CHAPTER 9
Hewas faster than her for sure, but he couldn’t count on his speed with this damn erection that refused to leave.
Before Matt could make a decisive decision, Amy stepped back inside to see the pathetic sight of Matt defeated, with his chin low and hands cupped over his crotch. She stared, shaking her head silently for a moment, then just when Matt was going to announce him leaving, Amy pointed back to the living room. “Go,” was all she said.
Matt had the briefest hesitation, but the sternness of his stepmother’s expression made him retreat further into the house. Sitting in the same seat where he was before, Matt stretched his t-shirt out and pulled it below his crotch. Amy entered the room and sat on edge at the adjacent lazy boy.
Her mascara was darkened and ran along the edges of her eyes. She dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a corner of her shirt.
“Did she talk you into this?” Amy finally asked. Her voice was low and calm. Matt weighed his options. As much as he’d spent the past months beating his chest about being a man, right now he felt like a child who just was caught breaking his mother’s vase. His instinct was to lie. To put the blame elsewhere.
It didn’t matter where, as long as it lessened the punishment on himself. But another part of him, his mature self, he supposed, spoke louder inside of him. It said to be honest and to do what he could to protect Stephanie. After all, he truly was the one who started all of this.
“No,” Matt admitted. “I did. I started it all. It was all me.” This seemed to catch her by surprise. She shook her head, half laughing to herself. It was about the same time as she pulled an open bottle of wine from her purse. Matt realized she was slurring her words and her eyes had an inebriated droop to them when she blinked.
“Jesus Christ- this family…” Amy laughed as she drank from the bottle. There was a loud buzzing from his pocket and instinctively Matt pulled his phone out. “Is that her?!” Amy yelled, standing up. There was a brief
shoving that occurred as she tried to take the phone from him, and he attempted to guard it. But when the commotion caused his shirt to raise and expose his erection, he relented and let Amy get ahold of his phone so he could re-cover his shaft.
Amy stood in a daze, slightly stepping backwards as she stared at his crotch. Taking another drink, she sat back down and went back to shaking her head. She looked at his phone and laughed to herself before tossing it on her purse beside her. “How long have you two been-”
“Not long,” he answered.
“Weeks?”
Matt only nodded in response.
“Has she- have you came inside her?” Amy asked.
The vulgarity and directness of the question took Matt by surprise. He stuttered, not knowing what to say.
“Don’t lie to me, Matt,” she warned. Matt finally nodded a defeated nod.
“Jesus Christ…” she said again. Then seemed to realize Matt was her stepson and back tracked some. “Look, this was just a lot to process and it- a lot happened tonight. It’s not you- I like you a lot. You’re a good kid, but your dad…”
Amy struggled for a long moment with the proper words to use. “I don’t want your dad any more involved in my family than he already is. He was a fucking nightmare of a mistake.”
“I get it,” Matt admitted. “He’s a prick.”
“Yes, he is,” Amy sighed with a bolt of laughter that caught Matt by surprise. He felt the head of his cock twitch as it refused to back down beneath his shirt. Amy took another large gulp of wine from the bottle she had in hand.
“It feels so good to hear someone else say it. It’s like confirmation that I’m not crazy.”
“No, no, he’s a bastard. I’m definitely on your side,” Matt correctly guessed that this was something she wanted to hear. He was, in fact, ‘on her side’ but most importantly of all, she wanted to keep her happy at this moment so he wouldn’t get in any more trouble.
Amy sighed, rubbing her temples.
Matt could almost hear her internal monologue of conflict arguments. “You’re nothing like your father…” she finally said, then perked up to clarify, “and that’s a good thing.” His step mother gave him another look of approval. This one lingered inordinately long. The alcohol behind her eyes was obvious as her rosy pink cheeks turned to him slightly. “You never had any date after coming here, did you? You were all dressed up for my daughter.”
The way she asked this question was not accusatory. Her voice was soft and interested with the slightest of smirks on the corner of her lips. Like maybe she thought it was cute or attractive. “Yeah…” Matt whispered.
