CHAPTER 15
Leaning forward, he snaked his right hand inside her shirt and felt her warm tits bouncing beneath her shirt. Pulling her back to him, he squeezed her left breast and pinched the nipple as he squeezed her narrow back against his chest.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck me, yes!” Amy moaned as her hands rubbed his entire body along his sides. She pressed into him, nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck as her hips bounced up and down slowly fucking him. “Ahh fuck. Ahhhmmmm that’s it, fuck mommy right there…” Amy’s voice became high pitched and weak.
Her body became limp and malleable in Matt’s lap as his stepmother leaned forward. Amy’s hands braced on the dash with her head bouncing inches above it. All Matt could hear were her raspy breaths and the sloshy wetness of her pussy as he fucked her. “Oh god, I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m-” The high-pitched scream broke as her body shook and her muscles froze.
“Oh god…” Matt groaned at her moans.
His hands quickly went to her hips, clenching them tightly as he forced her spasming pussy up and down on his shaft.
“Ohmygod ahh!!!” Amy screamed as she leaned back, nearly hitting Matt in the face with the back of her head. Matt felt himself explode inside her. His nose and lips were lost in her heart. All he could smell was the fruity odor of her conditioner as he felt his cock flex inside her over and over.
Her back arched as she twirled her ass in his lap for a moment while silent coos escaped her lips. “Mmmmm that’s enough to keep you honest for the weekend?” She whispered in his ear playfully.
Before he could respond, both of their eyes fell on the expression of the older couple as they walked by the front of Amy’s SUV. The look they gave them was somewhere between shock and horror. Amy quickly stuffed her shirt down so to cover her breasts and Matt pulled his pants up as she switched back to her seat.
“Oh my god,” Amy laughed exiting the car. “You need to get out of here.”
Matt was panicking and just moving. Zipping up pants and jumping out of the car, he looked to make sure the elderly couple was far enough away he could make it to his own car. “Hey,” Amy said before he could flee. She was adjusting her yoga pants that had a small wet mark near the crotch. “Don’t forget to call me when you get back.” She winked.
Matt gave a small smile and nodded and got in his car. He was going to be late getting home. He felt a twist of something painful in his gut. A swirl of guilt and worry permeating through his body. As the peaks of excitement and ecstasy wear off to nothing, Matt drove home in silence. The worry pulled him low in his seat.
Jesus, things are getting so fucked up, Matt thought.
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The world, as Matt knew it, slowly dropped away from view as the hours ticked by. With a heavy metal album blaring in his earbuds, Matt let his forehead rest against the passenger door window and rock back and forth as he was chauffeured to hell. 5 days camping in Wisconsin with his dysfunctional stepfamily and a bastard he called ‘dad.’ Thankfully, it wasn’t his original stepfamily that now comprised Stephanie and Amy, a stepsister and mother he had both slept with separately.
I still haven’t sorted out how I’m going to deal with that.
But this new and current stepfamily was the more familiar dysfunction, at least. Case in point. Matt rolled his head to the front seats where his other stepsister, Erica, rode shotgun and was red faced as she went on minute 37 of arguing with her husband, Jordan. Jordan drove and was what everyone could easily imagine as a successful douche bag. He wore designer clothes and suits, sunglasses, and even slicked his hair back as if he was ready to sell you a used car at any moment.
Jordan looked so much like an asshole that you couldn’t even really blame him for being an asshole. The blame would fall to Erica for still being with this walking shame of fecal matter. If the signs weren’t clear enough, then the fact that he got along so well with Matt’s dad sealed the deal enough for Matt. In some ways, the match with Erica made sense. Erica was a strong willed and loud woman who wasn’t afraid of voicing her opinion. Matt had only met Erica twice, but she seemed to have a sharp sense of humor and tenderness.
Suddenly, Erica’s hand raised and her finger was jabbing into Jordan’s face as she screamed. Well, maybe not tender. Matt looked to his side at the 2- year-old asleep in his car seat. Matt sighed as Jordan screamed back and pushed her hand out of his face.
