Chapter 1 – Caught

Monday 10th August 2015

Knightswood

Glasgow

I hadn’t set my alarm because my I had a free day from my part-time job. I glanced at the clock—07.30. Yes, I could afford another hour but as I turned over and pulled up the duvet, there was a sharp knock on my door.

“Yeah?”

My dad opened the door slightly. “James, sorry to disturb you mate. I’m off to the airport, and Natasha is giving me a lift. She’ll probably go straight to work after she drops me off. I’ll see you in four weeks.”

“I hope all goes well with your presentations. Have a good trip.”

“Thanks. Do your best to help Natasha. I know you don’t normally see much of each other.”

“I promise, I’ll do whatever she asks.”

My bedroom door closed and as I dozed off again I got aroused thinking about doing whatever Natasha asked. She was thirty-nine, looked ten years younger, and was a living doll.”

When I next woke up it was about two hours later, and I had a hard-on. I grinned as I wondered absently if my stepmother was still on my mind in my early morning dreams. I lifted the duvet and looked at my throbbing cock.

I whispered, “James, I think we’ll take a piss, and then have a nice pull before a shower.”

Ten minutes later, I’d relieved myself and closed the venetian blinds in the living room before switching on the television. I could have used my laptop and stayed in the privacy of my bedroom, but the thought of watching porn on a big screen was too inviting. I sat back on the sofa, naked, with a box of tissues beside me.

It took me a minute to locate the internet on the television because I’d never used it on there before but once I was in, I knew the site I wanted. A few seconds later I had the porn site showing and I was flicking down the categories. I selected lesbians first and watched a few minutes of action with two stunning girls, and it was so much better on a big screen. My cock was already stiff and begging to be stroked, but I moved on to a scene with two guys enjoying a blonde beauty. Next up I watched a short video featuring a crossdresser, and then it was gay men. The next category was too tempting to pass up.

“My Naughty Stepmother—yes, I’m sure she is.” I grinned as I started the video and when I saw the young guy and the delectable older woman. I turned the volume up a little and imagined the two people were my stepmother and me. If Natasha hadn’t been my stepmother I’d be her toy-boy in a heartbeat.

The beauty on the screen said, ‘Are you going to be a good boy for me today while your dad is at work?’

‘Yes, I promise.’

‘Well, I think the first thing you have to do is take off your clothes and let me see you naked.’

‘I’ve already showered—’

‘I know, sweetie, and that’s why I want to see your body, all clean and youthful.’

‘I think it might be a bit embarrassing because I … I think you’re very attractive and—’

‘Get stripped for me now, like a good stepson.’

The teenager stripped and his impressive cock was already getting stiff. ‘I’m sorry about—’

‘Now, take off my clothes, you dirty boy, and do it slowly. You can leave my lingerie on if you like how I look.’

When the woman was in bra, panties, stockings and high-heels, the ‘stepson’ pretended to be worried about being with his lovely stepmother while he was aroused. She told him that if he showed her some affection she would help him to deal with his condition. It didn’t take long before she had him worshipping her statuesque body.

I clearly imagined my stepmother and me instead of the porn actors and the slow strokes I was giving my cock were soon building up in speed. I turned up the volume so that I could hear the pair on the screen panting and crying out, and I did too as I reached my climax.

“Go on, Natasha, be naughty … swallow for me … I’ll show you affection … I’ll be obedient … oh fuck, yes—” I slid forward on the sofa and as I reached the point of no return, the living room door opened. I turned to look at my stepmother’s shocked expression. “Nat … asha—” I shot my load over my naked body. “I’m sor—”

“Don’t apologise, James, honey.” She was in a blouse, a short skirt and heels. Her brown hair hung in long loose ringlets to rest on her shoulders and her impressive cleavage was highlighted when she folded her arms. There was a strange expression on her beautiful face as she stood there staring at me. “Just pause the action on the screen and clean yourself.”

“P … pause—”

“Yes. I can see you couldn’t do it with your cock, but you know how to do that with the remote, don’t you?”

I nodded, and totally humiliated, I lifted the remote and pressed ‘Pause’. I tried not to look at her as I wiped myself with tissues and then I sat forward to stand up. “I’ll go and—”

“I don’t think so, honey—you just sit there until I say otherwise.” She walked forward, looked me up and down and used a forefinger to suggest that I take my hands away from my shrinking cock. “Take your hands away from there and sit up.” She lifted the remote and rewound the video I’d just been watching.

When the video reached the beginning and the title came up I almost passed out.

“Well, well, well.” Natasha looked down at me and arched a shapely eyebrow. “My Naughty Stepmother.” She left the internet, switched off the television and dropped the remote onto the sofa. “I’ll see you later, my boy, and I don’t want the browsing history touched on that television … or your laptop.”

“Wha—”

“I came home to grab something so that I don’t have to work tonight. I’m pleased, because now, we’ll be having a word later.” She glanced at the screen. “Oh, by the way, if I don’t see at least a couple of days browsing history on the television and your laptop I will not be happy. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Did you have any plans for this evening?”

