My Step-Mother
My parents were divorced. My mother moved overseas so I ended up living with my dad. It worked out actually as I had an apprentice job close by. All was fine until dad decided to remarry. I was 23 at the time. I met my to be step-mother several times and one day they announced they had gotten married. Now my dad was almost 50 and Marsha was 33. I thought why get married? But it was as plain as day. Blonde hair, great boobs, great legs, every man’s wet dream. I didn’t like her although I often thought about her when I masturbated. In fairness she did try to be friendly and I faked a smile now and then. I just saw her as an interloper. In retrospect it was pretty petty of me. …