The first time Maria met her stepfather was when her mother brought him for dinner one fine evening. Maria was convinced that he would leave her mother again just like the other 'stepfathers' she had before. She simply ignored the man thinking that he would be gone a few months from then. How wrong was she at that time because not only Malcolm Stone married her mother but he stayed with them till Maria's mother decided to leave him and Maria just a few months after she celebrated her 18th birthday.
Flora Stone ran away with one of her many exes leaving Maria with Malcolm. Malcolm really loved flora and he was devastated. Maria did not know what to do to help him because she was not that close to him and to her Malcolm deserved to be duped by her mother because he should have noticed all the glaring signs Flora had shown through their marriage. For an engineer, Malcolm was quite naive and not that smart Maria thought.
A few months after Flora left, Maria did not know what to do. She was too lazy to further her studies in any college and she had been working at the nearby bookstore since she was in high school. She was getting a bit bored and antsy. It was quite awkward for Maria to be living in the same house with ex stepfather but every time she asked him about moving out he would brush it off saying his house was big enough for a family of 10. She could not argue as it was indeed a huge house with everything she needed including a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. They had a maid who came twice a week and everything else was perfect. What more could Maria want?
One day Malcolm knocked on her bedroom and poked his head inside. Maria was on her bed and smiled at him.
"Hey Maria, can we talk," he asked.
"Sure Malcolm," she replied. He walked in and sat at the edge of her bed. She sat up and stared at him. His forefinger trailed the flowery designs on her duvet and he sighed.
"I'm sorry Maria. I know this is hard for you. Your mother called and... and she wants to come home," he asserted while staring into her eyes.
He looked hopeful and it broke Maria's heart to say what she wanted to say. "No. Don't let her come back." Maria's voice shook.
"But baby, she said she's sorry and that man left her for another girl. She's all alone and..." Malcolm stopped when Maria rose from her bed.
"No! Stop making excuses for that bitch!" She yelled.
"Maria! She's your mother." Malcolm reasoned.
"No Malcolm! She can't come back. You can't let her come back here! She left you for another man!"
Malcolm stood up and looked at Maria. His eyes pleading. "I am willing to forgive her." He explained. "I think I still love her." He contemplated before adding.
"No Malcolm! Don't be stupid! She will not change and she'll leave you again with someone else next time." Maria shouted.
"Please give her a chance. I can give her a chance then why can't you?" He begged. Maria defiantly stood her ground and stared into his gray eyes.
"Do you really wanna know why? Because you're a stupid moronic man who still doesn't understand that Flora is a whore who will spread her legs for anyone! She's a whore Malcolm! She's a wh..."
Malcom slapped her before she could finish her sentence. Both of them were shocked. Tears started brimming in her eyes and she touched her face. "I'm so sorry Maria. Forgive me! Oh my God! Are you okay baby?" Malcolm frantically asked her while trying to touch her face.
"I don't even know who my father is Malcolm." She whispered. "She sleeps with anyone Malcolm. She doesn't care. She doesn't love you. She doesn't even love me. She left us Malcolm!" Maria murmured as tear started wetting her cheeks. "She only loves herself." Maria added. Malcolm gathered her in his arm and carried her to the bed. He sat down with her on his lap.
"You're a nice man Malcolm. You're too nice! Don't let her back. It's not fair to you." Maria croaked. She hugged him tighter as her arms circled his neck. His hand was rubbing her back, soothing her.
"I'm not a nice man baby." He suddenly said.
"You are!" Maria smiled into his neck. "You're always here for me. You helped me with my school work. You bought me my prom dress! You helped me with my science fair. You beat up that boy at high school for me." He laughed.
"What should I do Maria?" He asked.
"Don't let her back." Maria replied.
"She's your mother," He added.
"I don't care." She answered.
Malcolm simply sat on her bed rocking her. They did not say anything for the longest time. Maria stared at their reflection in the huge mirror she had in her room. She realized that she was only wearing a pair of black panties and a light yellow camisole. Malcolm was wearing slacks and shirt from work. Maria liked how they looked in the mirror. Then Maria gasped.
"Are you okay baby?" Malcolm suddenly asked.
"I'm fine. Just hold me," she barely whispered. Maria bit her bottom lip suppressing another gasp. Her nipples were hard and engorged. She was aroused and confused at the same time. She tightened her hold on her stepfather's neck while rubbing her tits onto his body. She could feel warm gush of liquid seeping out her warm pussy.
"Maria? You okay honey?" Malcolm's voice pierced through the silence.
"Yes Malcolm," she answered.
"I'm sorry I slapped you," Malcolm's voice was filled with remorse.
"It's okay," Maria answered.
"I better get lunch started. Maybe reheat the stew Mrs. Moore made for us?" He asked. His hand continued rubbing her back.
"Malcolm, please don't let Mom back here. I beg you Malcolm."
They had lunch at the small dinner table in the kitchen. Since Flora left, they no longer had elaborate dinner parties that Flora loved to host. Maria actually enjoyed the peace and quiet. Malcolm stared at the young girl in front of him. She was small standing at 5 feet maybe 2 inches with raven black hair and blue eyes; she was a stunning young woman. This was a contrast to her mother who was as tall as a model with the same blue eyes and dark hair.
"Don't like the stew?" He asked the sad young woman. She gave him a weak smile and shook her head.
"Wanna go out for some ice cream?" He asked while smiling.
"Malcolm... I'm fine. We don't need ice cream," Maria answered.
"Let's go. I drive." Malcolm stood up.
A while later.
"Here's your favourite, butterscotch ice cream," Malcolm handed her ice cream.
"I don't understand how you can eat mint ice cream! It's an ice cream for old people!" Maria cringed.
"Hey! I'm not old!" Malcolm laughed.
They ate the ice cream in the car while looking at the park in front of them. Maria kept stealing looks at the older man next to her. He had brown hair and there were some gray hair on his temples. Maria thought for a while about how and why she all of the sudden was attracted to him. As she continued licking her ice cream, she could feel something shifting. Her body felt alive. The more she looked at her stepfather she could feel her nipples tightening. She knew she was getting aroused by the second. Her mind wandered to the reflection she saw in the mirror in her room. How would she look naked with Malcolm between her legs? Never in a million years would Maria ever think of having sex with Malcolm because Malcolm was simply Malcolm to her.
"Malcolm, can I ask you something?" She asked.