Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 10:08:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Choosing a Stepmother (lesbian/adult youth, oral, f/F) Warning: 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. 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. Choosing a Stepmother By Jan The first morning after my father and new stepmother returned from their honeymoon, and he had to return to work I lay in my bed anticipating my new stepmother coming to my room to wake me up. My mother had died suddenly as a result of a drunk, losing control of his car, and jumping a curb, slamming into the beauty salon while she was having her hair styled. He managed to kill three women and putting three more in the hospital with lasting scars. I was ten years old at the time of her death. After about a year of mourning, family and friends started playing matchmaker for my father. They assured my father that I needed a woman to bring me up properly. I had other ideas. I resented any woman, trying to come between my father and me. Whenever he would surrender to the wishes of family and friends, and date the women being foisted on him, I would look for faults in them. It didn't take much effort to find real or imagined faults in them. Then I would work hard to destroy any chance the woman had in seducing my father. Some of them had children of their own. They would put on an act around my father, pretending to love me. When I was alone with them it was obvious that they hated having a reminder of his first love around. They were the perfect wicked stepmother type. I always found a way to trap them into revealing to my father how they really felt about me. The weak ones were easy to drive a wedge between them and my father. For five years I managed to destroy every woman that thought they could come into our lives. It was not that I didn't want the company of an adult woman or resenting another female coming between my father and me. I actually was developing a strong sexual desire for older women. There came a point that I began to think about having an adult woman in my life, not as a mother, but as a sexual partner. I had experimented with lesbian sex with a few girls along the way. I had come to grips with my sexual desires. I was attracted to women with dark hair. When I was a sophomore in high school I was a member of the in crowd. I belonged to the student body council, member of the marching band auxiliary majorette's corps. I was on the fast track to be the Drum Major by the time I was a senior. I made sure no one suspected that I was a lesbian, by dating the popular guys. I made sure I dated guys I could handle. I even enjoyed making out with them until they would have painful boners. I could tell when the bastards would be tortured with love nuts. I would only give them hand jobs to relieve them. Any guy that tried to make me give them a blowjob or fuck me would be rebuffed in such a way that they never brought that subject up again. I started looking for my ideal female sexual partner that year. I was not about to go around seducing women around town. That could have led to my reputation being destroyed. I had to find a way of meeting women that would not know me or where I lived until I was ready to set them up with my father. I started logging onto lesbian websites on my computer. I flirted with women online, but I never knew if they were really what or how they claimed to be. The most interesting thing I learned from them was locations of lesbian nightclubs in neighboring towns. I would take the bus to the largest neighboring town, so that I could locate the nightclubs. My problem was my age; because there was no way that I could pass for an adult of legal drinking age. I selected a nightclub that was frequented by woman that was not so obvious about their sexual preference. I had no desire to pick up one of those butch dykes that dress like men. I wanted a woman that was all female. The nightclub I selected was frequented by women that were obviously business women working downtown. They dressed a little more professionally. Some were far too old for my taste, but there were plenty that could have worked as models. There was a coffee shop a couple of doors from the entrance to the nightclub. I could sit there pretending to read paperback books and drinking coffee while watching the women heading into the club. Some of them stopped into the coffee shop after leaving the club. A couple of times women did flirt with me. I was not interested in any woman old enough to be my grandmother, but I figured if I allowed a couple of them to pick me up, the word would get around that I was available for women interested in dating young girls. One evening one of these sweet little old silvery blue haired older women stopped in for a cup of coffee. She saw right away that I reading a lesbian erotic paperback. She sat down at my little table and started flirting with me. When she invited me to accompany her home I agreed. We took the bus a couple of miles down the road, and a short walk to her home. It was a nice little old house. She was truly a sweetheart. I was surprised at how much fun it was to have sex with her. She was very gentle with me. I enjoyed sucking her tits and pussy as much as having her suck my tits and cunt. Just as I had assumed, other women started stopping in for coffee with me. I must have gone home with a couple of dozen women. I enjoyed the sex with all of them, but none of them were the kind of woman I wanted as a stepmother. One of the women that picked me up at the coffee shop was attractive enough to please both me and my father, but when I told her that I was looking for a stepmother, she informed me that she had no desire to have sex with a man. I enjoyed sex with her though, and didn't want to end our relationship. One day she gave me a call on my cell- phone to tell me that she thought she had found just the kind of bisexual woman for me. I made arrangements to meet them as soon as my school day ended. My friend picked me up from school with her friend in the passenger seat, and introduced me to her friend Gina. I was impressed with my friend's choice of potential stepmother. I suspected that she was Brazilian or something like that. She had a beautiful golden tan appearance, with luscious thick dark hair. Her hair was straight and almost long enough to reach her waist. Her eyes were like looking into dark pools. Her lips were full and had a marvelous mischievous smile. Sitting in the back seat didn't allow me to appreciate her figure, but from what I could see, she had a curviness that would attract the admiring glances of both male and female. She was dressed in stylish clothing suitable for work or casual shopping outings. I liked what I saw from the start. While we were heading to the home of my friend, I asked some questions of Gina to find out more about her. By the time we arrived I knew where she was from, that she was an only child of a doctor and stay