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I turned into my neighborhood. The sky was a bit overcast; might get rain. I smiled, glad that coach had cancelled lacrosse practice. I didn't mind the workout, but on rainy days our practice field became muddy as hell.
Moreover, I'd get the rare treat of having the house to myself for a couple hours. Dad sometimes worked long hours, so I'd gotten used to having the place to myself. But last year he'd remarried and my new stepmother was always home early.
A year into our new relationship and I was still struggling to accept Candace as part of the family. Certainly she wasn't an "evil" stepmother out of a fairy tale. She was fairly nice and sweet. She tried really hard to be a supportive parental figure to me; she wasn't always the best, but she clearly worked at it. She was unquestionably good for my father; Dad hadn't been this happy in years. So I tried to accept her and smile.
But it wasn't always easy. Candace had trophy wife practically tattooed on her forehead. Barely into her 30s, this fitness instructor had married an affluent man half again her age. She preferred to be called "Candy". She had long golden hair practically down to her pert buns of steel. Her waist looked nearly slender enough to encircle with both hands and her fondness for tops that didn't quite cover it meant you were always getting glimpses of her taut abs.
Her most prominent feature was her amazing rack. Her breasts were bigger than probably my last three or four girlfriends' combined. If you stood behind her, you could just see the swelling side-boob of each massive orb. Initially I thought they had to be fake, but a cruise through Candace's photo albums showed that she'd just gotten bigger each passing year throughout her teens.
Now certainly I can understand Dad wanting to date a woman like that. Hell, if she was a complete stranger, I'd definitely hit that. If he wanted to have a mid-life crisis and date this paragon of blonde bimbos, fine by me.
But why marry her? Even with the ironclad prenup - Dad wasn't completely stupid - he looked like he'd married a gold digger. Why not just date her? Or at the very least, why couldn't he wait a few years till I'd gone off to college? Then it wouldn't be so weird having her as a stepmother.
Candace was also starting to try to act the part a bit much lately. She felt that my father had let me have too much freedom, so she started imposing homework/study times, restricted TV access, and an earlier curfew. I put up with it because Dad asked me to, but getting lectures on the importance of education from a blonde, buxom pixie with a degree in physical education annoyed the crap out of me. I just kept telling myself "One more year, Jacob. One more year and you're off to college. Just stick it out till then."
Consequently, I couldn't repress a groan when I spotted Candace's Prius parked in its usual spot. Dammit, she was already home? I thought she worked till after five on Thursdays.
But odder still, there are was a Ford pickup parked in front of the house, too. Definitely didn't look familiar. I thought it might be some repairman, but there was no company logo on the vehicle, no toolboxes or equipment in the truck bed, and no dents or dings in the body.
I got a weird sensation about it, so I drove past and parked a couple houses down the street. I walked home and snuck around back. It felt weird to be peeking in my own windows from the outside. Still, that didn't prepare me for what I saw inside.
Candace was bent face first over the counter on the kitchen island. She was naked save for her sport bra, socks, and sneakers. Behind her was a guy with a crew cut who looked to be mid 30s. He jeans were around his ankles and his naked ass was presently pistoning back and forth into Candace. Periodically he'd stop and give Candace a couple slaps on the ass; judging from the redness on her normally tan cheeks, he'd given her quite a few.
Instinctively, I reached for my phone and turned on the camera app. Due to the intervening window, most of their dialogue was muffled, though occasionally Candace's voice could be heard exclaiming things like, "Yes" and "Oh God," and the like. The video, however, was clear as crystal.
I must have caught them after they'd been the it a bit, because the guy pulled out, ripped off his condom, and promptly blew his load onto Candace's ass. I ducked out of sight as they started to clean up and get dressed. The guy left soon thereafter, driving away in the pickup. I waited till Candace headed upstairs to sneak away from the house to my car.
I sat in the front seat for a long time. I had video footage of my stepmom cheating on father. Now what?
