Andersonville 21 Sins of the father Sins of the son
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The house was eerily silent. Even at 10 pm, I generally expected some noise, despite the events of the past few days. Dad and Andrea had been fighting constantly lately, only changed up by his epic snoring and the very rare round of make-up sex they had.
My kid sister Chloe was at the grandparents for a few weeks during the summer, as I think my folks hadn’t wanted to expose her to their fighting and whatever was going on over these weeks. They were in counseling, but honestly, it seemed like divorce was going to be inevitable. I stayed around because summer session was in full swing, and I needed the extra credits and prep work in my last couple of terms. My master’s program, I was told, was a lock, and I’d likely be staying at Colorado State (unless one of my two dark horse candidates came through), but I still didn’t want to slow down or not be fully prepped come winter term. Plus, not that I enjoyed enabling him, but when Dad passed out drunk somewhere—which was most nights—he needed help to steer to the bed or couch. Andrea was too small to maneuver his short and chubby frame.
Me, I’m Alex, 23, and a student in the Linguistics program at CSU. My dad, Jim, had married my stepmom Andrea when I was 12, so I’d grown up with her as a fixture in my life. My natural mom died when I was three, and I barely remember her. She drove home from the bar way too shitfaced to even walk one night and went off the side of a mountain pass. Apparently, dad and Linda, my mom, had a real messed up, sick alcoholic relationship, but, when she passed, dad got his act together real quick, went to rehab, and stopped drinking. I remember how once my grandma had asked me if I understood that dad went to AA and what that was, and I lied and said yes, but I was 10 and had no real clue.
I just knew he didn’t drink. Most of my life had been pretty standard, with a family that occupied a little cute house with an actual picket fence, and two cars in the garage. Dad was a decently successful attorney that worked for the county, Andrea a nurse, and when I was 18, Chloe came into the world, and I adored her more than anything. Throw our three dogs into the mix, and life was pretty much idyllic.
Then, one day, three years ago, dad cracked open a beer at a summer BBQ. If only we had known just how bad it would get, I would have run screaming to knock it out of his hands.
For a few months, he was fine, but soon his drinking escalated. It became daily, then in the morning, and now he routinely got sick in various places and had driven my poor stepmom ill with worry and angst. After several stints in detox and rehab, his job had unceremoniously booted him—quite an accomplishment for a public worker. He hadn’t worked in over a year, and he had put on 60 pounds from the normally health-conscious guy I grew up admiring. He was angry and belligerent much of the time and was getting down near impossible to deal with. All he did, it seemed, was sit in silence, watching TV, drinking, and smoking cigarettes. He had moved into the smallest room downstairs, and it wasn’t uncommon to not see him for long stretches of hours or more. I had seriously considered moving many times but had only stayed because Andrea had basically begged that she needed reinforcements.
I had stopped bringing friends over a year ago, and I had begun to seriously detest my own father. I saw a therapist and even sought out a support group, and they all told me the same thing, “Separate with love.” Basically, don’t enable too much, and let them run their course since you can’t change it anyway. We had taken certain precautions, including tucking away all their retirement and large savings away, canceling his credit cards, and only giving him access to a regular checking account with a relatively small amount of money in it, but still, it didn’t change much except the size of the damage he was capable of doing.
I adored my stepmother. She was originally from Germany, with the very slightest accent, and an absolutely stunning woman. She stood about 5’6″, with long flaming red hair that descended down to her lower back, gigantic deep green eyes, amazing features, high cheekbones, and full, pouty lips. I’d had a crush on her when I first met her at 9 and had told my dad she was “Too pretty to be a mommy,” which he thought was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard. Fortunately, so did she, and she had always favored me since that day. She was a very huggy, cuddly person, and even before things got weird in our house, it wasn’t uncommon for her to come up with me and snuggle with me on the couch.
I certainly didn’t mind. My friends all thought she was one of the most gorgeous women they’d ever seen, and they were probably right. Plus, after Chloe, she had put another 25 pounds on her formerly hardbody build, but the thing was, she carried it perfectly. It had all gone to her ass, breasts (which, I knew from doing laundry, had plumped out to a 38DD), hips, and the slightest bit of her tummy. It made her sexier, if possible, and when she walked, those wonderfully jiggly bits bounced, swayed, and in general were a bit distracting, for both me and my friends.
