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This is a revised and resubmitted story written by me. Hope
you enjoy it as much if not more than the original.
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The sun was already shining through his window when Andy woke the next morning and instantly he began to recall the events of the night before. Though not as romantic or exotic as he had dreamt, it had still happened.
He had been on his way to bed when he had heard moaning coming from his parent's room. When he had looked in he had seen his gorgeous step-mother laying nude on the bed while she was pumping her fingers in and out of her wet pussy and quietly calling his name. Overcome with his own excitement he had bumped the door and she had seen him standing there just after she had finished, but the best part was yet to come because she had followed him to his room. The events after that still seemed like a dream as he remembered the feel of her breasts and how hard her nipples had gotten when she had him play with them while she slid her hand up and down his cock until he had cum in her hand. But the best part had been when she had rubbed his cum all over her tits as if it were a body lotion.
The thought of it instantly made his cock jump and a groan to form deep in his chest. His hand slowly slid down his body just as hers had and wrap around his cock but he suddenly remembered her words; "...
no more playing with yourself, from now on if you need any relief you just let your step-mom know and she'll take care of you."
Getting out of bed he quickly rearranged his jogging pants so that his cock wasn't too evident and went in search of his step-mom. Carol wasn't too hard to find since the aroma of eggs, toast and tea filled the house and drew Andy to the kitchen where he found her standing at the counter looking out the window. Silently he stood there staring at her. Dressed in a pair of jeans, with a white sleeveless T-Shirt and black heels he felt his cock hardening again as he thought about what he'd like to do to and with her.
"Good Morning, Kiddo," she said suddenly as she turned around.
"Morning," he replied as he headed for the table and took a seat. Then he suddenly asked, "Why do you always call me Kiddo?"
"Hmmmmm, I'm not really sure. I guess it's because I needed some way to keep thinking of you as a kid ..." she said as she placed a plate of eggs in front of him.
Andy nodded his head but didn't say a word as she continued.
"... but after last night I don't think I can do that anymore, so what would you like me to call you?"
Andy sat for a few moments thinking about it before answering. "Well, my full name is Andrew but that sounds too formal so maybe we should call me Andy like everyone else."
"I think I can do that."
"But how about you? Would you prefer I call you Carol or Goldie? I'm not sure I can call you mom."
"Well, when we're 'playing together' you can call me Goldie if you'd like but I think it would be better if we stuck with Carol any other time. After all, 'Goldie' is our little secret and I'm not sure your father would understand if he found out about my old career or the fact that I'm going to be modeling for the students in your class."
Smiling Andy asked, "So what are your plans for the day, Carol?"
"Well, I have to do some food shopping and stuff for the house and then Goldie has an appointment with a new photographer to up-date her portfolio."
"Is it one of the students from my class?"
"No. I think she told your instructor that all photo sessions with the students would take place by appointment only. That way there can't be any problems regarding the school. But how about you? What are you doing today?"
"Nothing really. I've got some homework to take care of and then I promised Dad I'd cut the grass once a week while he was gone so I'll take care of that. Otherwise, I'll probably just hang around the house."
"Sounds good, but you may want to consider cleaning your room while you're at it."
Andy rolled his eyes, "God, now you're starting to sound like a mother."
Placing her hands on her hips Carol began to laugh as she replied, "Well, I am your step-mom."
Laughing almost as hard, Andy answered in his best 'little boy' voice, "Yes ma'am," and both began to laugh all over again.
Breakfast was quickly finished and Carol disappeared to her room to dress while Andy headed outside to take care of the grass. When he came back inside he found a note;
Andy,
I tried to get your attention but you had your headphones on. I should be home about 6 or 7 depending on the photo shoot. I put dinner in the slow-cooker so if you don't mind waiting we can eat together when I get back.
