Who Is My New Mom?

Author's Note: This is a fictional tale. All characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of 18 years.

This may be a little weird so don't take it seriously. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as enjoyed writing it.

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"Wait for me to come back, and then we'll decide on it."

My father gets in the taxi that has been waiting for him to take him to airport. As I watch his taxi slowly disappear from my field of vision, my face gradually loses its color. I turn towards my left to look at the smiling face of Teresa and I have to gulp in a breath to calm my nerves. I mumble about going to my room and run away hurriedly. Locking myself in my room, I catch my breath and lie down on my bed.

"Fuck, six more days of this torture."

First, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Glen Brody. Twenty two years of age and in my last year of bachelors. Right now I'm living with my father and my stepmom. I know, lame. But there's a reason for it. You see, I was just like any other normal guy living in the dorms at my college but a few months back I got some kind of infection in my intestine. It was hell from thereon. Finally my father had enough and brought me back home. I am on a break right now and will go back to school after the start of the new semester which is still three months away.

It wouldn't have been such a big deal living with my dad. I love him and he's cool. The problem is my stepmom, Teresa. Though I don't have any definitive evidence, I'm sure she is evil. Yeah she acts all proper and shit but I know she is hiding something. I know.

When anyone else sees her they see a beautiful, wholesome, woman; some may even say she is sexy. Well I can't fault that. She is 35 years old and has maintained herself exceptionally well. Her style is impeccable and her dressing sense is also fantastic. All her assets like her impressive tits and her oval face, her thin waist and her round ass, all of them get accentuated by the clothes she wears. Also she has wine-red hair and height of maybe five feet six, so yeah she is hot. And most people seem to think so; but not me. She is everyone's darling a model individual, but not for me. I know this is all a front. Because when I see her, I see past all of her façade and can sense the sinister presence, swimming right below the surface.

I still remember to this day when I first met her. It was my seventeenth birthday and my father had told me to that he wanted to take me out for dinner. Now, I know it sounds lame but the place was really awesome, is still awesome. So even though I would have liked to go out with my friends I couldn't miss out on such a great opportunity. And he seemed to be quite excited about the woman he was seeing at the time and wanted to introduce me to her.

You guessed it, it was Teresa.

The dinner went great. She seemed pleasant, at the time, and my father was also in a good mood. I went along with it, but the whole time there was this ticklish feeling in the back of my neck. The whole thing was weird; everyone around Teresa seemed to be charmed by her, under her spell or something. That was when I realized there was something wrong with her.

But I ignored it. I mean I had better things to do than care about my father's girlfriend. It had been five years since my mother left us. Dad didn't date for a long while but once he did start dating after that, no girlfriend stayed for longer than a few months. So I was not worried. I thought that it was business as usual. But it all changed when about a year later he announced that he was getting married. That's when I knew it was too late. Looking back, I should have known it would have turned out different than all other times. The way he looked at her, he seemed to be quite taken by her.

So they had the wedding and all that nonsense and she came to live with us. She tried to be friendly with me but I maintained my distance. I dint want anything to affect my judgment. As I observed her more she seemed way off to me. She took care of the house, my father and her work. She was perfect. And they seemed to be quite in love with each other. I get why my father would like her but she seemed weird.

I mean, I love my father but she's way out of his league. When they got married he was forty five, his best years behind him, whereas she was just thirty years old in the prime of her life. This ticked me off.

I mean I had already assumed and made my peace with the fact that she was a gold digger preying on my father's money. It wasn't ideal but if it made him happy then what more could I say. But her act seemed over the top for it. I just couldn't understand why she was going to such lengths to maintain her act.

The first thing that came to mind was that maybe she wasn't just some gold digger but was after all of his money. So I did what any sane man would do and asked him if he had signed a pre-nup. He got quite angry because of it but told me in the end that he hadn't. This was seriously bad news. And the way he had gone off on me just for asking a simple question told me that he wouldn't be much help in what I wanted to do next.

