I was 21 years old the last time I attended a family reunion on my dad's side. That was also the family reunion where I fucked my stepmom.
It was a rare winter function and because of my grandma being sick, my uncles decided to have it in fuckin Indiana which is where she lived with two of my aunts who took care of her. Pops loaded my mom, my brothers, and my sisters up in our van and drove us nine and a half straight, long, boring hours from Mississippi to the place where half of our folks were from.
My uncles had rented out a conference hotel, and as one of the last attending 20+ year old young men in the family, in addition to having to put something down on my own room I ended up rooming with my half-brother Stef, who my dad had with Joy, his ex-wife from a previous marriage.
Stef and I didn't grow up together, but we got along well enough since he came to stay with us every summer. Joy would also bring him to the reunions so that he could stay close with our side of his family. Stef was a nerdy kind of dude, while I was a bit of a savage at the time. He liked hearing my stories of how I dogged women out, how I'd fuck their throats and finger their assholes and stroke them deep, leaving them glistening and sticky with my cum and broken hearts. We also vibed about video games; both of us liked Metal Gear Solid and Tekken.
Joy and my dad didn't care much for each other but they kept it cordial for Stef. Joy was one of those type-A helicopter moms who kept her son on a tight leash. Last I heard she worked for Microsoft or some shit, and had never gotten married though my cousins who lived in Indiana said she was stuck up and never interacted with them.
She was also my type. Was probably one of the reasons why I even have a type.
At 44 she was only about 5 years older than my mom was at the time. She had big sexy black mom vibes, the smoothest mahogany skin and trimmed her dark brown hair in a cute little bob. Joy was curvy as fuck, with heavy, soft titties and a big, round ass that wobbled when she walked. She had curvy hips, big, soft lips, and loved makeup and jewelry. Joy was stylish, always smelled good, and when you weren't looking and could catch her smiling, she looked like pleasure made flesh. She looked like she had what pops called "good bitch pussy."
Now it's important to know that at this time I was not thinking about sex with Joy AT ALL. I'd actually been flirting with a big titty biracial girl with piercings who screamed "bad decisions" that worked at hotel the front desk, and was trying to see what that smelled like. I had no intentions on doing anything with Joy. She was really and truly a fond relative from long ago, who kinda got on my nerves, got me to say "yes ma'am" when I referred to her, and no more.
