Seeing my mother smile every day was the greatest thing ever. Peter, my stepfather for the last six years, was the reason behind her happiness and I loved him for it.
My piece of shit biological father had been out of my life for a lot of years and I was more than happy about that. Throughout their relationship he had abused my mother until the day she finally found the courage to leave his worthless ass.
That was over ten years ago now and at first it had been difficult for ten year old me to realise life had changed for the better. Now at twenty one years old, I looked back and realised how amazing my mother was always putting me first and protecting me from the horror she faced every day with my father.
Another bonus of having a wonderful stepfather was gaining an even more wonderful step-grandmother. Amanda was in her early sixties but still had the energy and love for life of a woman a lot younger than her. She had been widowed several years ago, Peters father losing his life in a car crash caused by a drunk driver, but she always said her husband would want her to enjoy her life.
I had a fantastic relationship with her and would often spend time with her doing chores and just having a giggle. Her sense of humour was pretty rude much to the embarrassment of Peter, and I loved the fact she enjoyed teasing him.
Amanda was a good looking woman who had a figure that defied her age, yoga being one of her favourite pastimes. Her large breasts seemed firm, or at least that's what I imagined, and her butt was highly toned, her preference for tight leggings highlighting the fact.
When my mother and Peter told me they were going away to the countryside for an extended weekend break I was excited about being left alone at home. I had recently started seeing a girl from work, I'd taken a job in a local foodstore to get me on the employment ladder, called Shelly, and I was anticipating a few nights of filthy sex with her, something we both enjoyed.
When I was told Amanda was happy to stay with me or I could stop at hers, I wasn't overly disappointed. The decision was taken that I'd stop over on the Friday and Saturday night with Amanda before returning home Sunday in preperation for my shift Monday morning.
My folks left early Thursday morning and Shelly turned up a few hours later. The sex was incredible and relentless for most of the day and night.
I made my way to Amandas just after four in the afternoon and she greeted me with a hug and the usual kiss on the cheek. She always smelt amazing and her perfume was quite the aphrodisiac for a guy in his late teens, the warm surge in my groin proof of this.
Amanda and I spent the day chatting and doing chores together comfortable in each others company. Dressed in the ususal skintight leggings she preferred meant I had plenty of opportunities to stare, secretly, at her great ass. The over-sized sweatshirt meant her boobs were pretty much hidden from my gaze much to my disappointment.
After a take-away meal we settled down in front of the television, channel hopping in the hope of finding something we could both enjoy. Unfortunately nothing seemed ideal so when Amanda suggested digging out some old family VHS tapes so I could wind Peter up the next time I saw him, I jumped at the chance.
It was unusual to see the old style media and I laughed at how poor the picture on the screen was, countless lines and blurry images amusing to me.
There was a lot of early footage of Peter as a child playing with his father and obviously loving life and I felt a slight pang of jealousy that I'd never experienced this side of paternal enjoyment.
I did however notice Amanda become upset as she watched her husband on the screen, the memories cutting deep into her heart.
Without speaking I placed an arm around her shoulder, a small sob escaping from this amazing lady. We stayed like that for several minutes as the home recordings continued and it felt right. Being able to offer a modicum of comfort to Amanda seemed to be helping overcome her sadness slightly.
As the tape ended Amanda excused herself saying she was going to have a bath, kissing me gently on the cheek as she left the room.
I watched the magical sway of her bum as she did, my mind and groin imagining what lay beneath the tight material.
It was almost an hour later when Amanda returned, dressed now in a fluffy pink robe, what appeared to be a nightie that reached just above her knees and a pair of bright yellow fluffy socks. As she sat down beside me she seemed happier and that pleased me.
"What are we watching?" she asked, touching my arm.
I'd spent the last thirty minutes surfing the networks to no avail.
"Nothing really. Is there any other of the old school tapes you want to watch?"
She smiled "To be honest I have no idea what's on ninety percent of them"
It was decided we'd have a look through and see what old stuff was saved for posterity. Tape after tape was full of old TV soaps, movies, quiz shows, you know the kind of stuff that nowadays sits on your digital storage devices then gets deleted without ever being watched, and it was funny to see the old fashioned clothes that back then would have been considered trendy.
"I can't believe some of these outfits" I said chuckling.
"Hey, I still have some of my old eighties gear in my wardrobe" Amanda said playfully punching me on the arm.
"Oh you have to give me a fashion show then"
Amanda stood up and held out her hand. "Come on then. Let's see if I can impress you with my style"
I took her hand and allowed her to lead me upstairs into her large bedroom. One wall was a mass of built in wardrobes and Amanda headed to the one on the right side of the wall. As she slid the door open I could see it was packed full of outfits on hangers that were definitely from the eighties.
"Any particular outfit?" Amanda asked me smiling.
"You choose" I said hoping it involved something short and sexy.
The fashion show began, Amanda nipping into her en-suite bathroom to change between outfits much to my disappointment, and it was great to see her smiling as she paraded around the room in some rather awful items.
"There really was some terrible clothes out back in the day" I said laughing.
Amanda pouted "You're very cheeky"
The next time Amanda appeared out of the bathroom I was in awe. She had put on a super short mini-skirt, fishnet stockings and a crop top that barely contained her boobs.
