It had been a hectic 24 hours. After not having seen her in eleven, long years of hoping I'd meet her again, I bumped into my ex-Stepmom, Carol, on Christmas Eve. She invited me home and once I started talking about how I used to voyeur her, apologizing to her, she admitted that she had been purposely flashing me her panties and bra. I couldn't believe it. I was in shock. Then, she even told me that she had allowed me to catch her naked that fateful day that I opened her bedroom door. I had always wanted to see her naked and had masturbated numerous times with the imagined thoughts of seeing her naked, one day, and there she was.
All that time, always looking to see what I could see, I thought I was the pervert. Because I was always spying on her and trying to see her naked and when I did, finally, I thought I was the reason why she left me and my Dad. All that time, I was consumed with guilt and sadness for abusing our Stepmom and Stepson relationship by making it a sexual one. Now, with our honest and open dialogue clearing the air, while heating our libidos, we had hot sex right there in her living room and I no longer feel guilty. I couldn't believe it. A long time coming, it was the best sex I ever had.
Yeah, sure, Carol was 18-years older than me, but what did that matter? I was in love with her or, at least I thought I was in love with her. I had always been attracted to my Stepmom when she lived with me and my Dad from the time I was 12-years-old to 18-years-old. Now, I realize that it wasn't love, but just wanting to be loved by a woman, especially by my mother, who died when I was too young to know her and to miss her, but I miss her now. I get it, finally, I do, why I was so drawn physically, emotionally, and sexually, even, to my Stepmom, Carol. She was my surrogate everything and the only mother I knew.
Back then, we never did anything, acted on our mutual attraction to one another, other than a little bit of sexual teasing by flashing. Whenever we played Scrabble, she sat on the couch and I sat on the floor across from her. She'd flash me her panties and I'd flash her my cock. We both made it look accidental, but it was more than enough to keep the lust alive, at least, until we finally met again, which was, eleven years later, when I was 29-years-old and my ex-Stepmom was 47-years-old.
Then, when I returned to my Stepmom's house to give her flowers, there was another car parked in her driveway. Figuring she had a boyfriend, how could I blame her, really, I hadn't seen her in eleven years. I went around the side of the house to see who was with her.
She was with a woman and not a man and they were on the bed naked. Shocked and heartbroken, I couldn't believe it. Only, I couldn't stop myself from watching. I witnessed her having lesbian sex with her lover. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw who her lesbian lover was. It was Debbie. My Dad's ex-girlfriend, the woman he kicked Carol out for. Talk about a small world.
I saw how she looked at Debbie, a look she never gave me. I saw how they held one another, as if they were being separated and this was their last night together. I saw how they made love. It was more than sex and more than passion, it was true love, something that I'll never have with Carol and that I hope to have with someone, sometime. It was real. It was beautiful.
After seeing Carol with Debbie, I left my car by her house and walked to town. I needed to clear my head. I needed to think. I never thought Carol and Debbie were lesbians or bi-sexual. I never figured they'd be in love. When I had sex with Carol that night and again that morning, I thought I was the one she wanted. Only, she was just giving me her motherly love and what she knew I needed and maybe she needed, too, at the time. Now, it was obvious that Debbie was the one she wanted and not me.
During my walk, I bumped into an old high school friend, Michael. We had a couple of beers at a bar he knew was open on Christmas Day and I told him the story. He advised me to return to my ex-Stepmom's house.
"Dude, sex with two bi-sexual women, you could have a threesome. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You have to go back there. Go for it."
Wanting to see and be with Carol again, even if it was only meaningless sex, I returned to my Stepmom's house again on Christmas Day. Debbie was there and after warmly being greeted by her, she invited me to Christmas dinner. At first it was a cordially polite dinner, that is, until the tension of the moment overcame us and we all got the sillies. Once we started laughing, none of us could stop. As if it was scripted, the three of us reenacted the dinner scene from the Tom Jones movie making every piece of food we put in our mouths a sexual object.
Again, one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was having a threesome with my ex-Stepmom and her lover. At that point, after having sex with Carol the night before, and again that morning, and then having sex with Carol and Debbie in a threesome Christmas Day, I had ejaculated multiple times in less than an 18-hour period. I was exhausted. After dinner, when Carol and Debbie went out to visit their neighbors, I took a nap on the couch.
