Underestimating Stepmom
Before my ex-husband and I split up, my stepdaughter Laura and I had become very close. Raising her from the time she became a teenager was a rewarding experience for both her and me. We decided she would continue to live with me for reasons of stability, and she was also angry with her father. He would gradually attempt to work his way back into her good graces.
Through high school and college she confided in me, and as she grew and matured, the roles often reversed, and it would be me confiding in her.
We shared relationship issues, had fun shopping together, and because her dad seemed to spend more time working, or so I believed, Laura and I would take weekend excursions discovering new places while learning more and more about each other, our likes and dislikes, what excited us and what made us squirm. I taught her most of what she knew about boys.
Laura would often cause me to blush when she would tell me that her male friends considered me "hot." I admit, I have stayed in great shape for a late 30 something, and even now younger guys were always trying to hit on me.
She had been with J.C., her current boyfriend for almost two years, a good looking young man with good manners, a good attitude and very respectful. They graduated college at the same time, had acquired good jobs, and for the last couple of years were just enjoying life.
I liked him well enough to allow him to stay overnight a couple of times a week. I'm the progressive Stepmom. According to her, he saw me as a cool and sexy Mom. Whenever he looked at me, I noticed that his eyes said more than cool and sexy.
Her dad and I had an ugly split when I finally discovered that it wasn't only work that kept him so busy after hours. He was a serial cheater. Laura actually became aware of it before I did and felt guilty about it until I explained to her that neither one of us was responsible for the actions of another person.
Being as close as we were, she was aware that I tended to get lonely some nights and missed the closeness of her father's warm body next to me in bed. It had been nearly one year since his infidelities came to light.
Sequestered in my lonely bedroom at night, I might read, or replay one of the movies he and I had watched, which now seemed so long ago, or pull out my well used vibrator and recall the nights when his cock drove me to orgasm, and my hungry pussy would squeeze his plentiful cum deep into my womanhood. What I wouldn't give to be sucking a hard dick about now.
This one particular night after comfortably settling into bed with a good book, I heard a gentle tapping on my door. "Come in Laura," I said. Who else could it be? In her bathrobe she climbed into my bed and snuggled in close. I wrapped my arms around her feeling something was on her mind.
"Thought I would come up and check on you, she began. J.C. and I were downstairs having a debate about older women versus younger women and which one was the best in bed."
