Charlene took a drag on her cigarette as we sat swinging our legs on the playpark swings. We’d been given the rest of the day off from school for study time. It was a gorgeous spring day and we were wearing just our school shirts and grey skirts. I didn’t see the point of studying. Studying never got you anywhere. Charlene would be going home to study though. She kept talking about getting out of here. She took another drag then turned to us.

“My Mum’s pregnant again.”

To be honest, none of us gave much of a reaction. Charlene had four brothers and sisters already, each with a different father. The dads never hung around too long. It was news, but not much of a surprise.

“What’s the new boyfriend like?”

“He’s a prick who loves himself.”

Charlene scowled though she actually thought he was alright but far too young for her mum. Charlene didn’t want to be anything like her Mum. She had had to drop out of school at sixteen to have Charlene and despite having worked her fingers to the bone for seventeen years, working two jobs to put the food on the table and a roof over their heads, all Charlene saw was a woman too stupid to finish school and who fell for one loser after another. Each of them had left every time they realised a baby gets in the way of the sex.

“Do you reckon this one will stick around?”

“Fuck knows. They had a party last night to celebrate the announcement, all hugs and kisses but I mean, there’s five of us already. God knows where we’ll all fit.”

Charlene planned to finish school but what happened then, she didn’t know. She would love to get her exams and escape but she knew she couldn’t leave her mum with all her brothers and sisters.

“Anyway, losers. I’m gonna head home and maybe do a bit of revision for these exams.”