So I took it upon myself to investigate her. The first thing I realized after that was I didn't know shit about finances. So, I went to Harvey, my father's long time friend and accountant. I begged him to look into her and keep it quiet from my father. He had me make some outrageous promises but agreed in the end, and then came the shocker. She was actually quite well off. She had a good credit score and her business was quite successful. Even more, her parents were loaded and she was their only child. This threw me for a ride. I had to wrack my brains quite a bit before I came to the conclusion that if she wasn't after money, then she must be hiding from something or someone.

Next, I had to make an 800 mile trip to go to her birthplace and pretend to run into her parents for investigating her. It was hard but I did it. I spent the day meeting with her friends and asked around about her. Everything seemed legit. Regretfully I had to rule out witness protection or hiding from some drug lord. After that I kept a close eye on her to catch her slip or maybe get a clue to her motives, it was all a failure.

I just couldn't get a hold on it. I tried everything but nothing seemed to stick. My studies also suffered a lot during that time. I even flirted with the idea that she was a spy or something. I even prepared a trap to catch her. But that also turned out to be dead end. One she was way below what could be called as tech-savvy and didn't have the agility or athleticism to be a field agent.

I could never imagine my Dad being submissive or into the cuckold lifestyle or some similar shit but still I investigated and thankfully that turned out to be a dead end.

Finally I had no other choice than to accept the fact that she's an alien. There was no other rational explanation for her behavior.

Now I know you may say that she really loves my father. Hate to break it to you, love isn't real. It's like Santa Claus, an illusion, a fairy tale. And whoever believes its real is a pussy. I mean, if love was real, why did my mother leave my dad? If she really loved me she shouldn't have left me and my dad. So yeah, I would much rather believe that she is an alien because there is no way she loves him.

I toiled away after that, looking for ways to expose her unearthliness. It was then that I realized she was aware of my actions.

One day she insisted that she give me haircut. I was against that and made it clear that she wasn't getting anywhere near my hair. Dad was laughing by the side watching me struggle against her and making jokes about how I should be grateful that such a famous hairdresser was giving me a haircut. Against my wish I agreed to let her cut my hair. When she was in the midst of it she suddenly pressed my head down and ran her scissors right by my ears while she whispered in a low, threatening voice, "Stop."

Now, it could be that she just wanted me to sit still but I know it was a warning. After that incident I stopped trying to investigate her. Since I also had to go away it all worked out for me. I was worried for my father but she didn't seem like she wanted to harm him and if she kept him happy that was fine by me.

Following years, whenever I came home for the holidays or any events, I observed her from a distance. Just to make sure if she wasn't doing anything too outrageous. This continued till I caught that infection. It really was an awful one. Dad had me move back home till I got better and once again I was face to face with Teresa.

The first few months, I was in no condition to do anything remotely taxing to my body. So I stayed in my room and kept to myself without much going out of the house. Only the one time I did go out with my friends, Dad suddenly appeared at that place and dragged me back home. I'm pretty sure it was all Teresa's handiwork. After that Dad strictly told me that he was forbidding me from stepping out and meeting with my friends.

A little weed never killed anyone but he was adamant. So I stayed home most of the time. Since I had all this free time I once again started looking for clues to expose the sinister and evil being that was Teresa. Still I had no luck, there wasn't a peck of dirt I could dig out on her to use it against her and drive her out of our home. I even started going with her to her work, just to keep an eye on her and surprisingly she didn't say anything when I proposed the idea.

A confident little bitch, she is.

The days passed just like that and now it's nearly time for me to go back. I won't be starting my studies right away but I have fully recovered and look better than ever. Being cooped up in home without all the partying and shit has done some good. I am in the best shape of my life and my complexion is also at its most striking self. I am raring to go back. Or that was the case up until a week ago.

Things were finally looking good for me and I was even more or less at peace with Teresa. I just had to stay for a month or so then back to enjoying life. That was until I discovered the sinister scheme of Teresa, finally. It had been a week since then, a week of hellish self control and nervousness.