Looking for female co-author to play Candace. PM interest.
I turned into my neighborhood. The sky was a bit overcast; might get rain. I smiled, glad that coach had cancelled lacrosse practice. I didn't mind the workout, but on rainy days our practice field became muddy as hell.
Moreover, I'd get the rare treat of having the house to myself for a couple hours. Dad sometimes worked long hours, so I'd gotten used to having the place to myself. But last year he'd remarried and my new stepmother was always home early.
A year into our new relationship and I was still struggling to accept Candace as part of the family. Certainly she wasn't an "evil" stepmother out of a fairy tale. She was fairly nice and sweet. She tried really hard to be a supportive parental figure to me; she wasn't always the best, but she clearly worked at it. She was unquestionably good for my father; Dad hadn't been this happy in years. So I tried to accept her and smile.
But it wasn't always easy. Candace had trophy wife practically tattooed on her forehead. Barely into her 30s, this fitness instructor had married an affluent man half again her age. She preferred to be called "Candy". She had long golden hair practically down to her pert buns of steel. Her waist looked nearly slender enough to encircle with both hands and her fondness for tops that didn't quite cover it meant you were always getting glimpses of her taut abs.
Her most prominent feature was her amazing rack. Her breasts were bigger than probably my last three or four girlfriends' combined. If you stood behind her, you could just see the swelling side-boob of each massive orb. Initially I thought they had to be fake, but a cruise through Candace's photo albums showed that she'd just gotten bigger each passing year throughout her teens.
Now certainly I can understand Dad wanting to date a woman like that. Hell, if she was a complete stranger, I'd definitely hit that. If he wanted to have a mid-life crisis and date this paragon of blonde bimbos, fine by me.
But why marry her? Even with the ironclad prenup - Dad wasn't completely stupid - he looked like he'd married a gold digger. Why not just date her? Or at the very least, why couldn't he wait a few years till I'd gone off to college? Then it wouldn't be so weird having her as a stepmother.
Candace was also starting to try to act the part a bit much lately. She felt that my father had let me have too much freedom, so she started imposing homework/study times, restricted TV access, and an earlier curfew. I put up with it because Dad asked me to, but getting lectures on the importance of education from a blonde, buxom pixie with a degree in physical education annoyed the crap out of me. I just kept telling myself "One more year, Jacob. One more year and you're off to college. Just stick it out till then."
Consequently, I couldn't repress a groan when I spotted Candace's Prius parked in its usual spot. Dammit, she was already home? I thought she worked till after five on Thursdays.
But odder still, there are was a Ford pickup parked in front of the house, too. Definitely didn't look familiar. I thought it might be some repairman, but there was no company logo on the vehicle, no toolboxes or equipment in the truck bed, and no dents or dings in the body.
I got a weird sensation about it, so I drove past and parked a couple houses down the street. I walked home and snuck around back. It felt weird to be peeking in my own windows from the outside. Still, that didn't prepare me for what I saw inside.
Candace was bent face first over the counter on the kitchen island. She was naked save for her sport bra, socks, and sneakers. Behind her was a guy with a crew cut who looked to be mid 30s. He jeans were around his ankles and his naked ass was presently pistoning back and forth into Candace. Periodically he'd stop and give Candace a couple slaps on the ass; judging from the redness on her normally tan cheeks, he'd given her quite a few.
Instinctively, I reached for my phone and turned on the camera app. Due to the intervening window, most of their dialogue was muffled, though occasionally Candace's voice could be heard exclaiming things like, "Yes" and "Oh God," and the like. The video, however, was clear as crystal.
I must have caught them after they'd been the it a bit, because the guy pulled out, ripped off his condom, and promptly blew his load onto Candace's ass. I ducked out of sight as they started to clean up and get dressed. The guy left soon thereafter, driving away in the pickup. I waited till Candace headed upstairs to sneak away from the house to my car.
I sat in the front seat for a long time. I had video footage of my stepmom cheating on father. Now what?
