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Brighton Warrick was the son of Joseph Warrick.

The youth, barely adult, had a pretty good life so far. His geriatric father didn't want too much of him, and being a dead ass Gen Z, Brighton didn't really want to do much, himself. He had some great aspirations, though, non of which he was willing to work that hard for. Kicker was, he was doing pretty well. His spoiled life style, living under the monetary umbrella of his father's state-wide construction company, let his inherited cheekbones and light hair stay sunkissed and pampered. His health was a given, and the various exercise equipment strewn across the poolhouse where he lived kept him in good beach shape, though he veered toward the skinny side.

Due to the envy of several living generations worth of doom scrollers, he had a pretty popular handful of social media accounts, enough to earn himself some substantial spending money even without his father's constant economical padding. He didn't have to do anything other than that, and he'd still be comfortable. But he wanted to be known, more than he was. Though manliness had become a dividing topic lately, he was sure he wanted that badge. And to him, right now, because of the stuff he consumed on his burner phone, that meant creating porn. He got to send the stuff he shot with girls who were literally gagging for a chomp at his fame to a circle of friends that depended on his exploits.

Of course, he kept it away from most of the other platforms. His father and his conservative views may not agree, and Brighton liked to keep up his image of a good son for the old man. Maybe that was why he'd initially indulged Joseph concerning his newest girl. Or woman. For sure this millennial living in Brighton's childhood home was that. But she was kind of fun enough that he could hang out with her even when his father wasn't there. It also helped that she was a MILF.

Right now, with the season getting hotter, he was sitting in the shade of an overhang by the pool. His friends had gone somewhere glamping and Brighton had decided to take an anti social day, but keep all his apps open. He needed to put out some content and he kind of wanted to just scroll through what he had on his burner. Strangely, he didn't mind his step mom being there, and when she was by the pool, well, she made sure she looked the part, usually. He always snapped a few pics of her when he thought she wasn't looking. But reminiscing over the footage of his exploits kind of got him in the mood. If he was looking for the next thing to post on his almost anonymous stuff, there was always the step-mom challenge that was trending.

"Hey!" he said and waved her over. He was in black trunks and a pair of namebrand glasses. She was known to humor him sometimes. They were gaming buddies, after all, and he'd shown her a couple of ones she liked on steam. For all she knew, they were besties. "Come here." he asked and sat up, which switched and twitched his barely earned but definitely there skinny guy abs, offset by the breadth of his shoulders slightly. He was still enjoying the full blast of being a healthy youth. "What are you doing?" he asked casually, though he had his phone up on record.

 

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Millennials always sound younger than they are because a lot of the slang they used just stayed popular and they themselves were more likely to pick up the gen z slang whether ironically or to stay cool. The last thing most of them wanted to feel was old. Chelsea Blackbriar had a zapdos pokemon card from the OG set tattooed on her forearm and a picture of the female trainer with the flute from the second movie on her other forearm. She was huge into pokemon if it wasn't clear and the only indication she was older than say 25 was the fact that she was a complete gen wunner. She still played competitive on pokemon showdown, but she didn't actually care about the designs of anything past gen 4 except for a select few cool ones like Landorus or Snivy.

Chelsea was a gold digger and she made no secret of it. The last guy hit her across the face with a pool cue and she divorced him for 10.2 million. And Brighton's father just wanted some eye candy, or at least that's how it seemed because he had ED and didn't perform even though Chelsea was hot for her own age group and hot in general as Brighton discovered. She looked a bit like Melonie Mac when her make up was done up, and she had her own gaming channel on youtube as well where she mostly stuck to old school nintendo and you guessed it, pokemon cards and anime content. She was strictly in the "never gonna grow up" vein of Millennials. But that didn't mean she was lazy. Chelsea worked out 4 times a week, and didn't consider swimming in the pool working out which she also did 5 times a week on average. She mowed the lawn, weeded the flower gardens, and she was a good cook. She cooked Brighton an amazing home cooked meal on weak day nights and was always really nice and sweet to him. Playing cards, board games, video games.

Chelsea lost her mom young too, so she had a special place in her heart for Brighton and tried to actually be a good Mom even if the gold digger thing was why she signed up to begin with. Chelsea also lost her little brother to suicide so maybe there was that too.

