Well, Terry finally became my stepmom for real.   I got my jollies by making
sure she was without undergarments throughout the wedding.  I stayed with my
aunt and uncle during the honeymoon and got pretty darn frustrated going
without.  Now, my Uncle Ralph and Aunt Mary were nice enough and I got along
with my older cousins Ginny and Sue, but I was without my magazines and video
for nearly two weeks.  It was becoming a real test of my will . . .

Ginny noticed me staring at her breasts and legs at dinner.  I knew it was a
pivotal time because she smiled at her food and then looked up at me from the
corner of her eye.  After that dinner, she started to wear provocative clothing,
at least when her dad wasn't around.  When I'd be watching TV, she'd come in
wearing one of her dad's dress shirts, obviously no bra, and I couldn't be
certain about any panties.  She would sit next to me on the couch with one leg
down and the other up with her heel tucked in toward her pubic mound.  I could
tell she was interested in the churning under my fly.  Other times, she'd come
up to me and ask me to undue her necklace while holding a towel around her body
with one hand and her hair up in back with the other.

Sue caught on after a time and tried to do similar things to get my attention,
but she wasn't as adept at it as her older sister, Ginny, was.  Like, she would
find an excuse to twirl her skirt up around me, lean forward with her blouse
loosened to give me a view into it, or walk in on me in a short shirt and
panties acting surprised and embarrassed.

These cousins of mine were driving me crazy.  Their faces said we were related
like brother and sisters, but their bodies said "take me, ravage me, do what you
will with me . . ."  It was all very confusing.  There was nowhere to turn in
the house after I walked down a long hall and Aunt Mary was standing in her room
framed by the doorway as I was approaching.  She was fixing her hair while
looking in a mirror.  She was dressed in only her bra and panties. 

Now you're probably thinking, "what's the big deal?  It's nothing more than
seeing her in a bikini."  Right?  Well, for me, at my age then, it was more than
memorable.  She saw me walking toward her and just started to interact with me,
not bothering to cover up, shut the door, or anything.  She had a shapely
woman's body, which if you didn't look at her face, could be any age from her
twenties into her forties like she was.  She asked what I was up to.  I didn't
dare tell her I needed to find a private space to make love to my hand.  "I'm
just on my way out back to kick the ball around."  I said standing in her
doorway roaming my eyes up and down her feminine form as unobtrusively as
possible.

"Have you seen the girls?"  She asked. 

"More than I dare admit."  I thought.  "I think they're upstairs."  I said.

"Well, have fun."  She said.  - I will if I can find a secret clump of bushes -

"Sure will."  I said turning the corner at the end of the hall by her door to
head out back.

Whew.  I don't know how Uncle Ralph did it in that house day in and day out.  I
was really beginning to miss my old stepmommy dearest.

Well, I was finally reunited with Dad and Terry.  They were all lovey dovey, and
I was hornier than a toad.  Terry acted aloof, even smug, around me.  "Go have
your fun."  I thought, "I'll go visit with my tape."  I went to my stash.  "The
tape!  It's gone!  That BITCH!"  I screamed in my head.  I had to think.  "Maybe
I put it somewhere else.  Did I leave it in the camera? . . . No not here.  Is
it in their room?"  I looked and looked.  Nothing.  "The trash!"  No not there.
"That Bitch!  Messing with my stuff again!"

They came back from a ride to town.  I was fuming.  Terry merely smiled at my
discomfort. -  That Bitch  -  I didn't get a clear shot at her alone to get to
the bottom of the situation for the rest of the day. Dad and she were
inseparable.  The next day Terry was gone before I got up.  I was so angry I
could burst, so I decided to cool off in the hot tub out back.  No one was
around, so I did it in the raw.  I must have dozed off for a few, because when I
couldn't take the heat any more, I got out and dunked in the above ground pool,
off of the deck.  Boy, was that water cold.  I looked for my towel and clothes.
"Where the fuck are my things?"  I thought.  "Did I forget to bring them out
with me?"  I headed for the sliding doors, only to find Terry and three of her
lady friends standing there watching me.  "Shit, that Bitch."  Here I was all
shriveled up, dripping wet, and with no exit from the backyard except through
the door they were standing at or all of the way around to the front in my
birthday suit.  My only cover was the hot tub again or the pool.  I tried the
door quickly first as they watched.  It was locked.  The Bitch laughed.  I
scrambled to get back to the hot tub.  I knew I couldn't stay in there forever.
I stayed in until I couldn't take it any longer, and rolled out across the deck
into the pool.  With the backyard reflected in the sliding glass doors, I
couldn't see if anybody was standing at the door or not, but I needed to get
dry, so I ran up to the door again, and found it was open now.   I had to parade
mortified past the smiling ladies sitting at the table talking, to get back to
the sanctuary of my room.

