Since moving to Los Angeles, my mother was always a lone wolf. Ever since my stupid fucking dad, divorced her and ran away with the "other woman", my Mother refused to get married. Hell, had she even thought about dating that was a different story.
She tried the usual bar scenes, online dating crap, and even silly "networking" events in which she would meet nothing but ugly losers who claimed to be "multi-millionaires" and not to mention various so called CEOs of unknown companies.
My mother was smart, and didn't fall for that bullshit. Until one day, which happened to be her lucky day when she was on her way home from work. She stopped by whole foods, and just as she was making her way into the store, a very attractive and handsome man around my mother's age, which is 50 by the way, caught her attention.
The man was very tall around 6 foot 3 with salt and pepper hair and sea greenish blue eyes, and was very lean and muscular. My mother also noticed, that he did not have on a wedding band which meant that he was indeed single. She was instantly star struck, and did not want to ruin anything so she casually started a conversation with him.
"Hi there, I'm so sorry I think I just hit your cart by accident." She said.
"Oh, don't even worry about it you're fine." The man, said happily.
"My apologies, I'm Ethan." He said.
"Ethan, nice to meet you, I'm Kathy." She said.
"So what brings you to whole foods, this late at night?" She said.
"Late night hunger I guess, I love this store so much that I could practically live here." He said.
"I could not agree more, this place is the mecca for all things healthy plus, I needed to come here anyways for my daughter." She said.
"Would you like to have dinner with me, I am usually not this forward but I'd really like to get to know you better Kathy, and I would really enjoy it if you could join me, its on me." He said happily.
"That would be excellent, I'd love to join you for dinner Ethan." She said with excitement.
The duo then headed to one of the corner booths and hit it off instantly. My mother started to get some more insight about Ethan and how he had been divorced for about 6 years now, and that he had two boys who were grown and in college. They visit him from time to time, but they live with their mother in Seattle.
So Ethan does not see them, as often as he wishes but that has been the arrangement so far. My mother told Ethan about me, and how I was almost 20 years old and that I go to school at USC studying pre-law and have plans on attending an Ivy League law school. Ethan was fascinated and wanted to meet me as well.
Ethan was clearly attracted to my mother. She stands at 5'4 caramel brownish wavy hair, hazel brown eyes, nicely toned body and long lean legs, a size 36DD bust to complete the package and an amazing ass. She kept in great shape, by the usual running and eating healthy.
She always dresses nicely for work, and keeps up with fashion trends better than I do sometimes. My mother is also Iranian, and so was my father. She then found out that he is half Irish, and half Danish. A mix, my mother seemed to find interest in. I mean come on, he was hot as fuck, and she knew it.
IF only I was there to witness this thing in action. They soon exchanged numbers, and before I knew it the two were almost inseparable. Ethan drove a Porsche Cayenne and also drove a sleek Porsche Boxer convertible in which he adored.
I was always envious, when he came to pick her up for their weekend getaways because I wish it were me. I was so thrilled for my mom shit I was ecstatic. It gave me joy to actually see a real man love her for who she is, and not what he wanted her to be.
Then after a solid year and half together, he popped the question and decided to ask my mother for her hand in marriage. Of course she said, YES! And immediately jumped for joy. The wedding was going to be at the Ritz Carlton Laguna Niguel.
It was a beautiful beach side wedding, and it was absolutely breathtaking. Their honeymoon was in Honolulu and from my mom's perspective the sex was absolutely over the top. She would often tell me, that Ethan has a huge cock and that it must have been about 8 and a half inches and very thick in diameter and he was circumcised with a huge mushroom head.
Like my mother, I too enjoyed big cocks and was a size queen myself. Shortly after they arrived back home to Los Angeles, the two moved into a huge mansion, in Beverly Hills. Being that I was now 20 years old, I did not live at home but on an on campus apartment near USC. My mother wanted me to visit every now and then, to see her and Ethan.
Now their house was absolutely beautiful, very modern and elegantly designed. Everything was wooden, black, and white. The interior was modern and clean. Sometimes, I wish I lived with them. They also had an infinity pool, which was overlooking the ocean in the distance.
