My parents separated when I was around ten years old. This really disturbed my mother who quickly – too quickly probably – got into a relationship with another man. This guy, named Vincent, was very nice at first and seemed to make her happy even if no one understood why my mother had chosen him. With his bad boy look, he didn't have the same style as her at all. Always wearing questionable jeans, he sported a spider web tattooed on his shaved head and various symbols of Norse mythology on his arms and torso. At ten years old, he scared me a little. Very sporty, he liked to show off his muscular, very lean body and he had the habit of walking around in boxers or underwear whenever my mother was not at home. This often made me uncomfortable but, I must admit, also disturbed me a little. As a teenager, it happened more and more often that I would sneak glances at his crotch and sometimes, in the evening in my bed, I would caress myself when I saw him lying on the sofa again, his package clearly in evidence. I knew he was very into sex because almost every night I heard noises and moans coming from their room. I regularly went to put my ear to the door and heard Vincent insult my mother: - Say that you are my little slut. - Yes, she replied, I am your good slut and I love how you fuck me. Shocked and excited at the same time, I masturbated while listening to them and then, when the pleasure rose, I silently ran to my room to relieve myself in a Kleenex. As the months and years passed, their relationship became more complicated and the arguments multiplied to the point that my mother, I felt, made sure to spend as little time as possible at home. One day, she told us that she had to leave for three days for professional reasons and I found myself alone with my “father-in-law”. I was fifteen then. When I got home from school, I did my homework as usual. He in turn came home from work and, unsurprisingly, undressed. He was wearing, I remember very well, white boxers with navy blue stitching and a blue/white/red belt. After dinner, he announced to me: - This evening, since we're among guys, we're going to do guy things, that is to say watch a nice video with a good beer. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and I followed him into the living room. At that time, we still rented DVDs and he took a disc out of his backpack and slipped it into the player. - It's what ? I asked. - Surprise, my Coco! he replied with a big smile. The suspense was short-lived. As soon as the credits appeared, I understood: “Unspeakable memories of a cat in heat”. - A good little porn, that's all real, right? I had difficulty swallowing my mouthful of beer. In the 90s, there was no internet and at that time I had only secretly looked through a few charm magazines, like playboy, which was already a tremendous source of excitement. But, there… watching porn with my stepfather…! He sat down next to me on the sofa, took his beer with one hand and placed the other directly on his package which he began to knead gently. I pretended to concentrate on the screen but out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but watch him making himself feel good. - You should make yourself comfortable, he said. We are among ourselves. I turned my head towards him. He looked at the image but added: - I know very well that you are a little pervert, like me. Do you think ...

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