The following story is based loosely on an event that happened to the author at the age of nineteen. The names have been changed to protect the persons involved.
Being raised by my paternal grandparents, my parents having divorced when I was an infant, meant my childhood was different to my school friends but overall I was happy and loved.
My father and I had a relationship of sorts but I was never really close to him, my mother had decided she didn't need me in her new life so my relationship with her was none existent, but when he told me he was planning to get married for a second time I was intrigued to meet my future stepmother, not that I would ever call her that.
Now when you think of the archetypal stepmother you think of the miserable woman who resents her partners children and is decidedly meaner towards them than any offspring she may have. Sharon, my fathers bride to be, could not have been further from this character than could be imagined. The two things that surprised me most about her were the fact she was stunningly beautiful, my father was definitely punching above his weight, and at twenty eight years old she was only fourteen years older than me.
The wedding was a small affair, the bride totally dominating the day with her elegance and beauty, and my father and his new lady soon settled into domestic bliss.
My relationship with Sharon grew steadily over the following years to the point where I spent a lot more time at my fathers house than I had in the preceding years, a fact that pleased my father, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was predominantly to be closer to his wife.
For my eighteenth birthday my father threw me a small party, at my request, but the definite highlight was a kiss from my stepmother, the smell of her perfume staying with me for days.
I began working in a local record store, music being a huge passion of mine, and I soon met and began dating a girl called Wendy, at nineteen she was slightly older than me and in the bedroom that extra year seemed obvious. Wendy and I explored many sexual activities, time that would hold me in good stead for years to come.
With my attention being mostly focused on Wendy, my time spent with Sharon diminished slightly, much to her annoyance. A fact I'd missed until she mentioned it one morning over breakfast.
"Have you fallen out with me?" she asked quietly.
I looked her in her big brown eyes "Never. Why would you think that?" I asked curiously.
Sharon held my gaze "Well we don't spend much time together anymore and with your father always being at work I was starting to think it was something I'd done?"
I walked around the kitchen table and hugged Sharon tightly, the feeling of her in my arms sending a warm sensation to my groin "Don't be silly, you know you're my favourite stepmom in the whole world" I giggled.
Sharon hugged me back "And you're my favourite stepson" she laughed.
For the next few weeks I made an effort to spend more time with Sharon, noticing there was definitely a tension between her and my father that hadn't been obvious before.
Probably due to my relationship with Wendy and our exploratory fun, I started to take more notice of just how incredible Sharon was as a woman. I'd always thought of her as beautiful, her long black hair always seeming to glisten, her brown eyes mesmerising, but now I saw that her figure was not disimilar to Wendy who was half her age. Sharons breasts were definitely larger, Wendys were a 34E according to her bra I'd often helped discard, and I wondered what her nipples were like. Seeing Sharon in shorts, her legs smooth and taut, had often resulted in me having to excuse myself to release the pressure in my lower half.
With the passing of my nineteenth birthday, my relationship with Wendy had come to an end due in part to me prefering to spend time with my stepmother, the division between my parents had turned into a trial seperation resulting in Sharon moving into a two bedroom rented apartment. The day she left I was devastated and angry at my father for letting this amazing lady leave. He continued to work as if nothing had changed, I found out much later that he had been seeing a colleague at work hence him not being upset at Sharon leaving.
One morning whilst at work I was surprised to see Sharon enter the shop. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, black boots, a tight grey T-shirt, leather biker jacket and her hair was held back in a ponytail, a small amount of make-up highlighting her natural beauty.
"Hey stranger" she said approaching the counter "How's things?"
I smiled, soaking in the presence of such beauty "I'm really good thanks. How's things with you?"
Sharon and I chatted for a while until a disapproving look from my boss signalled it was time for me to go back to work.
"If you get a chance feel free to pop round to mine, I have a few jobs you could help me with"
I watched the sway of Sharons hips as I promised I would definitely pop round to give her a hand.
Two days later I made true on my promise and found myself knocking on the front door to Sharons apartment. She welcomed me with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Again my eyes focused on her sway as I followed her into her home, her fantastic bum clad in a pair of old tracksuit bottoms, a yellow vest top covering her ample boobs.
"What jobs do you need doing?" I asked.
Sharon pointed out a couple of ceilings she needed painting and some wallpaper she needed removing so I quickly got to work with a scraper. It took us a couple of hours to remove the old wallpaper then bag up all the rubbish by which time we were both sweating and covered in dust. We had chatted pretty much none stop whilst we worked, Sharon surprised to hear that Wendy was no longer my girlfriend, and it felt good to spend some quality time with her again.