It was just another hot summer night. I had gotten up to drink some water. When I passed by their bedroom I heard a buzzing sound. I was immediately shaken awake by it. 'Since Dad's out it must be because of Teresa,' thinking that I went up to their door. It was my chance to maybe possibly find something comprising on her. I put my ear to their door but only just as I didn't want to alarm her of my presence.

My guess had been that she was talking to someone on the phone, maybe someone she was having an affair with. So I didn't let out a peep and tried to listen in on her. The low hum intensified and there wasn't anything else. I got a little close and then I realized that the door was not locked. I pushed it open a bit by bit while making sure that I didn't alert her in some way or the other.

When I finally got enough room to peek in, I was shocked by what I saw. It was nothing like I had expected. Somewhere back in my mind I expected some hideous monster shedding its skin or some bitch talking dirty to her pimp on the phone but it was nothing like that.

She was on her bed, completely naked. Her back was resting on the pillows against the headboard. Red hair flew down her shoulders contrasting exceptionally well with her pale skin. Green eyes focused on her hand as it pinched her erect nipples. Her cantaloupe shaped tits had beads of sweat running down the sides. Her fingers busily matted the patch of red hair above her snatch as the thick purple dildo, embedded in her cunt, vibrated and buzzed. Her legs were splayed wide, bent at knees resembling frogs, and gave me a clear view at her pussy lips and the thick cream flowing out and dripping on the sheets.

I was rooted to the spot as I watched her play with herself. She took out the dildo and replaced it with her fingers as she slowly inserted three of them inside her. Her moans sounded so erotic that I was hard and oozing without even having to touch myself even once. I had never seen something so erotic and lewd. As she fucked herself with her fingers while she fed herself her needy tits, sloshing sounds rung out in the room, like someone had been dancing in the rain and jumping in the puddles. I couldn't control myself any longer and my hand went to dick to provide relief to my aching soul. I was spell bound by the creature of lust pleasuring itself right in front of my eyes, unaware of the peeping eyes.

She strummed her nipples and pulled them as forcefully as I had ever imagined would be possible while licking her juices from the fingers that had been fucking her cunt just moments ago. She released a low groan as she licked clean the last fingers. Suddenly she changed position and was on her all fours. The purple dildo was back where it belonged and her ass was raised high up in the air. She fucked herself in that position while watched her puckered hole breath in air. It was a sight to behold; her wide, round, ass spread apart; her pink pussy stuffed by the huge dildo; her hands reached from under her to move the plastic phallus in and out of her; her hair danced along with her shaking head; a look of pure lust and ecstasy on her face.

She started humming along with the buzzing sound of the purple vibrator and flicked her clit mercilessly. Her moans got louder and her hands got faster. The sheet was wet underneath her due to her juices and sweat. Then something happened. She moaned out and her whole body jerked in reaction. The dildo shot out of her cunt and she squirted while she rubbed her lips furiously. Her growl got muffled due to the pillows while her hips crashed on the bed, twitching all the while. I jizzed in my shorts as I saw her cum.

Then in the fog of my powerful orgasm I realized that she had moaned out my name. That shook me right out of my stupor. I got away from her room silently and tip toed back to my own. I locked myself in my bathroom and jacked my cock furiously as I replayed that scene of her cum shooting out of her again and again. I was finally able to calm down after I had cum for two more times.

As I went to lie down on my bed, my horniness now under control, rage overtook me. The nerve of that bitch to fantasize about me, while she is married to my father, infuriated me to no end. I had almost dialed Dad's number when I suddenly realized what a mistake I was about to commit.

I had fallen for her trap. Everything became clear to me at that point. She wanted me to watch her and she had said my name purposefully, knowing that I would be peeping on her. That sick little bitch wanted to drive a wedge between my father and me. That had been her whole game right from the start. Now, I don't know what kind of sick person would take pleasure from pitying a son against his own father but she definitely wanted to do it. Since I understood her plan I was determined not to let her succeed.

