The Sneaky Stepson

Foreword – This story though of a familiar genre was inspired by a letter to Dear Abby that contained the line “My husband’s son – I’ll call him Duncan – came to visit” The Sneaky Stepson By rutger5 (An original story- copyright 2012) “Don’t misunderstand me honey, I’m not dismissing your concerns but I believe you’re overreacting a little is all…” “Overreacting? I don’t think so Paul. If it was the shoe on the other foot you wouldn’t feel the same I’m sure” Tara Ferguson replied to her husband. “I’m not saying Duncan is a bad kid but this isn’t the first time something’s happened either. Remember last year when we were all on vacation?” “Now hold on a minute Tara, that was totally different. He apologized at the time and truthfully it was understandable under the circumstances. You have no idea what it’s like when you’re a teenaged boy and your hormones are running wild. At that age I only thought about sex, girls, eating, sports and sex and a lot more about sex and girls” he said fondly reminiscing with a chuckle. “Okay, okay fine. Even I said at the time it was partially my fault for not being more careful. I’m not used to someone else being around and I was a little careless when changing. But this isn’t the same Paul. I know Duncan’s your son and I want him to feel that this is his home too, even though he’s not here often. But sneaking into our bedroom when no one’s here and going through my things isn’t acceptable.” “Point taken Tara, I’ve spoken to him and he promised he won’t come in our room again. Duncan told me he wasn’t getting a good signal on his iPhone so he wandered the house until he did. There’s no excuse for him poking around here just because he’s hundreds of miles from his friends with not much to do. He’s given me his word Tara and I don’t see him often, what with him living in another state. Do you want me to have him apologize to you in person?” “No that’s not necessary Paul. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable here or think I’m against him. As long as he respects the boundaries we’ve set it should be fine” Tara replied but she wondered and not for the first time why Paul had to make every discussion seem like a negotiation or that he was making a point before a jury. She understood he was a lawyer for Christ’s sake, but she wasn’t an opposing attorney but his wife. ___________________________________________________________ Breathing a sigh of relief Duncan tiptoed away from his father’s bedroom door where he’d been eavesdropping intently. It seemed to him that things had worked out as well as could be hoped for. Not only had his father defended him but for the most part Tara had agreed. He had to be more careful in the future he realized but not only had he gotten away with snooping through her lingerie drawer but they had no idea what he’d really been up to. The thought of that made him smile and he also felt his groin swell with desire. Duncan slipped into the bathroom and locked it behind him. The first thing he did was pull up an app on his phone and check on the status of his wireless hidden camera. Suddenly he was viewing a real time, crystal clear picture of his father’s room. They were still talking, but since the camera had no audio component there wasn’t any way to know what they were saying. But he now had access to a bird’s eye view of the room anytime he wanted. Smiling to himself Duncan hit some buttons and the screen changed to a picture of Tara in a short black negligee. He’d found a disk in the desk of his father’s home office labeled Tara and when he opened it he’d been pleasantly surprised to see a number of pictures of her. They must have been from a few years ago as she had a different hairstyle at the time, shorter than she now wore it, and in most of the photos she’d been fully dressed. But there were a few of her in the sheer black nightie and some of her in a blue bikini as well. Those he had put in an e-mail and sent to himself before returning the disk to where he found it. Duncan now pushed his pants down allowing his rock hard erection to spring free and up. He ran her pictures as a slideshow as he took himself in hand and started to stroke his erection. With Tara’s images to inspire him it wasn’t long before Duncan’s hard young cock was cumming, sending the thick white fluid shooting into the sink basin. With a last stroke to force the last drop from his head Duncan then pulled his pants up and after putting the phone down turned the water on. He washed his hands while the water also carried away the evidence of his onanism. They had a pleasant enough dinner that evening and everyone did their best to put on a happy face and nothing was mentioned about Duncan’s indiscretion. After dinner Paul went into his office so he could put the finishing touches on his preparation for the next day’s case. Tara watched some vapid movie on cable and as she did she again wondered if she’d done the right thing in agreeing to move to the suburbs. Some of her friends had warned her that it could get mighty dull ‘out there’ for a city girl but Paul wanted a house with some property and there were a couple of country clubs with championship quality golf courses nearby. So she went along with him and there were many times she’d regretted it since. When she wasn’t an ‘office widow’ due to the long hours he worked and the lengthy commute she’d also found herself a ‘golf widow’ on the weekends. That