Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2015 00:03:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dearest Stepmother (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, spanking,  g/FF)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, spanking,  g/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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            Dearest Stepmother
                   By
                  Jan

      My father was an ambitious person.  He was a
hardworking man that was single minded.  His only
goal was to become the senior executive of the large
corporation in Dallas, Texas that he worked for.  He
was so intent on climbing the corporate ladder that
he had no thought of marriage until being single
became an impediment.  At the age of 40 he sought
out and married a beautiful socialite.

      My mother came from a wealthy family, and had
been brought up with the sole purpose of marrying a
wealthy man.  She was made for the country club set.
After I was born she couldn't be bothered with
raising a child.  I was provided with a nanny to look
after me, while Mom worked her ass off at the gym
to get her girlish figure back.

      My nanny was a little Mexican woman, named
Maria Garcia.  She was barley five feet tall, and a
very chubby woman.  She was built for comfort, each
of her breasts were like beach balls.  I loved her
dearly.  When I had nightmares it was her bed I went
to.  Even though her tits were dry, she comforted me
by allowing me to suck on her nipples, while sitting on
her lap.  She also comforted me by stroking my
crotch.  It felt good, and I often sought her out for
such administrations.  I was 8-years-old when my
world was turned upside down.

      By that time Dad was in a very important division
positon, and spent even more time working.  Mother
could have any car she wanted, but she chose to have
a little BMW sports car, and she was returning home
on the freeway from Fort Worth when a semi truck
driver that had been on the road for 30 hours,
hopped up on uppers, drove over her car, turning it
into a sardine can.  They had to extract my mother
with the jaws-of-life.  They say every bone in her
body was crushed.  Needless to say her body was
cremated.

      I clung to Maria even more after that.  I slept in
her bed every night.  My father was rarely home and
never noticed where I slept when he was home.  We
lived like that for another four years.

      Dad had his first heart attack when he was 53.
While in the hospital he was quite the talk around the
wards.  All of the ambitious nurses looking for a man
to marry considered him a strong prospect, a rich,
widower, even if he was old and in poor health.  To
some of them that was even better, as long as they
were married long enough to inherit all of his
property.

      You would think a smart man like him would
recognize gold diggers, but apparently a stiff cock
trumps brains.  There was a stunning blonde with a
figure like a stripper that was on his ward.  She didn't
seem to have much interest in his flirtations.  That
changed when Maria brought me for a visit.

      We had to stop at the nurses' station to ask
which room my father was in.  Maria was not a family
member, so she had to wait in the waiting room.
When I got to the floor his ward was on I had to ask
for directions from the floor nurses' station.  I
hardly noticed the attractive blonde sitting at the
station watching the closed secret TV monitors.  As
soon as she knew who I was, she came around to
escort me to my father's room.

      She was very consoling and assured me that my
father would be fine in no time.  She held my hand
while I was standing by his bed.  He looked so
pathetic laying there with wires attached to him and
an IV tube in his arm.  His lips were mauve colored.
That didn't look right to me.

      I put on a brave face, and assured him that he
looked fine.  The nurse held my hand the whole time.
She allowed me to stay there long after visiting
hours, but I eventually had to leave.

      The nurse told me that her name was Janet and
gave me her business card, after she had written her
personal cell-phone number down on it.  She assured
me that I could call her anytime I wanted.

      She became very attentive to my father.  She
laughed at his lame jokes, and when he started
flirting with her she promised him that she would go
out with him after he recovered.  He did recover
quickly.  Janet was happy emptying his bed pan and to
give him sponge-baths.  When he was about to be
discharged she made a special effort to bathe him
again.  When he asked her for a date, she accepted,
and even gave him a hand job.

      The house keeper drove me to the hospital to
take Dad home.  Unknown to me Dad had arranged for
Janet to come home with us to be his nurse during
the rest of his recovery.  They sat in the back seat
on the way home.  Dad was up and around in just a few
days.  He was wild cat in a closed room.  He wanted to
get back to work right away, but he had to wait until
the doctor released him.

      The doctor warned him that if he didn't change
his life style the next heart attack could kill him.  His
concession was go from 16 ounce steaks to 12 ounce
steaks, and reduce his scotch consumption from a
quart a day to half a quart a day.  He was dating
Janet regularly too.