I was hotter with rage at that point than when I originally decided to cool off
in the tub.  I stayed in my room for hours.  I was too embarrassed to go out.
The old magazines I had did me no good.  I was too angry to get off with them.
I needed some fresh images too.  Bitch Terry was now locked into the family and
feeling like she could rule my life again.  "No way.  Not me.  Not while I have
an once of breath left." 

When I thought the others would be gone, I went downstairs.  I stormed through
the living room, dining room, and found Terry in the kitchen.  "What the fuck do
you think you're doing?"  I screamed.

"Whatever do you mean?  And, don't talk to me that way again.  I'm your mother
now."  She said calmly.

"You're not my mother!  You're the slut who fooled my father into marrying her.
If you don't want me to tell my father what you are really like, you'd better
give me back that tape right now, and leave me the fuck alone in the future."  I
said still nearly screaming.

"What tape?"  She said acting innocently unaware.

"You know goddamn well what tape.  Where the hell is it?"  I said, ready to bust
a gasket.

"My, my.  What language from such a young boy."  She said mockingly.

"I'm not a young boy.  I've had my cock in your mouth for Christ's sake.  Now
where is that tape."  I said frantically, ticked off at her stalling.

I followed her into the living room.  "You mean this tape?"  She said, as she
pulled a tape from behind the TV and put it in the camera.  She turned the TV
and camera on and started the tape.  It started momentarily with her, so I knew
it was the right tape, but quickly showed me prancing around the backyard in my
all together.  She had taped me over the tape of her.

"Give me that."  I said struggling for it.  She put up a token fight, but it
would have gotten bloody if she didn't give in.  I was that angry.  Then she
left me to wallow in my defeat walking with a spring to her step and a smile of
satisfaction on her face.  It took me a few minutes to recompose myself.  Then I
figured I'd better get up to my room and save my magazines from her clutches.
"Good."  I thought relieved, "she hasn't gotten to these yet.  I'd better find a
better place to stash the first string set of my best ones and leave the second
and third string here as a sacrifice, if she goes for them."

It was a miserable month in the house.  My dad was as happy as could be.  I
tried to tell him about Terry, but he brushed it off as an indiscretion that
happened before they were married.  In fact she had told him about it to
inoculate him from my disclosure.  She moved around the place like she owned
everything.  I stayed as far away from her as possible.  I didn't want to have
anything to do with her, except to watch and wait for her nature to get the
better of her again, so I could make another move. 

She played up to my dad, when he was home, as if the honeymoon was still
happening.  She had her lady friends over during the days that she didn't go out
to their places and they all used the house as if they owned the place.  Once
she tried to get me to serve everyone, threatening that she would take out a
copy of the tape she made of me if I didn't.  I thought about complying, but
refused and called her bluff.  One small win for me.

The only good part about that time was that sexy, self centered, exhibitionist,
birds of a feather flock together.  So even though Terry's friends were old
broads, over twice my age in their early thirties, they were hot to look at.
The best part of my house was that my room overlooked the back deck, and those
birds spent a lot of time tanning with Terry.  My monitoring Terry by spying,
had its perks, especially the day they all decided to lose their tan-lines on
top.  Oh baby, it was worth getting the camera and tapping over me being in the
raw.  The vantage point wasn't the best since they were facing away from me, but
there were a couple of good breast angles to record.  That day felt like another
small victory.

