My parents divorced when I was young, and it was for the better. My dad got custody of me in the divorce, and I haven't seen my mom since. She never really cared for me. My dad, trying to fill a void in his life right away, re-married quickly.
He met and started dating Sally around the time of my puberty, when my sexual curiosity began. She was averagely skinny, had strawberry blond hair, two beautiful DD breasts, a great ass, and great legs. Needless to say, I couldn't help fantasizing about her.
Years went by, and I went off to a local college. Dad had always had a job that kept him close to home, but nowadays, his new job had him all over the country, making my step-mother very lonely. We'd talk on the phone every now and again, keeping a very friendly relationship. She had asked me a few times to come back and visit, but I had always been too busy with school work.
However, I decided I would come back one Friday in October, for a surprise weekend visit. Commuting back home was easy. There was a train that ran right through my home-town, and my house wasn't far away from the train station. The weather was absolutely beautiful, so it was a nice walk to the house.
When I got there, I rang the door-bell, and awaited my joyous greeting. Sally opened up the door, and I yelled, "Surprise!"
"Oh hi Dave, what are you doing here?"
"Well, you kept bugging me to come and visit you guys, so I decided to make it a surprise."
"That's great, but I got bad news. Your dad is out of town on a trip, he won't be home this weekend."
Damn, I thought, I'd made the trip for nothing.
"Oooo, shit, I shoulda thought of that before coming all this way."
"Well it's not like you have to go back right away, you can still visit with me, if you wouldn't mind."
A thought crossed my mind, and I smiled inside.
"Oh God no, I don't mind."
So I walked in the house, and set down my stuff. We hugged, and I got to feel her big breasts rub right up against me. Both of us walked into the living room to sit down and talk. She offered me something to drink, but I wasn't thirsty. Mostly we just talked of what I had been up to at school, but soon I got to ask what had been goin on at home.
"So how's the business going?" I asked. Sally worked out of the house, as she had started up her own company.
"Oh it's goin great, we're gettin a lot of business. I really think it's gonna take off more soon enough."
"That's great! We should go out to dinner to celebrate."
"That sounds like a great idea, I know just the place I'd like to go. I've been wanting to go there again for quite some time."
We went off to dinner a couple hours later, around 7 o'clock. It was a fancy French restaurant. The food didn't matter to me though. All I cared about was the wine. Let me explain: I had discovered over the years that my step-mom got drunk off of wine really quick. I don't know why she did, but when I found out, I thought it was a gift from God, and knew I could use that knowledge to my advantage some day. Today, I hoped, was that "someday".
The wine arrived at the table a little while before our meal did. So when our meal would arrive, she would be comfortably tipsy, and by the time we were done with it, she would be comfortably drunk.
Everything went according to plan.
I would obviously be driving, so I grabbed the valet ticket from her, and got the car brought around quickly. She had been stumbling a little, walking out of the restaurant, but I kept her from falling over. The size of those breasts, I jokingly thought, did not help her balance...
On the ride home, I told her a few funny things that I'd gotten into down at college, and we shared a lot of laughter, her being extremely susceptible to laughter now. Soon, we arrived home, I pulled the car into the garage, and helped her into the house. When she gets drunk, she is completely oblivious to it, and thinks she's fine.
We got back in the house, she offered to grab another bottle of wine. I said ok, and she went to get it. We sat and drank at the kitchen table for a while, and talked more about me at college. I talked about my grades, and the different extra-curricular stuff I had gotten into around campus. Soon though, she got tired of the uncomfortableness of the chair, and suggested we move our conversation into the living room.
She brought the bottle of wine with her, and layed down on the couch. I sat down in the chair opposite the couch. Sally was wearing a sexy black dress, and was too drunk to realize she had he legs wide open while on the couch. I could see right up her dress. She kept fidgeting though, and then finally stood up and said, "You know, these underwear have been annoying me all evening." And so she reached up into her dress, and pulled them off.
I got hard instantly, all 7-inches of me, but had to hide it. The time wasn't right yet. She, however, was oblivious to what she had done, and what it looked like. So we kept talking about college life, and then she finally asked me about my social life.
"So have you met any cute girls down there?"