Step Daughter Dilemma (closed)

[shizzz]

The entire relationship had certainly been what most would teen a tornado. They had only dated for 3 months before he had proposed, and 6 months after that they were married. In that time he had never met Sally’s daughter Elly.

They had met in Vegas, and after a crazy night where he walked away with over 700k he had a new girlfriend who quickly turned fiancé and wife. Their relationship had been wonderful and intense, but as soon as they had gotten married, she had changed.

She had been a waitress working in Vegas and he was an executive advertisement agent at a major company in LA.

Now he found himself, at 42 married to a beautiful woman who was never around. That morning he had found one of her post-it notes telling him ‘Ely is coming home for the summer. She done with her 1st year at college’ and that was it. Nothing else.


Lance was in his home gym working his 6’0 frame to exhaustion to relieve his sexual frustration, among every other type that can build between a husband and wife, except for the tension in his scrotum when he heard the doorbell.

He set the funnels down and threw a towel over his shoulder after wiping his face and hand then went to the door wearing just his gym shorts


He opened the door and...

 

[36b7]

Elly

It’s strange having a step father, especially since I’ve never met my own father.

My mother got pregnant when she was 24 after being fucked by a guy she met at a party. Everyone at the party was drunk and high and well … that’s how these things happen and at least she didn’t get a dose.
She just got me.
He disappeared not knowing he’d impregnated my mother and she didn’t know his name.

End of that story.

So I grew up in Vegas where my mother did whatever work was going. We lived in a one bedroom that mom could afford and, if I was lucky, mom turned her lovers out before I got home from school.
Mom worked late shifts in bars and restaurants and I watched TV to the smell of her afternoon sexual activities
And there were plenty of those ‘cos see, my mother is a looker – stunning - and I’m lucky enough to have inherited her looks.

Then along comes Lance like a knight in shining armour and everything changes.
Suddenly they’re married, we’re living in LA, Lance seems to have money to burn and my mother is burning it.
I’m in college with a trail of guys sniffing around me like dogs behind a bitch in heat and here I am home for the summer – well Lance and my mother’s home – ‘cos it doesn’t feel like home to me but with a pool, a gym and all the media stuff anyone could ever want, it certainly beats sofa-surfing.
So I ring the doorbell, Lance opens the door and I’ll give him this, for 42 he’s in good shape, a bit of a hunk really but I’m not into older men and in any case he’s married to my mother.

“Hi” I say as I push past him and up the stairs to my room.

 

[shizzz]

A miniature version of his wife stood there. Well not exactly his wife, it was more like a 2.0 upgrade. She had the fine angled face of her mother’s but where her mom was sharp angled, hers were soft and rounded, more elegant. His wife had a full pretty pair, pert and perk C cups. But her daughter was larger. This he noted as she pushed past him with barely a hello, as she passed he watched her go.

Her backside was a good deal fuller than his wife’s, as her hips dipped and swayed as the little blond helped herself in

“Nice to meet you Elly” he called out half sarcastically as he looked down to see her bag sitting by the door. He reached down to grab her duffel bag and picked it up. Then he turned and headed inside

“I’ll take your bag to your room if you wanna see where it is?” He asked as he walked into the house

“I can give you a tour too” he said as he walked by her, slightly satisfied with the awestruck look on her face as she stared at the massive projected tv on the wall in their living room, plush sectional sofa. There was a French door that led to the balcony where a hot tub overlooked part of the city.

“This way” he said as he headed down a hallway then turned up a set of stairs. He didn’t look to see if she followed. The stirs opened to a small landing where a large doors were open to the master bedroom, he passed that, and then opened a second door down the hall. He stepped into a small bedroom with a bed and closet and a small window looking over the city, he set the bag on the bed.

 

[36b7]

Setting the tone

Lance sounds pissed as I push past him.
“Nice to meet you.” he calls out sarcastically but he does pick up my bag and leads the way to the room I’ll be in.

I’ll give my mother this, when she landed Lance she did well. The house is like one of those plush places where celebrities live, perhaps like the Kardashian’s place, but this certainly has more class and I’m guessing a lot of money was spent, not only on the furnishings, but also the fee of a very gifted interior designer.
What I do know is that my mother could never have even imagined this let alone made it happen.

