Mom and I celebrate what we call 'our Independence Day.' My dad was bad news growing up and I convinced her to leave him. It's kind of a crazy story, but back then our first Independence Day was special, exciting, like a chance to start our lives over. We went out to a dinner the night we were on our own at a place we definitely couldn't afford, and now we do it every year.
Cherie calls me, "Wow, that's sweet, really lovely. Ty.. I don't want to seem selfish but are you sure your little dinner date with your mom will take your entire night? I want you so bad right now. If you come over, I'll only need an hour or two tops"
"God I wish I could come over your place but I can't, she's already made reservations at some French place. I'll make it up to you.. promise.
Cherie, "now that sounds hot."
We went out to dinner and danced all night. Mom looked like an angel, and I knew most everyone thought she was my girlfriend. I've got to admit that I love it. She's quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and she stands out like a movie star in our small town. When I drove her home she was so exhausted.
Alexis, "Oh, how am I going to make it up the stairs? I'll just sleep on the couch." I put a pillow under her head.
"My boy, my sweetheart. You're so good to me."
"Can I ask you.. why.. why did you never date after dad left us?"
Alexis exhales dreamily with her eyes closed, "I don't know, honey. I was so busy working back then."
"I know guys hit on you all the time, half of the time they don't even have the decency to hide it from me."
Alexis open an eye, "You sound a little jealous. What if I had had a beau?"
"No, you've got me all wrong. I think everyone should find love. And now, I'm older, I just landed an amazing job, I'll be moving out soon. I want you to have someone," I think of Cherie. My new girlfriend who I'm beginning to fall for.
Alexis touches my face, her voice sounded disappointed, "well I knew someday you'd find love and leave the nest."
"I'm not leaving you, just leaving this house"
It was then that she started to drift asleep. I saw her panties as she shifted her leg over the sofa pillow. Sheer, white, delicious.. wait.. is it a little fucked up to be turned on? I know it is. It was then I heard her snoring. I turned around and started to leave, and my step-mother cooed "Yes, Tyler.. touch me.. please."
I turned around, her eyes are shut. She was dreaming.
"Your folks won't be home tonight, baby.. just take off your clothes."
I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "what are you dreaming about?"
She moaned in pleasure.
The unspeakable things that I could have done. I will not. I was not raised to take advantage of a woman, especially her. I went to bed with thoughts whirling through my mind, so dirty, so confusing. I went to bed when the sun was starting to come up. It was a late night, and she definitely made it difficult to fall asleep.
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I'm grateful for my step-mom and my dad, they've welcomed me back into my house when I lost my job. I'm trying to pull my life back together and just started working on a brand new business endeavor. I'm on the phone when my partner asks me to send over some files and meet him at the coffee shoppe in 15 minutes, "alright," I tell him enthusiastically, "I'll be there in ten!" I open my laptop to see a porn playing! I slap the screen down, confused.. I know that's not something I would watch, and besides, now that I am living back home again, I make sure to hide my porn "just in case." I start to wonder if my dad would have went in my room to watch that porn, how bizarre, why would he do that? He's never done that, so who would?
I go downstairs and see my beautiful step-mother washing the dishes, the sun shining through her blonde hair makes her glow like an angel. I shake off the thought of how stunning she is, I have to get to the bottom of this. "My Dad wouldn't have gone in my room, would he?"
Cherie turns around, she's wearing a dress, she never wears dresses to do the housekeeping. "No, he knows how you like your privacy"
"and you..?
"Well yes.. but only to vacuum and clean your windows. I know you don't want anyone in your room sweetheart but I've asked you to clean your windows three times now. If the neighbors see we have filthy windows what do you suppose they will think?"
I feel myself cringe. She's always thinking of "what others will think," it drives me nuts, fucking nuts. Why did I move back in?
Cherie continues , "it's a reflection of my housekeeping, baby, and I will not have Mrs. Snider thinking I am a lazy woman. You know how judgmental the Sniders are, the last time she came over she looked around commented on the breadcrumbs on the toaster, and told me cleanliness is Godliness"
I try not to roll my eyes. I have to make sure she sees me as an adult. I puff my chest out and begin to lay down the law, "I appreciate you guys letting me stay back home until I get back on my feet, really I do, but I have to ask that you give me my own space."
"C'mon baby.. you're 23 years old now. What could possibly be going on in your room that you need to keep secret? Are you up to something that we would disapprove of?
I fold my arms, this woman is guilty as sin, "I think someone opened up my laptop."
She looks away and swallows. That's it, I know she did it. I lean forward and ask, "did you open up my laptop?"
Cherie nods, "I may have.. but not to snoop on you or anything. I just wanted to... " she hesitates and looks up to the ceiling, as if the lie will fall down on top of her,"shop online at Lavish Lady. I knew your father would disapprove. I couldn't figure out how to erase the history on our machine so I used yours."
"So you opened up my computer and shopped at Lavish Lady? That was it?" My phone began to buzz, it's my partner. I didn't realize the time had passed and here I am fighting with my step-mother. Yeah, this is just like old times. I tell her we'll finish the conversation later.
The next day I come home from work. I walk up the stairs and see Cherie with her hand in her shorts, her face looks as if she is in ecstasy, her nipples are hard through her cotton Summer top. "Busted!"
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Summer, "did she throw you out again?"
"Honey, we just had a disagreement. You know how she can be, she'll forget all of this in the morning"
Summer moves in as she's done hundreds of times, "scoot over," as she bumps her knee against his torso. Chad obediently scoots over, he huffs, " "only for a second, she can't see that your sleeping with me."
Summer nuzzles her face into her stepfather's chest, "put your arms around me, tell me you love me"
"I love you very much baby girl."
