I guess Mom had been gone for about a year when Susan came to our house. Mom and Dad had been having marital problems for a long time, and I guess it finally all came to a head and they decided to quit fighting and just get away from each other.

I didn’t blame either one of them entirely – they did love each other, they just couldn’t live with each other. I know that sounds crazy but when you got one or the other alone, you could tell where their hearts were at.

Anyway, their solution to this was to put some distance between each other and so they divorced and Mom moved back to Florida to be closer to her little sister, my aunt, who lived in Tampa Bay. Dad and I stayed in Houston where I had been going to school.

I was seventeen and a junior in high school and I wanted to finish out high school where I was. I had friends here – friends I had grown up with that I didn’t want to leave. Besides I was on the football team and I was hoping to secure a scholarship to college from that.

So for a year or so it was Dad and I “baching it” ... living the life of the single guy. He didn’t have a wife, and I didn’t have a serious girlfriend. I dated here and there but it was all casual and fun. Dad wasn’t looking for anyone – the last few years of marriage and resulting divorce had cured him of women!

At least that’s what I thought. But Dad was too good a catch to stay single for too long and one day Dad came back from one of his business trips with a little extra “luggage”.

“Hi son, this is Susan. Susan is going to be moving in with us. We need a woman’s touch around here. We’ve known each other for a while now and I decided to ask her to come to live here,” he said.

At first, I was shocked because this seemed to come from out of the blue ... I mean, I didn’t even know Dad was in the market for a girl again! As far as I knew he was a confirmed, happy bachelor!

But once the initial, shock wore off and I was able to think about it a bit, I started getting angry. Dad couldn’t seem to work it out with Mom and they had been married for sixteen years.

Now this woman was coming into our lives and Dad was all giddy about it? And what about this woman anyway – was she going to replace Mom? Good luck with that! I had a mother already, I didn’t need another one. Or a stepmother either for that matter.

No, this woman was treading on sacred ground as far as I was concerned and we had already gotten off to a bad start. Dad should have eased me into this one instead of dropping her on me like a load of bricks!

In my heart of hearts, I knew it wasn’t her fault. Susan hadn’t done anything except hook up with Dad. And he did seem happier now with Susan in the picture. It’s just that I had always hoped that he and Mom would realize that living apart was worse than when they were married and would get back together again. It’s a common dream kids have when their parents split up. But this woman was getting in the way of that dream.

However, my opinion on the matter didn’t sway the decision any and so I had to get used to having a woman around the house. I didn’t LIKE it entirely, but I didn’t have much choice!

So Susan and I made an uneasy peace and we pretty much avoided each other for the most part. I did my thing and she did hers and about the only time we came together as a “family” was at mealtime. And even then I ate with as little conversation and interaction as I could.

Looking back on it, I guess I was a little hard on Susan, but I had my reasons and they felt justifiable at the time. As time went on our little “try-angle” got more and more difficult. Dad and Susan got along like peas and carrots, but me, I was the wildcard!

However, the dynamics of our little threesome were about to change and in a big way. And it would cement us together finally into one cohesive and happy family.

It was a Tuesday, as I recall, and I was home from school because it was Spring Break. I was just finishing up my junior year, looking forward to summer vacation and then starting the final leg of my high school education. Dad had left for work and Susan was doing some laundry and housework.

“Chris, do you have anything for the laun...” she said as she entered my room. I had been in my room watching some stroke flick and she caught me with a handful of hard cock. I don’t know which of us was more embarrassed at that moment.

“Oh, Chris! Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! Oh God, I’m so embarrassed!” she said backtracking as she spoke.

I was equally embarrassed, but as soon as she started apologizing and backing towards the door, I saw an opportunity...

“What’s wrong Susan? Did you forget what you came in here for?” I said in a cocky, smart-ass tone.

Completely flustered she tried to speak. “Umm, ahhh Chris, I didn’t know you were, umm ahhh...” Susan said as she tried to compose herself and recover her dignity. Her face was beet red as she tried to mumble something about just wanting to get the laundry done.

I just stood there still stroking my cock as she shifted her feet and stumbled over her words. I noticed she tried to focus on my face as she looked at me, but her eyes kept getting drawn down to what my hand was doing and my hard cock.

She was almost mesmerized by what she was seeing; I don’t think she ever watched a man stroke his cock like I was doing. Susan didn’t know what to do, she was frozen. She knew she should just turn around and leave the room, but she couldn’t – she had to look a little longer.