Oh, how I pity you, little man. I’m almost as sad for the next years of you growing up with these 2 as sad I am for you having to live as Jordan Jr…
They were a young couple. Born out of a night of alcohol and partying that was sealed with pregnancy and a shotgun wedding. Erica wasn’t even 30, yet she was married and had a kid which seemed young to Matt. But what did he know?
There were obvious qualities which were easy to be attracted to.
Erica, most obviously, was a fit woman who had since put on a small amount of baby weight that clearly all went to her bosom. Not many bras fit her and the rest of the time she squeezed her enormous breasts into an old bra and shirt and spilled out of it everywhere she went. She had brown hair that hung just below her shoulders and a spicy personality.
And still, when the 2 were together and especially alone, it seemed they only knew how to argue. Which was fine for Matt. This car was still more pleasant for him to be in right now than the lead car that held his father and current stepmother, Sharon. The constant bickering was more appealing than being locked in a car for 4 hours with his father, who would continue to berate him over life decisions and college choices, while Sharon tiptoed between the 2 of them, trying to keep the peace.
Just the thought of his father made Matt’s face swell with anger. He thumbed the volume louder on his headphones, so the rock music pushed everything else out and his eardrums almost hurt. When he arrived back home, this afternoon his father was waiting for him in the garage. Matt already knew he was in for it. He was 10 minutes late, and he had no excuse since the truth was he was busy having sex with his father’s ex-wife, and something told Matt that admitting the truth wouldn’t make this trip less awkward.
“You see what time it is?” His dad started before Matt even closed the door of his car.
“Yeah, I know, I’m here now though, so,” Matt tried to make in doors to avoid this match, but his dad was insistent. “Erica and her family aren’t even here yet.”
“No, that’s not the point. Stop walking away and come here!” His finger jabbed at the ground by his foot like he was heeling a dog. “This is about your lack of respect for every order I give you. I will give you some time. I expect you to be on time.
I give you a place I expect you to be there. You’re supposed to be your own man now and no matter how much chance I give you it seems you never step up and start making the right decisions.”
“You mean I never make the decisions you want,” Matt squared off with his father. His dad was a stout man but shorter than Matt at 5’6. His forearms were thick and bulky, and his shoulders broad. That mixed with his potbelly and gray, balding hairline gave an odd look to him. But something about his aura was intimidating. He beamed an energy with his glare that despite Matt’s best effort, made his voice not as sure sounding as he’d like.
“You watch your tone, boy,” his father’s eyes flared with rage behind them. He was in a bad mood already. Matt was just a convenient punching bag. “I gave you everything! The roof over your head, clothes on your back, food, that car!”
“I bought that car with money that I earned working!”
“You buy this house, too? How about books for college or college itself? You couldn’t focus enough to get a scholarship to any college with your football nonsense, so no one else is giving you a handout.”
Matt stood silently and fumed. It was a raw point for him. Recruiters for 3 different schools had made the trip to watch him play, one of which was from Tampa university, but none wanted him to play. The team and school had made such a big deal that a recruiter was there to see Matt. He floated through the school hallways for weeks before he found out they didn’t want him.
Who would want me?
“At least I don’t need to pay off women to fuck me!” Matt blurted out, and his father’s jaw locked. “Sharon, Amy… you think these attractive women actually like you?! You’re a- an asshole! They just want your money!”
His father palmed Matt’s chest hard, knocking him back about a foot. “That’s right. And you know why? Because I respect myself. I’ve got power and money, which means I get what I want and the people around me give it.” He held his finger up to Matt’s face. A warning gesture.
“Now this is your last chance to do what I want or you’re done forever. You will go on this camping trip and avoid this family the entire time- I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you. Then, when we get back, you’re going to send in your paperwork to go to Indiana State. I will get you a small apartment nearby and you will major in pre-law.
You’ll be a lawyer and that’s the end. You will do every bit of this and if you don’t. I will write you off from this family. I will take everything I bought you- you can keep your piece of shit car- and you can be a homeless bum without a college education, a home, or a family.”
Matt clenched his teeth as he felt trapped. He knew his father had played his trump card. The only way he got what he wanted. Money. Without another word, he turned from the conversation to go inside.
“You understand, boy?” His dad’s voice boomed.
“I got it,” Matt said over his shoulder as he went inside.