Lance offers me a tour of the place.
Is he showing off or perhaps he just wants me to get my bearings but in any case right at the moment all I want is a shower and to be left alone.
I know I look like my mother but she’s a regular party girl – loves to be around people – but me? I need my own space and I’ve had enough people at college to last me a lifetime or at least until the end of the summer break.

I’m about to call over my shoulder to Lance but instead, after a moment’s thought, I turn to face him.
He’s standing in the doorway to the room, not scowling but not smiling either.

“Look Lance, can we get something straight? I am not my mother. I like peace, quiet and my own space. I don’t want us to be snipping at each other and I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression earlier but I’d like to shower and then pull the drapes so I can sit in the dark for a while. I know this might sound weird but that’s how I am. OK?”

I don’t know if it’s my imagination but I can feel his eyes undressing me, imagining me in the shower perhaps, and I know he’s been looking at my tits. Maybe he’s been making comparisons between me and my mother. I’m sure hers are headed south by now after all the time she spent on her back when I was growing up in Vegas and I doubt that she’s changed her ways.

I nod towards the door signalling for Lance to leave
“Please? I’ll catch you later, perhaps when my mother’s around.”

 

[shizzz]

Elly finally turned to face him, and he was again caught off guard by how beautiful she was, which didn’t exactly vibe with her over all snarkiness. But her tone changed and he felt himself relax as she explained herself

“That’s fine. I understand and I certainly didn’t mean to cone off so curtly. I had expected your mom to be here, she told
Me she would, and I can’t get a hold of her. I’m sorry she isn’t here. But absolutely do whatever you need. I’ll be downstairs in the gym if you need anything” he said with a smile. As
He felt some of his frustration melt, a little, looking into her cool blue eyes

“Welcome to our house” he said as he stepped back and closed the door. He then went downstairs to the lower level where the gym was. The gym was enclosed with glass doors that looked out into the back patio where the poool and hot tub where. It has large sliding glass doors so he could open it up to the outside, which it was.


And he began to work on his chest and arms as he found himself with a daughter, and he tried to decide what that meant.

 

[36b7]

Naked in the pool

I woke with a start as a shaft of sunlight that had slipped through a gap in the drapes caught my face and eyes and I realised that I’d been asleep for the best part of three hours.
Unpacking didn’t take long, a pair of shorts, a couple of t shirts and a pair of ripped jeans. Add to that a sports bra that I wear when I’m jogging and that’s it. I can’t stand the feel of underwear and don’t have any. In my makeup bag is some moisturiser and a lipstick so definitely not a girly girl.
I take a quick shower to wake up, put on my shorts and a T and I’m ready to go.

The house is quiet and I listen as I open the door to my room but there’s nothing, no music, no conversation, nothing so I explore a bit.
The back of the house that faces the pool is almost all glass but slightly mirrored to keep the sun out and equally, to stop any prying eyes but there’s nothing I want to see and at the poolside I slip my T over my head, kick my shorts off and dive in. The temperature is perfect and the feeling of freedom being naked in the water is blissful. I swim a few lengths and then from the side look around. There’s a door to what looks like the pool house so I climb out to look for a towel.
As I enter I can hear a shower running in the wet room. Lance is there, soaping himself, his back towards me.
He has a good body, well-toned with tight buns but not over muscled and he’d easily feature as a cover on a men’s health magazine.
He’s unaware of me with the noise of the shower but as he turns to rinse the soap from his face we lock eyes, seeing each other naked and I wonder how Lance feels about this.

I smile at him in recognition, pick up a towel and return to the poolside.
Perhaps he was watching me in the pool?

 

[shizzz]

Lance had spent an hour working his arms and chest, then he had hopped onto the treadmill for a cardio cool down, he trotted a couple of miles. As he stared out the window, he noticed that some of the leaves had started to fall from trees in the hills and blown into the pool.

After finishing his run, he decided to cool off in the pool and clean it out. He had slipped upstairs to his room to throw on his trunks, his eyes drawn to Ellys closed door.

