Stepson's Punishment 01

Several years ago, I married a woman and adopted her daughter. Both of them ended up not being what I bargained for. My wife became more distant, and we discovered she had some sort of BPD, so she's on heavy medication and I'm basically her caregiver. My stepdaughter is now my stepson. There have been no operations and not even any hormones, but he's adamant he's now my stepson, and we call him Kurt.

He is now 18, but out of love for him and his mother, I continue to provide and care for both of them. As long as we all understand that while he lives in my house, he follows my rules, everyone wins. Which is why when I find the camera set up and realize he's uploading filth to a site called SexFriends on the internet, I just about lost it.

I'm a reasonable guy, but when I have to call my step daughter a he and then I see the pictures? Something had to be done, some form of punishment had to administered. Initially I was angry, so angry in fact that as Kurt sat there, red faced, probably scared already, I started to take off my belt. His face spasmed in horror at this, those pouty lips forming an "O", and I told him to pull down his pants, or I'd do it for him.

As satisfying as that might have been, he did it. Just dropped them right then and there, still looking like a puppy about to get whipped. I'd like to say I told him it was going to hurt him worse than me, but the truth is, I enjoyed it. And it hurt like hell, I'm sure. I put my poor dear stepchild over my knee, and I gave that plump, round ass a good spank. He flinched at that, and let out a little whimper, and I hadn't even hit him that hard.

And another. And another. I could hear Kurt stifling his cries, he's pretty much, what the kids call EMO, so I'm expecting him to start crying, but he doesn't. He just wiggles his perfect little shapely butt, and settles in. So, I give him a really good smack, and he yells, and I'm looking at those reddened cheeks on display, and then I start with the belt. I give him a few decent smacks with my doubled-up belt, same as my daddy did to me, and I'm admiring the welts that are appearing; angry red streaks upon a field of pearly white flesh. Then, as I run my hand over his smooth round ass, admiring my handy work, I realize I'm getting hard. Worse yet? I think Kurt is realizing it too.

As I said, I consider myself to be a decent man, I try to be patient, kind and understanding. I've always tried to take care of Kurt and her, er, his mom and be respectful of Kurt's wishes. I took Kurt shopping for clothes and picked him up when he was in uncomfortable situations, and even on a few fishing trips. But I must tell you, seeing him there, on my lap, that ass there in its full red splotched glory, that something woke in me. A tiny, burning need, that I quickly tried to extinguish.

Frankly, it just made me angrier. And I think Kurt sensed this, because now he decided to struggle. It was useless, but I appreciated his efforts. He tried rolling off my lap, and I reached out to grab him and caught hold of one of his breasts. One of Kurt's most amazing assets, his pillowy, womanly boobs. I'm sure some of you have seen them, and I'm sure he's quite proud of them, and why wouldn't he be? They're magnificent, all milky with those perky pink, round nipples. He sure didn't get those from his mom.

I grabbed Kurt by the hair, and stumbling, led him across the room to my desk, where I produced a pair of scissors and cut his shirt off him. He looked really scared now, like I was going to stab him or something. It probably didn't help that I was laughing at him as the sliced remnants of his shirt fell to the floor and around his pants, now bunched around his ankles. And I'll let you in on a little secret. He had on the cutest little pair of panties. I would still give him a pair once or twice a year on his birthday or Christmas, and he would roll his eyes when he saw them, and here he was wearing them. It almost made me feel bad for what I was going to do next.

And there it was, my son, held in place in front of me by my grip on his shoulder length hair, his perfect little lips quivering and his beautiful eyes welling up in tears. His chest was heaving as he breathed in gasps, and as I watched those full, perfect breasts rising and falling, I couldn't help myself. I reached out a hand to grab one, in all his naked glory, and let me tell you, it was every bit as amazing as you'd expect. Firm and not saggy, with a good weight to them, I had never held such breasts as these in my hand, and I probably never will again.

I was probably rougher than I wanted to be, but it was so easy to get carried away, which is why I found myself leaning over Kurt's chest, his back arched as I pulled his head away from me, and my mouth found itself sucking those now hardened nipples, as if I was going to get whisky from them. My tongue danced over them, and he winced and whimpered a little as my teeth bit gently down. I got so carried away I had to catch Kurt from falling backwards, and gently lay him on the couch.

I'd like to say I don't know what came over me, that I had too much to drink or wasn't in my right mind, but I have no excuse. My pants went down in a flash, and my cock sprang out from over the waistband of my boxers, as I straddled Kurt's stomach, and started sliding my prick between his breasts. He couldn't really struggle too much with me on him, and my hands held him down as they also pushed his milky white tits together, still wet and sloppy with my spit. I started to stroke between his cleavage, in what was a long and soft sleeve that felt heavenly on my meat.