was why she’d gotten herself a job at a local law office even though it was only three days a week. It helped her from becoming too bored as well as allowing her to make use of her own skills. Tara was a paralegal, in fact that was how she’d met Paul. Her employer at the time had opposed Paul in a case and even before it had concluded he’d set his sights on the pretty young woman almost twenty years his junior. She of course had been flattered, especially as he had just been made a partner in his firm, one of the oldest and most prestigious in Manhattan. They had a whirlwind courtship and within a year she had become Mrs. Paul Ferguson. He’d insisted on her quitting her job and she had acquiesced but after moving to the suburbs she’d become bored. Since he wanted no more children at this stage of his life and the social set in their tony town almost exclusively revolved around stay at home mothers and their broods she didn’t quite fit in. Plus being younger and more attractive than most of them certainly didn’t endear her to many, so she found it to be a lonely existence. She was at the point where she was climbing her well decorated walls when she saw an ad in the local paper looking for someone with legal office skills. Tara applied and easily got the job. It gave her something to do and she’d become friendly with some of the women there including her boss who was a woman. But it didn’t help at night when there was nothing to do. Duncan was in the living room but as usual his face was buried in his smartphone. She wondered if the kids of today would soon be able to have a real conversation or would they wind up communicating solely through text and instant messages. When the movie came to its utterly predictable conclusion Tara turned off the TV and stood. Saying good night to Duncan, who pulled his head up just long enough to mumble a reply she headed to the second floor. Not really feeling sleepy Tara decided to take a nice hot bath. She slipped out of her clothes before pulling on a luxurious robe and going to the master bath where she turned the water on to the whirlpool tub. Little did she realize that Duncan had observed her disrobing due to his hidden camera which was located in the HVAC ductwork to her room. Even though he had intended on being more careful after being caught the sight of her nude body had sent his hormones into a frenzy. After first checking to make sure his father was still ensconced in his office Duncan crept upstairs and quietly approached the master bedroom. Dropping to his knees he crawled into the room where he observed the open door to the bath but he didn’t press his luck by trying to peer inside. Instead he worked his way to the laundry hamper which he opened. It took but a few seconds to pluck her recently worn black silk panties from the interior. Duncan brought them to his face and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his stepmother. Slipping them in his pocket he snuck from the room and not a minute too soon for at that moment he heard his father downstairs coming toward the stairs. He was safely in his own room before his father reached the second floor and headed to his bedroom. The next morning both Paul and Tara had headed to work leaving the house to Duncan. He had lazed by the pool for a while until the heat of midday had driven him inside. Using both Tara’s pictures and her dirty panties, which he wrapped around his fat cock, he came twice thinking about what he’d like to do to her. Each time he spewed his seed it was onto her worn panties. Later that afternoon he received a text from his father stating that he would be home late that evening because the other side in the case was hoping to hammer out a settlement. When Tara arrived shortly before six thirty she was a little upset on hearing the news. She checked her own phone and saw that Paul had left a similar message for her. When she asked Duncan if he minded having a pizza for dinner he readily agreed. Feeling a little down she opened a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Tara allowed Duncan one glass but she actually drank the rest of the bottle herself which was unusual for her. Two glasses was usually her limit but she wanted a pick me up that night. After dinner the two of them stayed in the living room but as usual he paid most of his attention to his device as she read a book. On a few occasions she looked up to see him staring at her but he would quickly turn his attention back to his phone. By the time Paul came home she was in bed though still awake with just a bedside lamp on. When he got into bed after visiting the bathroom Tara snuggled up against him. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her and to his surprise she returned his kiss hard. Wine always made her a little hornier than usual and it had been some time since they’d been intimate. As they kissed her hand worked inside the fly of his pajamas and took hold of his soft cock. “Honey its late and I’m beat, plus Duncan is still awake” he whispered to his wife. “Stop being a killjoy Paul” she slurred in reply as she threw the covers off revealing that she was wearing just a short red baby doll. Paul groaned with desire as he saw how she was dressed and in a moment she was kneeling on the bed between his legs. She had now worked his hardening erection from his fly and after first catching his eye Tara ran her tongue the length of him beginning at the base.