This is how I spent the afternoon pegging my sissy boy step-dad.
When I came home I didn’t plan on pegging my step-dad. I was home from college on spring break. Like most college kids the bulk of my time was spent trolling the bars and partying with my friends. After a long night of partying, I finally made it back to my mom’s house for some much-needed rest.
I finally made it home around 1 pm. Since it was the middle of the workday I was confident I would be able to have a shower and a nice long nap without my mom or step-dad giving me shit about staying out all night. After a quick shower, I made my way down the hall to my bedroom. As I passed my mom and stepdad’s bedroom, I heard a strange noise. My blood ran cold as I stopped and listened trying to figure out what noise was and where it was coming from. I held my breath as I listened to the sounds of loud panting and moaning coming from behind my mother’s bedroom door. I had found where the noise was coming from, but that didn’t do anything to ease my mind. It was the middle of the day. I should be the only one in the house and there sure as shit shouldn’t be anyone in my mother’s bedroom.
I pulled my towel tighter against my naked body, took a deep breath for courage and burst into my mom’s bedroom. I was relieved that I didn’t bust in on a robber, but what I found in that room brought me no measure of comfort. There on the bed laid my step-dad, Ron, sprawled on the bed wearing a pair of crotchless panties, black thigh-high stocks, and the black lace bra that my mom saved for special occasions. Ron was jerking his cock through his panties and trying to work one of his chubby fingers into his ass, but his fat flabby arms couldn’t quite reach it. For a few moments, I stood there gobsmacked, entirely silent watching my fat little sissy step-dad play with his tiny cock. Ron was so lost in what he was doing that he didn’t notice that I was there. After a few moments of soaking in Ron’s image, I started laughing. I had always suspected Ron was a punk-ass sissy boy, but I never expected this! The sound of my laughter brought Ron back into the present. Seeing me standing there wearing nothing but a towel made him turn beet red. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but it was too late I had already seen too much. “Katrina,” he stammered, “what are you doing home?” The indignation in his voice made me laugh even harder. “I came home to sleep off a hangover,” I replied, “the real question is what are you doing wearing mom’s good bra?” Ron sputtered and stammered looking for some answer but being caught in the act had him tongue-tied.
Watching my sissy boy step-dad squirm, I was suddenly hit with a bolt of inspiration. I let my towel fall to the floor, exposing my wet naked body. Ron backed up on the bed, still trying to hide his shamefully tiny cock and panties behind his hands. I walked towards Ron and said “I’ve always known that you were a nasty sissy boy. Now I’m going to tell mom. Ron’s eyes got big as he pleaded with me not to say anything to my mother. “If you don’t want me to say anything to my mom, you’re going to have to do everything that I say.” I cooed as I climbed into the bed with Ron. I pushed Ron’s sissy ass back onto the bed and laid on top of him. My warm wet skin pressed up against my mom’s lace bra and his hairy chest. Ron wrapped his arms around me and tried to grab my ass. I wrestled his arms away from me. Straddling Ron and pinning his arms above his head, I made it clear that the little sissy wasn’t allowed to touch me like that. I could see Ron was trying to resist the urge to suck my perky pink nipples into his mouth as of hovered over his face. I reached into the nightstand on my mom’s side of the bed and pulled out a beautiful pink box. I opened the box and pulled out my mom’s 7-inch vibrator. “Have you ever taken cock before sissy Ron?”, I asked. A red-faced Ron shook his head no. “But you’ve always wanted to take cock haven’t you sissy Ron.” I asked. Ron’s chubby face nodded an enthusiastic yes. I slid down Ron’s body and spread his legs. “If you don’t want me to tell mom about your sissy dress-up sessions, you’re going to have to take cock for me, Ron,” I said. I pulled the slit in Ron’s crotchless panties wide to expose his tight pink asshole. Slowly I began to work the vibrator into Ron’s fat pink ass. Sliding it in an inch at a time, he groaned and wiggled as I penetrated him. Ron’s tiny cock was standing at attention and dripping as I working the cock in and out of his asshole. It didn’t take long for him to begin begging me to let him touch his tiny cock. I refused to let Ron touch himself as I fucked him deep and slowed with my mother’s vibrator. I turned the vibrator on high as I made a final thrust into Ron’s now gaping hole. With that final thrust, Ron’s tiny cock exploded all over his chest and my mom’s good bra.
From that day on I knew that Ron was going to be my sissy bitch. Throughout college, I never wanted for anything Ron always made sure that I was well taken care of.
