Dad shrugged. “Sure. I’ll broach the topic.”
“Actually. . .” I leaned in and whispered my hastily thought out plan to him.
Dad raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Sure. That’s a good place to start. Besides, you’ve seen my dick loads of times spying on me and her over the years.”
I sprayed beer all over the television which made dad laugh harder than ever.
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A week passed in comparative peace. Dad had spent more time at home, eating meals with Leanne and I. Lee was anxious, and hopeful. Having her husband back at home had breathed new life into her petite form. She knew that he was still sleeping around, yet she was determined to win him back. Despite her focus on her husband, I had noticed her throwing frequent glances at me. This was a sign that my plan was working well. The idea was to ease her into it, to plant the seed of sex with her stepson in her mind that would eventually blossom and bear beautiful fruit. Dad had done his job well. There was an argument, a loud one, when I had not been home. He had told her again to either agree to an amicable divorce or live with his actions. She had refused. He told her to let loose, enjoy sex with other people, and maybe they could grow to like each other again. She had refused. Then he told her that she had a perfectly good potential lover living beneath her roof. She had cursed him out. In the end, the argument died down. Though Leanne had not agreed to take a lover, I could tell that she was curious, especially about me.
I wasn’t a bad looking guy. I had light brown skin, long, black hair, and a toned physique. Leanne was a stiff, vanilla woman, and, like all women, all humans, she had needs. There were many factors working in my favor. I was young, virile, a guaranteed great lay. She had known me since I was a child. I was certainly no stranger. And, perhaps most importantly, I greatly resembled my father. Looking at me, she saw the image of the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, a man who she thought loved her. After dinner on Friday, dad and I shared a look. We were about to put our plan into action.
I went to my room and laid down, turning my attention to the television for a bit. Had to give Luke time to work his magic properly. After thirty minutes or so, wearing only my boxers, I eased my way into the hallway. I paused at the entrance to the bedroom that was now entirely Leanne’s. I put my ear to the wood, smirking as I heard soft, delicate moans. The bedroom door opened soundlessly. I found myself facing a room lit by a solitary, dim lamp. My father was lying on the bed, stark naked, with his arms crossed behind his head. My stepmother was straddling him, completely nude except for a pair of white socks. I took a moment to drink in her nude form. Her black hair was loose, covering most of her back, hiding her breasts from my view. She had a fat ass complete with stretch marks that begged to be spanked, grabbed, and mauled. As she moved herself up and down, I caught a glimpse of my father’s cock being tightly gripped by Leanne’s dark lips.