Things have never been too great with my mom and me. She and my dad divorced a long time ago, when I was only about 3, and I am 19 today. School has been really fucked up for me; I'm still in my last semester of grade 12. My mom has been making it hard for me because we hate each other. So last summer right before school started I let her know I would be moving in with my dad. She said fine and my dad was ok with it as well.
Over at my dad's house, which was actually only 20 minutes away, he was remarried for 6 years and she was ok with me moving in as well. We knew each other from before as I used to go by my dad often so we weren't strangers.
My step-mom is gorgeous, she is only 28 and has dark-brown hair and eyes to match, size 32CC cup breasts that look firm and juicy and are as perky as ever. She always wears jeans that are ultra tight which wrap around her thighs and her tight medium-large ass. She had a curvy slender figure and was tanned a medium bronze color. See, I used to restrain myself from jerking off to her because I felt guilty about it, but after one week in the house just a few meters up the hall from her I couldn't resist. One night I went to get something to drink from downstairs and same time she came out of her room in this baby blue satin nightie that came to the top of her thighs. She was a bit caught off guard seeing me in the hall and blushed at the fact that I saw her like that and quickly went into the bathroom. I got some water and went back to my room right away and beat myself off thinking about her.
Two weeks later, I had a half-day off and this is where things became interesting. My dad works from 8:30 to 5:30/6 and takes him a half an hour to get home. I had just decided to skip school that day since it was only half day. I came down at about 10:30 and my step mom was watching TV but she looked like something was wrong. I didn't know what to do so I just went and got something to eat. After I ate I watched a show with her and it was cold outside with winter almost here and we shared the only blanket downstairs. So after the show finished she gave me the remote and said, "Here, watch whatever you want."
"Is anything wrong?" I asked her, trying not to pry. There was a moment of silence and she seemed very vulnerable and was trembling now even though I knew it wasn't from the cold, because we were both warm in the blanket.
"Well.... yes there is actually, but I don't know who to talk to about it, I don't know if I could talk to you about it either." she said.
So I paused to for a brief moment and told her, "Look you need to talk to someone so talk to me I'm here get it off your chest." At the same time I glanced at her chest from mentioning the word but luckily she didn't notice.
"No, I don't know..." she replied in haste.
"Come on, it's not good to keep things pent up. You need to release it," I said. She thought about it and complied and told me that my dad had a drug problem and he couldn't stop himself. She said he knows it's bad but he is addicted and that she was getting less and less attention from him and she was becoming tense. "Oh my god. I don't want to talk about it anymore." She said out of nowhere and went up to her room. Not knowing what else to do and knowing I couldn't just leave her like that after I made her talk I went up to console her. (This is where reality became fantasy).