He stepped outback and slipped into the pool, using the net he scooped up some of the leaves as the cool water refreshed his exhausted body. As he was getting the last bit of leaves out, the net got snagged and popped off the frame. He cursed lightly, then He hopped out of the pool and took the net into the pool house to fix.

He stepped into the small pool house . It was packed with the usual floated towels and spare swimsuits. It even had a little shower stall in the corner for people to rinse off There was a small table under the window where he set the net down to fix. As he did he looked up to see some one walk out onto the patio

Rlly stood there in the afternoon light. Her skin was pale, but not too pale. He was about to step out and say hello when he saw her hands dip to the hem of her shirt. She peeled the shirt off over her head and he felt 3 things happen simultaneously; his jaw dropped open, his heart skipped a beat, and his member throbbed.

The shirt she wore was a little snug, and as her arms lifted, her breasts were caught for a moment, then spilled free, bouncing ever so delightfully demonstrating the perkiness of her youth. Her nipples stiffened slightly in the air. Next her hands went to her hips and she bent over and wriggled Out of her shorts, letting them drop to the patio

He throbbed again watching as she jiggled her way free of her clothes.

This was wrong, but he was transfixed. He finally broke free when she sunk beneath the water.

He hasn’t noticed his heart pounding until he broke free from the spell. He was hard. Harder than hard. His trunks looked like they were about to burst, and he was very uncomfortable.

He set the net down and walked over to the shower, turning the water on he stripped off his trunks, sighing as his cock sprang free, the trapped rod of flesh pulsed as It was freed.

He stepped into the water, his hand wrapping around the veiny shaft as the image of her tits bouncing free replayed in his head. He froze as he realized how wrong it was for him to get off to his new daughter. Instead he turned the water to cold and began to think about work issues in an attempt to relieve his stress. Moments slowly past, but the cold water began to work, and his member slowly slackened, and as he began to wash up, he was finally able to get his cock to relax

Then he turned and she was there, her blue eyes locked on his as she stood there naked. The light coming through the window played over her full perky breasts, accentuating there shape and size. Her stomach was flat, and her hips flared out, where a small strip of hair crowned her sex. He watched her eyes sliding over his body, then they finally came up to his, she smiled at him, grabbed a towel and he watched her rump jiggle ever so slightly as she walked out.

He looked down to see his member swelling again!

He groaned and began the exercise of calming his arousal down as quick as he could and rinsing the soap off

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then rushed out after her

He opened the door and stepped into the patio

“Hey Elly, sorry I forgot to lock the door” he said to her back as he stepped up behind her trying to explain and apologize for what had just happened

 

[36b7]

Face to face

Lance has followed me out of the pool room and has a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.
“Hey Elly, sorry I forgot to lock the door”.

I can tell he’s close behind me so I take a couple of steps away before turning.
“Hey, no problem, it’s an easy thing to do when you’re not expecting anybody.”
I pause for a moment watching as his hand clutches the towel around him in an effort to hide his arousal.
“And you’re not expecting my mother are you?”

He looks crestfallen.

“Look, it’s none of my business what’s going on between you two but there’s no love lost between my mother and me. Sure I wouldn’t be here without her having married you and for that, for what you’ve given me via my mother, I’m very grateful but if you want to talk about what’s going on then …”
There’s a moments awkward silence.
“Look Lance, from the little I know you seem like an OK guy but there’s no point in me offering to act as a go between because I honestly think my mother would just tell me to fuck off and mind my own business.”
I pause and look at him.
“And there’s no need to be embarrassed about that” I say gesturing to the towel about his waist.
“By comparison to the jerks at college you’re a perfect gentleman. Their idea of a pick up line seems to range from ‘want some cock’ to ‘let me feel your tits’ and actually that…” I smile as I gesture at the towel again “is quite a compliment.”
I search his eyes trying to gauge his thoughts and then smile at him again.
“Now why don’t we both get some clothes on and if you can come back with a couple of beers that would be even better.”

In my room I shower and put on three things: my jeans, my T and my lipstick, a sultry dark red.
I hope that Lance will open up to me.

 

[shizzz]

He was not ready for her response. She was Kurt without being rude, she got straight to the point, and each question she posed had him fumbling for an answer, but she just moved right on with explaining how things where for her.

