nasty stepdad!boyd fowler…
your mom’s boyfriend is a real weirdo who is way more interested in his adult “stepdaughter” than he ever should be.
sorry abt this depravity, i was having horny thoughts about this concept and just had to channel them…
cw dead dove content!! stepcest, extremely dubious consent, manipulation, he makes you give him head (it’s “offscreen” but maybe i’ll write abt that another time lol) implied somno
your mom had a history of choosing bad boyfriends, you had always told her as much, but her most recent one was on another level entirely. even though he only came into your life after you were a fully grown adult and despite not even actually being married to your mom, boyd insisted that you referred to him your stepdad. he said that it, “made him feel like he was a part of the family.”
the longer he had been seeing your mom, the weirder things got between you two. at first it was just small things, like boyd staring at you a little too long when you walked around the house, or touching you when he really didn’t need to. when you two were alone in the kitchen he liked to stand between you and wherever you needed to go so that you’d have to squeeze by him, rubbing your ass against his cargo shorts.
as time went on, things began to escalate. boyd started “accidentally” barging into the bathroom while you were showering, or opening your door without knocking, clearly trying to catch you in a compromising position. he began to steal your used panties from your hamper while you were gone, only to return them to your room covered in pearly white stains.
when other people were around boyd kept himself under control, but he had no qualms about letting you see how much of a depraved pervert he was, he wasn’t ever trying to hide it. it’s not as if you didn’t find him attractive, there was something about him in all of his sleaziness that turned you on despite yourself, but he was your mom’s boyfriend, your “stepdad” for god’s sake. there was absolutely no reason he should be pulling these stunts.
you told him as much one day that you two were in the house alone, but he didn’t care. he reached out to hold your cheek in his hand patronizingly, “sweetheart, i don’t really give a damn about what’s right or wrong. heaven forbid a man shows some love to his stepdaughter.” he chuckled as if it was something trivial and silly.
you slapped his hand away, grimacing, “what the hell is wrong with you? i’m going to tell my mom.” you turned to walk away but boyd grabbed your shoulder, spinning you back around to face him.
“i don’t think so,” boyd squeezed your shoulder harshly, making you wince, “who do you think she’s gonna believe? her loving boyfriend, or her kid who seems to have had it out for all of the men she’s ever been with?” he cockily raised his eyebrows. you hated it but he was right, all it would do was cause more tension in the already strained relationship you had with your mother.
boyd licked his lips, relishing in your defeated expression. “all i’ve done since i came into this house is help you and your mother. i mean, my job picking up roadkill pays for more of this place than hers does, so—” he paused to look you up and down, “i think it’s time that you show a little gratitude to your stepdad.”
you just stood there aghast for a moment, your mouth ajar. boyd stared at you expectantly, but when he saw you clearly weren’t taking the hint, he pulled off his belt, pushing his shorts down his thighs so that he stood there in his plaid boxers. he then used the hand on your shoulder to push you down onto your knees in front of him, “go on then,” he urged.
from that day onwards, things were never normal between you two. sure, when your mom was around he acted like he always did, a slightly strange and offputting but nice enough guy, though when you were alone with him it was a different story. boyd went out of his way to make sure that you would have more moments alone together, which is why his visits to your bedroom began.
it happened quite often, at least a few times a week. boyd would wait until everyone else fell asleep to quietly slink into your bedroom, entering without so much as a knock. sometimes you were asleep, sometimes his entrance woke you up, it didn’t matter to him; either way, he was going to do what he came here to do.
boyd would silently slip under your sheets and nestle up behind you, feeling over your body in the dark to pull down your sleep shorts and panties. he didn’t care to work you open with his fingers first, he’d just spit on his hand and use that to lubricate his cock. then he’d push into you, resting his chin on your shoulder.
his breath would tickle your ear in puffs as he thrust into you, a hand wrapped around your torso to keep you steady, or lifting up your thigh to allow him better access. he never lasted long like this, and he didn’t have any interest in helping you orgasm either. after only a few minutes of lazily pumping into you, he’d come with a grunt, his cock pulsing against your walls.
after he was done he’d give himself a minute or so just to let himself go soft inside of you before pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts. only then would he say something to you, usually a, “goodnight kid,” with a kiss to your cheek before he left you in your dark room, his seed slowly seeping out of you.