The rest of us just laughed and gave her the finger. Stacey flicked her cigarette on the ground and slid off the roundabout and said she was gonna head off too.

~~~

Charlene let herself back into the flat. It was nice to have the place to herself. She looked at the clock. It was only just past midday so she had a few hours before anyone would be home from school. She planned to just chill out on the sofa and read her history notes. She tugged off her tie and dumped it along with her school bag in the hall and headed into the kitchen.

She rummaged through the kitchen cupboards, searching for something to eat. She pulled a couple of slices of bread from the bag and slotted them into the toaster. While the bread was toasting, she searched for the jam. After opening all the cupboards she finally saw it up on the top shelf. Cursing, she reached up, trying to grab it with her fingers. On tiptoes, she managed to nudge the jar closer to the edge but just as she reached to grab it, it fell. The lid wasn’t on the jar properly and while she managed to catch the jar before it dropped to the floor and smashed, a clump of red strawberry jam had splattered on her white blouse.

Cursing silently, she unbuttoned the blouse and tugged it off. She ran the tap to soak it before the stain spread. It was only when she turned the tap off that she heard the floorboard squeak. Turning around, she gave a scream in shock at her mum’s new boyfriend, Damien standing leaning against the door frame.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she cried. “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”

He just laughed and took a step into the kitchen.

“I could ask the same thing about you.”

His hand rubbed the stubble on his chin as he slowly ran his eyes over her.

“Are you bunking off classes? You’re such a naughty girl, Charlene.”

Charlene stood, feeling very vulnerable wearing just her bra and a short skirt and panties.

“I should just go and get changed.”

She started to sidle over towards the door, trying to keep the same distance from him but he stood, blocking her way.

“There’s no need to rush off...” He paused at the sound of the toast popping up. “... Just finish your breakfast.”

He reached his hand out and traced her cheek with his forefinger, scooping up a drop of jam from her face. He sucked his finger, not breaking eye contact.

“You know, I look at you and wonder if your mum looked as good as you when she was seventeen. It's always so nice to see you here.”

Charlene swallowed. Despite herself, she felt a dampness ooze into her knickers at his words. The truth was, she’d fancied him too. She’d lain in bed at night with her hand in her knickers, fingering herself to a silent orgasm as she listened to him fucking her mum through the bedroom wall.

He was good looking and he knew it. The muscle tee-shirt he wore did nothing to hide the pecs and the tattoos. She could smell his aftershave, the same one she’d sprinkled on her pillow one time to imagine him beside her. And now here he was, stroking her cheek.

“Your Mum isn’t going to be home for hours, Charlene.”

His honeyed words whispered bad thoughts into her head. He was too young for her mum. She knew in her bones that he wasn’t going to stick around. And if he was going to leave anyway, what harm would it do? It’d be a waste otherwise.

But then reason kicked in. This was madness. He may as well be her stepdad. Her mum was pregnant and he was the father. She took a step.

“I need to go. I promised I’d meet my friends.”

His arm shot out, hand on the wall, his forearm blocking her way. She flinched back in alarm.

“I don’t think you realise what an effect you have on me, Charlene. You can’t just wander around the place dressed like that and not expect a reaction.”

He leant forward, eyes locked on hers. His big deep soulful brown eyes boring into her.

“Or were you looking for a reaction?”

Charlene slowly shook her head, not trusting the words that might come out of her mouth.

“You see, what’s in my kitchen is a little cock tease with a skirt so short it looks more like a belt and a lacy pink bra leaving very little to the imagination. So what am I meant to think?”

Charlene dropped her eyes. There was a visible bulge in his tracksuit bottoms. She licked her lips and swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt so dry. He was right. The bra did leave very little to the imagination. The demi cups just about stopped her boobs spilling out and the lacy trim gave it a sultry teasing look.

She flicked her eyes up again and stared at him. His eyes were hypnotic. Large dark irises that she could drown in.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

Charlene just shook her head slowly from side to side.

He pushed the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms down until they fell to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock sprang up.

Fuck, Charlene thought. She looked into his eyes again. He nodded, looking down at the ground. She swallowed. Her hand reached out, stroking the length, feeling it grow in her hand as she slowly pulled the foreskin back and forth. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto her knees.

His cock throbbed in front of her. She could see a bead of clear liquid oozing out of the tip. She looked up at him again, saw him staring impassively down at her. His hand reached out to press on the back of her head, to guide her face and mouth closer.

She opened her mouth and sucked the tip, tasted the salty drop of pre-cum as she heard him moan in the distance. She ran her tongue around the purple mushroom-shaped head. One hand grasped the shaft. It wasn’t the biggest cock she’d ever sucked but it was meaty. Her finger and thumb could just about touch as they wrapped around it.

She rubbed her hand back and forth as she sucked the head. She got a rocking motion going, swallowing the head and sliding her lips partway down the shaft before pulling back out again. His balls were heavy and dangled between his legs. Her other hand rolled and caressed them, feeling their weight.

She continued to wank his shaft as she pulled her head off his cock and ran her tongue along the length. Each time she got to the bottom of the shaft, she ran her tongue around his balls too. When his moans got louder, she kissed and sucked a testicle into her mouth, lightly tugging on it as her hand continued to wank his cock.

She kissed his way back up the shaft and swallowed the head. Gazing up at him, she rhythmically sucked more and more of him into her mouth. His fingers curled in her hair. The dark tresses were wrapped around his fingers. He started to move his hips. She knelt there as he began to fuck her face. She closed her eyes as he pushed his cock in deeper.

“Look at me, you little slut.”

His lips curled into a snarl as he fucked her mouth faster. There was drool running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. The glick glick glick sound as he fucked her throat filled the tiny kitchen. He pushed on her head, forcing his cock down her throat as her nose pressed against the curls of his dark brown pubes. He held her there, felt her struggle as tears began to run down her face.

He pulled her off him. She opened her mouth to draw in lungfuls of air as he slapped his cock against her cheeks, smearing her drool over her face.

“Fuck, you’re something else. Get up.”

He reached down and pulled on her upper arm to help her to her feet. He kissed her. She was shocked to realise they hadn’t kissed before now, even though she’d had his cock down her throat. They kissed passionately, tongues swirled, swapping spit as his fingers scooped her boobs out of the bra. He tugged and pinched them, laughing at her when she winced.

“You’re such a dirty slag.”

He turned her and pushed her face down onto the kitchen table. He flipped her skirt up and told her how cute her blue and white striped knickers were before tugging them down to her ankles.

She stepped out of one leg and shuffled her legs further apart as she felt him slide his cock between her legs. She knew this was out of control. She knew she should stop. She knew she shouldn’t fuck her mum’s boyfriend but she couldn’t help it.

When he pressed his cock to her pussy lips and felt him slide inside, she didn’t protest. She just sighed and groaned, “Fuck, yessss.”

It was a hard, dirty fuck. She gripped the edge of the table as he began to pound her. The slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh, his hips slapping against her arse was the only sound apart from their breathing. His fingers gripped her hips. He pulled her into him every time he thrust forward then pushed her away as he pulled out. His cock seemed to have grown as he fucked her. She felt so full. Her walls were stretched and she was sure the tip was battering against her cervix. She could feel the table creaking under the assault.

“Fuck you’re such a dirty fucking bitch.”

With a strangled cry, he came. She felt rope after rope of cum splatter her insides as he came deep inside her. Fuck, she was so close she thought. She tried to keep him going but he quickly softened and popped out. Her own fingers reached between her legs, frigging her clit to finish herself off.

He staggered back a couple of steps, tugging up his tracksuit bottoms. He watched her spasm as she came, the white creampie beginning to ooze out of her. Charlene bent down to retrieve her knickers and stepped back into them, catching his cum before it started to dribble down her legs. She straightened up and rearranged her skirt.

“This never happened. I mean, can you imagine your poor mum if she found out her daughter had seduced her boyfriend, the father of her child. It would devastate her. ”

Charlene glared at him.

“You’re such a fucking prick.”

He smirked.

“Think about it. She’ll dump me. But what about you? It’ll be all, 'How could she? Her own daughter.'”

Charlene opened her mouth to speak but he put his finger on her lips.

“But you could do, you did do and you’ll do it again too. Unless you want her to find out, you’ll do what I want when I want you.”

Just then, they both heard the sound of a key in the lock. Charlene quickly reached to grab a tee-shirt that was drying on the clothes rack and had only just pulled it on when her mum staggered into the kitchen, a heavy bag of shopping in each hand.

“Oh hello. I didn’t know you were here. Give me a hand with these.”

Both Damien and Charlene reached out and took a bag each as her Mum sat down wearily on a chair.

“So what have you two been up to?”

Charlene glanced at Damien who just smiled back.

“Nothing darling. I’ve just got up. I didn’t even know Charlene had got the morning off school.”

Charlene just shook her head and walked past him to go to her room.