BEEP! BEEP! The stove timer goes off.
I pull her a little and say, “I have to get that.” She bends back up slowly, sticking her ass out again as she did when she initially went over. This time, her cheeks hit a much harder member than before.
She says, “Thanks for your help!”
“Anytime” I reply. Her face is redder than before, but from bending over for 30 seconds or something else, I can’t tell. I scurry off into the kitchen to pull the saucepan off the stovetop. When I turn around, she is gone. I hear the bathroom door close, and the shower turning on. There is still 20 minutes on the oven, Paula is in the shower, and Jeri isn’t due home for another 30 minutes, so I head back to my room to release the tension.
As I walk past the bathroom, I thought I heard a groan. I almost stopped and asked, “Are you OK?” when I heard another, this time more of an “OHH!” than a groan. Is she….? Now I do stop. And listen at the door.
“Mmmmm, OH! Oh! Unh!” I definitely know those sounds. I stand at the door listening, my hand reaches down my shorts, finding a rock hard, throbbing cock. I pull it out of my shorts, one hand on the door jamb, one stroking myself, with my ear as close to the door as possible, right there in the hallway, as she gets herself off in the shower. I am very horny, and getting close to spurting my load right there when I hear the slam of my wife’s car door.
I jump. My hand on the door jamb slides and bangs on the door to the bathroom. The muffled moans change to a surprised “Eek!”
“Uh, your mom is home. We’ll be eating in about 20 minutes” I manage to stammer out. I quickly put away my penis, and tuck it into the waistband of my shorts, to hide its obvious erection. She responds, “uh, ok” somewhat out-of-breathily. My face is red from excitement, so I run into the half bath to throw some cold water on my face.
I look in the mirror and see a lust filled face. What am I doing? What is wrong with me? What game is she playing? Is it just a tease, learning how to apply womanly charms? Or is she really offering? If she is offering, what do I do? My body says HELL YES. My brain says, “Damn, son. You are walking a dangerous line here, and for what?”
I dry off my face, flush the toilet for covering purposes, and go back out into the house.
“Hi Honey! Glad you are home!” I exclaim.
Blog entry #3 — December 7th
I had recently walked in on my stepdaughter Paula barely clothed, and I was extremely aroused by seeing her in that way for the first time. I don’t know if she saw me that day, but I am looking for clues or signs that she did or was Ok with it. I’ve decided to become a bit more friendly with my touches, nothing overtly sexual (no “grabbing the pussy” or anything!) but lots of shoulder touches, longer hugs, compliments, and doing it with a confidence showing her that I’m proud she is with me. Someone mentioned a “movie night”, that’s an excellent idea to spend a couple of hours close with her.
Over the past few days, I have made my presence known, giving her a hug when she gets home from work- not a quick side hug, but a “Come here, and give me a hug” command, and opening myself for a full body to body hug. Paula is short, barely 5’1″ tall, and fairly well-endowed in all the womanly places, large breasts and an ass to match. She fills out a pair of jeans in a nice way. Her head only reaches to my chest (I am a foot taller than her) so when we hug, she either has to turn her head so it lays on my chest, or she has to look directly up into my eyes. Either way, I am smitten, and have the smile (shit-eating grin?) to prove it.