Madison’s Lesson: 1

Madison knew her breasts were showing just the right amount — luscious and buxom without actually being indecent. She had deliberately worn a shorter skirt this morning so that he would constantly be aware of her legs as they drove. Madison liked showing off her body to Brett…

When Madison goes away with her stepfather Brett, she thinks it’ll be a fun weekend of spending her parent’s money and living in luxury. But Brett has other plans for Madison. He’s tired of her cruelty to her mother, and he’s determined to teach her a lesson. Besides, he’s lusted after her for years…

Madison’s Lesson: Chapter 1

[Madison’s Lesson contains non-consent erotica, fictional incest between adults, mind control, enslavement and forced breeding. All characters are fully fictional and over 18.]

Madison preened as she slid into the car next to her hot, older stepfather Brett.

She knew her breasts were showing just the right amount — luscious and buxom without actually being indecent. She had deliberately worn a shorter skirt this morning so that he would constantly be aware of her legs as they drove.

Madison liked showing off her body to Brett. She wanted him to lust after her and after the pleasures he couldn’t have. She wanted him to look at her and think about sex. He couldn’t do anything about it, of course, not given that he was married to her mother.

Madison liked to tease him and enjoyed the thought that he might be secretly frustrated.

She glanced into the back of the car as she smiled cheekily across at Brett in greeting.

‘Mom’s not here?’ she asked.

Madison always made her mom ride in the back when Madison was driving with them. Madison figured that her mother shouldn’t mind. Madison was her daughter, and daughters should get everything they want, shouldn’t they? Anyway, Madison was both prettier and funnier than her mother, so clearly the pride of place in the car belonged to her.

‘Lucy will be travelling separately,’ Brett said as he put the car into gear and headed out into the traffic. ‘You and I will arrive at dusk, and your mom will arrive later this evening.’

‘Travelling on her own?’ Madison asked with a mean lifting laugh in her voice. It was the same laugh she had perfected at school when she had been one of the head girls in her fashion clique. ‘You’d better hope she reads the map right. Mom can’t ever do anything!’

‘I happen to find Lucy very capable,’ Brett said, unsmiling as he drove towards the freeway that would take them to the beach house that he and his wife had rented for the long weekend.

‘Well, you’re the only one,’ Madison sneered, checking in the little mirror behind the sun visor to check her make-up. ‘Everyone else knows that Mom’s been useless for years.’

Madison kept Brett entertained on the long drive, flirting with him and making little jokes that sneered at her mother and sisters. Madison knew she was the most capable of the Fairchild women, and the most attractive too. She couldn’t think what had driven Brett to marry her mother ten years ago when Madison herself had just turned eighteen.

Hoping that Brett would admire her, Madison crossed her legs so that her skirt hiked up even higher. But he didn’t once so much as glance at her breasts or her legs, and she was miffed. What was the point of wearing such a revealing top if he wasn’t tortured continuously by what he couldn’t have?

Brett didn’t speak much on the drive, but Madison didn’t mind. It just showed, she thought, that she was entertaining him. She hoped there would be plenty of chances to swim and sunbathe at the beach. She had some very flattering new bikinis she wanted to flaunt in front of him. That would pay him, she thought viciously, for marrying such a boring woman as her mother.

When Brett did speak during the drive, it was to defend her mother in a soft but unyielding voice. Madison just laughed each time he did, and pulled her shoulders back to push her breasts forward in their revealing top — before always finding another mean joke to make about her sole surviving parent.

Her mother was the bane of her existence, and sooner or later Brett would realise what a mistake he had made in marrying her.

Madison had been trying to punish him for that for the last ten years. She had never understood and she still didn’t understand why a man as hot as Brett had tied himself to her mother, Lucy.

Madison was sure that this weekend was when he would finally take notice of her. She had decided that this mini-holiday was when she would finally get her revenge on him for marrying her mother, and simultaneously on Lucy herself for locking such a desirable man away where Madison herself couldn’t have him.

If Brett hadn’t married Lucy, Madison had often thought to herself, she could have had a fling with him. He could have been a sugar daddy, doting on her, always ready to spend money on her and never asking questions about what it was for. Madison always needed more money.

She shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs and re-crossing them the other way, making sure to deliberately grind her hips unnecessarily as she did it. She had tried to get Brett before but she was sure this weekend she would succeed.

Madison’s most recent attempt had been last Christmas. She had cornered him near the stairs after dinner, pretending to be drunk and wrapping her arms around his arm to stop him leaving. She had rubbed her body fully against his, wrapping her leg indecently high around his, inviting him to touch her, to fuck her.

He had to be interested, she had thought. She was just far too sexy for him to ignore.

‘Take me upstairs,’ she had said softly, invitingly. ‘You won’t regret it. I’m good at blowjobs.’ She had licked her lips suggestively as she met his eyes.

She had been certain that he would say no. He couldn’t say no.

For her, it was a chance to slide into her mother and stepfather’s marriage like a thorn. It would be a memory that would hurt him whenever he thought of it — because, of course, she would give him a better blowjob than her mother ever had. If her mother ever even sucked him off, which Madison doubted.

A blowjob was all Madison was offering, of course. That would punish him too. He would wonder forever after what she was like in bed, and he would lust after her even more for having had a little taste of her charms.

But Brett had just smiled down at her, removed her arm and stepped away, recommending that she step out of the party and sober up. It had been humiliating and embarrassing, and Madison had felt as though he was treating her like a child. She had stormed out of the party and she hadn’t wanted to see him for months after that.

But surely, she thought now, surely this weekend meant that he had changed his mind. The weekend away had been Brett’s idea, at least that was what her mother had said when she invited her.

He wants to take us both to the beach for the long weekend, her mother had said last week. He’ll pick you up at three in the afternoon. Madison hadn’t questioned why her two other sisters weren’t invited, or her two stepbrothers for that matter. Of course, Brett and Lucy would want to prioritise her over their other children — she was the prettiest and the most successful after all, and the wittiest as well.

Brett and Madison arrived at the cottage as the sun was setting behind the mountains. Soon, their bags were inside and Brett was setting out pre-dinner snacks to enjoy while their takeaway dinner from the local town arrived. He poured Madison a glass of his latest homebrew wine and she drank it quickly, wondering at the odd, almost spicy flavour.

Determined to make the most of the time when her mother wasn’t there, Madison settled down next to him on the couch, even though there were plenty of other seats available, making sure to rub her breasts and hips against him.

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