I think we can just work through this... misunderstanding. Don't you?" She was trying to twist this, to make it his fault again. But he wasn't buying it.

"You're pathetic," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down and off his legs. "I want you to get down... and suck my dick... Mom."

She realized she wasn't going to win. She could leave and let Vince tell his father and ruin her marriage. Or... or she could fuck him and make him her accomplice in this. He'd be far less likely to tell his dad if he was a part of it, if he fucked her. Besides, she really wanted the attention of this virile young man. In a sick way, this was a bit stimulating to her.

She marveled at his body as she slowly knelt in front of him. He didn't have a lot of fat on him at all. This was a young, muscular, stud, just the kind she loved fucking. And his cock... it was a treasure to behold. All eight hard inches of it! When she reached her knees, her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked him as she looked at it, marveling at it.

She looked up at him, watching his smirk as her mouth descended down his shaft, embedding it deep into her mouth. She closed her lips on it and slid back up to the tip, sucking softly. Sliding back down, she let it slide deep into her throat, gagging a little and dripping saliva from her mouth.

'God, her mouth feels so fucking good!' Vince thought, watching her. His dick was getting so hard from feeling her, watching her, and listening to her unexpected enthusiasm. He could stay right here forever! Her mouth was warm and wet, smooth as silk, and her tongue licking and mouth sucking sent pleasure pulsing through him. Every time her mouth moved up to the tip of his rod, her hand stroked him right behind it, making him harder and harder.

He groaned when she deep-throated him again, gagging on his cock. "Fuck!" he groaned loudly to the ceiling as he tilted his head back.

She giggled as she removed him from her mouth and stroked him firmly. "Mmmmm... your cock is delicious and so fucking big," she said looking up at him. "What do you want, Vince?"

Vince looked up, trying to hold back from cumming too quickly. Her slutty attitude was driving him crazy. He'd never had a woman treat his cock so well before. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled, lifting her to her feet and directed her towards the bed. She crawled up on it, as directed, and knelt on all fours, facing him. She was smiling and licking her lips, eager for what was going to happen next. His cock was the perfect level for her mouth and was inch from it. Her eyes were looking at it, marveling it. Vince moved closer and she opened her mouth, welcoming him inside again, as she giggled in delight.

With his hands on her head, he pushed deeply, feeling his cock get buried all the way into her mouth. And then he pulled back out, all the way until just the head was inside. She watched him, loving how he was taking control of her as he started to slowly fuck her mouth.

"What I want is to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, Mom," he said, increasing his tempo. Her gurgling was loud as he entered her throat again and again, one right after the other. He could feel her saliva running down and dripping from his balls. It felt so fucking good.

He took himself right to the edge, so close to cumming, so close to pouring his cum down her throat, when he pulled back. He was still holding her head firmly as he looked down at her, her sloppy wet mouth and face looked radiant.

"Lay on your back."

Emmanuelle flipped over, laying on her back, propped up on her elbows as she watched him. "Are you going to fuck my pussy?" she asked, sounding like a porno slut.

"First I'm going to eat it," he said, sneering down at her, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He knelt and immediately pressed his mouth against her warm, wet flesh. His tongue ravished her, sliding deep between her lips as she let out a quick giggle and then a deep moan of pleasure.

"Oh my God," she groaned. "Right fucking there...."

"Mmmm," he moaned as he sucked on her clit and then swirled his tongue over it.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," she said, moving her hips up and down against his mouth. "You're so fucking good at that." She moaned, watching every move of his tongue, her body on fire now. "Fuck! Oh God, don't stop. You're going to make me cum."

He looked up as he tongued her clit, sliding the tip back and forth over it, and watched her eyes close for a moment, her head fall back with pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" she moaned. Her legs began shaking, her orgasm moving quickly to overwhelm her. "Oh my God... Oh my God... more!" She arched her back, pushing her hips up against his mouth as hard as she could before falling back onto the bed, her body relaxing.

Vince licked her softly as she came down, carefully avoiding her very sensitive clit.

She giggled. "Oh my fucking God! With a tongue like that," she said gasping for breath, "you don't have to be good at talking to girls. You just lick her clit like that and she'll never leave you."

Vince stood. "I'll keep that in mind... Mom." His cock was standing at rapt attention, wanting to feel her. He hooked his hands underneath her knees and lifted, pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed and upturning her pussy and ass. He pushed her thighs towards her head, until she eagerly grabbed them with her own hands, holding them in place.

"You shouldn't call me that," she said, blushing in embarrassment.

He licked his lips as he looked at her very aroused pussy, so open and wet for him. Her asshole winked at him from beneath as well and he knew he'd have her there, too, one day. He moved closer, his cock sliding against her labia and clit.

"Why not? That's what you are, aren't you? My whore stepmom? My whore stepmom who's pussy is dripping wet for her own stepson's cock and just can't wait to get fucked by it?" He slid his cock over and around her clit, letting her pussy throb for him as he teased her.