Carol
J
P.S. Don't forget about your room. LOL
Andy glanced at the wall clock and saw it was already 2 o'clock so the idea of waiting to have dinner with the most beautiful woman he knew didn't seem to be a problem at all. Cleaning his room and doing the last of his homework didn't take nearly as long as he had thought so he was done by 4:30. Running through the things he wanted to do an idea struck him so he GOOGLED in the name 'Goldie Star' on his computer; dozens of sites popped up all of them filled with nude pictures of his step-mom. "
God," she's beautiful
, he thought as he became engrossed by the pictures. In each series she started out dressed in some type of provocative outfit and slowly stripped until she was revealing herself entirely nude. Without even thinking about it he suddenly began to examine each picture; noting the type of pose, the color and style of the outfit, the lighting, and how each seemed to complement or detract from her. Then he finally looked at her; her hair style, her eyes, the way that her breasts had a much more natural sag to them in compared to other photos he'd seen of nude woman, the flair of her hips, the tone of her legs and the junction between her legs. All seemed to form the perfect woman. Then he suddenly remembered what he'd overheard his dad say once about what made the perfect woman. "The perfect woman is a woman who can be the perfect lady out of bed and the perfect slut in bed." Andy thought about that for awhile and then began to wonder how or why Carol had gotten into the modeling profession until he heard a loud crashing sound at the front door.
"What the fuck?"
he thought as he headed towards the door to investigate. He was prepared for almost anything except what he found. Carol stood in the doorway; her blouse was ripped, her jeans were zipped but the top button was missing and she was carrying her shoes in her hands. Worse yet was the fact that she had been crying and a bruise appeared to be forming just under her left eye. "WHAT HAPPENED?" he yelled when he saw her.
Carol cringed at the sound and broke into tears.
Andy quickly stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her only to feel her wince and pull away. Moving more gently he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him as her tears soaked into his shirt.
Slowly she seemed to melt into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer. "I went to the photo shoot and ... mmmmm ... the photographer," she said the last word filled with anger, "decided that I should try something new to broaden my career. When I asked what he wanted me to try he grabbed me and ripped the front of my blouse open. Then he started saying things like I was a worthless whore and deserved everything he was going to do to me. I tried to fight but he slapped me across the face, threw me across a table, and yanked my pants and shoes off before I even knew what was going on. I was so shocked I didn't even notice the ropes he had tied to the table legs until he flipped me over onto my back and tied me down. And when I tried to scream he stuffed some type of ball in my mouth." Tears streamed from her eyes as she held Andy close. "After that my mind just shut down. I know he took a lot of pictures of me like that, while telling me I was nothing more than a common bitch meant to be tamed. When he was done taking pictures of me laying there he flipped me over on my stomach and he ... he ... he did this ..." Carol whispered as she pulled away and tuned her back to him while taking her blouse and pants off to reveal the red welts and bruises that were beginning to form across her back and buttocks.
Anger flared in Andy like he'd never felt before. His father had taught him that there was absolutely no reason to hit a woman and this went far beyond that. Quietly he asked, "Did he ...?"
"No ... I don't think so," Carol said as she reached between her legs. When she brought them back up she turned back towards Andy to show him her fingers and revealed herself to him without seeming to realize what she was doing. There was no blood on her fingers but her womanly fragrance drifted from them directly to Andy causing mixed emotions to surge within him; anger at the person who had done this and desire to hold this woman and assure her that everything would be ok.
Anger won out, momentarily, as Andy looked into Carol's eyes and thought about what the 'photographer' had done. "Where did you meet this guy?"
"Andy, please don't. Leave it alone. I don't want to see you get hurt too."
Realizing that Carol was trying to protect him as well as deny that anything had happened Andy reached for her purse and pulled out her scheduler. Everything he needed was there; name, address, and phone number, but now was not the time, Carol needed him far more. "Ok, first things first; let's get you out of those rags and into a warm shower ... that is if you're absolutely sure nothing happened," he asked again. He had seen more than enough TV shows to know that if a woman had been raped she wasn't supposed to wash up because it could destroy evidence.
"I'm sure," she whispered as Andy wrapped his arms around her again. She felt safe ... safe and protected. She knew that this would never happen if Andy were her photographer and instantly made up her mind. No matter who might be the best in his class she was going to offer him the opportunity to be her personal photographer from now on. That decision also brought about the realization that she was standing in front of him totally naked and that he would be seeing her naked a lot more ... causing a thrill to ignite in the core of her womanhood.
"Ok, then. Let's get you cleaned up," he said as he slowly pulled away and scooped her up in his arms just as if he was a groom and she was his bride.