While I tried not to indulge them, I admit I’d had one or two fantasies about her when I was alone and relieving some tension. It didn’t help that, in between things you accidentally find out from living in the same house as someone, as well as dad’s now too-loose tongue, I knew things about her sexually that no stepson should know. Like the fact that she was largely submissive, though not a fan of major pain. That she was very sexual and loved both oral and anal. That they had gone to swinger’s parties a few times back in the day, but dad had been uncomfortable with other guys touching her, so it had stopped.
Dad had even bragged to me one night that she was tied up and blindfolded, waiting for him to fuck her in their bedroom as a makeup act, but he was making her wait, “because, fuck her!” When he’d passed out on the couch, my curiosity got the best of me, and I’d snuck up to their room and snuck a peek, opening the door as slowly and silently as I could manage. Sure enough, there she was, laying on her stomach, totally nude, chained, and just waiting. Her pussy was obviously dripping, and I had gotten instantly hard as a rock looking at her. It was simply the most erotic site I’d ever seen. I quickly escaped to my room and had masturbated furiously three times in a row. My cock felt like it was possessed, it simply would not go down, and I shot gigantic, explosive loads each time. Finally, I managed to calm down, cleaned up, and got some fitful sleep. I vowed to never peek or pleasure myself to her image again, though, to my shame, I was unsuccessful, as frequently she would sneak into my fantasies when I was alone. The next day, however, dad and her fought, and from what I could overhear, he had never come up that night. “What an idiot,” I thought, as I kept to myself and tried not to betray my emotions on my face that day, as per usual.
So here I was, sitting alone on a Friday night, watching TV and wondering why I heard nothing. Not dad stumbling into something. Not Andrea and her quiet walk padding up behind me. Nothing. It was creepy, almost eerie.
You know how you get used to bad so much that you don’t even think about it anymore? That was dad’s decline. I kept hoping he would see what a shambles he was making of his life and have some remorse, but he never did. Failing that, I kept praying that he’d die in his sleep and my poor stepmom and sister would get some peace, but it never seemed to happen. Finally, one day, it all seemed to change in an instant, and though it was weird and traumatic in the moment, it was a defining moment that bore some of the best things my life has ever produced.
It came at first as a picture on my cell phone from dad. A picture of him and some drunk skank he occasionally hung around with and was fairly sure was banging, named Donna.
“Heading to Vegas Bro! Gonna marry this girl! I’ll let you know when I get there.”
I flipped out. I quickly dialed him. He answered on the third ring.
“What the hell do you want a kid?” he slurred badly.
“Dad, what the fuck?! What’s with the pic?”
“Ah fuck. That wasn’t for you.”
“What the hell is going on?!” I nearly screamed.
“I’m leaving. I left a note in my room. I’m taking off. Can’t take her shit anymore. Sorry kid, but you’ll be fine. You’re grown up, you should get outta the house anyway,” he replied.
“So you’re just leaving? And what about that Donna girl? You’re already married!”
“Not for long! Read the note, I don’t have time to talk, kid.”
“You’re gonna regret this if you ever sober the fuck up, you fucker! How fucking dare you do this to her and to Chloe!”
“Hey, don’t lecture me you little fucking shit, you don’t know anything yet!” he shot back. By the sound of him, he was way gone. I wondered if he’d even remember this conversation. “It ain’t about nothing except her being a cunt.” I winced a bit, and I think he heard me gasp a bit. “Yeah, cunt. She’s a fucking cunt. The only thing that’s good on her, too. So I left. And she’s up there in the fucking bedroom all bound up waiting for daddy to come in and give it to her good. But the joke’s on her, cuz I’m halfway to Vegas right now and I ain’t coming back!”
“That’s fucking horrible. Thanks for leaving me a giant mess to clean up again, you stupid drunk bastard!” I was losing it. My vision was tunneling down and I realized that if he were in front of me at the moment, I’d probably have beat him within an inch of his life.
“Hey, you only care because you’re in love with her, you miserable pussy. So since you’re so in love, why don’t you go up and fuck her yourself!”
“What?!!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shot back.
“Yeah, fuck her yourself, get that Oedipus shit outta your system, and take my cunt wife off my hands! I don’t have time for this shit, read the fucking note and don’t call me again. I’m changing this number the first chance I get anyway. Have a good life kid.” And with that, the call went dead.
