Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2012 12:04:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stepmom Changed My Life (incest/incest, oral f/FF)

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              Stepmom Changed My life
                        By
                       Jan

	My father was a self centered businessman of
Italian extraction.  He ran our home like his
business.  He thought he knew everything, but in
reality he didn't know half as much as he thought he
did.

	My mother was his first love.  They had both
members of the popular group in high school.  Dad
was attracted to her because she was such an
attractive blonde.  She had always assumed that he
was smarter than her, but over the years she
became aware that she had a mind of her own, and
didn't agree with his domineering ways.  She rebelled
because she didn't agree with his politics and more
than she agreed with constantly telling her how to
dress.  It didn't take too many years for her to get
fed up with him.

	When she divorced him she got custody of me
in the bargain, not that Dad didn't love me.  I was his
little princess.  He wanted to give me the best of
everything.  He paid for me to go to the best private
school.  I was no more than 10-years-old when they
both got remarried.

	Mom found a nice man that loved her and
allowed her to have her way most of the time.  Dad
of course not only wanted a trophy wife, he wanted
a wife he thought he could control, like he did his
employees.  I thought she was just another empty
headed bimbo.

	The summer of my twelfth birthday I had to
spend the summer with my father and his new wife.
I was not looking forward to spending the time with
them.  I didn't agree with my father about much of
anything.  I exasperated him because I fought him
on everything.  Politics was impossible.  He was a
Republican all the way.  Mother and I were very
liberal Democrats.  I strongly believe that anyone in
power, be it politicians, Wall Street, or businesses
have to have someone over seeing that they don't
take unfair advantage of the public.  He would be
happy if business had a free hand to develop
monopolies.  He is not that concerned with morality
issues, but he loved the fact that the religious right
is like rabid dogs about moral issues, and vote
against their own interests as long as the party
supports anything to do with limiting abortion or
limiting the rights of gays.

	Dad took us to the lake cabin for the summer.
We had a fast power boat for water skiing and a
small boat for fishing.  He belonged to the country
club, so we have horses to ride and the use of the
golf course.  I enjoyed putting on hiking boots and
climbing the mountain trails.  I loved packing a lunch
to eat on top of the mountains.  I loved sitting on
top of the rocks eating while looking down on the
clouds.  Dad of course had to spend a lot of time
traveling back and forth because of work.  He just
could not relax and allow anyone to take charge of
the business.

	That meant that his wife Wendy and I had to
communicate with each other.  Until that summer I
had avoided talking to her.  I couldn't see what she
saw in my father other than his bank account.

	I had to admit that she was an attractive girl.
She was only ten years older than me.  She had not
even gone to junior college.  He married her because
she was the attractive daughter of a business
associate.  We were forced to be together that
summer, and I learned a lot about her.

	She was not about to join me hiking the
mountain trails, playing golf, tennis, or swimming, but
she did want my company.  She did actually volunteer
one day to climb the tallest mountain one time, just
to talk to me.  It was obvious that she was lonely
and wanted to be my friend.

	I finally had to admit that I did like her.  I
asked her what she saw in my father, while we were
eating lunch on top of the mountain.  She admitted
that she liked the security of the relationship.  She
surprised me by saying that she knew he was a born
philander, but she didn't mind as long as he was
discreet about it.  I asked her why she was willing to
put up that kind of behavior.  She said that she
didn't care that much for sex with men.

	That was quit a revelation.  I had to ask, "If
you don't like sex, why marry at all?"

	Wendy flashed me a toothy smile, "I didn't say
that.  I do enjoy sex a lot!"

	I was puzzled by that statement.

	"Just...not with men!"

	I may have been young, but I was not stupid.  I
knew several girls at school that were lesbian, and
even knew about a couple of teachers that were
known to have sex with the girls.  I had never given
it much thought before.  I had always assumed that
I was straight.  Her revelation disturbed me,
because I was attracted to her.  It frightened me
more than I care to admit.

