My father met my new step-mother at my school. She was one of the teachers there and had met her one night during a PTA meeting, back when I was in high school. That was three years ago. I had nothing against her, she was a sweet woman. Pretty too. She was definitely an improvement over the last wife.
The only problem I had was that she and my father got married after only a few weeks of dating. Then again, that's my father, the hopeless romantic. But what also pissed me off was that two days after their honeymoon he had to live on business, leaving me alone with this basically new woman in the house for three weeks.
It always odd getting used to Dad's new wives or girlfriends. I was used to the fact that they were there, it had been that way since I was very little. The hard part was getting to know them, not knowing how long they would be staying and all that. If I liked her she might end up canned. If I didn't like her, well I was stuck. Normally it wouldn't be too big of a deal, because Dad would be there.
But not this time.
I was alone with Ms. Little, I mean, the new Mrs. Sloane. And for three weeks! The first evening was easy, after Dad left it was just business as normal. We went our separate ways, taking our bathes and going to bed. The morning would be tricky. Many things could happen. One, she could be like most of Dad's girlfriends and not wake up till noon. But Ms. Sloane was a teacher, she was used to early mornings. So the number two was the most likely. She'd be up and making breakfast.
So I climb down the stairs I smell bacon. And when I round the corner I see she's made enough breakfast for more than just the two of us. She turns and smiles brightly at me. I can see why Dad fell for her, she certainly is a pretty thing. Long, curly brown hair, bright green eyes, an petite, pixy like body. She certainly was more natural than most of Dad's girlfriends.
"Good morning, Sam!" She sang cheerily.
I nodded, running my fingers through my sleep-wrecked hair. "Good morning to you too."
Her smile brightens, seeing that I'm being pleasant. "I made breakfast. Uhm, I wasn't sure what you drank in the morning so I made tea and coffee."
Wow, she was really working for my approval! "Uhm, coffee, please, uhh..." I wasn't sure what to call this one.
"Please, call me Bailey." Her smile was sweet and warm, no wonder her kindergarten class loved her. She was like a Disney princess!
"Bailey, thanks." I sat at the table and was instantly served a piping hot plate of bacon, eggs, and waffles. "Yowza!" I stare in awe. I hadn't had a good home-cooked breakfast since my Dad's 2nd wife.
"Please, dig in." Bailey cooed, passing me butter and syrup. She then poured my cup of coffee and set it before me along with cream and sugar.
"If you're trying to butter me up," I say in a slightly agitated tone that makes her look as if she about to cry. I then smile to reassure her. "It's working."
"Oh!" She gasps happily and flits back about the kitchen, looking even more-so like a Disney princess, what with her cute polka-dot apron and even cuter lavender sundress.
I notice she has long, sexy legs. That's probably what caught Dad's eye first. I then notice something odd, something slick on her thighs, making them appear shiny and wet.
I don't have long to look before she sets down at the table, sipping tea and nibbling at her breakfast with me.
We make small chit-chat, pleasantries and the like. She asks me how school is going, and I say fine. I ask her how school is going and she laughs, then she goes on about her classes play for the Christmas pageant.
We go our separate ways after that. I go out for my morning run. My mind flickers to her thighs and I wonder what was wet on them. Did she not rub in her lotion enough? Did she splash herself at the sink? Or perhaps maybe...just maybe she was wet from her pussy. I felt myself heat up at the thought! But Bailey was basically a Disney princess, there'd be no way. Then again, she did marry my Dad. Sex was still new to them and they did just get back from their honeymoon. And since Dad was away she didn't have an outlet for it. I couldn't blame her for that. In fact it brought her back down to earth some.
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I come through the backyard after my run. I stop by the hose and splash myself with cold water and to get a refreshing drink. As I'm sipping, I look into my Dad's bedroom. I see Bailey inside, completely naked. My mouth hangs open some as I watch. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand squeezing hard on her breast, the other thrusting a dildo in and out of her pussy.
I can hear her moaning, gasping for breath. I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe how hot I'm getting. I reach down, cupping myself, kneading myself with my palm as my arousal grows.
Bailey slicks the dildo in and out with quick pulses, her voice growing more desperate and hungry.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She coos.
I wonder if she's thinking about Dad, as disturbing as that is as his child. But all I know is that the next time I go to masturbate I'll be thinking about Bailey.
"Cumming! Cumming!" Bailey screams, falling back onto the bed. The dildo slides out of her, flopping onto the floor with a splash and a thud.
I quickly run away from the window and go into the house. I slam the door loudly to alert her I've only just arrived home.
"Oh! You home?" She calls.
"Yeah." I answer her.
"I'll...I'll be out in a moment."
I really want to go up to my room and masturbate, I know that if I see Bailey now I'll probably turn bright red.
"I'll be in my room." I call back quickly and race upstairs.
I close my door and go to my computer. I turn it on and go to the normal sites I like to visit when I want to masturbate. It's funny I catch Bailey, because my fetish is watching women masturbate.
No matter what video I select, I picture it as Bailey. Bailey stroking herself. Bailey's fingers becoming slick with her own cum.
Bailey. Bailey. Bailey.
It's no use, I've become attracted to my step-mother.
I cum picturing her sweet smile, her soft pink pussy. I lick the cum off my fingers, pretending it is her flavor.
Dad was always nervous that, as a lesbian, I'd be attracted to his girlfriends, but none of them had ever attracted me. Now that Bailey was in the picture, I wasn't so sure anymore. Seeing her masturbate was too much, too soon. Seeing her pretty cunt splayed out, her cute face twisted in arousal.
I wanted her.
I wondered if Bailey knew I was a lesbian. Had Dad even told her that? Maybe I should let her know. I decide that since I am becoming attracted to her, and have recently came because of her, I should at least let her know what I am.
I go downstairs, intent to have a heart to heart with her. But she's no one downstairs, and upon looking I find that the bedroom door is closed.
I press my ear to the door and hear a low rumble inside. A steady vibration like noise. I gasp. Was she at it again?
I knock. "Bailey?"
"Oh! Uhm..." I hear fumbling. "Oh! What...what is it, dear?"
I smile some, picturing her nude and wanton, her pussy wet and aching, waiting because of me. "I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?" I put my hand on the doorknob, jiggling it so she would know.
"No! No! Wait, I'm not dressed."
I grin, feeling slightly wicked. "I'm a girl, it's nothing I haven't seen before." I'm surprised to find that the door is unlocked, so without a second thought I push the door open.
I see Bailey, sitting naked, sitting on her bed trying to cover herself up. Her face is bright red and she's trying to keep from crying. On the floor I see the dildo she had used earlier and then another one on the edge of the bed that was vibrating and rotating. It feel to the floor with a thud and then continued moving about there.
"Did I interrupt?" I asked, closing the door behind me.
She didn't say thing.
I reached down, turning off the vibrator. "That's a good one. I have one like it."
She looked at me, swallowing.
I smile reassuringly. "It's ok! So what? You were masturbating. I just did it five second ago."
Her eyes widen, cheeks going from pink to red. She shakes her head.
"Oh come on, Bailey!" I sit down on the edge of the bed. "It's alright. We're family." Seeing her naked before me was almost too much. I wanted to jump her then and there. I wanted to eat her pussy and swallow her tasty girl-cum. I wanted to suck her tits. I wanted to kiss her beautiful mouth.
