A Son’s Vengence: Ch.1 Strike Against the Home-wrecker.

I hate my new stepmother, Lily. If she and my son of a bitch father hadn’t had that affair, my real mother wouldn’t have been drinking, got into that car, and died. Not long after that, they got married. Go figure. She a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a nice hourglass figure, but she’s only a slut after my father for his money and he just wants some sex. Now I’m just a soon to be 15-year old boy stuck with the two of them and her 13-year-old daughter, Lucy, who looks like a mini version of her slut mother.
Well, after about one month after she moved in, I arrived home from school, and I heard some weird sounds coming from their room, so I looked in their room to see what was going on. The moment I looked inside, I saw that slut taking it on her back from Johnny Ryder, a business partner and friend of my father.
“Oh God, Oh God, fuck that pussy.” That whore moans as she takes his dick.
“Yeah, take my big fat cock, you slut. I bet you love getting fucked by a real cock.” I know Johnny and my dad love competing, but not like this.
“Yes, I love being fuck by your big fat cock instead of that tiny dick.”
I’m shocked… and hard by the site of their fornication, but not surprised. Well, at least for Lily’s part. I genuinely thought Johnny was my dad’s friend. I guess you can never truly know a person.
They continue fucking each other for about 5 more minutes, then head down to the kitchen where they have a bite until my dad comes home. We all then have dinner and my dad says he couldn’t ask for a better friend than Johnny. Finally john heads home and we all head to bed.
Then the next day, friday, as I come home from school, I notice Dustin, our next door neighbor, leaving the my home and the slut waving him good bye. Now I have no proof of what happened, but I’m willing to bet my life that he didn’t come over for a cup of tea. That whore.
When I come inside, I ask her what Dustin wanted.
“Oh, Dustin just came over for some cup of tea.” Yeah, right. She’s not fooling me.
“How ’bout Johnny?” I ask her with narrow eyes and a deep tone.
“He just came over to see your father, silly. You know that.”
“Then what were you two doing on bed moaning and panting.”
She stops what she’s doing, looks at me, and says, “So you did see that.”
“Yeah, you doing what you do best, being a slut and a home wrecker.”
“Home-wrecker? It’s the men who make the solemn choice to cheat on their wives. They’re the home-wreckers. I’m just going along for the ride.” She thinks she’s so smart and innocent. I hate that smug face she has on. A matter of fact, I hate her face period. “I bet your still sad about your mommy’s death. I’m not the one who decided on drinking driving.”
Who the hell does she think she is? How dare that bitch say that. She’s the reason she was drinking in the first period. I have to make this bitch pay. So I pounce on her.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH!