by Kelex
The first time Jereme Oliver was caught in his mother’s lingerie, it ended up being the most embarrassing and soul-tormenting moment of his life. For several years, he buried his needs and never spoke a word to anyone about his sexuality or fetishes, afraid he would endure more pain and anguish. When he has the house to himself one night while visiting from college, the desire to play dress-up screams in his veins. Thinking he’s safe, he pulls on some of his mother’s lingerie, adds some makeup and one of her wigs, and revels in the image staring back at him in the mirror.
Nearly a year before, Anson Parker woke up in Vegas, married to a virtual stranger. Instead of annulling the marriage, he attempted to make it work solely on the basis that his new bride drove his controlling father crazy and that alone made him happy. Yet, no matter how much he tried to find a way through, eventually divorce seems like the only answer.
Anson goes home early to make one last-ditch effort and finds his wife finally wearing the gorgeous lingerie he’d bought her several months before. He knows that sex can’t be the only basis of a healthy relationship, but he can’t contain his lust when he sees her decked out in all that silk and lace. He sidles up behind her—hungry, hard, and ready.
After a line is crossed, he realizes it’s his stepson… not his wife… and both their worlds are turned upside down forevermore.
His Stepson Wears Lace
A Daddy Tales Book
by
Kelex
MM, GAY ROMANCE, EROTIC ROMANCE, LIGHT BDSM, CROSSDRESSING, AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE
Twisted E Publishing, LLC
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A TWISTED E-PUBLISHING BOOK
His Stepson Wears Lace
A Daddy Tales Book
Copyright © 2019 by Kelex
Edited by Marie Medina
First E-book Publication: October 2019
Cover design by Cover by K Designs
All cover art and logo copyright © 2019, Twisted E-Publishing, LLC.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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NEWSLETTER SIGNUP
Dedication
To Catherine Lievens for being an amazing friend and sounding board. Your voice was most definitely the calm in the chaos.
And to Stefàn Celté for their time and feedback to ensure the story was mindful of other points of view.
I appreciate you both so very much.
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Epilogue
Also By Kelex
About the Author
Chapter One
“One of the most well-known monuments of Darius’ reign is a relief at Behistun. This is in Western Iran,” Professor Irons said before clicking an image of an old site on the screen at the front of the room. “The site played a major role in the deciphering of their ancient cuneiform script.” The professor closed his notebook on the lectern. “And that wraps up our section on the early Persian Empire. Next week, we move on to the Aegean.”
Everyone in the class began packing up their gear and heading out of the large auditorium, Jereme Oliver among them. The lights were still down low, the only light coming from the projected image on the screen as he shoved his laptop into his satchel. He rose, heading up the stairs, when he was stopped.
“Mr. Oliver? Can I have a moment?”
Jereme turned, sensing the conversation to come wasn’t going to be a happy one. Professor Irons was also his advisor. He made his way through the throng of students trying to get out and on to their weekend plans. How much would he like to be going with them.
He stopped before the long, black lab table at the front of the classroom and watched as Professor Irons loaded up his own gear. “You know why I want to speak to you, I’m sure.”
Jereme moved his weight from one foot to the other, not willing to answer that.
“You were one of my star students last semester. And you started this semester off strong, too. Now things are slipping. Your last two tests scores weren’t great… and that essay… if you want to call it an essay. I think it’s more a printed catastrophe.”
“We all have off moments,” Jereme murmured.
“One test… sure. But I’m seeing a trend here. I’ve reached out to your other professors, and I’m hearing similar stories.”
Jereme eyed the man. “My roommate rarely goes to class and nearly drinks himself into a coma every weekend. I don’t hear a word about his advisor.”
Professor Irons looked over the rim of his glasses. “Many advisors don’t have their advisees in their classrooms, either. Especially not for two semesters in a row. You showed a great understanding of what you were learning last semester, and I saw potential in you. This semester? It’s like you’re a totally different student. Had I not seen the downward trend myself, I likely wouldn’t be talking to you about it now. But… I see it. Clearly. And as your advisor, I have to ask about it.”
Jereme didn’t respond. What do I even say?
“What’s going on, Jereme?”
He shrugged.
The man stared a moment before shaking his head. “Are you partying too much? This roommate of yours a bad influence? Is that it?”
“No,” Jereme answered, cringing. He was too introverted to even consider going to a campus party. It made him anxious just thinking of going to a party. And his roommate was an asshole drug addict. They were not friends.
“Is your schedule too full? Are you stressed out?”
“No… it’s not too full. And no more stress than last semester.” Most of his stress was internal anyways.
Professor Irons sighed, disappointment filling the sound. “Then what is it? If I knew what the problem was… perhaps I could help.”
Jereme shook his head. “I just… I don’t know. I don’t feel like I belong here.”
“Here in this class… or school in general?”
“School. I don’t… fit.”
The professor eyed him a moment. “Is there someone causing you issues?”
“No…” Yes. “I just wonder if I shouldn’t go back home. My mom… she misses me and doesn’t have anyone else but my stepfather. Things aren’t great between them. There’s a community college in town, so I could keep up with my classes. Finish my basic requirements.”
“And then what?”
Jereme shrugged.
“You’re a very bright young man, and you most definitely belong here. Academically. But I can’t tell you what your path is. Only you can decide who you are and what your future holds. I would just hate to think you put your own ambitions and dreams aside for someone else.”
Jereme’s gaze went to the professor’s. “It’s not like that.”
“Is she sick? Does she need your care?”
“No. Not exactly.”
“Then it sounds like you have no reason to go home. But what do I know?” Professor Irons grabbed his bag. “Think about what you might be giving up before you make a momentous decision that could impact the rest of your life.”
; Professor Irons left him in the darkened auditorium. He soon headed out, his mind as confused as ever. Maybe even more so. Before he could barely get back to his dorm room, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He fished it out and took a glance at the screen.
Mom.
Luckily, he was alone in his room.
“Hey,” he said, forcing false enthusiasm into his voice. “How are you?”
“I swear… I’m going to kill that man!”
Jereme took a seat on his bed, mentally preparing to listen to all his mother’s ails. “What did he do now?” There was no question who he was. It was always the same man who could apparently do nothing right. His stepfather, Anson.
But then, no man could do anything right for her. Least of all, him.
“He took away my credit cards!”
Jereme froze. Money issues were almost always a sign of the end of a relationship, if past experience had taught him anything. He’d been through this enough times to know the signs of the demise. If Anson left her, there was no doubt about it. He’d have to come home to pick up the pieces of his mother’s life.
He closed his eyes, hating the thought of doing that. Again.
“I think I only married him because I was suddenly in my forties and you were turning eighteen. Anson made me feel… young again.” She sighed. “I know, I know. It’s stupid.”
Jereme bit his lip a little harder to keep from saying ‘I told you so.’ He rested back on his narrow twin bed and glanced across the shared room to where his dorm mate’s collection of empty beer cans, nudie magazines, and dirty clothes threatened to cross into the neutral territory marker he’d erected earlier in the semester so World War III didn’t break out. “Want me to come home?”
“No… I couldn’t ask you to drop your studies and come rushing home for me.”
Inwardly, he sighed with relief.
“I can’t talk to Anson. He’s always working. Gina’s got her own troubles and doesn’t want to listen to mine. And then you abandoned me to go off to that fancy college of yours.”
There it is. Jereme rolled his eyes inwardly. His mother’s passive aggressive streak wouldn’t be broken. “I didn’t abandon you.”
“There’s a community college right here. You could’ve done the first two years there before moving halfway around the world. I thought that had been the plan.”
I needed to get out of that house. “It’s only three hours away.” Had he been able to get farther, he would have. “You could always come up and visit me. Get a break from Anson.” Jereme regretted the offer as soon as he made it. His mother always spelled trouble. Always. He’d put distance between them for a reason.
“No. I won’t bother you way up there. I’ll just find something to do, trust me.” She added another dramatic sigh for good measure before returning to her bitch session. “Like I said… Anson’s always working. He rarely gets home before ten or eleven—and he’s been working weekends, too, as of late. Or so he says… for all I know, he’s having an affair. I might as well be single again.”
“Maybe you should be,” Jereme suggested. His mother had spent his entire life going from man to man to man. Anson was her fifth husband, and he’d lost count as to how many boyfriends and live-ins traveled through the revolving door of his mother’s life. Knowing her, there was likely already someone on the horizon. Perhaps husband number six. “You’ve never been alone.”
“Never? I’ve always been alone, even when I was with someone. I can only depend on me. The only other person I’ve ever really had was you. And now you’re gone, too.”
Damn, she’s pouring it on thick. “You’ve always had a man. Always. And… you know it,” he snapped.
Immediately, he could see his mother’s expression in his mind’s eye and knew from the silence fraught with tension tingling from the other end of the phone that he’d struck a nerve.
