Life hadn't been going well for me. I'd just finished my first year at college and was home for the summer. I'd gotten a solid "C" average and had barely passed most of my classes. My girlfriend had broken up with me over e-mail at the beginning of the second semester. I'd given up on finding a summer job after a month of coming up with nothing. On top of it all, Dad had just gotten re-married.
Mom had died about two years before. We were pretty broken up about it, but I guess Dad got over it faster. I still missed Mom pretty badly and I resented that he found another woman so fast. I made up the excuse that I had too much school work to come to the wedding. That was a lie. They came down to see me soon after. We met at a diner right outside the campus.
I can't say I hated her when I met her. She seemed like a nice and sane woman. Also, she was pretty hot, and I'm not usually into older women. She was 35, ten years younger than Dad. She had long, black hair, a pretty face and a really nice rack. Ellen was her name. We got along fine, until I came home for the summer.
While Dad was at work, she'd stay home and walk around in nothing but panties and a tight white tank top. She's make no effort to cover up while I was around. I hadn't gotten laid in months, so you can imagine how frustrating this was for me. A big part of why I really wanted a summer job was just to get away from her. Not only had she replaced Mom, she was going around the house half-dressed like a slut. I didn't resent her at first, now I did.
Even with no job, I would leave the house anyway. I didn't really go anywhere. I'd usually just walk around. Sometimes I'd go to the park with a book to read. Sometimes I'd go to a friend's house and hang out. I didn't tell any of my friends about what was going on. They'd probably think I was a pervert for being hot for my stepmom.
One day, I came home and she was laying on the couch. Again, just in that tight white tank top and panties. "Oh, honey," she said, "I've been on my feet cleaning all day. Mind giving your dear old stepmother a foot massage?"
I just gave her a dirty look and went to my room in a huff. I stayed in there all afternoon. Later, when Dad came up and asked me if I wanted any dinner, I just calmly told him I wasn't hungry. No need to take out my anger out on him.
That night, while I was laying in bed, I kept thinking about Ellen. I thought about the way her panties hugged her ass and how that top barely contained her tits. I could feel the boner growing in my boxers. I threw back my sheets and pulled them down.
I started jacking off and thinking about Ellen laying on the couch.
I imagined instead of going up to my room when she asked for a foot massage, I went up to her.
I imagined telling her, "I'll give you more than a massage, bitch!"
I imagined tearing off her panties, taking out my stiff cock and climbing on top of her.
I imagined her pushing me and telling me to stop and get off.
I imagined fucking her while she started crying and begging for me to get off.
"No, stop it! Why are you doing this?"
"Shut up, cunt! You've been wanting this! That's why you've been walking around half-dressed!"
"No! No! Please!"
As I imagined her writhing and whining beneath me, I groaned and came all over my chest and stomach. I lay there panting and looking up at the ceiling. I felt kind of bad, but not that bad. I got up and wiped the jizz off of me, put my boxers back on and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up at looked at the clock. It was 10:00 AM. Dad would be at work by now. I figured Ellen was probably downstairs, walking around almost naked like always. That made me aware of my raging morning wood. I heard a knock on my door.
"Jeremy, can I come in?" It was Ellen.
"Yeah, come in," I said.