'The one thing I absolutely can't do is to tell Dad. If I can somehow get through the next two weeks without any incident then I will be free of her sinister scheme.' That's what I thought at the time.

After that night I had barely been at home. I only made appearance when my father was home and stayed at a friend's place the rest of the time. But once more she sold me out to my father who brought me back and warned me to not take a single step outside until my health is fully restored.

And this brings us to today. Dad is going to be gone for the rest of the week with only Teresa and I alone in the house.

"Glen, could you come down? I have to talk to you."

"Bitch doesn't waste time." I grin at her conniving ways.

"Well I have to face her at some point, now's a good time as any."

Now I don't remember where it's from but it's a perfect mantra for this situation, 'When the going gets tough, you should act tough.' And that's exactly what I am about to do. I will go on the offensive and render her speechless.

'Two can play this game.'

I go down and find her sitting in the living room. She motions me to join her on the sofa. I sit down beside her and we both remain staring at each other. I am waiting for her to open her mouth so that I can interrupt her and throw her off.

"I-"

"Bitch what your problem?"

I shout at her face. She is shocked and she doesn't move or say anything for a long while we get into another staring contest.

'The first point definitely goes to team Glen.'

Gradually her face turns red. I guess she is angry.

"Glen this is no way to talk to your stepmother. Granted you may not like me but I am still your father's wife and your stepmother. Y-"

"Some stepmother you are," I scoff at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means."

"Enough. I've had enough of this."

'What is she playing at now?'

"I've tried again and again to connect with you but you don't give me a chance. And now you disrespect me in such crude way!"

Her fists are balled as if she is holding herself back so as to not hit me.

"I thought maybe this was an opportunity to get to know each other better, since you were going to be home for a few months. But all you did in this time was to leer at me and ogle me with your rude and perverted eyes. I should've told your father about your sick ways long ago."

'WHAT THE FUCK! What is this bitch playing at?'

"Are you crazy? I never leered or ogled or whatever the shit you are saying!"

"Don't try to deny it. I feel your constant gaze on me. It makes my skin crawl. Having such thoughts about your own stepmom, have you no shame?"

'OH MY GOD! This bitch is driving me crazy!'

"Don't spout such lies. I never looked at you that way. Who do you think you are?"

"You very well know I'm right."

This is crazy. I have to get back at her. This can't go on any longer.

"And what about when you're shouting my name while you masturbate?"

She is taken aback. Like a boxer taking a punch to the gut it hit her hard. She stutters as her shoulders drop and her face slowly loses its color and her eyes lose their sharpness.

"Wh- What are you talking about? I never did such thing."

"Aha. Weren't you fucking yourself with your purple dido while you moaned my name!? Don't lie. I heard you loud and clear."

'Shit. Shouldn't have said it.'

"Were you peeping on me?"

With her hands on her hips she glares at me. I can see that she is angry or at least pretending to be. But I can't give in to her.

"Don't try to turn this around me. It's about you. I heard you loud and clear."

She is not as flustered as I thought she would be. She continues to glare then says through her clenched teeth.

"It wasn't you. It was the movie star."

'This fucking liar, why doesn't she admit it? Why do they keep lying?'

"Lies. It was me."

"It wasn't!"

She is trying to look imposing but I know she is lying.

"Admit it. Admit you are lying!"

"I'm not!"

I am really getting mad now. She keeps lying to me. Just like Mom did. She is lying.

'Why don't they just admit it? Why don't they just admit that they don't love me? Why would she lie? Why can't she just say that she doesn't care about? Why does she have to pretend?'

"Don't lie to me!"

She doesn't say a word. She's just standing there, glaring at me, as if daring me to prove her wrong. And if that's what she wants, I'll give it to her. I strip myself and stand naked in the middle of our living room. My face is red with anger and I can see that she is affected. This won't take long before she gives in.