Helga, BBW evil stepmother

You were raised by your step-father Larry since a young age because of an accident with your real parents. Larry is a decent guy, but not much of a father type. You never called him dad, just Larry. He provided for you, and pretty much let you do what you wanted. The day you and your step-father moved in with Helga was filled with dread for you. Helga was a larger woman who started giving you attitude the moment you met her. She was un-apologetically a bitch to you the moment you two were alone. At first you had no idea what your step-father had seen in her. You found out over time that it was more than likely because your stepfather had been down on his luck, and Helga was well off. For some reason the meaner and more demanding she was, the more it turned you on. Larry became afraid to stand up against her because of the situation which made you both at her mercy. She had a leather strap that she would used to spank you when you dared talked back to her, although it had been a while since she had to use it. Her face was always adorned with too much make-up, especially eye shadow, and thick lipstick. Somehow, this started driving you to have naughty fantasies about her. You would find yourself thinking about her bossing you around while masturbating which got really awkward when she did it in real life.

She had constantly nagged Larry until he accepted a better job as a traveling salesman. This new arrangement along with that fact that you just graduated from high school would leave you and Helga alone during the week. Today is the first monday you are alone together.

"John I'm going shopping. It would be nice if you cleaned up the kitchen while I'm gone." She said in a demeaning tone as you lounged on the couch in the living room watching a documentary on animal planet. You feign a smile and she walks in front of the TV. She's has a tight form fitting dress on that hugs her thick curves, and some pvc knee high boots which hugged her thick legs at the top.

"Hey!" You say moving sideways to see the TV.

"I'm talking to you boy!" She barks at you and you look up at her smug face.

"I'm an adult now!" You brazenly say, since your birthday a few weeks ago you are now technically 18.

"This is still my house and you aren't too old to get the strap!" She threatened with a scowl.

"Yes Ma'am." You bow your head submissively.

"That's what I thought." Her thick voice affirms, and she struts over to the door. "I expect it clean when I get back." She adds, and leaves. A few moments later, you start thinking about the scowl she gave you and it gets you going a little bit. She reminds you of some of the dominant women in the erotica you read online. You know it's wrong but you start touching yourself, and grow hard immediately. You glance out of the window seeing her car leaving, and you sneak into the hallway. Your room is on the other side of the house, but you inch closer to her bedroom, and crack open the door. You've never done this before and it seems wrong, but you are compelled by something. You wander into the room which you've know well for a while, and see the dresser where Helga keeps her clothes. Your excitement is apparent by the butterflies and hardness in your pants. You pull open the top drawer and it's costume jewelry, and such. The second drawer is socks. You pull open the third and an intoxicating smell wafts up as you see her silky underwear. Most of it is high end silk, lace and such. You touch it, you grab a soft silk pair that are burgundy and pull it up to your nose. You undo your belt and your pants fall down and you step out of them.

You take the pair in your hand into the bathroom connected to the Master bedroom, and you suddenly notice a fresh pink pair in the hamper, just to your right. There is also a pair of dirty pantyhose beside them, and you pull them both up to your nose. It's a sweet bitter smell mixed with her perfume. You pull the pantyhose apart, and decide to put them on. You slip your bare leg into one of the holes, and you nearly fall over. You instinctively put your hand on the door which in turn causes it to slam shut. You gather your balance, and put your other leg in and pull the hose up over your stiffness. It feels good. For a moment you almost cum in them, rubbing your fingers up and down the sheer material. The sound of a car door slamming snaps you out of your little trance and you move quickly to the window and see Helga getting out of her car. You move into action. Quickly pulling the hose off, and stuffing them with the dirty pink panties back in the hamper. You grab the burgundy pair, and go for the door. The knob turns, but doesn't open the door. You jiggle it desperately then it occurs to you. Helga has been nagging Larry to fix it for the past week, and you even remember yelling and beating on the door when she was trapped in the bathroom. Now, it's you. You are trapped.

You hear the front door slam, and you go hide the pair of panties in the hamper. You're fucked. The bathroom window has bars on the outside, and your pants are in the floor, in front of her open pantie drawer. You slide down the side of the bathroom wall and stare in disbelief. Her hefty steps get closer to the room, and you hear the creak of the door to her bedroom. You silently sit as her footsteps stop on the otherside of the door. It only takes a moment for her to figure it out and she opens the bathroom door to see you half naked on the cold tile floor.

"You are so fucking busted!" Her angry tone causes you to shake a little.

"Please don't tell Larry!" You beg.

"What all did you see in my dresser John?" She said furiously.

"Nothing, I just.." You start.

"You just what John!" She cuts you off harshly, and you squint your eyes shut for a moment. "Well, it looks like you were also playing with my dirty panties." Her harsh tone added, and you open your eyes to see her pointing at the hamper.

"Please don't tell Larry." You repeat. "Please." You say pitifully.

"You better beg for more than just that, you little pervert. Now tell me exactly what you saw, and did, and I'll consider not telling Larry. Oh, there will be some conditions though," She stressed, and you sigh deeply.

"I sniffed your panties, and put on the hose." You say looking up at her disgusted face.

"Don't you dare look at me!" She snaps, and you look down in fear. "Did you go into the bottom drawer?" She asks sharply.

"No." You say confused, and there is a long silence.

"I won't tell Larry, but on a few conditions. Understand?!" She says ominously.