I was very young when my mother left.. Very young.. in fact, I bareley knew her when she and my Dad divorced.
Well, my Dad got married again, to a woman much younger than he.. about 10 years younger.
She was, and still is a very beautiful woman.. with sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body like that of an arobics instructor.
That's what caught my Dad's eye, I beleive. That, and her charming demeanor. She won the hearts of everyone that she met, including me.It was nice when she would buy me toys, or take me shopping with her because I knew that we'd always go to a park, or a movie, and just generally spend time with me..
Along with her gentle side, she also believed in corporal punishment. It wasn't unlike her to scold me for a bad report card, or some undone chore, and after recieving a lecture about my misdeed(s), she would have me pull down my pants while she took down her thick leather belt, then telling me to bend over and touch my toes, she would take a stance off to the side of me and strap my unprotected butt.. 25 very hard swats would be delivered. Then, afterwards, she would send me to my room.With my face red from crying, and my buttocks growing welts, I would slowly make my way down the hallway, pants still down, and go into my room..
Thats the way it was, until I turned about 18, then my Dad left, I was still in High School, and about to graduate (I got held back> Can't you tell by my spelling;) and rather than drop out of school, with only 2 more months to go, I decided to stay with my step mom.
Though some time had passed since her and my Dad met, she was still very beautiful, and still had her hard body.
I used to peak at her through the crack in the bathroom door way while she was taking a shower. Young hormones do a strange thing to a man at 18, and I always got hard as she lathered up her nude body.. Yes, this is my step mom, but: Goddamn, she was hot!!
After she had stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off and reached into the medicine cabnet and took down a bottle of baby oil, ten while sitting on the toilet seat, pourd the slick oil over her tits and began messaging her own breasts. She tilted her head back ever so slightly, and began to moan softly.
Then, as I watched in total stelth, she grabbed the bottle of baby oil again and pourd more it on her crotch.
She ran a finger between labia, then another, then a third, only then dd I watch her fingers disapear. She moaned louder..
I had long since pulled out my cock and masterbating., I was about to blow when I heard a voice.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"