Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I wish I was wrong, but I’m not.
So many photos and videos, and they’re all of Hayes. They stretch back months according to the dates, since the summer. Shots of Hayes sitting by the pool in his swim shorts. Hayes swimming. Hayes coming out of the pool. There’s a short video of him drying off.
And one of him in the shower.
“Look at the camera,” she murmurs in a sweet voice. I can’t see her, but I’d know her voice anywhere. “Turn around so I can see that gorgeous cock, baby.” He keeps his head down, moving mechanically, coming to a stop once he’s fully facing her.
She moans in approval and zooms in on his dick, hanging flaccid. “Stroke it for me. Get it hard, baby.” He’s slow to take it in his hand, slow to stroke it. She zooms out. He’s still looking at his feet, but he’s getting hard. Just like she wants him to.
I’m going to throw up, but I can’t stop watching. I have to know what she’s done.
“I can’t wait to taste it,” she murmurs. “I want your cum in my mouth. Can you give it to me?”
He only grunts in response.
She sets the phone on the counter, angled toward the shower, then steps into view and drops the towel she was wearing.
“No, no,” I whisper, but that doesn’t stop her from opening the shower door and kneeling in front of him, taking his dick into her mouth.
“Oh, my God.” I can’t watch anymore. I stop it before anything else happens.
But I don’t close the folder. My hand’s shaking, but I keep navigating through the files. I can’t stop now. It’s like a perverted obsession. I need to see all of it.
C. I thought it stood for Coach, but now I know better. It stands for Christine.
It was her all along. And now she’s his stepmother and he’ll never get away from her. All these weeks, I assumed he was being abused at school. I never considered it might’ve been happening right here at home. That explains his happiness when our parents went away, and his attitude when they came back.
She asked him for a dick pic while she was away with his father.
Now the memories come flooding back, and all of them look different now that I know the full story.
The way she touched him that first night, when we moved in. I thought she was trying to get him to warm up to her, but now I see it was the caress of a lover. No wonder he pulled away like he did. No wonder he doesn’t like to be touched.
The way he flipped out when she suggested he call her Mom during dinner. She even made a point of asking him for a hug. She was screwing with his head right in front of us, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Not with his father watching, thinking everything was great, and we were all going to become a family.
He wanted to jump off the bridge the morning after a weekend Mom spent with his dad. Were they here at the house? What did she do to him that weekend to make him want to end his life?
Tears course down my cheeks, but I keep looking through the contents of Mom’s phone. Now I feel like I owe him this.
There’s another video, a longer one this time. Recorded in what I recognize as the master bedroom. The phone was propped up on the nightstand.
My mother is lying in bed wearing a skimpy camisole and a thong. Her eyes are closed, her body basically on display.
Hayes walks into the frame. He’s naked, stroking his dick with one hand. With the other, he reaches out, running his fingers over her hip. She rolls onto her back with her eyes closed and he caresses her boobs through the satin before pushing it up to expose her. He bends down, still stroking, then takes one of her nipples into his mouth.
She opens her eyes and gasps before pushing him away. “No! Hayes, what are you doing? Don’t do this!”
Instead of running away, he climbs on top of her. I force myself to watch him forcing her, holding her wrists over her head and rubbing his cock over her crotch even though she twists and fights.
He reaches between them to yank down her panties. She begs him to stop. “Why are you doing this? You have to stop! No! You can’t!” He covers her mouth with one hand, and she weeps behind it while he forces himself inside her and fucks her hard. Mercilessly.
Then he finishes, grunting as he does. Her whimpers soften until she goes silent and limp. He lifts his hand from her mouth.
She waits a second—then smiles and runs her hands over his chest. “Well done. You made me come with you. Next time, I want you to eat my pussy before you fuck me.”