“I didn’t have a date either,” Amy admitted proudly as she leaned back in the chair. She slouched so much in the chair that her long V of her blouse bunched and pulled to the side nearly almost allowing one of her breasts to be exposed. Matt tried not to stare, but he could tell the only thing keeping her shirt in place was just the nub of her hard nipple that was just barely covered. “I know, I know, I felt bad lying to Stephanie, but it looks like she was lying about more than I was.” Amy shrugged playfully.
“If you weren’t going out on dates where were you going every Saturday night? You were gone all night, usually,” Matt asked.
His step mom answered with a seductive and mischievous smile that she pressed into her shoulder as she shrugged. “I go out to the club with some girlfriends.”
“All night?”
“No, not all night… there’s always a guy out there that at least looks worth my time,” Amy half laughed. “What? Didn’t know your step mom was a slut?” Amy asked, taking another large drink. “I’m single… attractive…”
“Yeah,” Matt agreed, more eager than he intended. Amy smiled at him and stood up. Taking one last swig, she handed the bottle to Matt as she sat in the love seat beside him. Right where Stephanie once sat. Matt gave her a look as if asking permission to drink and she gave the bottle a nod and sat back, smiling. Matt took a long gulp. So big, in fact, a small dribble came out the corner of his mouth.
Amy giggled, wiping the drip of wine from his cheek with her thumb and then hummed a moaning sound as she sucked it clean from her fingertip. The same sound her daughter made when she sucked my finger.
She eyed his hand that remained on his shirt, keeping it stretched over his crotch. “Look, I’m not pissed that you two were fucking- err sorry,” Amy covered her pink lips that slurred almost every word and giggled. “Having sex. Well, I’m a little mad. But it’s not like you two grew up together. You’re just two teenagers left alone for too long, I guess… anyways, I- what I don’t like or want err what I’m upset about is you cumming inside her.”
Matt didn’t mean to roll his eyes when he did. He knew it would come off as a teenager ignoring the words of their parent. In reality, he rolled his eyes because of how uncomfortable it was to hear his stepmom say ‘cum’ to him when he still sat there with his erection sticking out. He thought to try to push it back in his pants, but if nothing else, it had grown since sitting down and he didn’t want to draw any extra attention to it.
“I know I know,” Amy waved her hand at him. Her fingertips brushing and lingering on his arm. “You probably have had tons of adults preach to you about safe sex. And it might not seem like a big deal now but… Stephanie is 19, she’s in college, she’s got a lot going for her. I don’t want her getting pregnant and I especially don’t want her getting permanently stuck to your father. I know it sounds bad but-”
“I get it…” Matt said, his pouting eyes low in his lap. Matt will constantly be judged based on his father. Caught in the middle of the few good qualities and all the bad. Not successful in business and not someone to consort with because he’s an asshole.
“No, don’t be like that,” Amy consoled him by caressing his shoulder, her butt scooting closer to him. “I like you a lot. I mean if you were… and it’s not just me. Can you imagine if your dad found out about this? How pissed he’d be?”
Matt was nodding to himself. He hadn’t put much thought into his father finding out. He was never home long enough to even know where Matt was, let alone what he was doing. Perhaps Matt hadn’t thought this through as much as he should have.
He didn’t want to be rude and pull away from Amy, but the tender way her hand cupped to his triceps and slid up and down didn’t help his throbbing erection. At least not in a way to make it go away. After a protracted silence, Matt heard a snicker leave Amy’s lips. Like she had just had a light bulb of a thought ignite in her head. When her eyes did finally return to him, they had a devious twist to them. Her hand cupped to his arm and pressed harder as it slid around his neck like she was massaging his upper back.
Matt remained frozen. His eyes were wide on his lap as his drunk stepmother slid her other hand across his chest, he instinctively tensed, flexing his chest as her hands met on the other side of his neck. Carefully, like a precise strike, she lined her lips up and kissed Matt’s neck just below his ear. This kiss was wet and soft, and her breath was warm enough to send tingles down his spine. Amy’s lips worked wonders on his neck. Licking and sucking, her teeth nibbling on his earlobe until she snaked her head in front of his. “Wha-what are you doing?” Matt blurted out.