Anyway today she was just finished sweating as she used the stair machine when he called her over. She really had nothing better to do. She only had a sports bra on as her shirt fell off the machine and she forgot where it was. beads of sweat rolled down her face and neck and she grinned at him.

"Calling me over when I'm practically half naked. Nice strategy." she teased.

"I was gonna go throw the lasagna I made earlier into the oven and then hit the hot tub and then watch Leonhart open pokemon packs...You know my usual dork stuff..."

 

[Verse]

She had been distracting him even when she'd been on the Stairmaster. The whole gym girl approach was a dirty trick. Sometimes he forgot she was his father's woman, and not just another girl hanging around him. Though, her draw was something more than the average female trying to tailcoat off him. She had a right to be here, and she was never a bitch about it. In the beginning he had figured she was pushing the cool step mom thing too far, but eventually he did learn that she was genuine. It was easy having her around, and there's always a special place in boy's hearts for the woman who cooks for them.

Maybe he'd turned his recording phone in the direction of her workout, as well. But that wouldn't do it, not even with the right caption. His heart beat faster when she came over. He certainly liked what she had on ontop, and shifted a bit where he sat. Like any Z he wouldn't bother getting up unless it was severely worth his time. The sweat coming off her looked good on the high definition and automated saturation he was filming in. She had to know what she was doing, showing off that much to a young man. But if she didn't, maybe that would work in his favor. Millennials might have the years on him, but he wasn't sure they were adult-smart.

He kept the phone trained at his peppy step-mom. He didn't really know where this was going but he knew that he wanted to see. "Yeah. You're such a dork." he said and smiled back with all his teeth. He was holding the phone at stomach height when he looked her over. He really loved how she was panting right now. She took her training seriously. But she usually came if he asked her to. He was spoiled with it. And then he clucked his tongue, interested in her all of a sudden. "Wow. You're really getting results, aren't you?" he said and scooted closer, almost off the edge of the reclined sun bathing chair. His free hand drew a horizontal circle to have her spin around to show off. "But you know it isn't worth anything if the ass doesn't get good." it sounded like a joke, and maybe it was, but he was hoping his casual tone would prompt her to let herself be filmed, and maybe try to prove herself to the camera. No woman put that much effort in and didn't want to strut a bit. How many times had he checked out her ass already?

"Comon. I need the views." he injected, like that's all that mattered to him. "And then maybe I'll join you in the hot tub?" It already sounded like a good idea. Her step son got up finally, to sweeten the deal. His expectant young features were used to getting what they wanted, and he looked at her as though she was going to deliver.

 

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She was keenly aware of what she was doing as she put her hands on the back of her head and let her breasts pop for the camera. She had known how to make a boy's heart melt since she was 16. Of course she wasn't really trying to court him, she was mostly just grinning because she liked that she was still hot enough to be in his content at 37. It made her feel really sexy and young and cool. She didn't wanna turn 40 and get greys, but to her credit her natural black hair was free of them and even without make up she was an absolute show stopper. Probably because she exercised and spent a medium amount of time in the sun. That said she acted innocent enough but she wasn't a dummy.

As a woman Chelsea came pre-equipped with a little bit of adult smarts and Mom instincts. But she wanted him to think of her as an experienced peer rather than some boring ass adult who he dreaded communicating with. They were stuck with each other in this house and she wanted friendship and didn't mind making his content pop at all. She was a content creator herself after all and had a good mind for marketing.

"Hehe, are you saying I wasn't in shape before?" she teased. It was a trap but a playful one as she took it easy on him. He was inexperienced talking to a real lady like her. "This is what you have to do to avoid becoming fat." she reminded him.

"The ass is the big prize, and the stairs are the best way to get that soft firm bubble butt look guys like." she mused.

She grinned, stuck her out tongue and did a playful salute for the camera. Then winked at his audience and blew a kiss. "I'll be in the tub after I start the food and get my bikini bottom."

 

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Her step son pursed his lips out of reflex when she treated his recording to the stellar pose. Like all the viewers weren't already looking at her tits. Chelsea had always been a good sport about being in his stuff. More than not, it was in a joking, sexy manner. Her streaming career had prepped her well and he was always capitalizing off it. He was nefarious like most men his age, and wasn't above using their relationship to get what he wanted from her. He usually just had to work the exclusion angle, and their budding mom son complex. Most days, she wanted him to like her, and he recognized that from his interaction with the opposite sex, even if she wasn't as obvious or cloying. She put enough effort in her looks in front of him that he knew that was a way in. And she did look like a fantastic mix between his contemporaries and that fit mother ideal. His friends had made many comments about it.