I think he was more surprised than anything, his tears had stopped, and he stared at me, mouth agape, in wonderment. That mouth, forming that "O" shape. I leaned forward, the tip of my cock tapping the bottom of his chin. Hoping he'd lower his head and greet it with his tongue. I'd have risen and face fucked him, hands grasping the sides of his head as my hips would piston my cock in and out of his mouth, spittle pouring out the sides as he gagged and choked on it, and I'd grunt as...

But he didn't do that. So, I fucked his breasts for another minute, as another idea came into my head. I pulled back, released his breasts (reluctantly) and stood up, much to Kurt's short-lived relief. I think maybe he thought I was done, that maybe I wouldn't cum all over my stepson, and maybe he was partly right. I stood over him, idly stroking my swollen cock, and then I leaned over and pulled his legs apart, saying I wanted to get a look at his little boy dick. My head moved in, and I fingered his vulva, pulling the lips apart. I slid my finger up his slit to his clit, and with my thumb and forefinger popped it out so it was naked and exposed.

I brought my face up to it to see it more closely, literally watching it swell at my touch before my eyes. I wondered if he'd ever had his dick sucked, and before I even thought about it, my mouth was over his boy pussy, and my lips were wrapping around his dick, as I sucked it into my mouth. Kurt grabbed at my hair trying to push me away, but it didn't matter. I was clamped on and not going anywhere. My tongue was merciless with it, and my teeth occasionally joined in the onslaught. Punching and swirling I probed and poked and teased that clit until it was swollen and engorged, my fully erect Kurt, as I forced him to endure head by the mouth of his stepfather.

I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't care if you've got girl parts or boy parts, if you use your tongue to write the alphabet, or erotic literature, on a clit or prick, you are in control. Kurt had laid back, I could see his hands pinching his nipples as I looked at his face, his eyes closed. From the smell and the wetness, I knew he was going to cum. My mouth was coated in his fragrant juices, as his hips started to rise to meet my mouth, and I could hear him choking back moans that he could no longer suppress as his body shuddered under me, and he cried out, yelling, fuck, fuck, fuck, and then moaning for a while as I continued to suck and tongue his sweet little clit.

I was pretty engorged now myself, and overcome with a heat in my loins, and when Kurt yelled out Fuck me (it might have just been fuck, but whatever), I couldn't stop myself and instantly positioned myself over him. My now raging hard on slid between his pretty pussy lips, and we both gasped as the thick head penetrated his now saturated cunny, and I smoothly buried every inch up to the hilt in my stepson's tight hole. And there I was when I imagined Kurt pregnant.

It was a fleeting thought, easily flushed from my mind in the heat of passion, and my straining desire, to, well, breed him. But that's what I did, I bred him. I pulled his legs up to my chest and started fucking that pussy as deeply as I could. I didn't jackhammer away at him like I might have when I was younger, I steadily and relentlessly, almost thoughtfully bred him. From tip to base my cock cleanly and steadily disappeared and reappeared. With a free hand I could rub his little boy dick, and soon Kurt was wantonly moving his arms, his eyes unfocused and dreamy, as I felt him shudder under me again as he let out a series of fucks...

I was starting to feel it too, as I quickened my pace and tried to fuck him ever deeper as his tight cunt gripped me as if to milk me of my seed, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

After he finished cumming, Kurt vaguely focused on me and uttered one word: Daddy. He has never called me that. He's always called me by my first name. Here I was getting ready to cum in my stepson's fertile womb, and now he calls me Daddy?

I lost it. I could feel my balls tightening, looking at my sons glazed look, as he pulled me closer, and I started pounding him as fast as I could for longer than I thought, still idly fingering his little boy cock. That familiar feeling welled up in me and I could feel my semen building for the assault. With a final, violent thrust, I rammed my cock against his cervix and felt the first burst of cum shoot from my head and splash inside him. And another mighty spasm had me sending more cum into my stepson's greedy pussy. I felt my dick pulsing and my balls draining as wave after wave of warm, seed-rich cum pumped into his waiting womb, and he clung to me tightly as he shuddered again, murmuring over and over: cum in me daddy.

Afterwards, spent, I collapsed on him, and absent mindedly started fingering one of his breasts. We lay there for a time and then I arose to get dressed, and he did the same. None of my cum had leaked out of him, and I wondered if I'll become a real father to his baby. The rest of his punishment is not being allowed to use his SexFriends page, but we know he won't be able to resist, and when he does, I'll have to punish him again. I can't wait.