I had finally done it! I was an adult and about to graduate high school. I had no clue what the future would hold. I especially could not have predicted the kind of graduation present I would receive. Let alone who would bestow such a gracious gift.
It was the last day of High School. I stood in line, starved, as I waited for my last cafeteria hot lunch. I began to reflect on the past 4 years.
It turned out, It didn't matter If I graduated at the top of my class. Or that I had a small group of friends. It mattered little if we were all still virgins. Sure, we all had messed around with a few girlfriends, but none of us had gone all the way. Hopefully, we will all get to experience everything in college.
I made my way to our table and sat with my 3 best friends.
"Dude, I can't believe this is our last time eating lunch together," I said.
"I know, right!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Don't worry, bro, we will be over this summer to swim and hopefully get to see your hot new stepmom in a bikini,"
"Yeah, man, she's hot," said Peter.
Nick shook his head in agreement.
"If she was my stepmom, I'd be snooping around her panty drawer and going through her dirty laundry and sniffing her panties," Peter blurted out.
"You all are crass assholes; that's my stepmom, so just stop," I said defensively.
"It's okay, man, it's not like she's your actual mom," Peter said quietly. "Besides, you are closer to her age than your father is. I'm just saying. If I was in your lucky position...it wouldn't stop me from tapping that ass bro."
"Well whatever Peter, all I'm saying is, you wouldn't know what to do with a real woman anyhow so just shut the fuck up about it already," I said with an attitude.
"Sure, whatever, bro; you have no rizz either, so I don't know what you're going on about," said Peter.
My other two friends could sense I was pissed and changed the subject quickly. They shared their summer bucket lists. I was relieved the uncomfortable conversation was over and joined in sharing my list too.
Soon my final high school day was done. I packed my locker up and stormed down the hall one last time. I jumped up and pulled down some of the banners taped to the ceiling. I folded one to keep as a memento for my room.
I got into my car and departed for home. I whipped into the driveway and went into the kitchen for a Coke. I went out back to see where everyone was.
Molly, my stepmom, was lying out in the sun on her lounger. She was a vision. She had long tan legs, a little yellow bikini barely covering her huge tits. She had a classically pretty face. Her long highlighted hair was up in a messy bun. Her lips were glossy and accented her sunglasses well.
She pulled her glasses down onto the bridge of her nose.
"Paul, is that you? Are you alone? How was your last day of school?" she said.
"Yeah Molly, it's just me," I said. "Jimmy and Peter are going out to eat with their parents tonight to celebrate and Nick has to babysit his little sister."
"Oh well, that's no fun," said Molly. "'m sorry to say that your dad called, and said he had to stay another night in Atlanta to seal his big deal. We will have to postpone going out to dinner until he returns tomorrow."
"It's fine Molly," I said in a disappointed tone. "Thanks anyways."
"Oh, kiddo I'm sorry," Molly said apologetically. "I was looking forward to celebrating tonight too. Don't worry, I have another 30 minutes left so I can get my back and I'll be in to fix you something to eat."
"It's okay, I will find something to snack on," I said.
"Nonsense!" Molly interjected. "Just give me a little to even out my tan and grab a quick shower, and I'll fix something up in a hurry."
"That's fine, thank you, Molly," I said. Then I started to head back in.
"Hey Paul, can you put some oil on my back before you go in, please?" she begged.
"Sure," I said as I approached her.
She thanked me as she flipped to a prone position on the lounger.
I couldn't help but stare because she was wearing a thong. Her ass was perfect, the kind you wanted to take a bite out of.
She nestled her body for a second to get comfortable. She reached her hands behind her, undid her bikini top, and then pointed to the lotion sitting on the concrete beside her.
I was nervous and afraid I would get a hard-on, so I diverted my eyes from her ass and kept her stare.
I nervously fumbled with the cap and poured way too much oil into the palm of my hand. I rubbed them vigorously together and applied the oil to her shoulders, then to the middle of her perfect back.
I couldn't help but notice her breasts, pressed tightly against the lounger, protruding outward from her tiny rib cage. I finished oiling he back and she picked her head up.
"Can you do the back of my legs, too? " She requested.
I was reluctant but agreed with a nod. I used the abundance of oil from my hands for the back of her.
"Don't forget my bottom, too," she added.
I was so embarrassed. My face turned bright red, my heart raced, my cock throbbed in my shorts.
I glided my hands from the top of her thighs to her ass cheeks in an upward, then circular motion.
I was glad she wasn't looking, otherwise she would have seen how hard I was.
"Thank you, Paul," she said. "I'll be in shortly; please remember to take your allergy medicine as soon as you go in. "
I departed fast into the house. I was so aroused I could barely walk straight. I kept thinking about what Peter said at lunch.
Maybe I should snoop around and look through her unmentionables. Tonight would be perfect. My dad wouldn't be home and Molly would be out for a while longer to get evenly tanned.
I mustered the courage to sneak into their room. I started with her vanity. I smelled her perfume and then raided her panty drawer. The drawer was filled with frilly teddies and lace bras in every color. It seemed she had little lacy thongs to match each.
Beside her dresser was her laundry basket. I riffled through it and looked for a pair of her used panties.
When I uncovered a pair, I thoroughly inspected them. They were a little black lace thong and a little stiff from her wetness.
I held them to my face and inhaled deeply all of her scent. God, she smelled so good. I started to rub myself with my free hand while drunk on her intoxicated scent.
Reality set in when I heard the patio slider door open.
I crumpled her underwear into the palm of my hand and ran to the closet. I remained perfectly still; sweat beaded my forehead while I attempted to slow my ragged breaths.
