Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . . - Sex Stories

Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . .

... experience with Olivia. Then I cried again, big blubbery sobs. Again, what did I really expect? Of course she wasn't going to be my lover, my wife, the mother of my children. Shit, maybe she couldn't even have kids at her age. I didn't know. But I was crushed, oh so crushed. I avoided her and my father for the next few days, I just couldn't handle the pain of it. Olivia had no problem continuing to sun herself by the pool each day, and I had to watch her. I would smoke, get high as fuck, stare at her while waxing my carrot until I felt orgasm coming and would lay down and finish, and fall back asleep. That was my summer essentially, watching her, jacking off and getting high. I know it sounds fun, but it was hard for me. I was more depressed than I have ever been. About two weeks after our time together, a day came where she wasn't outside. I figured she was shopping so I snuck to the house to make a real lunch. When I walked in she was there, cooking up some stir fry. "Hi sweetie!" She smiled big and inviting. "I am almost done, sit, we can have lunch. I feel like we haven't talked in forever." God her slight accent was so damn sexy. My dick was already chubbing up. "Um, I was just gonna grab a sandwich I said as I went to the fridge. Olivia came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulder and lead me to the table. "Now, now, you just sit and have lunch with your stepmom." "No really, I need to . . . um. . . ." "If you can spend your morning jacking off watching me, you ...

... certainly can give me a few minutes conversation for lunch, hmm?" She said as she went back to the wok. My ears turned red and felt on fire, my heart started pounding. Jesus, she knew? I was mortified and embarassed, I thought I was hidden. She set a steaming plate in front of me and then a soda, and sat next to me. I was still staring at the plate, I couldn't meet her eyes. Then her hand clasped mine. God the electricity I felt from the touch of my only lover! How I wanted to be with her! "Marc?" She said softly and sweetly. I looked up at her. Those thick lips, those high cheekbones, those big rounded eyes (not for the first time I wondered if she had surgery to make them look less Asian). Her amazing breasts were testament that she was okay with enhancements. Her long dark brown with blonde highlights hair was parted halfway to the left side of her head. She had on mascara and dark blue eyeshadow, rouge and dark red lipstick. "I. . . I didn't know you could see me. I. .. I'm . .. I'm sorry." My lip was quivering. God she had such control over me. I couldn't talk to her without feeling completely dominated by my love (or was it lust?) for her. Olivia smiled sweetly at me and continued to hold my hand. The feeling of her long well manicured nails brushing up on my palm alone turned me on. "Sweetie, you need to learn that everyone is paying as much attention as you. If you could just get out of the head of yours and live in the moment you would find life so much easier. Plus, ...