Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2012 12:04:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Stepmom Changed My Life (incest/incest, oral f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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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