	She may have been a trophy wife for my
father, but she was far more than that.  She was
truly a beautiful young woman.  She was not that
much taller than me, but she was physically so much
more developed that my mother.  Her breasts were
large, but didn't need a bra to support them.  She
had a small waist and curvaceous hips.  Her pride and
joy was her auburn hair that was thick and straight.
It was so long that it hung down her back almost to
her waist.  Her legs attracted the admiration of
both men and women.  Her hazel eyes were
hypnotizing.  Her lips were full and very kissable.  It
was obvious why my father was attracted to her.

	I had to admit that I was attracted to her too.
Would it be disloyal to my mother if I actually
admitted that I liked and was attracted to my step-
mother?

	We were sitting next to each other on a big
flat rock on top of the mountain well above the tree
line.  It was a bit chilly because of the steady
breeze.  The sun was high and felt good on our
sweaty bodies, but we had to get some protection
from the wind, so we moved down between the rocks.
We still had an unobstructed view of the lake to the
north and the city on the flat land to the west.  We
huddled together for mutual warmth.  She had
complained all of the way up the trail, but now she
admitted that the hike had been worth the view.
She kissed me on the cheek, as women do.

	I found that I was stimulated.  I placed my
hand on the back of her neck and pulled her towards
me, so that I could kiss her on the mouth.  She
resisted, "I didn't confess my sexual appetite to you
because I wanted to seduce you, honey!"

	I ignored her protest, and licked her lips.  She
opened her mouth, and I stuck my tongue into her
mouth.  I was amazed at my boldness.  We dueled
with our tongues, between kisses.  I could tell she
was getting cold because the breath from her nose
was cool against my cheek.  I had a light
windbreaker in my fanny pack that had also carried
our lunches.  The waist strap also had a holster for a
quart bottle of water.  Wendy had drunk all of her
water on the hike up the mountain.  I took out the
windbreaker and wrapped her in it.  I also used my
hands to rub her arms.

	When we lay down between the rocks it was
much warmer.  The sun had actually heated the
rocks we were lying on.  I lay on top of her.  I
couldn't resist placing my hands on those lovely tits.
She and I struggled to free them from her shirt and
bra.  I was attracted to her large brown areolas,
because my mother and I have pink areolas that are
just a shade different from our creamy breast
color.

	When they were exposed I buried my face
between them, and smelled the fragrance of her
body odor.  I had cautioned her not to put on
perfume, because it would just attract flying
insects, like deerflies, and mosquitoes.  I do have to
say the fragrance of her sweat would attract them
anyway.  I licked her flesh, while she stroked my
hair.

	She did try to talk me out of it, but she wasn't
very convincing.  I felt her free hand sliding down
the back of my hiking shorts.  She gripped the left
cheek of my ass.  I slipped my hand down between
our bodies and into her shorts.  I felt the little
patch of pubic hair she left just above the opening
of her pussy.  I was sucking on one of her nipples
while finger fucking her cunt.

	She was able to wedge her hand far enough
down the inside of my panties until she was able to
cup my little vulva.  I had so little hair there was no
need to shave my pussy like adult women do.  We
finger fucked each other while we fought with our
tongue between wet kisses.  It was hard to tell
which one of us came first.

	When we withdrew our hands from each
other's shorts we smelled our fingers.  I found the
smell of her wet juices made my pussy tingle.  I
wondered if she liked the smell of my pussy.  I guess
she did, because she licked her fingers before she
kissed me again.

	It was not until that then that I remembered
that it was a public trail, and any moment other
hikers could reach the crest.  I straightened up my
clothes and helped her to her feet.  While she
adjusted her clothes, I said, "We better find a more
private place to continue with this, before we shock
some hikers."

	We came down the mountain, just short of
running.  At least we didn't run into any hikers on the
way down.  I guess no one wanted to exert the
energy to make the hike that day.

