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“Don’t you dare stop sniffing, you dirty little pervert.”

The shrill, angry, English-accented voice of Tom’s stepmother commanded him from above, and there was nothing he could do but obey.

After all, he was certainly in no position to do otherwise.

Rebecca had entered Tom’s father’s life, and by extension, his own, little over three months before. They’d met at some singles mixer and hit it off, and though Tom could certainly understand why his father’s eyes would’ve been drawn to the woman, it was difficult for him to grasp why things had gone beyond that.

On the one hand, she was tall, thin, and blonde, with clearly fake tits. On the other hand, she had the attitude of, well, a bit of a slag, though Tom would never dare say so to her face. Still, everything about her, from her tone to her actions to the fact that she’d married his father less than two months into knowing him…. It didn’t paint a very nice picture.

In fact, it painted a rather specific one.

A gold-digger.

Now it wasn’t that Tom’s father was super rich- just rather well-off, and in a position to continue being so, given his various successful business ventures and investments. Unfortunately, he was also lonely and desperate, which is why he clearly hadn’t seen the signs Tom had and instead thought he’d found the perfect woman.

Tom disagreed.

At least, most of the time.

The thing was, while he didn’t care all that much for Rebecca, let alone her clear intentions with his father, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t share some of the older man’s views. She was certainly something to look at, and on more than one occasion, Tom had toddled off to his room after spotting her lounging about in some outlandishly sexy outfit and started wanking off.

It was wrong, and he knew it, but what else could he do? It wasn’t as if many other women looked like her around, and Tom was young enough to be somewhat still controlled by his baser urges, especially where the opposite sex was concerned.

For the first month or so after Rebecca had moved in, Tom had managed to keep his actions rather secret, or at least he’d thought so. However, after a while, he began to grow a little bolder- that, or the universe was testing him, and he didn’t know it at the time, but it was setting him up to fail.

One afternoon, Tom had gone to throw the laundry on- one of his chores given the washer and dryer were by his room in the basement, and out of the corner of his eye, he’d spotted a pair of Rebecca’s knickers. They were rather hard to miss, and not simply by virtue of being the only women’s undergarments in the house.

They were small- Tom wasn’t sure they even qualified as a G-string, red, and quite damp.

Immediately, his mind began to wander to some rather depraved places. Places he’d never truly allowed himself to go until then.

He knew he shouldn’t have, but the opportunity had presented itself, and besides, who would ever know?

Within seconds, he dropped the basket, picked up the knickers, and ran off to his room.

Never in his life had he ever considered the possibility of doing something like this, something so clearly wrong and despicable, but the moment it fell in his lap, he couldn’t help himself.

Lying on his bed, Tom slid his cock out, placed Rebecca’s wet knickers over his face, and inhaled.

The scent that filled his nostrils was incredible, a mix of sweat, sex, and wetness, and Tom’s mind quickly conjured up visions of Rebecca herself. Of her big, sexy tits, taut, muscular legs, and incredible ass. His hand flew up and down the length of his shaft like it were possessed, stroking and jerking whilst he inhaled more and more of her exquisite scent.

Before he knew it, Tom exploded with an orgasm the likes of which he’d never experienced.

Then, as if it were all the most normal thing in the world, he cleaned himself up, gave the knickers another sniff, left his room, and put them and the rest of the laundry into the wash.

Amazing as it had all been, Tom told himself that was it. A one-off event, nothing more. And certainly never to be repeated- that would be wrong on so many levels. After all, this was his step-mother, his father’s wife, and while fantasizing about her was one thing, swiping her knickers to get off with quite another.

He managed to go three days without doing it again.

It would have been easy to blame the laundry basket, but, truth be told, Tom had actively dug through it this time, in a desperate search for Rebecca’s knickers, and when he found them- a pink pair this time- he once again ran off to his room to breathe them in and wank his cock.

Another incredible orgasm followed and, well, that was that. Tom was hooked.

