"Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written."
CH02 C'est la vie
My new Stepmom or Mom was only fifteen years older than me. She had a firm, sexy body and shoulder length blond hair.
Stepmom was not only beautiful, but outgoing, too. She was the type of woman that could immediately enthrall anyone with her highly addictive, sweet smile, and sparkling green eyes. 'Chauncey' Olcott probably knew someone like Mom when he wrote "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling."
Living with a Mom whose green eyes were practiced at tantalizing any creature that came into contact with her and who had a body that would ensure the promise of the total fulfillment of your most erotic dreams - was very, very special. Sis and I were the envy of all our friends, neighbors, teachers...
Sis often told me that Mom had advised her that sex appeal starts with the little things....that it took little effort to adjust her appearance for everyday errand running.
Stepmom went onto explain that a woman doesn't need to spend hours in front of the mirror or invest in pricey clothes just to look good. It was only necessary to wear clothes that made you feel confident and attractive - clothes that accentuated the best parts of your body.
Mom practiced what she preached. She often ran around in our house in a pair of tight short shorts and a t-shirt that fit a little too tight. Her firm, round boobs and ass were accentuated to the n'th degree.
Although Mom usually wore a bra, there were occasions when she didn't. It was a real turn on to be talking to Mom and see her nipples harden, as she stood right next to you, looking into your eyes. Sis even experienced that!
I am sure Mom knew she gave my male friends hard-ons. If their shirts were tucked in before entering our house, they weren't went they left.
My buddies often commented that they wished they could have a Mom that looked like her. I often wondered if their Moms ever derived that, there was always more cum on their son's sheets the morning after visiting my house...
Eventually, Sis and I put two and two together. We began noticing that most of Mom's provocative behavior occurred when Dad wasn't around.
Dad worked a lot and was often away on extended business trips, leaving the three of us alone for several days at a time. During these timeframes, Mom's interest in jogging on the beach usually peaked. She would often be gone for hours...
Since Stepmom treated Sis and I like royalty, we would never even dream about talking to Dad about her curious behavior. We really liked our vivacious Stepmom.
Last but not least, although Dad and my 'new' Mom had only been married for a couple of years, they seemed to have a respect for each other that was very deep. My Dad and my 'real' Mom didn't have that. They fought a lot.
I remember one day, my parents had been arguing for several hours about Dad going out with his friends. Mom just wanted him to stay home...
Eventually, Mom retreated to their bedroom, after yelling at Dad, him and accusing him of not caring about us. Dad got more and more angry, yelling at her, "Shut the fuck up or I will give you something to squeal about!"
Mom continued yelling, taunting him, saying he wouldn't dare. When she added that she would kick him in the balls if he tried, Dad went off.
"Try it! C'mon, try it. Damn bitch!"
We then heard a commotion and then Dad yelling out, "You're gonna get it now!"
When we heard Mom start to cry, I got up to go to her, but Sis grabbed my arm. She shook her head 'no' when I looked at her.
Dad hollered out again, "Not so smart.... What? I can't hear you with my big cock in your big, fat mouth."
I hung my head in shame because I knew my Dad was abusing my Mom, and I did not want Sis to think that I was like that or would be like that, too. Sis knew what I was thinking and patted my hand.
"On your belly. Spread'em! Wider!"
Seconds later, we heard Mom shriek, "Ooohhh! Goddd! More lube you jerk!"
"Fuck you! I'll teach you to fuckin' yell at me. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your flabby ass! And, you better not get any on my cock!"
First, Sis and I just heard their antique bed violently creaking. However, as Dad got into it, we also heard the loud plop, plop sound of his hips slamming into Mom's soft, ample ass.
I got hard. I couldn't help it. I hoped Sis wouldn't notice.
My parents forced anal copulation did not last long. After just a few minutes, which felt like hours, Dad let loose an uncontrolled roar and then everything was quiet.
Dad took a shower, locked the bedroom door, and left about thirty minutes later. He never commented about what had happened and we never asked.
After throwing their soiled bed sheets into the trash, Mom left an hour later. Unlike Dad, she never came back.
Experiences like this made Sis and I close. We had no one else to turn to.
Another day I'll never forget was when Dad came kind of close to catching onto Stepmom. Ultimately, it was really no contest. Stepmom was way too clever and she had too many weapons.
Dad and Mom didn't realize I was standing next to the kitchen doorway, so I heard and saw a lot. My 'new' parent's interactions were important to me - and I was nosey. I had no guilt whatsoever - eavesdropping.
"Darling, don't you think those jogging shorts are a little revealing?"
Mom's camel toe was very prominent today. She had never dressed like that when Dad was around. Mom was getting either careless or hornier, I sarcastically thought.
Mom looked back at Dad boldly as she poured her coffee, smiled, and erotically wiggled her butt. Wow! I had never seen Mom do that. This was great I thought.
"Honey! Seriously! I mean the kids...what if they start getting ideas?"
"I'm their Mother, for goodness sake!" Mom said with a laugh. "They might want to have sex with kids their own age, but they'd never look at me that way."
"Yeah right!" I thought. Sis and I could not keep our eyes off Mom's camel toe, when she wore her snug jogging shorts.
In fact, Sis and I talked about it at length. For example, we could tell: when Mom's genitals were swollen; that Mom shaved because pubic hair would have masked the underlying shape of her labia; and, that Mom most likely bought shorts that highlighted the outline of her genitalia. Last, and most importantly - we knew that Mom knew we knew these things.
Mom walked over to Dad, leaned down, and sexily kissed his cheek. "I thought I'd wear them for you," she murmured in his ear. "To give you something to think about while you're at work... I really enjoyed making love last night and I want you to do it, again, tonight...in bed...with lots of lube...but in my tight, little ass!"
As Mom spoke, I couldn't help thinking about my hard cock being in Mom's sexy mouth as I watched her lips move. I imagined seeing her lips wrapped around my cock...her cheeks concave...as she sucked my cock.
"Wow. That's hot!" Dad said startling me out of my fantasy. Then he smiled, stood up, and slid his hands around Mom's hips to cup her ass cheeks. I was sooo jealous watching him knead her silky, soft cheeks with his fingers as he kissed her good bye.
"It's a date, then," Mom said as Dad let her go with obvious reluctance and headed out the door. I knew and Mom certainly did, too, that Dad would be too exhausted, when he returned home.
I also knew or suspected - at the very least, that Mom had worn those shorts, specifically, to arouse someone other than Dad. Someone she would probably hook-up with somewhere on the jogging trails.
Sis and I had no allusions about Mom's winsome personality. We knew she was not the moral equivalent of 'The Flying Nun'.
Sis and I actually got a firsthand view one day of Mom's sexuality in action. We were looking for our own secluded spot down the beach, when we heard voices nearby.
As we quietly and cautiously approached the voices, we saw a naked, black kid squatting down over something. We stopped, watched, and listened, before deciding it was safe to inch closer.
When we were about fifteen yards away, we crouched behind some thick shrubs and trees. We had an excellent view from our vantage point.
I also had an excellent view of Sis's voluptuous breasts. She was wearing a golf shirt that wasn't buttoned, so whenever she bent forward... the cleavage shots were magnificent.
