Rebel Promiscuous Boy & the Stepdad - Part 1: A Hoe on Fire
Sex is like a rollercoaster of pleasure and a pinch of pain – the wild ride that keeps you coming back for more.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling countryside. Billy Bob, my mom’s latest beau, had become an unexpected fixture in our lives. The truck rattled and groaned down the dirt road leading to our house.
“We should head to the lake this weekend, do some fishin’. You and me,” Billy suggested, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Your mom mentioned you like campin’. How ’bout we rough it for a couple of days, like real men?”
“Sure, I don’t mind getting away for a few days,” I replied.
Arriving home, chaos greeted us in the form of Billy’s overenthusiastic fur babies, their muddy paws making a beeline for my new white shorts.
“Down, down!” I hollered, trying to push ’em away.
“They’re just excited to see their brother, Josh,” Billy reassured, unloading groceries from the truck.
“Excited or not, my clothes didn’t sign up for a mud spa,” I muttered, darting into the bathroom to salvage my soiled shorts.
Stripping down to my white briefs, I plunged the shorts into the sink in the washroom.
“It’s just dirt; don’t get all worked up,” Billy’s voice drifted in from the doorway, a nonchalant remark that pricked my nerves.
My gaze snapped in his direction, a silent comeback brewing on my tongue. Before I could respond, the ring of a phone spared Billy Bob from my impending verbal onslaught.
I glimpsed Billy in the mirror, his gaze drifting down to my legs and then to the bulge barely contained by my low-cut briefs.
My mother had a penchant for younger men, and Billy was just days away from his 30th birthday. Something was captivating about how he eyed me with his electric green gaze. I was 100 percent sure he was sending fuck smoke signals. Mom wouldn’t mind if I cared for Daddy while she was on her cruise. Pretty sure she was feasting on many cock-tails.
“Are you there?!” The voice barked over the phone.
“Yeah... Yeah, sorry,” he replied, pacing the hallway before ending the call. “That was work. Gotta head in for a few to take care of a few things,” he said, stuffing his hands in his tight jeans.
“Where’re y’heading tonight?” I padded to the dryer, lightly grazing his arm.
“The Riverfront. Your ma’s away, so it’ll be just you here,” he drawled, propping against the wall with a sly smile.
“I’m a grown man, capable of takin’ care of myself,” I teased, tossing my shorts into the dryer with a playful twinkle in my eye.
Billy’s eyes drifted down to my crotch. “You reckon?” His arm playfully blocked my exit, and his gaze roamed over me, a subtle curl to his lips.
“Maybe,” I replied with a coy grin, feeling excited.
“No parties. Keep the doors locked. Don’t drink all my beers,” Billy said, crossing his arms.
“Ok… Dad.” I joked.
“Damn right, I’m your Daddy,” he chuckled. “If you go out, be home by midnight, or that ass is mine.”