For the next few weeks, he managed to keep his… proclivity under wraps. After all, the laundry was his job, and he always made sure to return the panties to the basket when he was finished. It would’ve been impossible for anyone to know just what he was up to.

At least, that’s what Tom thought.

One afternoon, though, he walked into the house after work, his father still out, and Rebecca’s familiar car- a gift from his father- was parked in the driveway. This wasn’t odd- the woman didn’t seem to work, and came and went whenever she pleased, usually being gone much of the day. The fact that she was home now should’ve been a clue, nay, a warning, but Tom didn’t think anything of it.

Not until he heard her call his name from the foyer.

Stepping inside, Tom spotted her seated upon the black leather sofa, and for a moment, he had to take a step back after catching sight of her.

Rebecca was wearing a tight black leather skirt that stopped just above her knees, a long-sleeved leopard-print top tied at the waist, with her cleavage on full display, and a pair of black heels. She looked up at him from behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and held a glass of red wine in one hand and a tablet in the other.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she began, and the unexpected term of endearment intrigued Tom. In her short time here, Rebecca had barely given him the time of day, and whenever she did, she usually used his full name, almost with a tone of disdain. Likely because he was a roadblock between her and his father’s money, even if she never said so.

Even so, Tom approached her, curious as to why she’d chosen to acknowledge him today of all days.

Then she flipped over the tablet and showed him the screen, and he immediately understood.

The image of her panties in his hand as he stepped towards his room was all that could be seen, and Tom’s jaw dropped in total shock at what he was seeing.

“Your father installed security cameras not long after we were married,” she continued, sipping her wine. “He was worried about thieves… I don’t think he expected his son to be one…”

Quickly, Tom began to sputter a response, confused, worried, and a myriad of other emotions. “I didn’t steal them,” he finally managed to say, although given the short list of reasons a man would swipe a woman’s knickers in the first place, that didn’t exactly help his cause.

“Oh, I know that,” Rebecca said, her tone sharp as her red nails. “And I know what you’ve been doing with them.”

She rose from the couch, her heels adding a solid inch and a half to her already tall frame, and Tom found he had to gaze up to meet her eyes. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you? Sniffing my filthy knickers and wanking your cock. Don’t bother denying it, I have pictures of that as well.”

Swiping her finger across the screen, Rebecca showed off picture after picture of Tom on his bed, cock in hand, and her panties on his face. He had no idea there was a camera in his room and, angry as he was at such an invasion of privacy, the fact that she had the pictures was enough to replace his rage with fear.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t be pleased if he saw this… He might even cut you off and throw you out for being such a filthy little pervert.”

Tom’s eyes widened. Much as he doubted his father would do such a thing, it was clear that Rebecca had all the cards in this hand. And she hadn’t even played her ace yet.

Placing the tablet on the couch, she returned to her seat and removed her glasses. “However, I think we can agree… On your knees.”

For a moment, Tom wasn’t sure he’d heard her, but Rebecca quickly pointed to the floor, and he immediately dropped to it. She smiled- a wicked smile which brought together her thick, red-painted lips. “Good boy.”

Then, much to his shock, she reached down and began to peel back her leather skirt ever so slowly, Tom’s eyes fixed on the reveal of her lovely legs a little bit at a time…

And then, she pulled the entire thing off, proudly showing off a pair of knickers Tom hadn’t seen before.

They were thin, black, and every similar to the other pairs he’d become… intimately familiar with. But there was one major difference- the crotch of these was almost completely see-through, made of a nylon-esque material that proudly showed off her smooth, shaven, and inviting snatch.

“You like sniffing, don’t you?” she said, knowing precisely where Tom was staring. “Then get to it.”

Wrong as it was- and it truly was, Tom couldn’t help himself. Weeks of sniffing her dirty knickers had more or less led him to this exact moment, and instinctively, he leaned forward, pressed his nose against Rebecca’s crotch, and inhaled deeply as possibly could.

