My step-mom and I were never really that close, even when I was younger, so I was surprised when I got the message telling me I had to call her immediately. I was even more surprised when she told me that my dad had suffered a heart attack and I needed to come home right away.
Dad was a typical 'workaholic'; working 60 hours or more a week, ignoring his own health, and putting on a lavish lifestyle for his potential clients. His wife, my step-mom, was just a piece of 'eye candy' that had been added to the illusion, or so I thought, after my mother had died. He'd always told me he intended on retiring when he was 55 to 'live the good life'. Unfortunately, his plan came to a sudden end when he stepped outside one morning and collapsed right there in the driveway.
Now don't get me wrong, my dad was a great father, in his way, he just didn't know how to show it. Instead, he made sure I had the best of everything I might need which is why I was almost a thousand miles away, at one of the most prestigious colleges in the country, when I got the call.
Fortunately, I had taken my last exam of the semester just a few hours before getting her call so I was able to hit the road in just over 30 minutes.
When I walked into my dad's hospital room a little over 15 hours later, (Yeah, I pushed the speed limit in some areas) Jacqueline, (aka Jackie) was waiting for me. I could tell she hadn't slept from the dark shadows and heavy bags around her eyes.
"Where is he?" I asked, urgently.
She looked up, startled that I was there. "He's in surgery."
"SURGERY!!"
Her eyes filled with tears. "He had a second heart attack early this morning. They ... they're ... not sure ..."
I felt as if the world had just come crashing down on me. "Are you telling me he might not make it?"
She nodded her head but didn't say a word.
Just then the doctor walked in. A typical 'professional smile' on her face.
We looked at her hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
"The good news is he made it through the surgery. He had three blood vessels that were partially blocked and another that was completely blocked. Now, all we can do is wait. He's being transferred to the ICU right now so I'll have one of the nurses take you over there after they've got him settled in."
"What are his chances?" I asked.
"This is my stepson," Jackie explained in response to the doctor's quizzical look.
The doctor's gaze shifted from her back to me. "The next 24 hours will tell. It's obvious he hasn't taken care of his health over the years so there's no guarantees." And with that, she was gone.
A nurse showed up a few moments later and took us to the ICU and we were allowed to see my dad for a few moments. To say he looked like shit would have been an understatement.
His skin was an ashy-gray color and he looked more like 100 than 46. Tubes were sticking out of him from everywhere and the constant beeping of the machines was more than I could take for more than a few minutes. I could tell Jackie wasn't dealing well with the situation either as I took her arm and we walked to the Waiting Room. We sat and talked about everything EXCEPT my dad. By some unspoken agreement, we avoided that topic.
The hours crept by. Lunchtime came and went, and then dinner but neither of us was hungry so we stayed, reading and rereading old magazines, watching reruns of old TV shows, or listening to the hospital-provided 'relaxation music' on the TV. At some point, we both fell asleep only to be woken by the ever-ominous
"Code Blue - ICU. Code Blue - ICU. Code Blue - Bed 6 - ICU."
"Bed 6!! That's my dad!!"
my mind screamed as I headed for the door. It was only the touch of Jackie's hand that stopped me.
"There's nothing either of us can do in there except get in the way," she said, softly.
The next hour seemed more like years and when we saw the doctor come towards us she didn't have to say a thing ... the look on her face said it all. Jackie buried her head in her hands and began to cry, uncontrollably, while the doctor tried to explain what had happened. All I heard was, "Bla ... Bla ... Bla ... We did the best we could." When Jackie and I left, we both knew that an important part of our lives was being left behind in the hospital.
We struggled through the necessary arrangements and buried my dad the following week. What happened after that is still somewhat of a blur. Jackie and I stumbled through the day-to-day routines oblivious to almost everything around us.
Then one morning, as if a light switch had been thrown, Jackie decided we needed to clean the house and start getting rid of my father's stuff by donating it to a local shelter. At first, I fought the idea but after another couple of days I realized she was right and we started going through his things bit by bit.
The basement, the garage, his office ... all of them soon had been cleaned and cleared, and through it all a change seemed to come over Jackie. The crumpled woman who'd met me at the hospital melted away and was replaced by the beautiful, vibrant, carefree woman I'd known when I was youngster.
Though 35 years old, she looked much younger, probably due to the time she spent outside or in the gym. She had brunette hair, highlighted with streaks of auburn, sky-blue eyes, a turned-up nose, and high cheekbones. Her lips were 'kissable' according to every one of my friends ... and I didn't disagree. At 5-foot, 6-inches tall she was a bit on the short side in comparison to many of the other women in the area but made up for it by wearing 3-inch high heels almost everywhere she went. Her bust, though not huge, was definitely not small (I found out later she was a 36D). Her waist was slender but flared out to a shapely set of hips and her legs were long and toned. And as if that wasn't enough her skin was velvety smooth and tanned to a tawny brown. The only flaw, if you want to call it that, was the tan lines that were clearly visible across her shoulders.
After days and days of sifting and sorting the only room that was left was the bedroom.
