It was a stupid day because of a stupid decision. I wouldn’t call it a mistake, but it was a stupid decision.
I just turned 18 and my buddies got me into a bar to celebrate. We all have fake I.D’s so we got in pretty easy since the bartender just glossed over our cards. I vaguely remember a group of women being just as loud as we were. Long story short, our two groups merged, we all got plastered and I don’t remember anything.
I woke up next to a beautiful woman naked, and she is as well she’s covered in what I think is my semen and some are even oozing out of her vagina. My first time and I don’t even remember it! Her name is Charline, and she’s 41 years old but very beautiful and did not look her age. I woke her up and she purred and giggled, thanked me for a wonderful time, got dressed and left.
I thought that was that, but 10 months later I got a call from a random number.
“You have a son,” said the voice from behind my phone.
I was shocked. I told my parents about Charline and my one night stand 10 months ago and I got the tongue lashing of a lifetime. My mother is disappointed in me, and my father told me to do the honorable thing and marry this girl. When I told them she’s 41, possibly 42, both of my parents were shocked that their potential “daughter-in-law” is at least 5 years older than they are. My parents had me young, but they stuck by each other over the years.
I found out she’s a widow but a free spirit. She, at first, didn’t want to marry me but then changed her mind. I got a DNA test for my son and he is mine. We went to Vegas and did a quickie marriage.
I started living with her, but I couldn’t really… contain her. She got an IUD to prevent any more surprises and she kept her party-girl routine going with her girlfriends. I guess that means sleeping with other men perhaps? I didn’t really care, we’re married in paper and I don’t really love her like that. Maybe she just wanted a babysitter, I don’t know. She named my son Mitchell. I wouldn’t have, but then again I wasn’t there for his birth. Great, another first I won’t remember.
Well a month into this situation and I hear someone come into our home.
“Mom! I’m home!”
I looked around a corner and saw Charline’s, I guess, daughter. She never mentioned a daughter! She’s as beautiful as her mother is.
She saw me and yelled, rushing at me. Good god, that’s her first instinct? To rush a home intruder? She caught up to me and immediately started attacking me. My god she’s fast!
“Stop, stop! Your mother isn’t here!”
“Tell me where my mother is right now or I’m calling the cops!” She said as she held me by my collar, and damn near lifting me up. I’m no sproutling, I’m about 160 pounds, but this lady has me on my tippy toes. She’s towering over me, good lord she’s tall!
“She’s… she’s on some holiday or vacation with Stephanie and the others! She didn’t tell you!?”
“Tell me what!?” She said as she held back a balled fist. Wait, she was really going to punch me? And the way she has her fist held back, it looks like she knows how to actually throw a punch!
I led her upstairs to Mitchell’s room. “That’s a baby,” she said flatly as she pointed at my sleeping son.
‘I know it’s a baby. It’s Charline’s and my baby.”
She turned to me and pushed me, hard. Fuck this girl is strong, what the hell!?
“You mean to tell me my mother has given birth to this kid right here?”
“How else would she do it?”
I showed her our wedding photos, well it’s really only 1 photo. “You married her?” she said as she’s holding the frame.
“It’s the honorable thing to do,” I shrugged and she just looked at me. “Do you two not talk at all!? She was pregnant for 9 whole months and she’s been gone for a month now!”
“I was busy with college, so sue me!”
That wasn’t enough for her and so she called her mother. “You did? When!? Why didn’t you tell me!? When are you coming back? What, that’s a long time and you have a newborn! What the…. what!? I’m not! Mom! Don’t hang up on me! Don’t — FUCK!”
I could see her just straining her arms and trying to contain herself. She took a deep breath and looked at me. “She’s been like that since my dad died. She didn’t have her ‘crazy 20’s’ so I guess she’s letting loose now. Fuck, I didn’t think she’d be this inconsiderate!”
“So when is she coming back?”
“Six months.”
“I’m sorry, six months!? How the hell am I supposed to feed our son? I guess I can call my mom for advise, but six months!? What the fuck is she doing for six months!?”
“I don’t fucking know! Guess who’s supposed to be here with you, taking care of the kid,” she then gave two thumbs up and pointed it at herself, “this girl.”
I am less than enthused.
***
I’ve gotten to know Valentina pretty well, and she prefers to be called Val instead since her name is syllable heavy. I’ve found out a few things about her.
* She’s a brat. Like a pouty brat.
* She doesn’t clean up after herself.
* She’s 24.
* She likes to walk around in only her panties and a shirt, no bras.
* She just graduated college, Computer Science.
* Her father spoiled her rotten.
All in all, it felt like I’m raising two kids by myself. I’m doing the dishes, I’m cleaning up after her and my son, and I’m the one doing the laundry. The only thing she’s doing is helping me with groceries, preparing food, poorly I might add, and, if she *FEELS* like it, watching Mitchell so I can take a breather.
Mitchell is turning into a wonderful boy. He’s 5 months old now and I’ve had my mother sometimes watch him and she’s been happy to. The times where I come over to visit them is a time of bliss for my poor head, as I’m spending time away from Val. She’s starting to stress me out, honestly. I asked my mom if Mitchell can spend the night, as I need a night to actually sleep well and she obliged, seeing it as a time to bond with her grandson.
***
I come back home to a messy kitchen. Dishes are piled up, some poor attempt at cooking remained on the counter top, and the fridge is left open! What the fuck!? Val is in the living room, watching some videos on her phone or whatever it is kids do nowadays. Wow, “kids”, I’m 19 and I’m starting to sound like my grandfather.