Only, I was awakened by Carol's mother, Estelle. Before Carol had inherited it, this had been Estelle's house. Unbeknownst to me, Estelle had died five years prior and reappeared as a ghostly spirit to give me, of all things, a gum job. I know, what are the odds? It sounds ridiculous and I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. I wouldn't believe any of this was it not all a true story. I received a gum job from Carol's ghostly mother.
Unfortunately, after giving me the first gum job I ever had in my life, it was incredible, by the way, Estelle left her dentures behind. Of course, I never noticed the dentures, but Carol found the dentures on the table by the sofa, which is how she found out that her mother was haunting her house and had given me a gum job. I would have been embarrassed, had I not been so spooked. After having received a gum job from a ghost, I was ready to come clean and spill the beans.
Suffice to write, after that experience happened with Estelle giving me a gum job and obviously haunting the house, the three of us were more than a bit unnerved that Carol's mom may make another appearance. Carol believes she is gone. She no longer feels her presence. She believes that her mother had only returned to experience a man who had a big cock, which I have and which is why she was murdered in the first place by her husband, who had a small cock. Her husband murdered her when she told him that he had a small cock and she wanted a big cock. It's a long story, but not the real story. The real story and what this story is about is the first time I met Honey.
After having returned from upstairs to see if Carol's dead mother was still in the house, the three of us were sitting around the Christmas tree in the living room, just having a drink and trying to relax. We found it soothing to bask in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, but the tension was still very heavy in the room. Jumping at every sound and looking every which way, Debbie was frightened out of her mind. Carol was just upset that her mom hadn't rested in peace. I was just hoping to have sex again with Carol and Debbie and maybe receive another gum job from Estelle, while I was sleeping later that night.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Ding dong!"
"Jesus! That scared the shit right out of me," said Debbie.
"Oh, for gosh sakes, Deb, it's just the doorbell. Get a grip. Have another drink."
"I'll get it," I said, since I was closest one to the front door.
As soon as I opened the door, I was struck with an overwhelming feeling of a physical attraction, an emotional connection, and a strong sexual desire. It was love at first sight for me. Never have I felt such an immediate attraction for anyone before. Never have I seen anyone so exquisitely beautiful.
There standing on the other side of the door with suitcase in hand was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, bar none. Jaw dropping and knee weakening, she was a beauty that would make any man wage war to win her heart. I was enlisted to do battle for her.
I've seen some beauties on television, Halle Berry, Tyra Banks, Vanessa Williams, and Beyonce, but this beauty had them all beat hands down. She was stunning. She was drop dead gorgeous. She was like no woman I had ever seen before and I was in love. She looked a bit like Naomi Campbell, but with smaller features. Believe me or not, this beauty was better looking than even Naomi Campbell. She wasn't as tall and as thin as Naomi, but she was more curvaceous than the supermodel.
She was tall, maybe 5'7" with blue black straight hair and big brown eyes colored as deep as glimmering maple syrup when held up to the sunlight. Her complexion had the skin tone of warm honey and she looked as sweet, sweet enough to eat. She was smiling and she was smiling at me. She had a beautiful smile and she paralyzed me with it.
"Hi," I managed to stop myself from staring long enough to say something.
"Hi," she said giving me an even warmer and bigger smile. She gave me a look that melted my heart. "Is my Mom here?"
"Your Mom?"
I didn't want to disappoint her. I'd do anything not to disappoint this woman. I'd help her find her mother, wherever she was not to disappoint her. I didn't want to say that her mom wasn't here and that she had the wrong house for fear that she'd leave, forever and I'd never see her again. I wished to God that her mother was here and that she had the right house, so that I could invite her inside and get to know who this beauty was. I wished I were a black man, so that she'd be interested in me.
"Yes, I'm looking for my mother. This is 12 Cherry Lane, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I think you may have the wrong house," I said finally with a heavy heart and ready to call after her, as soon as she turned to leave.
"Wait, don't go," I imagined saying. "I need to ask you a question?"