“What exactly are you saying, Jereme?”
“Only that sometimes the best way to know yourself is to be by yourself,” he said as carefully as he could, trying to tiptoe around the landmines his mother typically scattered around her. He loved her, but it was exhausting to have a real, honest conversation with her. “You don’t need a man in your life. You’re strong. You can make it on your own.”
“I’m not built that way,” she shot back. “I enjoy having love in my life. Romance. I’m not like you. I’m not a loner. You get off on being alone. Always have, my freaky little kid. Remember that time years ago when you—”
“We don’t need to go there,” Jereme said, knowing full well he’d been an idiot for even attempting the conversation. Of course she’d try to bring up the most embarrassing moment of his life to make him feel ashamed. Retribution for contradicting her. “You do whatever you feel is right for you, Mom.”
“As I always do,” she said, a finality in her tone that noted the end of the conversation. “By the way, I was wondering if you’ve heard from your father?”
Jereme tensed. This was another dangerous conversation to enter. A headache began in his temples… it was hard work navigating the rough seas that surrounded Hurricane Gloria. “Not for a couple of weeks.”
“Did he send you the money? He said he was sending it directly to you this time. For what reason, I don’t know. I made sure your tuition was paid.”
His father was helping to pay for his education—what his scholarship didn’t cover. After his mother had helped herself to some of the extra from the first check, his dad had sent the second straight to him. He and his father hadn’t had much of a relationship—not until he was out from under his mother’s roof. Things were getting better between them since he’d started school and was freer to talk and spend time with the man.
His mother was a topic mostly off limits. Especially as he’d quickly come to her defense about things he knew his dad had been right to be pissed about. After that, they just didn’t bring her up unless it was necessary.
“Everything’s taken care of,” he murmured as nonchalantly as possible. “No worries.”
“Did he send any extra? You know, for me?”
Jereme closed his eyes. There had been a little extra. Enough for him to cover some incidentals for the semester, as well as a credit card for emergencies—per his father’s instructions. The man had clearly said not to give her one cent. Jereme hadn’t touched any of it yet, himself. “Not really,” he fibbed. “Just what I needed to cover tuition and books.”
“I know full well he sent you extra. He told me he did when I called him.”
He shook his head. Why would his father tell her anything? “Then why did you ask me?”
She was silent a moment, and it was then that Jereme knew she’d likely duped him into telling her the truth.
“Send me the extra, Jereme.”
“For what?”
“I gave birth to you. Raised you with little to no help from that man. If there’s extra, it belongs to me.”
Jereme remained silent. It was five hundred dollars—mad money just in case something popped up that he needed to take care of. He knew his mother would spend it at one of the casinos or out drinking with her friends. But he also knew she’d get it out of him one way or another. “It’s not that much. Not enough to be bothered with.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.”
Jereme bit the inside of his lip and said nothing.
“I raised you on my own… gave you everything… and this is how you repay me? You run off as far away as you can get… you spend time sucking up to the man who didn’t give one single fuck if we were okay or not… and now I hear the tone in your voice. That tone. The one every goddamned man has used with me. I never expected this kind of insult from you, Jereme. I raised you to treat women with respect.”
“I do treat women with respect,” Jereme murmured.
“Really? Then you reserve this attitude for your mother?”
Jereme closed his eyes. “No,” he murmured as tonelessly as he could.
“Good. I’m glad we cleared that up.” She paused for a moment before switching gears completely. Her mood shifted like a pendulum. “Oh, did I tell you about the shopping trip Gina invited me on? We’re headed up to New York City the week before Christmas. Maybe you’ll be on break then and you can come with us. We can spend the night… maybe see a show… especially since I’ll probably be pretty busy on Christmas. We might not have a chance to spend time together then.”
No Christmas? “What are you doing at Christmas?” One minute she was complaining about being cut off and then in the next breath she was spending more money she didn’t have.
“I’m still working out the details. I’ll let you know closer to the holiday.”
“I was still planning to come home. Should I not?”
Jereme knew his mother wasn’t really a holiday person.
“Yeah, yeah… I guess you can come home. If you want.”
That wasn’t very reassuring.
“How are you going to pay for a trip if Anson’s cut off your credit cards?” Are you even going to be with him by Christmas?
Where would he go if not? Campus would be closed until just after the New Year. His father had a new family. He had two younger half-brothers he barely knew yet. He could call his dad, he supposed, but the thought of forcing himself on a bunch of strangers over Christmas didn’t settle well, either.