It smelled amazing.

The scent of sex and sweat had been incredible enough on her knickers, but straight from the source? Words couldn’t describe the intensity of Rebecca’s musk, and it washed over Tom with each subsequent breath.

For her part, Rebecca kept his head in place with a single hand, sipping her wine with the other as if this were completely normal for her. “Yes, you like that, don’t you bitch? Sniffing my cunt like the perverted little dog that you are. Inhaling my scent, smelling all the cocks that have fucked it…”

Her words echoed out in Tom’s ears as he took another deep breath, and this time he could smell something else. Something familiar.

Cum.

After masturbating with her knickers as much as he had, he’d come to know the scent when he washed it off his hands. Only now it was mixed with hers, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Especially seeing as this new bit of knowledge was doing little to stop Tom’s cock from growing harder with every sniff.

“Do you know how many cocks your step-mommy has fucked since I married your father? So many… Big, juicy black cocks that fill my pussy so much better than your pathetic father’s… Not that it matters, he knows he’ll never get to fuck a woman as sexy as me…”

For the briefest of moments, the revelation that Rebecca was cheating on his father filled Tom with righteous anger, and more or less confirmed his suspicions about her… However, he wasn’t exactly in any position to do much about it, and, besides, by her own admission, his father seemed to be well aware that she was cuckolding him.

And somehow, that made him even harder.

“That’s right, baby… Mommy fucks so many real fucking cocks it’s crazy… In fact, pulls yours out. Let’s see if you’re anything like your father.”

Without stopping his continued inhalation of her wet cunt, Tom reached down and slipped his pants off, then his boxers, and before he knew it, his erect cock was set free.

However, if he thought that was a good thing, he was quite mistaken.

“My my, I think it’s even tinier than your father’s. Such a shame… At least you both have money; no woman would ever consider fucking something so useless and pathetic.”

Tom groaned at her words, as well as their insinuation about both his and his father’s cocks, but it was hard to maintain any despair as he continued to sniff her well-used cunt, as well as the sexy knickers covering it. Every breath filled his nostrils with her incredible scent, and his cock continued to throb, regardless of Rebecca’s continued taunts.

“Small and useless, nothing like the cocks that get to fuck me whenever they want… Real men with real cocks get pussy, boys with tiny dicklets must make use of Mommy’s soiled panties when they want to squirt…”

“Fuck…” Tom whispered, torn between his desire for her and her wicked words and a new desire to step back, to get away from this situation and everything it meant. Yet the moment he tried to pull away, Rebecca pushed his head right back in between her legs and held him there.

“Don’t you dare stop sniffing, you dirty little pervert.”

Unable to escape, and frankly, unwilling anymore, Tom did as she commanded, inhaling more and more of her sweet musk as her strong legs rose and wrapped around his head, locking him in place and freeing her other hand to pick up the tablet and, much to his horror, begin to record.

“That’s it, sniff away, baby… And start stroking that dicklet. I want you aching and leaking for me…”

Without a word, Tom did just that, grabbing hold of his erection and, as he’d done dozens of times before, began to wank it while the scent of Rebecca’s cunt filled his nostrils. It was all he could smell now, the only oxygen he required, a mix of sex, sweat, and other men’s cum.

Above him, Rebecca recorded and sipped her wine, relishing every moment of his abject submission, and so was Tom. Degrading as the whole experience certainly was, it was impossible to deny that he was enjoying this far more than he would’ve otherwise cared to admit.

“Wank that dicklet, edge it for Mommy… I want you to fill up those balls and drain them for my knickers…”

Groans and moans spilled out from between her luscious legs, Tom’s face drenched in sweat from the heat of her body as well as his continuous inhalation of her musk, let alone his masturbation. His head was beginning to ache, a light-headedness filling his mind alongside her scent, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

And still, Rebecca didn’t let up.