“I was … no, nothing special.”

“That’s a good answer, and after dinner this evening, we’ll have a little chat.” She looked down at my shrunken cock, which caused me more embarrassment.

I nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

She bent forward and glanced at my cock again before looking into my eyes and smiling. “We’ll deal with your apology later.”

*

After the shock of Natasha coming home unexpectedly I showered and damn it, because I was thinking about what had happened I got aroused again.

How can that be right, when I’d just been caught wanking by my stepmother?

I had intended to go on my laptop and then go out for a while but guilt stopped me. Instead, I put my laundry into the machine and then tidied my bedroom and made the bed. I vacuumed the house from top to bottom, and then hung the washing on the rotary drying line in our big rear garden. We lived in a cul-de-sac so I wasn’t afraid of being seen hanging out the washing. After my start to the day I figured that hanging out washing wasn’t embarrassing in the great scheme of things.

It was lunchtime before I knew it and I stopped for a bite to eat. Afterwards, I sat in the conservatory with a coffee and gazed at the birds, and, of course, the washing fluttering in the breeze. I figured that between the sunshine and the light wind the washing would dry easily.

“What other chores can you do, James—think of something?”

While watching the birds hopping around I decided on my next task. I finished my coffee, got the mower out and cut the grass in both the front garden and the rear garden. By the time I’d finished and tidied up I was tired, but satisfied that I’d gone some way to earn a few valuable points with Natasha. Apart from being gorgeous, one other thing I knew about my stepmother was that she liked tidiness.

“What’s next, James?” I walked around the house and included a quick peek in the main bedroom. Immaculate, as I ought to have expected. I went downstairs again and while I was fixing myself another coffee I came up with a good task to finish my day of domestic chores.

*

At six o’clock, my stepmother arrived home and paused in the hallway. “James, what is that lovely aroma?”

I stepped out of the kitchen feeling confident, but when I set eyes on her again the bravado faded. “I’m making a chicken stir-fry—I hope that’ll be okay.”

She walked into the kitchen. “You must have hoped that I’d be home at my regular time for a day shift. How long before you’re ready to serve?”

“It could be ready in five minutes or I could delay it a little while.”

“I’ll freshen up quickly and eat before I shower.” She reached out and lifted my chin with a slender finger. “When I come downstairs I expect that frown to be gone.”

I forced a smile. “Okay.”

She moved her hand to caress my face. “That’s good—I like obedience, as any of my staff would tell you.” Natasha nodded slowly and left me to ponder what she’d said.

I left the food simmering while I set the table in the dining room. As I was on my way back to the kitchen I got a surprising shout from the top of the stairs.

“James, open a bottle of white wine, honey.”

“Okay,” I called back. I’d spent the whole day working and worrying, and now I wasn’t sure how to deal with Natasha’s strange mood. She was acting and sounding positively cheerful. I opened a bottle of white wine and placed two glasses on the table. When I heard Natasha coming down the stairs I served up the food.

She came into the dining room and I wasn’t sure what she did to freshen-up but she looked amazing. I thought at first that she’d touched up her makeup and then it struck me—two buttons were usually undone on her blouse but there were three undone—obvious to me by the incredible view.

Natasha sat at the table and looked across at me grinning as I pulled my chair out opposite her.

I poured wine and after we’d both sipped I concentrated on eating. I didn’t know which way to start a conversation and I wasn’t about to boast about what I’d got done. I’d eat, drink, and wait.

“James, this is delicious, and thank you for making the effort.” She enjoyed more wine. “I noticed that the towels in the bathroom have been changed and you’ve tidied your room.”

I nodded. “Mmm.”

“I can also tell that you’ve used the vacuum, so why don’t you tell me what else you’ve been up to?”

“I did a washing and hung it out on the dryer. It was a nice day so I was able to bring it in by about four o’clock.”

“And you’ve cut the grass out front—did you do the rear garden too?”

I nodded again. “Mmm.”

“James, honey, I think I like what guilt does to you—it is all to do with guilt, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I didn’t want our relationship to be spoiled.”

“I’m pleased, because neither do I, and we do have a good stepmother and stepson relationship.” She sipped her wine and gazed across at me over the glass.

“I did as many things as I could today but I still feel as if I’ve let you down.”

“You got caught doing something that’s perfectly natural and acceptable, although I must admit, the circumstances have probably left you feeling a deep embarrassment. After dinner, I’ll take a shower and change before we have our little chat.”

“Is there anything else I can do in the meantime?”

“Enjoy your meal and your wine and then take the bottle and glasses into the living room.” She paused. “You look fresh—did you have a shower after completing your multiple chores?”

“Yes, I had a shower this morning but I needed another by late afternoon.”

“When you’ve cleared the table and put the wine in the living room, I’d like you to go and change into your robe—nothing else, James, just your robe.” She grinned. “You’ve been so industrious today that you’ve given me an idea, but I’ll explain in a little while.”

***