Reader this is primarily a tale of lesbianism, and incest, between a step daughter and her stepmother, and then her father.
Stella was stood in her kitchen when it happened, she wasn't expecting it, she didn't even have an inkling that something was amiss. Her husband of 4 months was away on business, he spent a lot of time doing it, she knew it before they had married so she was okay with the life style.
She was a lovely woman of 30, John her husband was 10 years older than her but that had no bearing on her marrying him. She knew she would be secure and safe, he would look after her and she would have a good life style, and for that reason she was the best wife to him that she could be.
She doted on him, did everything that she could, never turned him down in bed and gave back more than she got from the marriage. John was a happy man, his first wife had died sadly at an early age, and he had brought up their daughter on his own.
Stella was 5ft 4" tall, an exceptionally good looking woman; she had had lot of boyfriends and lovers over the years but had never met anyone she wanted to settle down with until she had met John. She loved her sexual doings; she had had women lovers too and regarded herself a doubly swinging, equal time with either a woman or a man. She had told John of her double dealings and it had turned him on hugely, but as yet he hadn't been able to realise his fantasy of seeing her in action with a nubile beauty.
But Stella also wanted a child of her own so John had been the lucky chosen one. But she didn't want one right off, she wanted to wait so she could get used to married life first.
Stella always dressed well, and liked to look good at home as well as out. She always attracted attention wherever she went, cat calls, whistles, offers, propositions the whole nine yards. Her body was as sensitive to manipulation as it had been when she was a teenager, easily aroused and not easily dissuaded when in a state of ardour.
Her long brown hair gave her a look of sensuality, aloofness, and sexiness when it swayed around her lovely head. Her lips were inviting, her eyes sparkled with the brown grey flecks in them. She oozed sexuality with a natural grace and femininity.
Her only drawback in life if that was the right word was, Andrea, her step daughter, she was 19 now and at 'that age' she was sometimes surly, or sullen. She was never out and out rude. But her teenage tenseness was easily apparent. Stella never really had trouble with her, and really they got along quite well. It was moments in her life that Andrea would rear up about something and Stella would get it in the neck!
Andrea was a forceful and somewhat dominant personality, and sometimes made Stella hold back when dealing with her. She was reluctant to confront her. In reality she was a little fearful of her step daughter, although she was never physically threatened in any way.
Andrea taller by 4" in height to her step mother, and a little bigger all round, she weighed around 10lbs more. She was also a lot fitter due to her age and school sports, so strength was in her favour. She also had a coloured girlfriend and no one knew about their relationship, and she was also in a relationship with her girlfriend's brother too. Her boyfriend was quite nice, he was 22 years old, but he was black, and Stella wasn't used to being around black men. But she couldn't help notice the looks he gave her, and the lust in his eyes, but only she had seen it.
She knew Dorothy, Andrea's friend, but that was as far as it went up to now. Andrea reminded Stella of herself when she was that age, sure of herself, easy in her own skin, confident in front of others, and didn't suffer fools gladly. And she was extremely beautiful. Stella had seen lots of her mother's photos so she knew where she got her statuesque beauty from.
Andrea had soft reddish brown hair that hung like gossamer from her head; she really was a natural beauty in every sense. Stella would look at her sometimes and sigh, sigh because she was so beautiful and Stella being like she was had a whole lot of trouble not revealing the lust she sometimes felt for her. But she didn't know that Andrea knew. She had seen the wistful look in her eyes when she gazed upon her sometimes, it excited Andrea and she was building up to her stepmothers seduction and capture.
She had discussed it with Dorothy and plans had been laid for the big day, which happened to be today. Her father was away for the rest of the week and Andrea and her lover knew that even if her stepmother resisted, she wouldn't be able to resist five full days of utter seduction.
It was 7 in the evening and she was just finishing preparing dinner for her and Andrea when she walked into the kitchen. She called out hello and went upstairs. Stella shouted hello back and continued. A few minutes later Andrea called out and asked Stella to come up, she had something she wanted to show her she had bought.
Stella stopped what she was doing, washed her hands and went o her step daughter.
"What is it honey?" she asked as she entered her room. She stopped dead in her tracks. Andrea was wearing high heels, stockings, a very tiny thong, an equally tiny bra and a see through negligee, her hair was piled on top of her head and she looked magnificent.
"Wow," Stella mumbled, she thought that Andrea could not have looked any sexier if she had tried.
"My Andrea you look good honey, special occasion?" Stella murmured to her.
"You could say that Mommy," she said in a teasing sultry voice. She spun on the ball of one foot while keeping her eye on her stepmother. Then she saw the gleaming lustful look in her eyes. They were like beacons being beckoned, Andrea pushed up her chest and proudly pointed her straining nipples at Stella, Stella was almost goggle eyed at the sight before her, she had no idea she was being reeled right in.
'Look at her,' Andrea thought, 'she has no idea how sexy and appealing she is, but she is going to find out in a moment!' Stella's inners were like liquid, her lower half was gripping her, and walking into the trap Andrea had laid. Andrea had fastened two lengths of soft rope to her headboard, with slip knots ready for her. Stella was about to be caught. Andrea stepped towards her, held up her magnificent and proud breasts and whispered, "how about these mommy, you like, hmmmm?"
Stella stood stock still unable to tear her eyes of her step daughter's fabulous body; she felt Andrea's sweet breath on her cheek as she closed right up.
"Want some mommy, hey, you do don't you, you can't resist this can you?" Her taunting voice crucified her as she lifted her breasts further to Stella's red face. Stella was in awe, her vagina pealed like bells in a church, they rang the changes.
Without realising what was happening Stella found herself being lowered to the bed in a stupor, her eyes still glued to Andreas pulsing breasts. Andrea fastened one loop and the other was being tightened when she looked in consternation at her step daughter.
"Andrea, what are you do...?" that was when she knew she was being done over by her husbands gorgeous girl. Andrea was already climbing over her prisoner, knees either side, looking down at the beautiful woman below her. She almost casually started undoing her blouse. Stella gasped when she saw what was happening.
"Andrea," she pleaded, "what are you doing honey?"
"Doing mommy dearest? I'm doing you, or to be closer to the point I am about to do you!" Her smile lit the room, she undid the last button and pulled out Stella's blouse, she was wearing a front clip bra and Andrea undid that without taking her eyes from Stella.
"My my mommy what beautiful breasts, are they as sensitive as they look?" Stella knew how sensitive they were when she was aroused. Only a stunted gurgle came from her lips. She could feel her nipples hardening in response to Andrea teasing her, they were growing fast and furiously. She looked down to see them standing prominently upwards, thick and hard about ½".