I’m fuming now as I cleaned up the mess. I fumed, and I steamed, and I needed to just release. I walked up to Val and took her phone away.
“Hey, what the fuck? Give me my phone back!”
“Valentina, we need to talk. You need to do more around the house, it feels like I’m watching two kids! You’re supposed to help me out!”
“Fuck you! I’m not Mitchell’s parents!”
“Fair, but you need to clean up after yourself. I’m tired of picking up after your ass!”
“You know what, I don’t have time for this!”
She got up and was about to leave, but I wasn’t having it. No, this girl has gotten on my last nerve! As she was about to leave, I pushed her down and gave her a firm slap. It echoed throughout the house and I almost felt bad for it.
But she’s sitting there, in shock, her hand on her red cheek. I’m starting to feel bad, but she just looked up at me with those defiant eyes and that got me hot and bothered.
“Is that it? That’s all?” she grinned and firmly planted herself, “that’s a pretty weak slap too, I barely felt it.”
I don’t know why, but I slapped her again, a bit harder this time. She looked up at me and she’s still wearing that grin.
“Come on, that’s it? Is that all you’ve got?”
This girl! The audacity. I pushed her down by her neck and she’s just looking at me, her eyes expecting and her smile apparent. That’s when I realized it. This bitch has a kink and she’s getting off on me hitting her! I tightened my hold on her neck a little and after a few seconds she gave me that euphoric eye roll and then she gently tapped my hand and I released her. She took a deep breath and laughed.
“Fuck you! That’s it!?” she laughed and I slapped her again, just as hard as the last time.
“Fucking bitch,” I mumbled as my eyes met hers, “you’ve never had someone say ‘no’ to you, is that right?”
She spat on my face, I wiped it off and wiped it on her own face. I started choking her again but this time I held her just a bit longer. In the meantime I’m looking down on her and assessing her figure. I mean I’ve gotten a good look at her, nice pale skin with big tits and a full ass. Slim waist with a piercing on the navel. She has short hair, ear level and I can say she’s taller than me. She’s about 6’3 tall and I’m only about 5’7. This isn’t a surprise to me as her mother is tall too, she’s 6’4 and her father is taller.
I released her to her euphoria again and she smiled as she took her breath.
“I mean, look at these? Look at these tits and you won’t even feed your own brother?” I slipped her shirt up and over her tits and I started slapping it, then I noticed her piercings. Her breast are nice and perky, a solid D cup, and I watched them jiggle and shake after each slap. “Ah, no wonder. I wouldn’t want my kid suckling on these!”
I pinched her by the piercings and she’s looking at me, a bit of anticipation on her face. I gently twisted her nipples and she started to moan. I pulled her tits up by the piercings and she’s moaning louder.
“No! Don’t pull any more!”
“Oh, why? You didn’t like that, huh?” I teased and let her go a bit, she relaxed but quickly tensed up again as I started to pull up. Finally I released her and she laid down breathing somewhat heavy. I grabbed her tits and started sucking on it, licking her nipples and again pulling on her piercings with my lips.
“Is… is that it? My ex could… could do that better! You ain’t shit!”
“Your ex, huh?” I slid my hand down to her panties and I could already feel her warmth emanating from it. She looked down at where my hand is, and I looked at her, but as I was about to slip it in her panties, I pulled away and slapped her again.
I pulled her up by her hair, firmly but I didn’t force her up but she went with it. I gave her another slap, a little lighter than before, and I laid her down on her belly. I sat on the back of her legs and I started rubbing her back.
“Tell me about him,” I said in as firm a manner as I could. I have a fairly deep voice, so I can sound commanding if I wanted to. I just need to have the physique to back it up,
As she started to talk about her ex, I gently massaged her back. She groaned and moaned when I pressed my thumb over in between her cute little dimples on her back while my hand spreads across and then drew it up the long muscle along her spine. I made sure to brush against her nice, plump tits. I’m starting to realize that her story is bogus. That there’s no ex boyfriend.
“You’re lying,” is said in a stern voice, I slid her panties over and stared hovering gently touching her lips. “You’re not very good at lying, Valentina.”
She looked back and I gently caressed her pussy lips. She bit a finger and started to moan a little. I scooped her up and planted her on my lap, then I started teasing her beautiful, sopping wet cunt with my finger.
“No…. I did have a boyfriend!”
I gently inserted a digit in but only a little. She gasped and looked at me, “please…. please.”
“Tell me the truth,” I hummed as I started to pull my finger back out ever so slowly. “Do you not want me to?”
She shook her head, “Th-there was a guy I had a crush on, but I was too scared. So every night I would… imagine him and myself.”
“Hoh, there it is.” I said softly and I stuck a finger in. She moaned as my finger wriggled and squirmed inside her. She’s grinding her fat ass against me, asking for more. I nodded and put another finger in and my other hand drew circles around her clit. I gently pushed it in and dragged it against her roof as I went out.
She’s humming now and started suckling on her own tits, pinching and rubbing them. “Ooooh, I’m coming! Please don’t stop, please! I’m coming!”
A stream of her love juice erupted from her as she threw her head back and started convulsing on me. “Good girl,” I breathe into her ear. “Clean up that mess.”
I circled her lips with my wet fingers, then slipped it in. “As long as your mother is not here, I’m the man of the house. Ok?”
She nodded as she suckled on my digits. I softly pushed her off and walked up to the stairs. I looked back down and saw her rubbing her clit and fingering herself, her eyes closed. She opened it and looked up at me then softly bit her lower lip.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pnmbn3/punishing_my_stepdaughter_mfmdom_part_1