Pat Winters
18 years old
Sandy Blonde Hair
Blue eyes
6 ft 3 in tall
Athletic: Football and wrestling teams
As Pat pulled away from the curb at the airport after saying good-bye to his father, who was leaving for a two week business trip, he thought back over the past year and a half. His parents divorced and he was sent to live with his father when his mother decided he was too much to handle. He and his father had some rough times but as they became more accustomed to doing things together they became closer. But then after a few months, his father began dating a woman. It wasn’t long after that they got married in a civil ceremony. Pat had refused to attend because he felt his father was jumping into the fire so soon after the divorce. When he brought Mary home after a short getaway honeymoon, Pat tried to keep his distance from her whenever they were together so as to not bring out his angry feelings.
She was strikingly beautiful (http://xhamster.com/photos/view/2086999-34286957.html )and he could understand his father liked her but he felt she was a gold digger after his small fortune. Pat kept telling himself over and over that she was only married to him for his money and when he was gone she would have enough money to do whatever she pleased. The more Pat thought about this the angrier he became that his stepmother was a gold-digging bitch.
She took to walking around the house in skimpy clothes and he couldn't help but admire her great body. At night, lying in his bed, he thought about her in more sensual ways. A few times when his father was gone on a business trip she would come into his room to check up on him before going to bed. He always faked like he was sleeping. A few times he could make out the form of her breasts as the light in the hall shone through the skimpy nightgown.
Then about 3 months back he came in late after a night out with the guys, finding his step-mom in the family room drinking wine. It was apparent she had drank a bit too much. She offered him a glass of wine, which he accepted and then they tried to talk but the thought of her as a gold-digger kept creeping into his brain.
He saw the outline of her perky breasts under the small halter top that seemed to invite him to touch them. Pat began to feel uncomfortable and excused himself to go to bed. As he rose from the sofa, she stood too, hugging him tightly, kissing him lightly on the cheek and then telling him that she wanted to be friends with him. Walking up the stairs he could still smell her perfume and the feel of her breasts pressing against him sent shivers through him.
After that night Pat saw a change in her demeanor as she seemed to go out of her way to please him. She was more attentive to what he was doing and he noticed she wore low cut blouses and shirts open in the front as if daring him to reach out and touch her.
Now as Pat drove through the early evening traffic, he remembered how his step-mom had kissed his father with a token kiss when they were ready to leave for the airport. When Pat came into the kitchen to get the cars keys he found his step-mom waiting for him. She leaned close to him and whispered softly in his ear, "Do hurry home Pat."
As Pat turned the corner onto the long lane that led to their house set on the edge of the woods with no other house in sight, he wondered what the two weeks would be like with his step-mom.
18 years old
Sandy Blonde Hair
Blue eyes
6 ft 3 in tall
Athletic: Football and wrestling teams
As Pat pulled away from the curb at the airport after saying good-bye to his father, who was leaving for a two week business trip, he thought back over the past year and a half. His parents divorced and he was sent to live with his father when his mother decided he was too much to handle. He and his father had some rough times but as they became more accustomed to doing things together they became closer. But then after a few months, his father began dating a woman. It wasn’t long after that they got married in a civil ceremony. Pat had refused to attend because he felt his father was jumping into the fire so soon after the divorce. When he brought Mary home after a short getaway honeymoon, Pat tried to keep his distance from her whenever they were together so as to not bring out his angry feelings.
She was strikingly beautiful (http://xhamster.com/photos/view/2086999-34286957.html )and he could understand his father liked her but he felt she was a gold digger after his small fortune. Pat kept telling himself over and over that she was only married to him for his money and when he was gone she would have enough money to do whatever she pleased. The more Pat thought about this the angrier he became that his stepmother was a gold-digging bitch.
She took to walking around the house in skimpy clothes and he couldn't help but admire her great body. At night, lying in his bed, he thought about her in more sensual ways. A few times when his father was gone on a business trip she would come into his room to check up on him before going to bed. He always faked like he was sleeping. A few times he could make out the form of her breasts as the light in the hall shone through the skimpy nightgown.
Then about 3 months back he came in late after a night out with the guys, finding his step-mom in the family room drinking wine. It was apparent she had drank a bit too much. She offered him a glass of wine, which he accepted and then they tried to talk but the thought of her as a gold-digger kept creeping into his brain.
He saw the outline of her perky breasts under the small halter top that seemed to invite him to touch them. Pat began to feel uncomfortable and excused himself to go to bed. As he rose from the sofa, she stood too, hugging him tightly, kissing him lightly on the cheek and then telling him that she wanted to be friends with him. Walking up the stairs he could still smell her perfume and the feel of her breasts pressing against him sent shivers through him.
After that night Pat saw a change in her demeanor as she seemed to go out of her way to please him. She was more attentive to what he was doing and he noticed she wore low cut blouses and shirts open in the front as if daring him to reach out and touch her.
Now as Pat drove through the early evening traffic, he remembered how his step-mom had kissed his father with a token kiss when they were ready to leave for the airport. When Pat came into the kitchen to get the cars keys he found his step-mom waiting for him. She leaned close to him and whispered softly in his ear, "Do hurry home Pat."
As Pat turned the corner onto the long lane that led to their house set on the edge of the woods with no other house in sight, he wondered what the two weeks would be like with his step-mom.