at home mother. She had a Bachelor of Science degree and Master's degree in computer science. She admitted to having a strong sexual appetite for anything sexual, including younger girls. The two women escorted me into the house, where we got comfortable. Kissing Gina was enough to assure me that I would enjoy her breath. I was bold enough to undress both of the women. I loved the lace matching underwear they had on. Their bras and panties did their jobs while allowing me to see the treasures underneath. I found it more erotic to leave their self-supporting nylons and pumps on. I was duly impressed with Gina's figure. She had a classic hourglass figure without being overweight. Her breasts were about a 36-C, that needed no support, and the areolas were the color of cocoa about the size of a half-dollar. The nipples were more than a quarter inch around. I wanted to take them into my mouth right away. As she pirouetted in front of me, I admired the shape of her butt. It was plump enough to beg for someone to pat her ass. When she rotated to face me, my mouth watered at the sight of her pussy. Her pubic hair was straight and naturally laid against her body and pointed towards her vagina as if it had been combed that way. In her case her inner labia was a darker brown that protruded beyond her labia major. Her clit was also visible. I envisioned enjoying many an hours of sucking on her cunt. While watching them getting undressed, I had slowly started undressing myself. I had reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. I had slowly started unbuttoning my blouse. After the two of them had removed all of their clothes they turned their attention to getting me undressed. Gina stood in front of me, while the other woman stood behind me. Gina finished unbuttoning my blouse, while the other woman unfastened my skirt. As Gina pulled the blouse off of my shoulders, the other woman was pulling my skirt down my legs. I was standing there in a simple white slip. They lifted the slip up my body and over my head. That revealed that I was totally naked under the slip. I rarely ever wore a bra because I didn't need one, and I enjoyed having the outline of my nipples visible through my clothing. Gina pressed her body against mine, as she began kissing me on the mouth. She was running her hands up and down my body. She tested the resiliency of both of my youthful breasts with her hands. The other woman was pressing the back of my body. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. She was feeling my body too. At one point she reached under my arm to grasp on of my tits, replacing Gina's hand. The other hand molded my butt. I felt her fingers between the cheeks of my ass. That was thrilling in and of itself, but she zeroed in on my tightly puckered asshole. She pressed her finger against my asshole until she was able to insert her finger all the way up to her fist. While she was causing me to wiggle my butt around, Gina reached down with the hand that had been playing with my tit, and started feeling the bulge of my vulva. She slipped a finger between the folds of my labia major. My labia minor and clitoris were hidden from view by the labia major, which were swollen forming the classical look called a camel's toe. The minute her finger came in contact with my clit was an electrifying moment. I was being penetrated front and rear at the same time. I quickly reached that moment when I was about to cum. I was gasping for air and moaning into Gina's mouth when I experienced my first cum. My knees almost buckled as a result of the climax. They had to support me, as they maneuvered my body towards the couch. While Gina knelt between my legs, and spread them, to get at my cunt, the other woman stood on the couch astraddle of my hips. She supported her body by placing her hands against the wall, and then she shoved her incredibly hairy pussy against my face. While I sucked on her pussy, Gina was sucking my cunt. By the time the two of us had cum, I'm sure the room stunk of female sex. Now it was my turn to want to explore all of the physical attributes of Gina. I spent so much time feeling and sucking on her breasts that they became sensitive to the touch. When she complained about them being sore, I proceeded down her body to her pussy. I stroked her hair to test the coarseness, and find out if she had applied gel to make it straight. It really was as straight as it looked. I do love the smell of a woman's pussy, and Gina's was no exception. I dove in head first, and started sucking her pussy like a wild thing. I sucked on her clit and stuck my tongue as deep into her vagina as possible. I swallowed her juices as I ate her. She was talking the whole time I was eating her. I loved hearing her talking to me about what to do and how it felt. By the time she came and recovered my throat felt raw from swallowing her cum. The three of us lounged around discussing what we liked and didn't like sexually. I really did like everything about Gina. When we had to part company Gina drove me home. I programmed my cell-phone with her phone numbers, and got her address. My next step was to find a way to set my father up for a date with Gina. I didn't want him to think I was matchmaking. The simplest way I could figure out for them to meet was at the grocery store. When Dad and I were going shopping, I simply called Gina and asked her to be at Von's Market at a specific time. She was clever enough to bump our shopping carts into each other while reaching for the same box of cereal. That led to them apologizing to each other. We kept meeting each other in the aisles. She coyly said, "If we keep bumping into each other like this we might as well shop together. Dad was no fool he jumped on the opportunity to flirt with such an attractive lady. As we traveled up and down the aisles he explained that he was a widower and introduced her to me as his daughter. We smiled and shook hands as if we were strangers. After we made our way through the checkout line and to our cars, (Which happened to be parked next to each other,) while we were loading the cars I suggested that she might like to get a sandwich with us at a little Jewish Deli. Gina accepted. We locked up the cars and walked into the deli. We could keep an eye on our cars while we sat outdoors eating our sandwiches. I excused myself to use the bathroom, so that Dad could flirt with Gina. By the time I returned Dad had her number and she had agreed to go to dinner with him. They dated several times before my dad made a pass at her. It was only a matter of months before he proposed marriage to her. I was thrilled to be the maid of honor at their wedding. They took a couple of weeks for a honeymoon. I stayed home to give them time to cement their relationship. During their absence I indulged in a few seductions myself. I'm very excited about their return home. As soon as Dad goes back to work I plan on jumping all over Gina. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.