It wasn't until there was a family confrontation about how Terry couldn't get me
to do anything around the house, that things started really looking up.  Dad's
position was to leave me alone for the summer and he'd put me to work the
following year.  Terry's position was that if I couldn't be made to work around
the place that she should be able to hire someone to do it.  BING-go.  You can
imagine who she hired, this tall dark muscular guy named Juan.  Where she found
him, I don't know, but it turned on the exhibitionist in her whenever he was
around.  I knew then, that it was only a matter of time.

Nothing would ever happen if she knew I was around, so I set up elaborate rouses
of spending the day at somebody's house, and had people call for me at my house
to confirm that Terry thought I was out.  It meant leaving the house and
sneaking back in through a basement window.  My friend Shauna came with me one
time.  She liked the idea of being in on a sting operation involving Terry.  She
became a regular spying partner when she saw Juan for the first time.  I think
she actually began secretly cheering for Terry to get it on with him for the
vicarious enjoyment of it.  She wanted to be in charge of a parabolic microphone
we borrowed from another friend, Eli.  It was a plastic toy, but it actually
seemed to work, and she wanted to hear every exchange between them.  I was in
charge of the filming, if there was to be any, of the incriminating event.

We suffered for days through the verbal foreplay of Terry and Juan.  I got one
lucky shot of Terry from underneath as she passed by taking drinks out to him
showing that she had no panties under her short skirt.  That would show my dad
intent at least.  Then our patience paid off.  It was hot out, really hot.
Terry was taking Juan drinks every fifteen or so minutes.  He wasn't doing much
in the way of work, because he'd kiss her "thank you" and generally delayed her
returning to the house. 

When I saw this kind of contact, I said to Shauna, "Let's move this stakeout to
my room, so I can shoot from above."  We snuck upstairs and got my window opened
okay, because Juan was playing Latin Salsa music on a radio, working his
muscular body in rhythm to it.  I started filming, figuring I could back up and
tape over it if need be, as Terry walk/danced out on the deck with a Popsicle.
I already knew she had no panties on.  It didn't look like she had a bra on
either under that thin tank-top shirt.  Her hips swayed to the music as she
advanced toward Juan.  Her skirt flared right and left tantalizing all of us
with the expectation of what lay just beneath.  Juan stood there with his arms
out to the sides as she stood in front of him toe-to-toe still dancing from her
knees on up. 

Then looking straight into his eyes, she took the Popsicle and shoved it down
the front of his pants causing him to lurch back, gasp, and fish for it
frantically.  She stood laughing into her hands as he got the iced stick out.
He recomposed himself and advanced on her with playful revenge in his eyes.  He
put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her passionately.  Then when she was
melting in his embrace, he snuck the Popsicle down and up between her legs,
trying to stick it into her pussy.  She squealed while she laughed and managed
to get it knocked from his hand, then she pushed him into the pool.  "Help."  He
called back, "I can't swim."  Terry laughed. 

"Stand up, you dipstick.  It's only up to your chest."  I muttered to Shauna.
She fought to conceal her laugh.  But Terry succumbed to his pleading and bent
over to give him her hand.  Mistake? Or planned.  She got pulled into the pool
with him.  Now they were in full arm wrapped passionate kissing.  "God, I hope I
have enough tape for all of this."  I thought.  They splashed and chased a bit
in the pool, then Terry climbed out.  Her top left nothing more to the
imagination and Juan was hotter than ever for her body.  She slowly pealed off
her top as he jumped and tried to catch her ankles to bring her closer to him.
Then she let the skirt fall and covered up with false modesty as he tried again
to reach her, then she scooted like a virginal school girl into the confines of
the hot tub.

Juan leaped out of the pool in one long impressive leap landing onto his feet.
He did a brief striptease taking off his clothes for Terry with his back to us,
much to Shauna's chagrin, and stepped into the tub with her.  From that point,
there was fondling, kissing, snorkeling, and good old fashioned screwing in that
hot tub.  You have no idea how badly I wanted to race down there and confront
them in the act, but the strength and confidence on Juan's part caused me to
stay in hiding with Shauna until he left.  Besides, Shauna had taken my hand and
unconsciously trapped it between her legs at her crotch and was squeezing it
tight while we watched.  And, this time, I was gonna make a copy for Shauna to
have for safekeeping before I sprung my freedom on Terry.

YESSSSSS!!!!  The Kid was back!