It was now May, and the semester was coming to an end for me as I was wrapping up my sophomore year, at USC and was due to move back "home" with my mother and Ethan.
I was particularly dreaded yet slightly excited since I could finally have some privacy and did not have deal with my pesky roommates. Before I knew it, I was officially moved back in with my mother and Ethan and I was going to thoroughly enjoy having 4 months off.
I decided to apply for some jobs in the mall, and settled on a part time one at a brand-clothing store, which paid well, but it was only to keep me occupied throughout my time back home.
During this time, my Mother had a lot of business meetings in Seattle and New York City that she had to attend, leaving me alone in the house with Ethan.
My mother knew that he could not physically do anything to me, since they had been married now and had been living together for almost 2 years. But now, that my mother was absent for a portion of the summer, I could see that Ethan was looking at me in a different way.
Maybe it was the way that I started dressing in front of him, or the fact that I pranced around the house in short pajama shorts, a tank top and no bra, or even wearing my favorite slinky white string bikini from victoria's secret that I loved so much.
It covered my 38D breasts quite nicely, but portions of my tits were still exposed around the sides and front. Since it was summer, I wanted to take advantage of the amazing weather and using their pool for my pleasure.
Sometimes, I'd stay out there for what seemed like hours and I could often see from my corner of my eyes, that Ethan was eyeing my tight hot body. I was always wearing sunglasses of course, so there was no way he could see that I was looking at him as well.
I would even pretend to be "sleeping" by the pool and sometimes I could feel him watching me from a closer distance. In the back of my mind, this was so wrong but it turned me on so much to know that my mother's new hubby was eyeing his new stepdaughter.
Often times, I would see Ethan walking around the house in boxers, and a robe in which he left undone revealing his slightly hairy muscular chest. He had a really nice body, which was toned and fit.
I adored it, and even could see his erection peeking through from time to time, when he would have breakfast with me. Now I really could see how huge his cock was, and I desperately wanted to fuck and suck him for hours.
He would often compliment me, when I was going out with my friends and told me "Dahlia, you are absolutely beautiful, and you get that from your mother. You must have all the boys at school, falling for you instantly." He would say, with such hope.
I blushed internally when he complimented me, and later on told him that I did not have a boyfriend currently since the last one I was with cheated on me with one of my sorority sisters.
What a shithead, he was. Never again will I get involved with a guy who was in a fraternity. Over the course of a few weeks, upon my mother's absence Ethan and I started to get closer with one another.
I started to open up about a lot my troubled past, and how I did not have a dad growing up. I told him about all my boyfriends, and my overall life before he came in the picture. He was clearly fascinated and would hold me close in his big and strong chest, telling me that everything was going to be okay and that the past is the past and we must live in the present moment.
Fast forward to a couple weeks later, when Ethan told me that I was going to be home alone for most of the day, and told me that he did not know what time he was going to come home from the office. Ethan was a financial advisor, for a top finance company in Downtown LA. He said they had an important client, who just arrived from Sweden and it was going to be a big success for them if the meeting goes well.
Getting excited that I would be completely alone, he decided to leave me his platinum credit card so that I could go on a little shopping spree for myself, and told me to keep it secret from my mother or else. I agreed, and began to take advantage, of the opportunity that was given to me.
Shortly after Ethan left, I decided to strip down completely naked, and began to head outside to the pool to sunbathe. The backyard was fenced completely, but a part of me wished it wasn't. I loved the idea of being watched, and I have quite the exhibitionist/voyeur side of me that I have never told a single soul about.
I picked one of the wooden lounge chairs, and began to place the towel over it. I had my usual sunscreen and dark tanning oil handy. I put on my ray bans, and began to squirt the sunscreen and tanning oil all over my tight, hot body. It felt so good, in the warm Southern California sun.
Sometimes, I wish I were able to do this even with Ethan around. I had done it at other places before, but I wanted him to glance for hours at my tight, and slightly curvy body. I wanted him to watch me touch myself, and to witness my intense orgasm. I wanted to put on a show for him, so badly.
Snapping back into reality, I decided to bring myself to an orgasm. I began to thrust my fingers deep inside of my tight and wet pussy, hearing that delicious sloshing noise each time I pounded myself harder and faster with my fingers.