I stood there in shock for what seemed like an eternity. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He loved Andrea, Chloe, and me. What was the hell with him?
My leg started to twinge, and I realized I hadn’t moved, phone in my hand, for I don’t know how long. I shook my head and went to his room. It was a bit disheveled, but most of his stuff was gone. Closet empty. I found the note and pulled it open. I won’t bother to go into it because it was about six pages, and most of it was self-indulgent bullshit. About how he hated her, didn’t want either of the kids. Felt trapped by life and his career. Blamed my stepmother, his parents, me and my sister, his boss, anybody who had ever tried to keep him sober, god, and anybody else he could think of. How he hated being told not to drink, and how he had been doing blow again (that part I didn’t know, but it made sense). We hated seeing him happy and having fun. He’d be filing for divorce, he said. He’d never return. We should all give up on him.
I sat down on the bed and just thought. A few tears rolled down my cheek. I was sad, but the truth was, even though I was hurt, the tears were more of relief. I knew that I had lost my father sometime in the past two years. This was just the official death knell. I sat there for a few more, wondering what to do. How was I going to break this to Andrea?
Andrea! Shit, I had forgotten about her. She was still in the bedroom, bound and waiting for my miserable excuse for a father.
I went into her bedroom, wondering if she really was restrained like dad had said, and how on earth I was going to gently get her out of this predicament without embarrassing her. I honestly had no idea what the hell to do. I could only envision her crying in embarrassment, and the crazy crying she would likely do as I told her about dad leaving. I went up to the bedroom and gently knocked on the door. There was no answer. I waited another few seconds, softly tapped again, and again heard nothing. She must be asleep. At the very least, though, I could unhook her and cover her up. So, I went in, slowly and quietly, and whispered “Andrea?”
The room was dark, save two candles. Sure enough, dad was right, and she was naked, lying on her tummy. She appeared to be sleeping, and her wrists were contained by a leather cuff apparatus, with a long chain hooked to in and running to somewhere behind the headboard. Her legs were each individually restrained, though it looked like she had enough room to move around the bed with some motion. Her eyes were covered by a satin blindfold, and her legs were spread wide open. It gave me an uncomfortably unobstructed view of her pussy, which, though it appeared to not be actively lubing, was, I noticed, puffy and quite wet. Apparently, she really liked this. I stopped for a moment, transfixed by the site. It had been at least a year or so since I’d last seen this site, and I had almost forgotten how incredibly erotic it was.
I stopped in my tracks, transfixed by the display of powerlessness from her, her incredibly sexy ass, and her gaping, waiting pussy. I was frozen to this spot, unable to move. I wanted to just go over to her, cover her with her robe, let her out of her restraints, and then just run. I figured I would do that, retreat to my room as quickly as possible, then abuse my penis until it was chafed and raw. But that’s not what fate apparently had in store for me that night.
I went over to the side of the bed, intending to reach up and unhook her. I wanted to just unclasp the hand restraints, throw her robe over her, and high tail it out. Unfortunately, she stirred and said “About time you came up Jim. It’s horrible for you to make me wait for this much.” I wanted to say it was me, Alex, and that dad was gone, but my voice caught in my throat as she moved up and towards me.
Apparently she could see some of my outlines, since she quickly advanced on me, grabbed me by the belt, and, quicker than I even knew was possible, pulled my pants open. My achingly hard cock came springing out, and she grabbed on to it with her restrained hands and began pumping it.
It was wrong. God, it felt good, but I knew it was wrong. Everything in my mind screamed that it was wrong. But on the other hand, I was incredible, illicitly, shamefully turned on. I hadn’t had a girlfriend for at least nine months, and now, I was having an object of my more shameful lust jack off my hard prick. I knew I had to stop this, but my voice wouldn’t work, and as soon as I began to pull away, she gently grabbed on to my balls and took me in her mouth.