Summer's blue eyes look up at her stepfather, "is it true what she said? I heard her yelling?"
Chad feels a pit in his stomach. He knows they were arguing but how loud? Did Summer hear, he tentatively asks , "is what true?"
"I s your penis too big for her to take? it hurts her?"
Chad, "Oh.. sweetheart," he clears his throat, "w e don't need to talk about adult problems."
"W ell I am eighteen now, so maybe I have some helpful insight now that I'm an adult too"
"I know you just mean to help, but you shouldn't listen in on private conversations"
"I wasn't intentionally listening in, she was yelling. I think she's unhappy, and she's been this way for a long time, and she's making you unhappy."
Chad feels Summer's body nuzzle up to him. Summer runs her little hand across his chest, playing with his chest hair. It feels good, it feels wrong. "Y ou you want me to get a glass of water for you, then you can go on up to bed? ."
"I want to sleep here with you," she cuddles in.. "mm.. you feel so good.. you smell so good, I like your hairy chest.. soft," she looks into his yes, her blue eyes look so deep, so relaxing. It always soothes her step-father to look into his eyes, to connect in this subtle, yet powerful way.
Chad remembers his wife, "Y our mother thinks you're too old to sleep with me, to sit on my lap, and to kiss and cuddle.. we have to make some changes if we want to make her happy again. "
Summer, "this is not about me, is it?" Summer runs her leg up and down Chad's, her knee bumping into his penis, her voice is laced with feelings of hurt. It tugs on Chad's fatherly instincts. He pulls her near.
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I hear myself stutter and I try to pull it together. I always stutter when I get nervous, "oh of course. but maybe another day?" Perfect, I kept it simple! Cherie turned her back to me and walked towards the hallway to my step-mother's bedroom.
"Oh I have plenty of time.. Is this your mom's bedroom?"
"Yeah. She notices if I go in there, I don't know how she does it." I hope Cherie takes the hint but she walks through the door and plops down on my step-mother's perfectly made bed. My step-mom's the type to iron her sheets, place the pillows just so, she's a total neat freak. I cringe as I see Cherie's bring her stilleto heels on my mother's brushed satin duvet cover.
"Eww.. pink," she sneers and shrugs, "I guess most women love pink." Her eyes glance towards me, can she tell I am having a total panic attack? "The bed is comfortable though," she shimmies her body under the covers.
"Woah.. hey!"
Cherie sits up on her knees, she pulls my body next to hers. Her perfect breasts pressed against my chest, her warm breath whispering in my ear, "have you ever fucked in your parents bed?"
I stutter, again.. I am so nervous, but so turned on, "no.. of course not"
"It's so naughty, so hot. Let me show you."
I can't believe Cherie. Weren't older women supposed to be mature and elegant? She wants to fuck me like some 18 year old hormonal teenager in my step-mom's bed? "What's into you lately?!"
She kisses me and all the frustration I had towards her melts away. She is a goddess.
Cherie purrs, "I always wanted to turn a good boy bad"
I laugh, she has me. I'm totally her's.
She looks at me with hunger, "Take off my clothes, fuck me like a dirty whore on your mother's bed."
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Chad looks at Ivy sympathetically, "and where have you been staying for the last year?" He slides his plate of food her way. Ivy warmly smiles, "thank you," she shovels the food in her mouth. One, two, three shovels of food in her mouth. She feels Mr. White staring at her, and realizes how unladylike she looks. She swallows quickly and composes herself.
"I should tell you that I am no freeloader. If your wife lets me stay here, I will clean, I can cook, I know how to speak three languages, so I can teach if you have a need for that."
Chad nods and smiles, "what do you want?"
"In my dreams?"
Chad nods.
"Realistically I think I can get my own place, if I can stay somewhere for a few weeks. You need a physical address to get most jobs, and it will be easier to keep clean too."
Chad is disappointed in her modest dreams, "that's your goal?"
Ivy shakes her head no, "I want to go to the community college, it's affordable to earn a teaching degree for language, I could teach immigrants or anyone who wants to learn a language."
Chad smiles warmly, "Do you want some water, how about a soda?"
"No thank you, this is so wonderful." She takes a bite, and wonders about Mr. White, and his wife's women's shelter. "Can you tell me about yourself?"
"Well I'm the county commissioner. My father, and his father were the commissioner before me. I also work with the Sheriff and the leaders in our religious community in keeping our city safe."
Ivy is impressed, "wow. And your wife?"
Like I said, my wife won't be home for a while.
Ivy wonders if she's overstepped her welcome already. She stands up, not sure what she will say to change the subject, her eyes jet to the fireplace, "ooh a fireplace!" It's just like the wood burning fireplace at her old home. Chad asks if she'd like to warm herself, and before she can answer, she is en route. She sees Chad staring at her, time to say something, a nice compliment perhaps? "Does your wife decorate?"
"No, actually I do."
Ivy listens, smiles and sits in the nearby chair.
"STAND UP!" Mr. White's voice bellows deep, it's scary, alarming. Ivy starts top tear up, she's sorry, confused, she knows she blew it. "I'm so sorry.. I-- I--"
Chad dusts off the chair, "Do you know if you bring a stray dog in you have to check for fleas? It's the same with women."
"fleas?
Chad, "lice, mites, humans can even carry some strains of mange."
Ivy looks down in shame wondering if she carries any bugs. Her skin has been wet, dirty, it itches sometimes.. is it possible?
"Come with me in the bathroom. The girls usually check for me, but like I said, they're not home."
Ivy nods
Chad, "Will you take off your clothes?"
Ivy, "yes, of course I will. I am just a little shy."
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