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AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Punished and Humiliated for Teasing StepDaddy in My Latex Bodysuit

SUBTITLE: A short pseudoincest erotica story with humiliation and latex kink.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

All rights reserved.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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WORD COUNT: 5100 words

My three favorite things are Instagram, shopping and pissing off my stepdad. Whenever it's possible to do them at the same time, I'm always happy.

For example, when I was heading to college this semester, I swiped one of his cards and I've been using it to buy the most unnecessary things I see on Instagram. There're hundreds of texts from him that I'm not planning to open.

If he was mad enough, he would have gone to the bank and blocked the card, right?

Exactly. I resist the urge to cackle evilly because I'm in public.

The flight is simultaneously longer and shorter than I expected it to be, and soon enough, I'm off the plane, trying to hail a taxi.

It's spring break so I'm choosing to surprise my mom and him by flying back home-using his card to pay for my flight, of course. If I close my eyes, I can imagine steam coming out of his ears.

“Hey Mom!” I cheer when she opens the front door.

My mother is clearly surprised but overjoyed to see her precious daughter. “Mandy! You didn't even tell me you were coming home.”

“Yeah, well,” I wave a hand before melting into her hug. “It was pretty last minute.”

“I suppose that's why you used my card again.”

There it is. Richard Jameson, my mother's husband. He used to be a pro tennis player, until he retired and took up coaching. All that to say, he's pretty fit-not that I've been looking or anything.

“Oh, that was yours?” I say with mock innocence, looking at him from over my mom's shoulder. “Since you changed my last name to yours, I didn't look too closely at it. Oops.”

“Cut the crap, Mandy,” he sneers. “I know you do this on purpose.”

“Now, now, Richard. Calm down,” my mom cuts in to mediate, and the hug ends. “She's just a girl. I made a lot of mistakes when I was her age.”

Richard looks about ready to pop a blood vessel. “That's not what's going on here. She's twenty-two… she knows exactly what she's doing.”

“Are you saying I'm a liar?” I cry with the most ridiculous pout. I'm actively fighting a wide grin. “I would never! What do I stand to gain from that?”

My mom nods. “Exactly. Now come in, dear. Take your bags upstairs and rest, all right?” She closes the front door. “I'll order takeout for you. Indian?”

Cooking has never been her strong suit, and I mostly grew up on takeout and cereals. Not that I'm really complaining. After all, she managed to bag not one but two men who could cook and were rich-my father, and then her new husband. All I'm trying to do is be like her.

I practically skip up the stairs, pausing only to throw Richard a sly smirk. “Yes, Mom. Indian food is still my favorite.”

It fills me with joy to see Richard's glare follow me.

My room is exactly the same way I left it, and I take the chance to roll around in my citrus laundry detergent-scented sheets. Ah… I definitely missed this.

There's only so much rolling around and doom-scrolling a girl can do, though, so eventually, I get up. My mom usually has some kind of fresh fruit juice in the fridge. She's really into the whole calorie counting, keto diet, yoga health nut thing. I'm not a fan, but it gets me the best freshly pressed orange juice ever, so I won't be complaining.

I go off to get some, but of course that's when I overhear my mom and her husband having a semi heated conversation.

“Darling… I don't know about this…” My mom's voice drifts upwards. I pause at the top of the stairs, shifting to the side so I'm out of sight.

“Look, we don't have to do anything. I know you only asked because you were curious and…” Richard is talking too. He sounds more nervous than I've ever heard him.

“And because I saw your browser history,” my mom finishes.

Which… wow. That's pretty serious.

“Look, I know it's weird. And I didn't want to pressure you into something you weren't interested in.”

What is this mystery porn category my stepdad is into? God I hope he's not secretly gay or some shit like that. Or maybe he's into pegging?

My mother sighs. “I looked it up, you know. Apparently it's called a latex kink. And I… don't mind it. As long as you're only watching and not paying for some cam girl's streams and there's no other woman.”