I’d had girls who had given amazing blow jobs, and I’d even had a steady girlfriend who could deep throat, but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced. She took all of my lengths in one pass, and as my cock measures a good 8″ and is decently thick, that was a surprising accomplishment. As she nuzzled her nose against my pubic bone, she quickly opened her jaw wider and pushed her tongue out, licking my balls. There was none of that “deep throat pinch” that I gather is overly common when a woman takes your dick deep down her throat, in fact, it was like pure velvet caressing my entire length. I was in heaven, and as much as my brain screamed “No! No! Stop her from doing this right now, it’s wrong!” my dick kept me firmly planted in place, as I received a blow job that made every other girl who had ever touched my penis seem like a rank amateur. Within 30 seconds, I thought I might cum, however, she quickly sucked hard, reinvigorating my willpower with just the tiniest amount of discomfort. She then drew her head back, did a little side to side tilting of her head and movement of her mouth, and swallowed me completely again.
I wasn’t moving. I figured I could just let her finish, leave, and…I don’t know. But I couldn’t move. I knew how wrong it was. I knew it! But how was I going to argue with this attention? And when would I ever get this again? Fuck it, I’d figure the rest out later.
She kept up her oral assault, occasionally popping off for a quick segue into some popsicle style licks, and then quickly came back to swallowing as much of me as possible, withdrawing to near the tip, and plunging back on again. She seemed to be moaning around my cock constantly, which was a crazy turn on and oh so pleasurable.
“Ok, that’s enough,” she said with a quick bit of finality. I was confused. Was this part of their game? I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say anything, she would know it was me!
“Come HERE,” she pleaded, pushing her ass and her pussy upward. She didn’t mean…
“Get that big beautiful cock inside me now!”
Fuck. I seriously wondered if I could go through with this. I couldn’t. “Get back here and play with my pussy!” she yelled.
I hesitantly got up on the bed. Should I maybe just finger her a little bit and then run away? I reached out and tenuously played with her folds a bit. She was absolutely dripping. As I hesitated, having a crisis of conscience, she turned around, ripped off her blindfold, and yelled at me “Goddamit Alex, I need you to fuck me!”
I was dumbstruck. “Wait, you knew?”
“I knew the minute you walked in the door. We can talk about it later, right now, I need you to take those pants off and fuck me like you’re angry!”
I went on almost autopilot. I knew I was going to hell but didn’t care. Maybe I would run away after this night too. I shucked my pants, leaving them on the ground, and threw my shirt right next to it. I had to fuck. Had to. My cock was painfully swollen and leading me, and it needed relief. It needed to be inside a pussy so bad. I quickly guided my aching prick to her slit. I pushed in about two inches, intending on opening her up slowly, but she was having none of it, quickly pushing back with all her might and slamming her ass against my pubic bone. I had to clench my butt to avoid cumming again, the thrill of her pussy and the quick envelopment was so incredible. She was tight and burning hot, but not in that manner of inexperienced tightness I still frequently found with college girls.
Her pussy fit like an absolute glove, so perfect I seriously felt like I was in something that was molded for me. Realizing what she wanted, I pulled back and slammed home like I was trying to punch a hole in her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. I reared back and did it again, and again, and got into an aggressive, crazy wanton rhythm. I grabbed on to her hips and began pulling her into me harder, trying to get every last millimeter of my length into her. “Oh fuck, drill me deep just like that! Punish my slutty fucking pussy!” she screamed.
God, I had only known a little bit, it seemed. This woman was fucking crazy in bed.
How on earth did my dad pass this up? Only 2 minutes in, it seemed, and we were absolutely rutting like animals. I was attempting to plow her so wide open that I was actually hurting my pubic bone slamming into her ass. I was in absolute heaven. I was just trying to hold out and make it good for her
“I need to feel you claim me!” she suddenly spat out. Wait, what? I almost stopped. What was she talking about?
“Cum in me! It’s your fucking pussy now, so claim it!”
I was bewildered and had a million questions, but the only thing I could think of at the moment was finishing what I started. I resumed fucking her for all I was worth, and Andrea started unleashing a torrent of dirty talk the likes of which I’d never heard before.
“Fuck, Alex, fuck me with that big hard thick amazing cock of yours! Fuck me, fuck me. I need to feel you fuck me. I need you to fucking fill me. I need to feel your cum filling me. I need it so bad. It’s your fucking pussy now, I need you to claim it and make it yours from now on. Fucking fill me baby, cum in me! Give me every last drop of spunk in those beautiful balls, fucking fill my pussy and she’ll be yours forever
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