      Fucking her may have been good for his cardio
system.  He appeared to be in good health to
everyone.  No one was surprised when he proposed to
Janet.  Janet was doing everything to ingratiate
herself to me.

      She took me shopping, movies, amusement parks
zoos and such.  There was even some animosity on her
part towards Maria.  I suspect that she was aware
just how close I was with her.  By that time I not only
slept with Maria, we masturbated each other, I still
sucked her tits, and we ate each other's pussies.

      After Dad married Janet things changed.  She
convinced Dad to discharge Maria, because she
wanted to take over the mothering duties.  It broke
my heart to say goodbye to my beloved Maria.  Of
course I turned my hatred on Janet.

      I rebelled against her authority.  I suspect that
played right into her plans.

      Dad was putting in long hours at work, coming
home too tired to eat, and Janet was making sure to
elevate his blood pressure by fucking his brains out.

      While he was at work and the staff went home,
Janet would do her best to be both my friend and at
the same time my disciplinarian.

      One evening I rebelled just as she knew I would,
and she made me prostrate myself across my
bedroom desk.  She flipped up my nightgown and gave
me a resounding spanking.  She started with her bare
hand, but progressed to using one of my hair brushes.
My butt was flaming red by the time she stopped.
She rested her hand on my ass, because that held the
heat in, and added to the pain.  I was crying like a
baby.

      The mode changed when she let her hand slide
down until her fingers were stroking my pussy.  I
couldn't help it, my pussy got wet.  Janet found my
clit with her finger and diddled it until I had an
orgasm.

      When she let me stand up I was rubbing my
inflamed butt with both hands.  Janet said, "Honey, if
you continue to defy me I can beat your butt, if you
like, or we can become friends.  I would much more
like to be a loving mother to you than an enemy!"

      I broke down and told her I didn't want to fight
her.  She took me into her arms and hugged me.  She
had come to my room in her see through nightgown.  I
could see her naked body.  There was no doubt what
my father saw in her.  She had the breasts of a
stripper naturally.  There definitely no need for
breast enhancement.  Her waist was no larger than 24
inches.  Her hips were wide, and legs were long and
looked like a dancers legs.  Like a lot of true blondes
her pubic bush was a darker blonde color.  She
trimmed it to an even length, with and a bikini cut.  I
had to admit that I found her very attractive.

      While I was standing there in front of her, she
lifted my nightgown up.  She admired my young body.
She felt my 34-B sized breasts until I my tits were
rock hard.  At that point she slid her hands down my
ribcage to my hips.  While she held my right hip with
her left hand, she used her right hand to feel my
pussy.  I was old enough to have pubic hair, but young
enough to not need to trim my hair.  This time her
finger not only toyed with my clit, she actually probed
the depths of my vagina.  She finger fucked me like
Maria had done so many times before.

      When I had an orgasm I was unsteady, so Janet
sat me on my bed.  I was too weak to resist when she
hugged and kissed me on the mouth.  We removed our
nightgowns and she spent the night in bed with me.
That was the changing event between us.  We were
fucking each other day and night.

      It was inevitable that my father's lifestyle
brought on a second heart attack, by the time the
paramedics got to him and administered first aid and
used the deflator it was too late.  There was nothing
for the emergency doctor to do but try a couple of
more times, and then call the time of death.

      There was the planning for the funeral in three
days, and then the reading of his will.  His estate was
divided between Janet and me.  Janet was my
guardian and administrator until I turned 21.  When
everything settled down Janet and I became lovers,
but I insisted on her hiring Maria back as out maid.

      When I went away to collage I had to live in a
dorm the first year.  I made a lot of friends that
year, and pledged to a sorority, but chose to live off
campus in an apartment with Maria as my maid.  Janet
visited often as well.  They partied with me at my
sorority parties.  I got control of my inheritance
during my junior year of college.  I continued on to
postgraduate school to earn my masters and Ph.D.

      Teaching became my profession at an all-girl's
college that was known for specializing in the
education of lesbians.  Maria followed me as my house
keeper.  We slept together every night.  Janet and
Maria enjoyed playing with my students as much as
me.



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