One I knocked out in response to an email request. It was fun to write. While it isn't incest per se, there's the taboo element to it, which is why it is where it is on Lit.
In this one Timmy suspects his step-mother is up to no good. He stays at home one day and catches her at it.
Then it goes on from there.
I tried a different approach to this one. I used present tense and (I hope) an American style. Anyway, feedback is appreciated.
I hope you enjoy the following. Thank you for reading.
GA – Da Nang, Vietnam – 20th of April 2016.
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He's certain there's something going on. Timmy suspects an affair, which he thinks she capable of – that body, those looks? Oh yeah, Veronica wouldn't be short of an offer or two. He can't put any logical answer to why he's so sure she capable of fucking around, it's just a sense, a vague impression, an instinctive thing.
He sees it in her eyes and the expression she wears in unguarded moments. Timmy gets it from the way she dresses – slinky and sexy – and the way she moves, which is lithe and liquid, hips swaying with that hypnotic grace and swing that gets a guy gulping up from his balls.
It's in her voice and her laugh and the way she has of looking at you while she's talking. Veronica sails close to the wind with innuendo and double entendre. He's heard her on the phone and seen her face-to-face with clerks in stores; he's listened to her flirting until his face burns with a mix of embarrassed chagrin and unsettling arousal.
So, he's got an idea she's giving it up behind his father's back. Which the old man kind of deserves, in Timmy's opinion. If he's stupid enough to hitch up with a hot trophy wife, and then leave her for days on end while he jets around drumming up business he doesn't really need – how much money can one person use in a lifetime anyway?
...Well, isn't it sort of asking your wife to get bored and frustrated and look elsewhere?
Which is why Timmy is at the upstairs window overlooking the pool. He's enjoying the view, Veronica in her little two-piece, that body laid out on the lounger, the shape of her stirring him on a visceral level.
Even if there's nothing going on, Timmy doesn't care; he's having a good time watching her move around occasionally. Veronica sits up every now and then, adjusting the cups of her bikini top so they lie over her breasts in a way which seems to please her, sometimes rolling onto her front, her rounded buttocks stirring Timmy's insides, his cock like a steel bar, the sight compelling him to fish out his dick and maybe give it a crank.
It's a little sordid and dirty, spying on his step-mother this way. But the clandestine element of his stake-out only enhances his sense of the illicit. It's an exciting taboo, jerking his cock while thinking about Veronica slutting around.
He's just getting started when he sees her suddenly lever up onto her elbows and forearms. Veronica leans over the side of the lounger, a hand feeling around under the bed.
Timmy's throat works when he sees her lift the cell to her ear. It's a brief conversation. His step-mom ends the call after less than half-a-minute of chat. He watches her end the call, discard the phone and rise up onto her feet, the sweep of her figure such a sweet sight he lets out a groan and jacks and his meat.
Veronica makes a couple adjustments to her bikini, then pads away from the pool, barefoot and sexy in Timmy's considered opinion.
He mutters a curse when she hip-sways out of his sight, her line taking her into the kitchen at the back of the house.
Timmy is just wondering what he can do when he hears the loud chime of the doorbell out front.
He joins the dots between the phone call and someone arriving at the front door, excitement a surge down at his hard-on and balls when it occurs to him she might just have the guts to take a lover into the house.
Timmy mutters, "Oh Jesus, oh shit," caught by indecision about what to do for the best.
In the end he opts to wait it out for a few minutes, then sneak around the house until he can ascertain exactly who the visitor is. After all, he surmises, it might be one of her girlfriends – but, on the other hand...
Timmy checks his own cell to find out the time, determined not to go off half-cocked and mess it all up. He reasons that if the bitch is up to no good, she'll need a little time to get the visitor settled.
"Keep cool," he breathes to himself, glancing down at the phone one more time. "Stay loose, be calm..."
It feels like he's waited forever, but, eventually, the five minutes are up.
Timmy moves to the door and peers out into the hallway beyond. He sees the coast is clear and then tip-toes to the head of the stairs, taking care as he passes her bedroom.
Voices and laughter come up from the ground floor. Timmy hears a deep bass boom – a man for certain. Not one of her girlfriends.
"Oh shit, Veronica," he says on a sigh. "What are you doing?"
A moment later he takes the first tentative step of descent down the stairs.
*
He gets to the foot of the stairs, heart bouncing around in the cage of his ribs, anxiety mixed in with a sweet rush of anticipation when he hears their voices coming out of the lounge.
There's a moment of panic when Timmy hears Veronica say, "I'll just get us some drinks. What'll you have?"
He manages to duck into his father's home-office before he gets busted, laughter from the man reaching Timmy as he hides behind the door.
Timmy cowers there for a minute or two, the man following Veronica into the kitchen.
He gulps down the fear, too curious about what's going on to allow the fear of being caught to stop him. Timmy takes a quick look around the edge of the door and then ducks back in, clenching his fists to steel his resolve, sucking in a deep breath before finally stepping out into the hall.
Their voices are indistinct when he first makes his exit, their words becoming clear as he approaches the door to the kitchen.
Excitement is hot rush when he hears Veronica's chuckle, the sound dark and rich and very indicative she enjoys what the man's doing.
"You're keen," she says, her snicker of delight following shortly thereafter.
"With that body," the man says, "I'm gonna be keen. Shit, Veronica," he adds with a low whistle. "I gotta have some of those titties."
There's a slap and a yelp and then Veronica giggles.
"And that fine ass," says the man, another slap following up.
Timmy hears her gasping, "Don't bruise me. He's back in a couple of days. Don't mark my ass."