	As soon as we were back in our cabin, we
showered together.  We soaped each other's body
for each other.  I loved the feeling of her flesh
under my hands.  We eventually rinsed off the suds.
I couldn't resist kneeling in front of her and sucking
her pussy again.  Wendy flung one leg over my
shoulder while I ate her pussy.

	Wendy turned off the water and we dried each
other off.  She pulled me into her bedroom.  She
was like an animal sucking on my little 'A' sized
breasts.  She was finger fucking me too.  She sucked
my pussy for the longest time.  She even rolled me
up like a ball, so that she could lick my asshole.

	I couldn't believe anyone would actually do
anything like that.  I have to admit that it did cause
me to have another cum.  We made love the rest of
the day.  Hunger was the only thing that made us
stop.  When bedtime came, she took me to bed with
her.  I was introduced to just about everything
females can do to each other short of anything like
S & M.

	We had the whole summer to fuck each other.
Whenever Dad would make the drive back up the
mountain he would call, so we knew about what time
to expect him.  The bed would be in order before he
arrived.  I doubt that he would have even noticed if
we didn't change the linen.

	Wendy was more interested in shopping than in
any outdoor activity.  Most of the establishments
were geared to the winter sports.  There was only
one sporting goods store that catered to hiking as
well as skiing.  I don't know what possessed us to
enter a little restaurant off the beaten path.

	It was not the kind of place that would have
attracted either the fishing, hunting or skiing crowd.
It was hidden back among the pine trees.  When we
entered it was dark enough that it took a moment
for our eyes to adjust.  We found a little table in
back.  When the waitress approached our table with
menus in hand, I was struck by her appearance.  She
was a stocky woman that looked more like a man
than a woman.  If it were not for the obvious big
breasts sagging practically to her waist she could
pass for a man.  I mean she had on hiking boots,
jeans and flannel shirt.  Her hair was cropped short.

	Wendy and I looked at each other.  I'm sure we
were thinking the same thing.

	She casually asked if we would like something
to drink while we looked at the menu.  Wendy opted
for a beer while ordering me a coke.  She headed for
the bar while we read the menu.  Actually the menu
was pretty good.  We selected the chicken.

While we waited for our meal, we checked out our
surroundings.  It definitely had an outdoor flavor,
but the patrons were not the typical outdoor types.
The two men tucked away in a booth were obviously
effeminate and the waitress and bartender were
very butch looking.  We surmised that we had
stumbled into a gay and lesbian bar and diner.

	While we were eating in walked another burly
looking woman dressed just like the waitress.  She
filled the room when she entered.  She greeted the
bartender and waitress with a booming voice.  When
she surveyed the room she saw us, and approached
our table.  She said, "I take it you two girls didn't
know what kind of establishment this was before you
entered?"

	Wendy smiled, "You're right, but we are
enjoying our dinner.  We won't bother anyone."

	The woman looked Wendy up and down with an
admiring eye.  "Honey...if you ever want to find out
what it's like to party with a woman, let me know!"

	Wendy smiled, "Honey, we already know!"

	The lumberjack looking woman's eyes flashed
back and forth between the two of us, and then she
let out with a belly laugh.  She pulled up a chair and
sat down close enough for the two of us, so close
that we could smell the odor of cigarettes on her
clothes and breath.  She took hold of our hands with
her calloused hands.  "Would the two of you like to
party with an old whore like me?"

	Wendy was struggling with her desire to do so,
but protective of me.  I was the one that realized
what Wendy was thinking.  "I would love to find out
what you are like in bed."

	She bellowed, "Good girl, my name is Beverly
but my friends call me Butch!"  She chuckled good-
naturedly.  She said, "as soon as you're ready, let me
know."  She stood up and returned to the bar.  A
bottle of beer was waiting for her.  She flirted with
the bartender while we finished eating our dinner.
When we finished the waitress brought us the
check, and asked if we would like to order dessert.
We passed on dessert.  Wendy put enough money to
cover a 20 percent tip, and said to keep the change.
She motioned for Butch to join us as we headed for
the car.  Butch moved briskly on her way to an old
beat up pickup with an oxidized red paintjob with a
lot of scratches all over it.  It looked like it got a lot
of rough use.  She flashed us a big smile and told us
to follow her.