His mouth tensed up at the test and then it pulled to the side into a smirk, his shoulder lifting casually. "I mean, don't ask if you don't want the answer..." Truth was, of course she was fit before. She had always been very fuckable. He was very happy with the flirty send-off to his viewers and made sure to film her when she inevitably would turn and walk away.

"You heard it here, folks, she cooks and she bikinis." He would zoom in on those recently trained buns if he could. "She's the whole step mom package." The comments were already lewd for so early in the day. It was the exact kind of vibe he'd been fostering for this account.

When Chelsea came back out, she'd find her husband's son already having turned on and stepped into the tub. He was no stranger to lounging in it and with his long arms spread out over the back, his own training was showing. He didn't really veer into the fitness influencer side of things, but if you wanted to push your stud status you still needed to look good in shirtless pictures. He certainly checked that box. There was three cameras set up, one of which was a heavy duty dlslr, another a GoPro, and the third his phone.

"What took you so long?" He asked with an innocent frown before he inclined back again. He had hyped this on his paid content. He was sure he could make things happen. It was basically millennials that had brought porn back, and particularly the ass. He just needed to appeal to right sides of her.

 

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She handed him a can of beer when she got back, with another one in her other hand.

The most impressive thing about Brighton's ability to look good in shirtless situations was the sheer amount of food that Chelsea cooked for the guy. Chelsea blinked at the cameras aimed at the hot tub and then shrugged at them and climbed into it. The viewers could briefly see her ass cheeks and sweet succulent thighs on full display. She knew he was teasing her with the whole rushing thing and didn't take the bait. She had to add the butter to the top of the lasagna before she threw it in. She dunked under water for a few seconds and then came up and grinned at him.

"You just gotta film everything don't you?" she asked. She turned and waved to the people on the other side and then took a position where she knew her cleavage was visable above the water line and put her hands behind her head before winking at him.

"It's honestly obnoxious that this kind of content is a real thing. Like for anyone thinking this is fake, I'm his real step mother. Maybe he'll be nice enough to show off some of my cooking some time."

"Gosh I sound like an old granny don't I?" she asked with her cutest giggle. Maybe the most Millennial thing about her aside from her pokemon addiction. This machine despite being a hot tub had a section for cups or cans in the corners and it kept them cold. She cracked up her beer, had a long taste of it and then set it down to chill.

 

[Verse]

He knew the comments would explode about her handing him a beer. Any kind of trad content was always welcome even if the red pill guys were beyond irritating. Brighton lifted the can at the DSLR and opened with one finger before he had some. He couldn't help the smile when she came into the tub at a perfect place for his viewers. They'd all want to know what kind of bikini bottom she had on. As Bri knew, she had a collection of bikini sets, and he liked to think it was for him, since his father rarely participated in the good recreational things he'd amassed in his sizable yard.

Brighton winked at her question. "Well, I am hoping to. But we got a ways to go before I've filmed everything, right?" he said and the hearts bubbled on the phone, he could hear it. "But I know me and thousands of guys out there who'd be happy to check that box if you're feeling pretty." he pointed out and spread his arms on the edge again, balancing the can.

She continued to help him out, generous as always. There had been a lot of doubt on whether she was his real step mom, from the people who cared. "And she's a good one too." he added as he made sure to scoot closer to her. He knew about her wanting to seem young, she was doing enough work for it, and that was one of his tricks to get her to do what he wanted.

He made sure they were shoulder to shoulder, and looked into one of the cameras to pretend that was why he did it. Their thighs were touching under the surface. "You're alright." About the granny thing. Couldn't give her too much. He was still deep into the thinking you couldn't make females feel too good about themselves if you wanted them to do what you told them to. He made sure never to overdo it with Chelsea, though.

"You know, there's been comments about that." he said and threw a knowing look at one of the lenses before he lifted it by the tripod and attached it to the edge of the tub with a few turns to secure its legs tightly. It was the gopro, waterproof. "But I keep defending you." he swore, like the diligent son in law he was. He had another sip of the beer and looked her over. "It'd help me out if you showed off some, you know, to let everyone know they're not subscripting to some prude old lady and her hot young live-in stud."