I adored my stepmother. She was originally from Germany, with the very slightest accent, and an absolutely stunning woman. She stood about 5’6″, with long flaming red hair that descended down to her lower back, gigantic deep green eyes, amazing features, high cheekbones, and full, pouty lips. I’d had a crush on her when I first met her at 9, and had told my dad she was “Too pretty to be a mommy,” which he thought was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard. Fortunately, so did she, and she had always favored me since that day. She was a very huggy, cuddly person, and even before things got weird in our house, it wasn’t uncommon for her to come up to me and snuggle with me on the couch. I certainly didn’t mind. My friends all thought she was one of the most gorgeous women they’d ever seen, and they were probably right. Plus, after Chloe, she had put another 25 pounds on her formerly hardbody build, but the thing was, she carried it perfectly. It had all gone to her ass, breasts (which, I knew from doing laundry, had plumped out to a 38DD), hips, and the slightest bit to her tummy. It made her sexier, if possible, and when she walked, those wonderfully jiggly bits bounced, swayed, and in general were a bit distracting, for both me and my friends.
While I tried not to indulge them, I admit I’d had one or two fantasies about her when I was alone and relieving some tension. It didn’t help that, in between things you accidentally find out from living in the same house as someone, as well as dad’s now too-loose tongue, I knew things about her sexually that no stepson should know. Like the fact that she was largely submissive, though not a fan of major pain. That she was very sexual, and loved both oral and anal. That they had gone to swinger’s parties a few times back in the day, but dad had been uncomfortable with other guys touching her, so it had stopped. Dad had even bragged to me one night that she was tied up and blindfolded, waiting for him to fuck her in their bedroom as a makeup act, but he was making her wait, “because, fuck her!” When he’d passed out on the couch, my curiosity got the best of me, and I’d snuck up to their room and snuck a peek, opening the door as slowly and silently as I could manage. Sure enough, there she was, laying on her stomach, totally nude, chained, and just waiting. Her pussy was obviously dripping, and I had gotten instantly hard as a rock looking at her. It was simply the most erotic site I’d ever seen. I quickly escaped to my room, and had masturbated furiously three times in a row. My cock felt like it was possessed, it simply would not go down, and I shot gigantic, explosive loads each time. Finally, I managed to calm down, cleaned up, and got some fitful sleep. I vowed to never peek or pleasure myself to her image again, though, to my shame, I was unsuccessful, as frequently she would sneak into my fantasies when I was alone. The next day, however, dad and her fought, and from what I could overhear, he had never come up that night. “What an idiot,” I thought, as I kept to myself and tried not to betray my emotions on my face that day, as per usual.