He blushed a bit when she complimented his package, something he’d always been proud of. But before he could really say anything she had walked off. He shook his head as the blond clad in a towel sauntered off. And all he could think about was how she had looked as she peeled down to get in the pool

He went upstairs to change, tossing on a snug tshirt and a pair of gym shorts as he did he began to draw correlations between what Elly had said about her relationship with her mom. His was no better.



He was lost in thought as he walked by the fridge and grabbed a few beers, not even thinking of how she was only 19. But he set the beers on the coffee table, and checked his phone. His new wife said she was going to be stuck working late. Typical

He heard someone coming down the stairs

 

[36b7]

I glance in the mirror before leaving my room.
Is Lance seeing my mother in me, the young waitress that he fell in love with? Was it that memory that aroused him so much that he had to hide his erection with a towel?
Or was it me, Elly, stepping naked from the pool like some nineteen year old Aphrodite emerging from the sea that aroused him.
I weigh the two thoughts.
The first is sweet but somehow I don’t think that’s the reason and the second is frightening and exciting at the same time: frightening because he’s much older than me and married to my mother and exciting because he is much older than me and should know more about love and life than the guys of my age at college.
I got rid of my virginity at the first opportunity and it was a nothing event, no pain, no regrets and certainly none of that everlasting love bullshit. We’d shared a joint, were both virgins and thought we might as well try it to see what it was all about. He broke the first condom not knowing how to put it on and came almost as soon as he’d penetrated me on the second attempt.
I haven’t bothered since, finding my own company and fingers far more satisfying than some jerk who smells of beer and armpits and who’s just as likely to think that coming on a girl’s tits is the pinnacle of lovemaking technique.
So yes, the thought of an older man who might know a little more about sex excites me and the flutterings in my belly tell me my body thinks so too.
I pout my lips once more to check that my lipstick is exactly right, dark, sultry red and close the door behind me.
From the top of the stairs I can hear the clink of bottles so I’m guessing that Lance has brought more than the two beers that I suggested; I certainly hope so because if Lance is going to have any clarity in his mind as to what he wants to happen he’s going to have to talk and that could take some time.

There’s a cluster of furniture around the coffee table. Lance is sitting on triple seater and I decide to join him; that way he’ll be able to talk without looking at me which is something I’ve noticed: a lot of guys seem to be uncomfortable with long eye contact and perhaps Lance is the same.
“Hi” I say, grabbing a beer and sitting just a little distance away from him.
“So Lance. Want to tell me what going on between you and my mother, why she’s not here? Do you think maybe she’s seeing other men?”
I can see from his expression that he’s going to find this difficult but I hope he’ll try.
“You can say what you want, you won’t shock or hurt me.”

I take a pull of my beer and look down at my hands, waiting.

 

[shizzz]

He looked up as she strolled in. The tshirt she wore was snug on her form, and he could see the soft jiggle of her chest as she walked in. Her keens were snug, and pulled tight over her firm thighs and found rump, as she bent down to grab a beer

“Well as much as it’s not your business, but it’s not the best. Things were wild and crazy in Vegas. Then moving out here she seems far less interested in spending time together. That’s work based too, and I understand that. But, I guess I have not really thought about her seeing someone else. With the little details I get, it could be possible” he said as he shifted beside her and taking a drink from his own beer.

“What’s about you, have you talked to her lately? Wasn’t she planning to be here?” He asked her in return. She had made it very clear where her relationship stood with her mom

“And is there anything I can do for you while your here?” He asked, realizing he hadn’t gotten to understand any of her expectations here

 

[36b7]

Trying to talk

Lance isn’t easy to talk to, he’s holding back, changing the subject from him to me as if displacing what he finds difficult.
“What’s about you, have you talked to her lately? Wasn’t she planning to be here?”

I shake my head.
“I don’t know Lance. My mother and I haven’t talked with each other in years and you know what I mean by talked? – when you say what’s in your heart and how the other person makes you feel? I’ve been here for what, half a day or a bit more and it feels like you’re running away from something on that treadmill of yours.
What’s going on? Do you really know where she is right now? You know, if you wanted, I could put an app on her phone so we could see where she is.”
I take hold of his hand and look directly at him.
“You’re right, it’s not my business and if you want me to quit asking or even leave I’ll do it but I can’t stay here with what feels like a brewing storm over this house so are you going to talk or am I going to leave?”