"I can't," she said that morning at the breakfast table. "Too much ... I mean that is where your father and I ... well ... you know ..."
I'd noticed she'd been sleeping on the couch in the living room but hadn't understood until now. I nodded my head trying to make light of the situation. "No big deal. I'll handle it." And so after breakfast was over she stayed in the kitchen to clean up while I headed to the bedroom.
Drawer-by-drawer were emptied and box-after-box were filled until all that was left was the closet. The moment I opened it a wave of nostalgia swept over me. The tie I'd given him as a birthday present years ago, the suit that he'd worn to my graduation, and his favorite sweater, all hung to one side with the rest of his 'relaxation' clothes while his day-to-day business clothes hung on the other. One by one I took them down reliving some special memory before packing them away.
When I took the last piece of clothing from the top shelf two manila envelopes and a leather-bound book fell to the floor. Thinking they might be important business papers, I sat down on the bed and opened the first envelope.
The first couple of pictures were of my mom dressed in her Wedding gown and in some of the fancy dresses my father had bought her for special events or parties but about halfway through that changed.
That was when I found a photo of her stretched out on the very bed I was sitting on. She was lying on her left side, her right leg bent and her foot tucked behind her left knee. Her head rested in the palm of her hand as she looked at the camera, an impish grin on her face. The surprise was that all she was wearing was a sheer, white 'baby-doll' nightgown and a pair of white high heels. Shocked, the picture slid from my hand to the floor revealing the second picture which was similar to the first but she had pulled the nightgown apart allowing a breast to fall from its confines.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
my mind yelled but there was no answer.
Embarrassed, shocked, surprised, confused, and a thousand other words surged through my mind yet none of them could explain how I was feeling. I quickly picked up the photo that had fallen, stuffed it back into the envelope with the other pictures, and threw it onto the bed before returning to the closet to finish clearing it out. But, like a moth drawn to a flame, my mind kept returning to the envelopes and the book. I had no doubt what I'd find but couldn't stop thinking about them.
"Fuck it!" I snarled as I finally gave in and returned to the bed. I opened the second envelope and as expected there was a picture of Jackie ... or rather a close-up of her face. She seemed to be looking right at me, her eyes sparkling and her lips pursed for a kiss.
"Arrrggghhhhhh," I groaned.
The next four pictures were pretty standard and mundane but the sixth one in the bundle took my breath away. She was lying on the bed just as my mother had been but I recognized the outfit she had on ... or at least the parts she was wearing. It was her Wedding dress ... sort of. She had on the veil, though it was pulled back to reveal her face, as well as the matching pearl choker and earrings she'd been wearing along with a white garter belt, a pair of white stockings, and white high heels ... nothing else.
I, instantly, felt my cock harden and groaned, little realizing what was yet to come. In the next picture, she had spread her legs revealing her womanly treasure and the small patch of hair above it, yet it was her eyes that seemed to be drawing me in. They seemed to be ablaze with desire and I could just make out the tip of her tongue between her lips. And as if that wasn't enough, she had her arm out and her finger bent as if beckoning me towards her. Instinctively, my cock began to throb.
"What the fuck am I doing?"
my mind screamed.
"She's my stepmom!"
And with that, I put the pictures back and returned to the closet. Unfortunately, I was almost done when I'd found the envelopes and the only place left to put the few boxes I still needed to go through was on the bed right where the envelopes now lay.
Hoping to avoid any further embarrassment, I moved the envelopes and picked up the leather-bound book. BIG mistake! I opened it and instantly recognized Jackie's writing:
** April 22 **
We fucked three times today. God, I love the feel of his cock buried inside of me. The first time was in the kitchen. I was bent over the stove making eggs when I suddenly felt him behind me. Owwwwwwwwwww ... I didn't even have a chance to move before he had my skirt pulled up and my panties down around my ankles. OMG!! He took me like a madman pounding deep inside of me. Surprisingly, I loved it!!
Afterward, we ate our breakfast and I headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I'd barely stepped under the water when I felt him behind me again. "Care for seconds?" he asked as he spun me around and lifted me like I didn't weigh a thing. Then he slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. Even now I get a shiver up and down my spine thinking about it. I guess I'm just a born slut at heart. We fucked until the water turned cold and then finished on the bathroom floor. Mmmmmmmmmm.
The third time was later in the day. We had just finished dinner when he pushed me against the glass patio door. Then he yanked my top down, revealing my tits to anyone who might have happened to be looking in that direction. I couldn't move as he pushed down my shorts and panties and drove his cock deep inside of me again. Some part of me loved being dominated and taken like that. I came twice before he filled me with his cum.
The image of my dad and Jackie fucking in the kitchen, the very place I'd just been sitting with her, and then in the bathroom made my cock jerk and I felt a small wet spot in my boxer-briefs as pre-cum oozed from the tip.
"Alex? Are you almost done up there? I was wondering what you wanted for dinner so I can go shopping to get whatever we might need?"
"Dinner?" I wondered until I looked at my watch and realized I'd been there for over two hours.
"Ummmmmmm. I hadn't thought about it ...
