"Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written."
CH02 C'est la vie
My new Stepmom or Mom was only fifteen years older than me. She had a firm, sexy body and shoulder length blond hair.
Stepmom was not only beautiful, but outgoing, too. She was the type of woman that could immediately enthrall anyone with her highly addictive, sweet smile, and sparkling green eyes. 'Chauncey' Olcott probably knew someone like Mom when he wrote "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling."
Living with a Mom whose green eyes were practiced at tantalizing any creature that came into contact with her and who had a body that would ensure the promise of the total fulfillment of your most erotic dreams - was very, very special. Sis and I were the envy of all our friends, neighbors, teachers...
Sis often told me that Mom had advised her that sex appeal starts with the little things....that it took little effort to adjust her appearance for everyday errand running.
Stepmom went onto explain that a woman doesn't need to spend hours in front of the mirror or invest in pricey clothes just to look good. It was only necessary to wear clothes that made you feel confident and attractive - clothes that accentuated the best parts of your body.
Mom practiced what she preached. She often ran around in our house in a pair of tight short shorts and a t-shirt that fit a little too tight. Her firm, round boobs and ass were accentuated to the n'th degree.
Although Mom usually wore a bra, there were occasions when she didn't. It was a real turn on to be talking to Mom and see her nipples harden, as she stood right next to you, looking into your eyes. Sis even experienced that!
I am sure Mom knew she gave my male friends hard-ons. If their shirts were tucked in before entering our house, they weren't went they left.
My buddies often commented that they wished they could have a Mom that looked like her. I often wondered if their Moms ever derived that, there was always more cum on their son's sheets the morning after visiting my house...
Eventually, Sis and I put two and two together. We began noticing that most of Mom's provocative behavior occurred when Dad wasn't around.
Dad worked a lot and was often away on extended business trips, leaving the three of us alone for several days at a time. During these timeframes, Mom's interest in jogging on the beach usually peaked. She would often be gone for hours...
Since Stepmom treated Sis and I like royalty, we would never even dream about talking to Dad about her curious behavior. We really liked our vivacious Stepmom.
Last but not least, although Dad and my 'new' Mom had only been married for a couple of years, they seemed to have a respect for each other that was very deep. My Dad and my 'real' Mom didn't have that. They fought a lot.
I remember one day, my parents had been arguing for several hours about Dad going out with his friends. Mom just wanted him to stay home...
Eventually, Mom retreated to their bedroom, after yelling at Dad, him and accusing him of not caring about us. Dad got more and more angry, yelling at her, "Shut the fuck up or I will give you something to squeal about!"
Mom continued yelling, taunting him, saying he wouldn't dare. When she added that she would kick him in the balls if he tried, Dad went off.
"Try it! C'mon, try it. Damn bitch!"
We then heard a commotion and then Dad yelling out, "You're gonna get it now!"
When we heard Mom start to cry, I got up to go to her, but Sis grabbed my arm. She shook her head 'no' when I looked at her.
Dad hollered out again, "Not so smart.... What? I can't hear you with my big cock in your big, fat mouth."
I hung my head in shame because I knew my Dad was abusing my Mom, and I did not want Sis to think that I was like that or would be like that, too. Sis knew what I was thinking and patted my hand.
"On your belly. Spread'em! Wider!"
Seconds later, we heard Mom shriek, "Ooohhh! Goddd! More lube you jerk!"
"Fuck you! I'll teach you to fuckin' yell at me. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your flabby ass! And, you better not get any on my cock!"
First, Sis and I just heard their antique bed violently creaking. However, as Dad got into it, we also heard the loud plop, plop sound of his hips slamming into Mom's soft, ample ass.
I got hard. I couldn't help it. I hoped Sis wouldn't notice.
My parents forced anal copulation did not last long. After just a few minutes, which felt like hours, Dad let loose an uncontrolled roar and then everything was quiet.
Dad took a shower, locked the bedroom door, and left about thirty minutes later. He never commented about what had happened and we never asked.
After throwing their soiled bed sheets into the trash, Mom left an hour later. Unlike Dad, she never came back.
Experiences like this made Sis and I close. We had no one else to turn to.
Another day I'll never forget was when Dad came kind of close to catching onto Stepmom. Ultimately, it was really no contest. Stepmom was way too clever and she had too many weapons.
Dad and Mom didn't realize I was standing next to the kitchen doorway, so I heard and saw a lot. My 'new' parent's interactions were important to me - and I was nosey. I had no guilt whatsoever - eavesdropping.