 

[shizzz]

He felt a little ridiculous as she took his hand in hers. He couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin was, and how delicate her small hands seemed.

He looked up at her

“I understand how you feel. And yeah I’m starting to get to ‘know’ the real side of your mother. She does not seem that committed to our relationship. I don’t know if she’s cheating but I’m pretty sure she is lying. I don’t want to stalk her in an app, at least not while your here. It’s your summer and if the best thing I can do is make sure you have a good time while your here. When you go, I’ll have a talk with your mother, and I might take you up on that app later too.” He told her as he gave her hand a squeeze, then took a drink with of his beer.

“Again, I am sorry for what happened earlier” he said as the image of her peeling her top off replayed in his head. The sight of her standing there naked, completely unabashed of her nude state as her eyes had slid over him. Had they paused at his crotch, what had she said about a compliment?

“And I mean it. I want your summer out here to be fun. Let me know if there is anywhere in LA that you’ve always wanted to go”

 

[36b7]

Getting things straight

I look at Lance and at the look in his eyes. He knows there’s something going on with my mother but for whatever reason doesn’t he want to contemplate that she might be cheating but at least he’s accepted that she’s probably lying. The rest will come.
I guess that he still loves her and putting an app on her phone would be an admission that he’s lost all faith in her and that she no longer loves him … if she ever did.
He apologises again for seeing me in the nude but it wasn’t his fault and I tell him.
“Ok, for the moment no more questions about my mother and please quit apologising. I saw you naked too remember? I like skinny dipping, I own enough clothes to last maybe two days so unless you wear a blindfold you’re going to see me naked around the house as well a skinny dipping again.
In any case, you looked pretty good to me when I saw you in the shower."
I smile and wink.
“And don’t think that you’re the only one around here that gets .. well let’s just say, what you were trying to hide with your towel happens to us girls as well you know, just not so obvious. And really Lance, there’s nothing I want to see, nowhere I want to go; so long as I can get my ‘me’ time in my room with the drapes pulled then I’m happy. Ok?”
I lean across and give him a peck on his cheek.
“Now, let’s get some more beers and if my mother doesn’t come home we’ll celebrate by getting wasted. Deal? JD and coke I think.”

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled at her comments. And he felt a little zip pass through him as her lips met his cheek

“Well I’m glad you don’t mind me, I too enjoy skinny dipping. After a tough workout there is nothing more refreshing then stripping and diving into the pool” he told her with a smile as they stood up

“Alrighty then. Let’s go make some drinks. I happen to have plenty of Jim and coke “ he said as they headed into the kitchen.

He pulled a couple glasses from the cabinet as he grabbed the liquor. He looked back as she followed him into the kitchen

“So it sounds like you could use some more clothes or something” he said as he gestured at the fridge. “Can you grab the coke?”

“I mean I’m totally comfortable with nudity, but I imagine your mom wouldn’t want to see you walking around naked all the time” he said, although he honestly wondered how little they might see her. She was very rarely around. And if she hadn’t set Elly’s first day here as a priority?

 

[36b7]

Lance mixes a couple of long ones and I take a good slug.
I’m not sure if Lance is just being cute, taking advantage of the situation to have us both skinny dipping, but if he wants to see me naked well that’s up to him. I have no qualms about it.
Another slug of my drink and I put my hand flat on my head and then straight across to Lance, checking our heights. I barely come up to his shoulder.
“Can I borrow a couple of your T shirts please, white if you have them. They’ll be fine for hanging out in.”

The drinks are pretty strong and after a couple more and no sign of my mother by 10 pm I decide to go to bed.
“I’m done Lance, not used to so many and you sure mix strong ones.”

I give him a goodnight peck on the cheek.
I’m sorry that my mother hasn’t come home.”

 

[shizzz]

“What? Bed already?” He ass, his own speech slurred ever so slightly as he glances across the sofa at her.

“Well don’t be sorry about her. Especially not for my sake” he tells her as she leans over, her soft lips finding his cheek. The smell of her hair washes across his nostrils as he feels her still damp hair against his arm.

