Note: Although mother/son is my theme of choice, I felt I was alienating those of you who desire daddy/daughter stories. So this is for you. Enjoy!
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My name is Jamie and I'm your typical American 18 year old girl. I chew gum, enjoying listening to loud music when I drive, and am totally stressed and excited about starting college in a month.
What sets me apart from other teenage girls is this: I'm jealous of my step-mom. Sure, there may be some girls out there who are jealous of their step-parents for a number of reasons: they may be attractive, have money, have the house that used to belong to your real mom or dad. But I never remembered my real mom. For all practical purposes, my step-mom was my mom.
No. What made me clench my fists in jealous was one simple reason: She got to have sex with my dad.
My dad and I had always been really close. We were best friends. And I had one of those dads whom my girlfriends drooled over. At age 50, he was still ruggedly handsome with short dirty blond hair and a three day scruff. I remember jumping on his back and calling him Indiana Jones. He would run around the yard with my arms clinging around his neck as he pretended to dodge invisible darts, bullets, and snakes. Mindy was 46, and attractive for her age, but I would often stand in front of the full length mirror in my room and know I was the better catch. I was 5'7 and slender, with 36C boobs, shoulder length blond hair, green eyes, and dimpled cheeks that daddy loved to pinch.
But as much as I loved living and growing up with my dad, I loathed it. For every night, and sometimes during the day, I could hear my father fucking my step-mom. The walls were thin in my house and as I lay on my bed trying to cram for an exam, I would hear Mindy, my step-mom, moaning and wailing with delight.
And it made me sick.
When I was very young, I couldn't stand to hear it. I would turn my music up as loud as it would go and press the pillows to my ears. But soon after I had reached 16, I would listen, and wait...hoping I would hear my father.
By the time I turned 18, I lusted after daddy. I would strip down and lay on my bed as my parents fucked in the next room, sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy, imagining that it was my father's cock inside me. I often could not hear my father, what with Mindy's screaming, and my vibrator drowning out all other sound. But I would close my eyes and picture me in Mindy's place, hearing my daddy for the first time speaking dirty to me, and doing dirty things.
And then it all stopped. Years of daily sex came to a halt as sudden as a light being switched off. For days I wondered why I heard nothing coming from my parent's bedroom.
"Where are you going?" my father asked Mindy one afternoon, chasing her to the front door. He was wearing only a robe, but Mindy was fully dressed and carried two large suitcases. She saw me standing there, totally confused and spoke through tears:
"Jamie, I'm so sorry, but I just need some time alone."
"What are you talking about? Where are you going?" my father yelled, but sounded more like pleading.
"I'll stay at my sister's house." She said curtly and slammed the door. My dad followed, and so did I.
By the time I got outside, Mindy was already in her BWM, my father yelling through the glass. But there was no hope. My step-mom clearly needed some space. As we watched her speed away, my father looked on the brink of tears. But I hid a smile. As awful as it was, I was jumping up and down inside, for I would be alone with daddy for an indefinite amount of time.
But I didn't see much of my dad over the next few days. He would come home from work and be back out the door before I had time to slip on a sexy nightgown and seduce him. I imagined he was with friends from work, going to the bar, getting therapy from guys who think they knew about women. But another part of me wondered if perhaps my dad had been having an affair. Maybe it was why my step-mom had left so suddenly. Had she found out?
"I drive to your aunt's house." He told me one morning when I asked where he went.
"To talk to mom?" I asked.
"Well, to try to talk to her anyway." He said, fidgeting with his tie. My father was clearly distracted by Mindy because he had never had trouble with ties before.
I walked over to him and pushed his hands away, taking his silk necktie and doing the job. In the process, I made a point to press as close as I could to him, wearing little gym shorts and a tank top. When I met his eyes, they were focused on my chest.
"There ya go daddy!" I sang, and bounced back into the kitchen to pour him his cup of coffee. "I'm sure mom just needs time off." I assured him. "Lots of couples do. She'll come home."
"But when?" He asked me as if I somehow was keeping the answer from him.
Over the next two days prodding him with questions, my father told me why he thought my step-mom had left. It was because of me.
"Me?" I asked.
"I think so, yes." My father said. Mindy...I mean, your mother is upset enough about you going off to college. She'll miss you as will I. She's worried about what will happen to our marriage when you go."
"But you have a great marriage." I said loudly. Indeed, I thought they had. The sex alone would have proved that. And before I knew what I was saying, I had said just that.
My father looked at me with a puzzled expression and saw me blush. "You hear us?" he asked.