“Mmm, I wonder just how much spunk that little dicklet is going to squirt… More than your father? Less? Maybe it’ll be more than the black cock I fucked this morning… But I doubt it… His balls were bigger than your pathetic little knob!!!”

A cruel, slightly drunken laugh followed, and Tom kept on stroking, spurred on by her taunts and, perhaps, an inherent desire to prove her wrong. To blow a satisfactory load and show her that he was indeed a real man, regardless of what she seemed to think.

“Come on, baby, drain those fucking balls for me… I want to see you spurt. Sniff my knickers like the naughty little slut that you are and blow your load… I want to see it, and what Mommy wants, Mommy gets!”

Increasing his strokes, just as she increased the pressure around his head, practically smashing his face against her now rather damp panties- though if that were from sweat or her getting off on how easily she was controlling him, it was impossible to tell, Tom felt it coming. An orgasm the likes of which he’d yet experienced, even after all the previous times he’d sniffed her knickers.

Tom’s hand slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster, so close now, with a load he knew would impress Rebecca, and –

“Hands off!!”

Her legs opened up and set him free, but her command rang out, and in his dazed, cunt-afflicted mind, Tom obeyed, letting go of his cock just as the first few spurts of cum began to flow. The ache he’d felt before as small grew as pathetic drops squirted out, nothing at all like he’d envisioned, and nothing like anything he’d ever experienced before.

“Aww, such a sad little load,” Rebecca taunted, poking at his cock with the toe of her shoe and giggling at his ruined orgasm. “Just as I thought. Useless and pathetic…”

Tom groaned as the last few meagre drops of cum plopped out the tip of his cock and onto the floor, the scent of Rebecca’s cunt still lingering, much like the dampness of her crotch, now mixed with his own sweat, still covered his face. Tom struggled to breathe, longing for the scent that had been your oxygen for the last several minutes.

Switching off the tablet, Rebecca leaned over and took hold of his chin, bringing his reddening face up to look her in the eye. There was a hungry look in hers, though it was clear such hunger had nothing to do with his cock and everything to do with the control she’d proven she already had over him.

“Now, I know you don’t want your father or anyone else to see that video or those pictures of you, so let me explain how things will be from now on. Much like him, you are now my bitch. I own you, as well as that pathetic little thing hanging between your legs.”

Still gasping for breath, Tom could only nod, unsure of what else to say or if there were any words he could say.

And still, she wasn’t finished.

“I expect you to keep me in the lifestyle I’m accustomed to, and maybe, if you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, I’ll give you a treat in return.”

Rising from the couch, now truly towering over him, she smiled. “In fact, consider this your first one.”

Without another word, Rebecca slipped off her knickers, revealing her now glistening cunt in all its glory. Something Tom knew he would never have the luxury of experiencing in any meaningful way. Then she dropped them into the small puddle of cum in front of him and rubbed them with the tip of her shoe so that every last drop was mushed into the fabric.

“Pick those up, toddle off to your room, and wank your cock. I want you to make sure you can smell your own cum on them too… A pervert like you deserves nothing less.”

Tom sighed, reaching down to pick up the wet, cum-drenched knickers, only for Rebecca to take hold of his chin one more time and make sure he was looking at her before she spoke. “Say yes, Mommy.”

As wrong as everything else had felt, somehow, this felt worse.

And yet, what else could Tom do?

“Yes, Mommy.”

Rebecca let go of his chin and pushed him away with her heel. “Good boy. Now go and drain those balls for Mommy’s knickers… When I’m done with you, you’re going to be a good little pet just like your father.

Then she picked up her skirt, slid it back on, refilled her wine, and acted as if Tom wasn’t there.

After a moment, he sighed, pulled up his boxers and pants, picked up her knickers, and with his head hung low as could be, headed for his room to do just as she’d ordered.

All the while, a single truth seemed to echo out in his head. Something he had a feeling he would soon come to accept without question.

What Mommy wants, Mommy gets.

And she was going to make damn sure of that: one way or another.

 

The End.

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