“Well come on then. Let’s go see if I got any shirts for you. After that I think I’ll shower before I skip off to bed. I got a few conference calls in the morning. ” he said wondering how she would look in some of his old a shirts. He also had some plain white tees that had been worn so much the cotton was super soft, and thin.

Then he gestured towards the stairs for her to lead the way, and to give himself a chance to ogle her in her snug jeans

 

[36b7]

Skinny dipping

Lance’s Ts work well as a shift, one shoulder bare and the hem a few inches below the tops of my thighs and I’m sure that if I were to bend over my cheeks would be in full view. I wonder what Lance would think of that.

I’m not a breakfast person, a glass of juice and some fruit and then out to the pool. I strip, dive in and swim twenty laps, grab a towel from the pool house, pull a parasol over a sun lounger and relax.
I don’t know if my mother made it home last night or where Lance is but I’m guessing he’s on his treadmill running away from the mess of his relationship again.

I’ve been thinking about my mother and what I’ll say to her if she ever shows up but I have a plan forming in my mind about how to deal with her.

I glance over to the glass wall where Lance will be on his treadmill and wonder if he’ll skinny dip as he said he would. It’ll to interesting to see what he was hiding under his towel yesterday and I’m sure he’ll have seen all of me this morning.

 

[shizzz]

Lance had not slept well. His wife had come home late, and she had smelled of booze and cigarettes.

When he had woken with the rising sun, his erecting was almost painful. He couldn’t recall the last time he had mornin wood. He rose and went down to his gym.

There he was working out to try and cool off when Elly comes out to the pool. She is wearing his white shirt, and he has to admit he likes how it looks on her, but then he almost trips and falls on his treadmill as she peels his shirt off, revealing nothing underneath! Her young full form spills into the sunlight. Then she quickly dips into the water. He watches flashes of her curves and her blond hair as she swim the length of the pool a few times, allowing him to regain control. However, she then pops out and arranged a shady spot for her to stretch out.

He watches her naked form, shimmering in the early sun, her curves in full elegant displa as she unabashedly Sunday herself.

Just then his timer ends, and the 45 min jog is over. He suddenly recalled that he had told her about his cool down. Was she down here to see him? Well it was only fair, he had seen her.

He slid the door open and strode our into the patio, his shirt soaked with sweat

“Good morning” he called to his new daughter as he peeled his shirt off, the sunlight playing over the lines of his well toned and muscles torso.

“Looks like the water is perfect for a cool down” he says as he then kicks his shoes and six off then peels his gym shorts off, his thick flaccid member on full display as he stands by her

“Don’t stay in the sun too long, you’ll burn without any sunscreen” he tells her with a smile. Then he steps to the edge of the pool, and dives in

 

[36b7]

I look up as Lance greets me with a cheery "Good morning" and watch as he strips off. He's in good shape, attractive I suppose. I don't know about his penis. I've only had one sexual experience and that was when I got rid of my virginity. Other than that I've really nothing to compare him with.

I watch as he dives in and then close my eyes. Even under the parasol the light is bright and I'm thinking about going to my room and closing the drapes when I hear Lance get out of the pool and come over.

He's looking at me and I have a good idea what's going through his mind so I ask him.
"Do you want to have sex with me?"

When you're on the spectrum, as I am, asking a straightforward question is normal.

 

[shizzz]

He had done a few laps, feeling wonderfully cooled and refreshed after his workout, his mind severely aware of Ely and completely terrified he was being creepy or weird. He finished his last lap and hopped out, walking towards her, on his way to get a towel from the pool house

He saw her look up at him, her eyes going over his wet dripping form. His heart skipped a beat at her bold question

“What...? I mean...you shouldn’t....it’s not..” then he chuckled as he got a hold of himself

“What on earth makes you ask that. I’m married to your mother” he said as he felt himself blush when his eyes dipped from hers back to the young full frame laid out before him. He shook his head, and yanked his eyes back up. Was he that desperate. Did he want to sleep with her? Has his life gotten that far out of control. Did she want him?

 

[36b7]

Well?

