Words cannot express my feelings after the conversation with my parents. After 35 years of marriage, they have decided to divorce. I was shocked to say the least. They claimed they no longer loved each other and have met other people they want to be with. After the divorce, I was forced to put up with a new stepmother and father. Needless to say, I couldn’t stand the fact that my father decided to marry a white woman. My father is 59 and his new wife 45. I'm only 33 so I felt like he married someone young enough to be his daughter. She stands 5’9”, reddish blond shoulder length hair, and weighs approximately 130 lbs. I hate to say it, but she is very attractive.
Wanting to visit my father for a few weeks, I decided to bite the bullet and pay them a visit. When they picked me up at the airport, I hugged my father and exchanged pleasantries with her. His wife, Judy, wanted to take me to the nicest restaurant in town for dinner. After dinner, we went back to the house. My father went to bed and Judy said she wanted to have a talk with me. We went to the backyard and sat down. She said she understood my feelings toward her and could understand why I didn’t like her, but that we should try to get along for my father’s sake. I agreed with her and told her I would try harder to get along with her. She smiled and gave me a hug. We both have large breast and it felt weird having a pair of breast squeezed against mine, but it also felt good. I noticed that it seemed that she was holding on to me rather long. She then started to rub my back. She pulled away from me and gave me a kiss right on my lips. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it seemed like it lasted forever. To say I was shocked is not enough. She stood up and said goodnight.
After getting over my initial shock, I became kind of turned on. As I went up to my room to unpack, I kept replaying that kiss over and over in my mind. I thought that maybe I misinterpreted what happened and no way did my stepmother come on to me. After I finished unpacking and started to undress to take a shower, I noticed there was a big wet spot in the crouch of my panties. I had to admit to myself that I am turned on by the thought of having sex with another woman. I experimented once with a woman when I was in college, but that was the first and only time. While showering, I kept thinking about that kiss over and over again and worked myself up to the point I started masturbating in the shower. After coming twice, I washed up and went to bed still thinking about Judy.