My stepmother and I


    Just enjoyed the afterglow of an amazing intimate moment between step siblings.


    Dad announced, "We''re here."


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    I leaned forward and whispered, "That was amazing."


    She nodded, as she leaned back into me and ground her pu*sy on my d*ck onest time.


    Once stopped, she quickly opened the door and got off of me before Dad could see.


    I quickly put my d*ck away, but noticed a prettyrge wet stain on my crotch area. That was going to


    be impossible to hide.


    I got out, and Dad said to the two of us, "So you survived."


    Vicky, shocking me one more time, replied, "Yes, it was quite the ride."


    Feeling my face go red this time, I quickly went around to the other side to grab a box that would


    hide the evidence.


    Mom was out of the car too by the time I went to the other side to grab one of the boxes from the


    backseat.


    She asked, her tone dripping with innuendo, "Did you enjoy the ride too?"


    I had no idea what to say.


    Thankfully, Dad was behind me and he asked, "Are you going to grab a box or what?"


    I grabbed a box and took it into grandma''s house.


    "drop it on the front step and go grab thest one." Dad said.


    "Sure, Dad," I nodded, making sure to shift my body so he wouldn''t somehow see my wet crotch.


    I went back to the car and saw Mom talking to vicky.


    Fuck!


    I reached the car to hear Mom say, "And you still have his cum in your hair."


    I froze in my tracks as my step-sister''s face burned red, mortified to learn her mother had caught us


    having sex.


    Mom looked up at me with a look that was beyondprehension: not angry, not happy... amused


    perhaps. She walked away from Vicky and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern,


    "Randy, we will talk about thister."


    I sheepishly walked to the car,pletely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad


    say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker yer, her face was giving so


    little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her ns?


    Vicky was still standing shell shocked with the revtion that Mom had seen us, when I reached


    her.


    I asked, curious and nervous, "What did Mom say?"


    "Did you know she saw us?" she asked.


    "Yeah, right at the end," I nodded.


    "And you didn''t tell me?" she demanded, instantly annoyed at me.


    "She didn''t say anything, just looked us over with a strange, almost amused look on her face," I


    answered, before adding, "she watched as I was giving you the facial. I wasing; I couldn''t


    stop."


    "Yeah, apparently I still have some in my hair," she said calmly, forgiving me, pulling out her phone


    and using it like a mirror.


    "I can''t make any sense of where she''sing from. Do you think she''s mad?" I asked.


    "I don''t know what she is upto," she said. "She asked how long we had been ''fucking''... her word


    choice... and were we using protection."


    "Shit, protection," I said, appalled that the idea hadn''t urred to me until this very moment. , "Now


    what?" I asked.


    "I have no idea," she said, just as Dad yelled at us.


    "Are you two going to bring in the rest of the stuff or what?"


    "Yeah, sorry," I said. I was unsure whaty ahead. Were Vicky and I now lovers? God, I hoped so!


    And what would result from whatever Mom was really thinking? It wouldn''t be trivial, that was for


    sure. Whenever Mom made up her mind about something, we all jumped... even Dad.


    "We''ll talkter,"Vicky said, pping my ass.


    "Hey! I''m more than just a piece of meat," I joked, d that she''d lightened the tense situation.


    "No," she shook her head, "that is exactly what you are. A delicious piece of man meat. Yummy!"


    Iughed, and groaned dramatically, "Dearie me! I feel so objectified."


    "And I still feel horny," she said, before grabbing a box and walking away, leaving me even more


    bewildered... and once again horny.


    .


    I walked into Grandma''s house with a big heavy box, the house was aplete disaster.


    I was to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom. Mom and Vicky doing other cleaning. Dad was discussing


    with grandma.


    I was under the cab. Just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard my step-Mom came


    in. She closed the door, and locked it up.


    I stop what I was doing and turn, facing her. She was just standing, starring at me.


    What did she came to do? Why locking the door??? Somebody shoulde for my rescue!!