My name is Jason, and this is my story of how I went from an angry teenage "motherfucker" to a young man who is confident of himself and his sexual mastery of women...or at least one woman, Akemi, my Japanese stepmother.
When I met Akemi, I was a bad-ass punk who grew up as a loner and a rebel. I blamed much of this on my asshole of a father, who didn't want to deal with me when my mother died. Dad was some sort of college jock who turned businessman and was full of himself, if you know what I mean. How he ended up marrying my mother is a mystery to me (and to him, I think), and as he constantly reminded me, I was the "oops" moment in his grand scheme of things. When my mother unexpectedly passed away, Dad who fancied himself as a ladies' man, didn't want a seven-year-old brat cramping his style or chances with the women. So, it was off to boarding school with me.
At first, I passively rebelled by flunking much of my school work that I could have done with my eyes shut. But this just resulted in stupid remedial courses, teasing classmates, and nagging teachers. After being held back a grade, I decided to change with way I acted out. I did so by getting back at people who sought to make my life miserable by making theirs worse.
The labels of "incorrigible" or "juvenile delinquent" were applied to me, and I was expelled and bounced from one boarding school to another. Besides irritating my father, the only other perk of my bad-boy persona was that I attracted more than my fair share of female boarders. You'd be surprised how many girls were willing to stray from the straight and narrow of boarding school life to traipse briefly on the wild side with me.
In retrospect, I now realize that although my father was upset at having to respond to school officials and then having to find a new school, he couldn't care less what happened to me. This was apparent when he made the perfunctory appearances at parental events and never failed to slip his off-handed reminder about what a "pain-in-the-ass" I was just before he left.
The only other time I saw my father was when he trotted out one of my new stepmothers. The 'Three Stooges' - or 'Moe, Larry, and Curly' as I called them - were the classic mid-twenties bimbos - proxied-blond, busty, and dumb - who couldn't string words together to make a coherent sentence. They were all smiled in pseudo-friendliness when they met me and then proceeded to ignore me once my old man did. By the way they fawned over my father, I knew that they were financially dependent on him and earned their keep by lying flat on their backs with their legs spread wide. That is until some other skirt happened to catch my father's wandering eye, and they were dumped like me.
Akemi, however, was intriguingly different. The minute I laid eyes on Akemi I was thunderstruck and so was she, judging slight widening of her almond-shaped eyes which was immediately followed by a subtle smile that graced her delicate lips. She was a naturalized Japanese which became immediately apparent when she bowed when introduced to me. I remember when my father chided her for doing so, Akemi serenely said, "A woman always bows to a man as a sign of deference. I definitely see a man before me." This response pissed my father off to no end, but Akemi paid him no heed, and I found myself immediately warming to and interested in my new stepmother.
Her Asian exoticness was highlighted in her demure but discerning eyes, classic high cheekbones, straight nose, and an inviting mouth. Her long black hair was pulled back from her attractive face into a simple ponytail that fell down her back to just above her narrow waist. Standing about five-foot-four, Akemi was dressed in a simple but chic black slip dress that molded to her slender figure and casually accentuated her modest curves. When combined with her cultured Oriental grace, Akemi was subtly alluring and certainly sensuous.
Akemi was further distinguished from Three Stooges who could barely walk and chew gum at the same time, by a certain sense of maturity. Although she looked a few years older than her predecessors, I was surprised to find that she was thirty, some twelve years older than me; ran a shiatsu massage business out of her home; and as such was financially independent of my father. I also discovered that Dad had given up his "bachelor" pad to live with her when Akemi insisted that I spend the winter break of my senior year at her house much to my father's scowling disapproval.
Because I haven't lived with my Dad and stepmoms since attending my various boarding schools, I balked at first at my new stepmother's invitation. It was then that Akemi took a step forward to place herself between my Dad and me, and bowed to me from the waist. In doing so caused her dress to fall forward to give me a teasing but fleeting glimpse of the tops of her modest ivory breasts cupped in a black lacy strapless bra.
Then with smiled as she straightened and with an intriguing twinkle in her slanted eyes, Akemi said in a silky-smooth tone that only I could hear, "Jason-san, do you not feel a special bonding between us? I do, and know that you are now a part of my life. Your father will be traveling during the Holidays on business, and if you honor my wish, we will have a chance to get to know each other. It would be my pleasure if you will share my home for everything in it, is yours."
It went without saying that my answer was, "Okay."
Still, when I rang Akemi's doorbell a couple of weeks later, I was wondering what the hell had I gotten myself into. However, once Akemi opened the door, whatever reservations I may had simply disappeared. Her face immediately brightened upon seeing me as a wide smile graced her delicate lips. She bowed quickly to me and I couldn't help but notice that her long hair had been lazily pinned up to tantalizing expose her lovely alabaster neck and shoulders - an unspoken a hint of things to come.
"Jason-san! Welcome to my humble abode. Please sit here," as she directed me to a small padded bench just inside of the entryway.
As I sat, Akemi knelt before me and began to unlace my shoes. "In my house, we do not wear shoes," she said as my Vans were deftly removed. Whatever I might have said froze in my throat for as Akemi bent over, her thin scoop-neck sweater fell forward to treat me to one hell of a breathtaking view of her braless tits.
Tender cones of snow-white flesh dangled mouthwateringly before my eyes. Each was topped with a delectable puffy dark pink areola from which a delicious cylindrical nipple jutted up and out. Then just as my mouth began to water, Akemi straightened and smiling at me said, "Please honor me by wearing these slippers that I purchased especially for you. Come, let me show you your new home."