	She led us down a dirt road to a rustic cabin
not far from the local stables for trail packers.  She
led horseback trips into the mountains and delivered
food to the forest rangers and delivered food to
hiking groups that arranged for her to deliver food
three days into week long backpacking trips.  She
had ten horses and a half-dozen pack mules.  The
place smelled of house dung, hay mixed with the
fragrance of cedar pines and Douglas fir.

	We parked our car on the dirt lot covered with
pine needles.  We followed her into the cabin.  The
living room was cluttered with gear used for packing
animals, but the place was clean.  I wondered why it
was so clean, because I had expected a cluttered
and dusty place.

	She offered us coffee, but I didn't really care
for coffee.  She put on an old ironware coffee pot
on the electric stove.  She got down two large
coffee mugs and a glass mug for me.  She opened
the fridge and got out a cream pitcher and a can of
Pepsi-Cola for me.  When the coffee pot came to a
boil she turned down the heat and took out the
basket of coffee grounds.  She poured coffee for
Wendy and herself.  The three of us sat down at the
old round maple table.

	Wendy complimented her on what a nice cabin
she had.  She passed it off as just her years in the
Navy before she settled down at something she
loved doing.  Her animals were her life.  She claimed
they were like family to her.  She wanted to know
how Wendy had come to know me.

	Wendy explained that she was my stepmother
and had just brought me out this summer.

	Butch was all smiles because Wendy looked
young enough to be my sister.

	Wendy admitted to enjoying the company of
women and girls from the time she was a girl herself.

	Butch said, "I had favored the company from
the time I was in junior high school.  My recruiter
knew without my saying so, that I was a lesbian.
During the four years I was in the Navy I had to
pretend to be straight, but a few officers and petty
officers knew.  They were happy to use my services
to have safe sex.

	The gay crowd up here in the mountains is a
little more reserved than city folks, but there are
enough weekenders that come up here to make it
interesting.  During the week I date the waitress
and bartender you met tonight.

	By the time we had told our stories and the
coffee pot was almost empty, our bladders were
causing us enough discomfort that we had to use the
bathroom.  Again I was pleasantly impressed at how
clean and nice looking her bathroom was.  It was
obvious this was not the bathroom her packers used.
That was located near the tack room in the barn.

	After the three of us had used to toilet she
showed us her bedroom, even though her room used
distressed maple furniture, it was a very feminine
room.  There were no overt decorations that cried
out that she was a lesbian.  The only hint was the
framed portraits of women on her dresser.  The
absence of any pictures of males was a clue.

	There was a bench at the foot of her bed.  It
was soon covered with her clothes as she shed them.
She was a stocky woman, but not particularly fat.
She did have pendulous breasts.  It was obvious that
she didn't shave her pubic area at all.  There were
even dark hairs protruding from under her arms.  At
least the coarse denim blue jeans rubbed off most
of the hair on her legs.  She was clean but her body
still smelled of horse and liniment.

	She naturally was an alpha personality, so she
wanted to be in charge of the sex.  Wendy and I
were not about to argue with her.  She obviously
enjoyed what she saw.  She didn't have any
objections to bedding a minor.  While she sucked on
Wendy's breasts she stroked my body.  While she
ate my pussy she finger fucked Wendy.

	She didn't object though, when she ate Wendy
I knelt behind her and licked her pussy and asshole.
The smell and feel of a strong woman was just as
exciting as Wendy's beautiful body.  We stayed all
night.  Wendy made breakfast for us in the morning
before we headed home.

	By the time summer was over I was a
conformed lesbian.  Wendy and I were destined to
be lifelong friends, even after the marriage to my
father came to an end.



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