The way she speaks, you'd think she was the breadwinner here. But no, it's all my dad's wealth, plus Richard.

The doorbell rings, which means the food is here. But more importantly, a devious idea comes to mind. I creep back to my room and pick up my smartphone.

What better way to get on Richard's nerves than to get myself a latex bodysuit?

I'm smiling all through dinner, telling my mom all about the shit I've seen in college this semester. One of our professors got fired because he got two students pregnant. A frat house burned down. Someone snuck their pet python into the dorms and got three people killed.

Richard's face goes slack the more I speak, and I can't blame him. Heck, I was freaked out several times by the sheer ridiculousness of the semester. And it's not even over yet.

My mom is entranced as I speak. “Wow, Mandy,” she comments. “My college days weren't nearly as interesting.”

Richard side eyes me. “I bet you were doing some crazy stuff too.”

I blink at him, the picture of innocence. “Me? Just studying and socializing. A few parties here and there, but nothing too wild.”

“Ah… I remember my party days,” my mom seems wistful. “That's how I met your father, you know.”

Now that's a story I don't like to hear. I've barely recovered from losing him and her remarrying.

But…

But the story makes Richard downright uncomfortable. He absolutely hates to hear about my dad. My mom damn near doesn't shut up about the fact that if he hadn't passed away, she wouldn't have looked in his direction once.

He clears his throat. “Right. Uh… so about this weather,” he says, trying to change the subject.

My mother and I share a glance. My grin is probably insane. “Yes, the weather.”

Mom nods. “It's very… weathery.”

We burst into cackles.

In the back of my mind, all I can think of is how I will get to frustrate the hell out of him very soon. In my mind's eye, I can almost see Richard's face turning red as smoke pours out of his ears like a cartoon character.

I can hardly wait.

It takes four days. In that time, my mother has gone to spend some time with her sister who just gave birth, I crashed Richard's favorite car 'accidentally', and got a new tattoo right across my tits.

It says 'Good girl'. There aren't enough words to describe how pleased I was when Richard tried to yell at me about his car and caught sight of the tattoos when I leaned forward slightly. He clammed up extremely fast, and asked me to get out of his sight.

“By the way, something came for you in the mail,” he says, just as I reach the top of the stairs. “I left it in front of your door.”

Fucking finally.

The suit is more of a romper. It's bright pink, and with my bright blonde hair and baby face, I know exactly what kind of effect it'll create.

“Oh, it comes with oil,” I remark. There's also a small card in the box with instructions on how to put it on. “How thoughtful.”

Once I've stripped, I begin applying the oil to myself. It’s cold, but it’s not as bad as I expected it to be. I rub it on my arms first, giving them a sleek, shiny look.

But, once my hands have the oil on them, they are slick, which makes squirting the oil and holding the bottle that much harder. I glimpse my reflection out of the corner of my eye, and I can't help but smirk. It'll come together all right.

I manage to squirt the oil on my hands so that I can rub it on my chest. The cold feeling gives me a shiver when I rub it over my breasts. It’s a cold enough feeling that my nipples become hard, which deepens the red shade of my face.

Next is my legs, which are much easier. At the card's direction, I make sure to even get between my toes, which tickles me slightly. It's surprisingly difficult to finish the job since I have to rub my back.

Still, I figure it out. While rubbing the oil on my butt, I rub in my crotch gently, making sure it’s rubbed in by taking more time. I bite my lip at the sensation.

The bodysuit is in the shape of a human body, like a shiny person’s skin. It also looks extremely tight.

“How am I supposed to-” I wonder aloud as I stretch the neck hole. “Huh.”

I step a single foot inside, eyes widening as it slides in with no problems. I sit on my bed for the next bit, holding the latex open as I slide my other foot inside.

Once both feet are in, I begin to pull the latex up my legs. It slides up and the neck hole is quite tight on my body, but it seems to keep stretching as wide as my body becomes. I have a little trouble around my butt, but that’s because I'm not very good at wiggling into tight clothing.