Lance seems momentarily shocked by my question. I guess he’s not used to such a direct approach but it’s how I am and that won’t change.

Despite his bluster he’s still looking at me, almost devouring me with his eyes and I wonder if he’s frightened of my mother, frightened of what she’d do if she discovered that we were having sex.
For certain it would be a very expensive divorce; my mother would have no qualms about laying it on thick in court, eyes like dollar signs and red with crocodile tears:
“My daughter is only 19 and look at him. He’s twice the size of my daughter. He might as well have raped her”.
And all the time thinking of the ker-ching of the settlement.
I look at Lance again. Even though I have almost no experience I can’t help but notice that Lance’s penis has thickened and firmed and if he sees in me what he saw in my mother then I know he wants me.

I smile at Lance.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you; you’re not the first person I’ve surprised by being so direct. It’s just me.”
I stand up, ready to go to my room.
“You mustn’t be embarrassed, it’s ok if you do want to have sex with me. You need to know that I’ve only had sex once so you could teach me quite a lot and I’m sure my mother must have shown you some moves. She’s had plenty of experience.”

I slip my T over my head and give his hand a squeeze.
“Have a think.”

 

[shizzz]

He watched as she popped up, her flesh jiggling in a way that shot straight to his loins. He smiled as she spoke, but it took him a second to catch on to what she was saying?!?!!!?

Of course he wanted to have sex with her, she was a knockout. But he was married, her last comment was a little off putting. But he turned as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it on, it was barely long enough to cover her ass as she walked back inside and he stood there stone struck.

“Have a think” he said to himself, glancing down to see his cock was as hard as steel. The thoughts she had put in his head were very enticing. He wanted to chase after her and take her, but he knew he shouldn’t. She was right. He needed to think about this. And he couldn’t do it with that, he thought to himself as he stared down at the raging hard on he had. He walked back to the edge of the oool and dove in. He needed a few more laps to cool off.

After another 10 minutes. He hopped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He headed inside, going upstairs to his room to his shower. A quick rinse and he was out, dressing he headed to the office to check his emails

 

[36b7]

Phone fun

As I walk into the house from the pool I bump into my mother coming into the kitchen.
She looks a mess as if she’s been up all night and could do with a shower and sorting out her hair.
She greets me:
“Hello darling. All settled in?”
I’m not interested in a conversation with her.
“Hello mother, just fine thanks.” A thought crosses my mind; there’s an opportunity here.
“Can I borrow your phone please? I don’t have anything left on my sim and I need to call Bethany, a friend from college.”

Bethany of course doesn’t exist.

“Sure honey.” And she fumbles in her purse for it. “Here you go.” she says, unlocking it with face recognition.
“Thanks mother. I’ll leave it here in the kitchen on the counter for you.”

That was easy.

Now in my room I install Find My Friends, airdrop as much data as I can to my phone: photos, videos, contacts, everything I can, and the rest I screenshot and transfer.
A quick delete of the screenshots, a final check that I’ve left no ‘footprints’ on her phone and I’m done.
I leave my mother's phone on the kitchen counter and glance out to the pool.
There's no sign of Lance or my mother so I go back upstairs.

In my room I close the drapes and sit in my chair, eyes closed, mind empty. My space, my time, my agenda.

There’s plenty of time to look at what I’ve got from my mother’s phone.

 

[36b7]

I don’t know what I was expecting to find in my mother’s phone. Vids of orgies perhaps but there’s nothing like that. Quite a few pics of really fit men, all younger that she is, perhaps late twenties?
There’s no names in her contacts list, just initials and they match up to appointments in her calendar so: 18th JM, 19th NP+1, 23rd NP+3 (that’s interesting) and so on and most of them match up to recent calls.
Either she has a lot of dinner dates or there’s something else going on.
I really don’t care.
What is far more useful is the Find My Friends app so I can see where she is and, more importantly, when she’s likely to get home.
That way if Lance and I are going to do anything at least I’ll have an idea of how long we’ve got.
I just won’t tell Lance how I know.

I’m intrigued to know how sex is with someone who knows what they’re doing and can show me what works best.
In any case, I’m starting to think he’s kinda cute in an older person way and I had a good orgasm in my room thinking about it.