I sat there on the cool back leather couch watching TV. My stepmother had been nagging my father to get rid of this couch for a couple years now. He always resorted to the answer that it's "too comfortable" to throw away. He was right. It was really comfortable.
I always came over to their apartment on weekends for a couple hours or so, just for a visit, but mainly just to catch up on the HBO shows I missed. I never bothered or really cared to pay for all those cable stations and they did, so why not take advantage of it. After all, nothing is else going on during this lazy winter Sunday.
She was across the room on the large overstuffed chair, sprawled out with a laptop on her stomach checking her email. She was wearing those small post grunge jean shorts again; with rips in the pockets and various other places that revealed a little bit of skin to get your imagination going. Her small white t-shirt wrapped around her breasts and rode up her back a little as she slouched comfortably. I kept staring at her inner thigh, the part closest to her pussy where you could imagine how she flexes her legs around you as she would fuck you to her rhythm.
"How was work this past week? A lot going on?" She asks like she is interested in my 28 year old life, but all she is doing is making small talk just because I'm there.
"Yeah, a lot of hours. Nothing new really, just the same job week after week." I answered.
"Ugg... I know, I want to quit my job so badly." She is a lawyer. I think she just became one so she could call herself something other than "perpetual student."
"Where's dad?" I asked, not taking one eye off the TV and the other off her legs.
"He went to get coffee I think." She adjusted her shorts. I think she felt my eyes crawling all over her soft white skin. I pretty sure she always feels me undressing her with my eyes. She's too sexy not to. Too sexy not to think of tearing off that t-shirt, pulling her long black hair back forcefully, ripping off her shorts and eating her pussy while she tugs at my hair as she cums harder than ever before.
"I'm going to make some breakfast. DO you want some?" I ask as I walk toward the kitchen.
"Umm, yeah, sure..." she says softly from across the room.
I'm almost pretty sure my dad is either cheating on her or trying to. I've checked his history on the Internet browser plenty of times and saw the various postings he's replied to on the local city website for erotic casual encounters. My step mom doesn't know, she would divorce him in a heartbeat if she did, and take everything with her. I thought about using this information to my advantage, but I just couldn't figure out how yet. Didn't matter though, my dad would fuck up one way or the other. I just had to wait. Wait for the perfect moment to fuck his sexy 40-year-old wife.
The months did pass and every Sunday, unless on vacation, I would come over and watch my shows, cook breakfast, drink coffee and have pleasant conversation with my dad and step-mom. Summer was here now and this is usually the time they start inviting family to the city for a small vacation. She has a large family and there is usually someone coming by every other weekend.
I was in the kitchen trying to make the coffee strong enough in the French press like she likes it. I never do make it strong enough for her. I think she would prefer just to eat the beans if she could. "How many tablespoons?!" I yell into the living room.
"Hang on... I'm coming!" I wish she would say that in a different situation. She walks into the kitchen in bare feet, and her slim robe that wraps around her ass so perfectly. All I can think about is bending her over this counter and fucking her hard fast from behind. I can almost feel her hands grab my ass as I squeeze and come inside her as she gasps to catch her breath.
"You need to put six heaping, not level, but heaping tablespoons. Here, let me show you." I hand her the spoon as she begins digging into the bean grinder. "So Sarah is coming next weekend. You remember my niece Sarah don't you?"
"Yeah, little kid right? Eleven years old now, or older?" I ask.
"Older, she's thirteen now. Where do I take a thirteen year old girl who is boy crazy?"
"I would take her shopping by the university. Why not kill two bids with one stone. Shopping and boy watching, there you go!" I say with enthusiasm. "Hey, where's dad?" Just then I hear the elevator door open into the apartment and my father walks into the kitchen.
"Hey, are you making the coffee strong enough?" He says with a smile looking at me?
"I tried again, but I lost again." I say.
"I'm teaching him for the, what? twentieth time?" She smiles and smirks my way flirtatiously, like we had just shared a moment.
"Maybe thirtieth!" with a smirking smile back. " Hey dad, do you have my video camera still? I wanted to go fool around this week and wanted to know if you were done with it?" I was planning on taping me banging my girlfriend so I have something to jerk off to while she goes to see her family in California next weekend.
"Actually, I need it all this week. I need to tape some student's speeches. Is it cool? Do you need it badly?" He says.
"No, I just wanted to take some shots around town. Don't worry about it. Us it for our class."
Fuck.
The next week was pretty hectic. Work was tough and my girlfriend was giving me shit for working long hours before she went out of town. I guess she wanted to fuck a lot too so she could hold herself over for the week she'd be gone. But, Friday evening came and I was putting her on a plane having only fucked her twice the past week. Not nearly enough to keep us cool while apart. Thank god for Internet porn because I would be jerking off a lot this weekend.
Sunday morning was here again and I did my weekly stroll over to their apartment. This time I picked up some eggs, ham and various other products for a coule omelets. I brought my laptop too. Maybe I could do some work while I watched my shows.
When I entered the apartment though, there was no one there. Weird. I called my father on the cell phone to see what was up.
"Hey dad! Where are you guys?" I ask.
"We are by the university, shopping." He sounds like he's in hell.
"That's right, her niece is in town. Sarah, right?"
"Yeah, we're gonna be out and about for a few hours. Make yourself at home."
"Sounds good. Have fun! Tell Sarah I said hi!" I was really looking forward to seeing my step mother in another casual outfit so I could imagine pulling it off and fucking her. Oh well, HBO awaits. However, I did need my video camera this week for sure. Since my girl is out of town I have a lot of free time to kick around the city and film some cool stuff.
I went into my father's office to grab it and pack it up so I didn't forget before I left. As I set it in its bag I accidentally popped open the tape holder and realized my father had left a tape in. Oh well, Ill just leave it on his desk... or play it and see if there really are student speeches on there. Maybe it's hot footage of him banging his wife. I wonder if he had the same idea I did.
I put the camera on play mode, rewind a little, and then press play. What I saw was even more unusual than I could imagine. The camera looked like it was hidden behind some pillows. Then I saw little Sarah walk in the room and put on make-up in the bedroom mirror. Someone had hid the camera in the spare bedroom to catch Sarah undressing! Who would do that?
I rewinded the tape and thankfully Sarah was not undressed at all on it, however I did see the camera being placed in the beginning of the tape. I rewinded all the way to the beginning and pressed play. What I saw was my father hiding the camera so Sarah couldn't see it in hope that he would end up with some child porn. Man!
My dad? A pedophile?! There was nothing on the tape but a girl putting on makeup, but the intent was obviously there.
