Time to Pullout
By Handymanblues
(I have written a lot about other people's experiences, but now I want to write about my own true experience with my step mom. When I was eighteen, my dad married this drop dead gorgeous model. She had amazing gravity defying, massive breasts, a mag cover face, a tiny waist and stunning legs. She must have found out my dad, who was a drug dealer, had $150,000 stashed in a safety deposit box. I figured she was after that money. But she was, in spite of her greed, very affectionate and sweet. But a month after she married my dad, he got sent to jail for 90 days, and I was left alone with her. One night we got drunk and the rest is history. I was astounded when she told me my cock was twice as big as my dad's. This is a two part series. What you are about to read is part one. Part two will follow in a few weeks from now)
The night air was hot, but not humid. A nice cross breeze had built up between the open window in the living room, and the screen door at the top of the porch's rickety stairs.
"You still dating that super hot blond chick?"
"I am not, as you say, dating her. She just happens to be secretly married to my dad. That is why she lives with me. And by the way, her name is Marlene, and not, as you say, that super hot blond chick."
"Well, whatever her name is, she is easily the sexiest babe I've ever seen. You must be out of your mind horny every day. Especially since your dad is sitting in jail for a few months. That leaves you all alone with her."
His words stung a little, especially since I had no idea he felt so comfortable pushing his snot filled nose into my own private business.
Then, much to my chagrin, he continued his putrid small talk.
"You know much about her? You say she's secretly married to your dad. But some say she used to be a stripper. Is that true?"
I cringed at his probing assertions. Now his words seemed more emboldened, more flagrant, more obtrusive.
I immediately sought to put him in his place.
"Why should you care if Marlene used to be a stripper? And so what if she was? She has to make a living somehow."
"Don't be so naïve. She could have waited on tables or worked in a department store instead. You know how it is in a small town. People talk, and people judge, and-"
"And you're getting on my nerves. So why don't you just shut the fuck up," I said wearily.
He paused for a moment on the strength of my f word. But he'd had it coming. It was just like folks in this fucking small town to think they had every right to pry!
Suddenly he continued. Apparently he'd never gotten the memo that shut up meant shut up.
"She's thirty-six, you know," he blurted out defiantly, almost spitting out the words like they were rusty bullets.
His words angered me but at the same time seemed suddenly intriguing. I had thought Marlene was in her mid-twenties. If what he was saying was true, she really looked sensational for her age.
I then suddenly wondered what else might come out of that gigantic mouth of his. I didn't have to wait long.
"I guess she gets kind of lonely with your dad in prison and all?"
I mulled over his words the way a stray cat watches some old, disgusting fish bones. Then I decided to set the record straight.
"He's only been in jail for one month, and he only has another two months to go."
"A total ninety day sentence?"
"That's right."
He smiled. "She's gonna be awful horny for the next two months while your dad is locked away. I bet if you come on to her, she'll fold up like a cheap tent and-"
"Just what part of fuck off don't you understand?" I shouted at him. He was really starting to get on my nerves.
I had finally had enough, and rose to my feet, pointing to the door. "I'm sick of you putting her down. Why don't you pack up your attitude and go pester someone else for fuck's sake?"
"Why are you getting so sore?" he protested.
"I'm getting sore because you are disrespecting Marlene. She's my step mom, and you are making her out to be some kind of cheap incestuous escort. You have no right to be saying any of those things about her. So just get out and don't come back unless and until you learn some fucking manners."
He sighed apprehensively, knowing he had crossed the line. He defeatedly slapped his hands off his sides and rose to his feet. "Fine, you want me to go, I'll go. Me and you were such good buddies until two months ago when your step mom joined your family."
"You and I were never good buddies. I only hung with you cause you were a loner and had no friends."
His face suddenly reddened to betray the fact he felt rabidly insulted. Without saying another word he marched to the rickety front door and slipped into his kiks, scurrying into the night like some wounded animal.
"Good riddance," I muttered, rolling my eyes at the slow moving ceiling fan.
A lone spider climbed effortlessly down a single strand of silky, sticky thread.
I picked up the remote and was just about to watch some TV when the back door banged shut.
I pursed my lips. Marlene, perhaps?
"Hey James," she sang at me as she walked into the living room.
"Hi mom."
She frowned and stopped walking in protest, placing her hands on her fabulous hips.
"How many times have I begged you not to call me mom? It makes me sound so damn old. Call me Marlene, or hon, or-"
I frowned. "Nothing would please me more than to call you honey, but dad is adamant that I show you respect and call you mom."
Now it was her turn to frown. "Your father is sitting in lock up, and will be there for the next two months at least. He's not going to know what you call me, or what we do together, for that matter. After all, you're eighteen, and very mature for your age."
My face suddenly reddened and my heart began beating like a jackhammer. My breath was also quickening. She was turning me on with her well chosen words on purpose, and getting ready to come on to me, in all her big breasted, small waisted, gorgeous thick lipped glory.
She was a real stunner, with a mag cover face and an amazing one in a million figure that was to die for. Her frisky attitude made me hard immediately. She was obviously as horny as hell, just as my crazy friend had suggested she'd be. Still, I figured that the only reason she married my dad, was for the $150,000 he had stashed in a safety deposit box.