She couldn’t believe how big I was, probably the largest cock she’d ever seen. I found out later that Susan had led a very sheltered life when it came to sex. Her parents were strict God-fearing people and she didn’t date until she had graduated high school. The only reason she went to her senior prom, in fact, was that her father was one of the chaperones. After school, she had gotten married to the first guy she met, which only lasted a couple of years. and until she met my father, she had actually only been with a couple of men in her whole life.

Seeing how nervous and uneasy she was emboldened me, and I realized that this was the chance I had been waiting for. Dad was gone and wouldn’t be back for several hours. I had nothing to do today of any importance and Susan and I had the place to ourselves. I decided to press my advantage.

“Susan, if you wanted to get a look at me you didn’t have to barge in, you could have just asked,” I said with a wry smile on my face. She only blushed more and turned to leave when I stopped her. “Wait a minute Susan, what’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t be here ... this is wrong,” she said softly. She headed for the door, but I cut her off. She had just made it to the door when I spun her around and pushed her back against it, my body blocking her way out. I knew she was turned on and I smiled.

“Did you like what you saw, Susan?” I asked.

Susan tried very hard to keep her eyes up looking into my eyes but she kept glancing downward at my hardening cock.

“Chris this isn’t right. I’m sorry, I should go...” she said quietly.

I didn’t buy her weak excuse. “ I don’t know, Susan,” I said as I kept stroking my cock, “I think you like what you see don’t you. Tell me the truth, now ... my cock turns you on doesn’t it?”

“CHRIS! Oh my God, this isn’t right! You’re ... you’re...” she stammered but she watched fascinated as I continued stroking my now almost fully erect cock

“Oh my God” she whispered almost under her breath. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. Her fingers automatically curled around it and I started making her stroke the big thick cock.

“Do you like this, Susan ... the feel of a hard fat cock in your hand?” I whispered to her. She was still beet red but I could feel her start to take over stroking me on her own, without my moving her hand. Her body was beginning to betray her even if her mind still tried to hold onto some sense of morality.

“Chris, please ... I don’t think we should ... I shouldn’t be here – what would your father say!” she said, her protests getting less and less emphatic.

I could see her nipples getting hard through her thin t-shirt and the rise and fall of her chest getting quicker. I knew she was weakening even if she just didn’t know it yet.

After a few moments of holding her hand on my cock, she was stroking me all by herself. I put one hand on the door over her shoulder and leaned a bit closer to her. My other hand moved up to tease the little bumps in her t-shirt that her hard nipples caused.

Why Susan, you little dickens,” I said mockingly, “you aren’t wearing a bra! You want me to look at you just as much as you want to look at me! You are quite the little cocktease aren’t you!”

“No! I ... I just didn’t feel like...” she said. But I could tell that calling her a cocktease made her breathing catch for a second.

So she likes the dirty talk, does she? Hmm... I thought. This could come in handy!

I began playing with Susan’s big 36DD tits through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I circled her nipples and rubbed over then, moved to caress the rest of her tits, cupping them, squeezing them, and sinking my fingers into the soft meat. Susan just moaned softly and closed her eyes, putting her head back against the door. Her hand kept stroking my cock, moving more quickly and confidently now.

After spending a few moments playing with her tits, Susan was beginning to sway and her moans had gone from soft barely discernible whispers to more ardent and distinguishable moaning.

“Oh, Chris ... please ... please honey ... we caaan’t...” she whined weakly. It was time to up the ante!

Because Susan was just puttering the house today doing housework and other chores, she was wearing what was casual and comfortable for her – in this case, her cami t-shirt, sweatpants, and house slippers. But what made for comfortable wear for her made her easily accessible to me!

“OH GOD, CHRIS!” she cried out as my hand dove under her sweatpants and panties. Just as I suspected, Susan was dripping wet! Susan’s eyes flashed open and she looked at me her open wide as I slipped two fingers into her wet, hot hole. I began fingering her as she began rapidly jerking me now, her other hand holding my forearm and keeping me where I was as I churned inside of her.

I fingered my stepmother as she held onto my arm, raising up on her toes and spreading her legs wider for me. If she didn’t want me molesting her, she sure wasn’t telling me to stop by her actions!

“Oh, God Chris! Oh please, baby! Ohh fuck ... don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she said. She was surrendering to her own needs ... to her own lustful desires.

By now Susan’s pussy was leaking like a broken water pipe and the front of her panties and sweatpants both had large wet spots in them. I pulled my drenched fingers from her and pushed them into her mouth.