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When I was fifteen my mother left my dad and me. It wasn’t her fault; my dad was such a hound dog. As much as my mom and I wanted to live together, she told me that she had almost no money, seeing as how my dad made her sign a pre-nuptial agreement when they got married, leaving her with little money of her own. My mom and I are still really close and we typically see each other at least once a week.Within a year my dad found the perfect kind of wife for himself: a gold digger by the name of Cindy that didn’t care about his cheating as long as she was well taken care of. She still signed a pre-nup, just like my mom did, in order to protect his first love: his money. Still, the financial freedom he afforded her was more than worth it to her.Dad met Cindy at this club, Fire Cats, which he would often go to after work with the rest of his buddies at the law firm he worked for. Cindy was one of the VIP hostesses that took care of my dad and his group from work, and pretty soon she started taking care of my dad in ways that did not fit into her job description. It wasn’t long after their first few private ‘VIP sessions’ together that my dad told me that he was getting married to a girl from the club.I couldn’t believe my dad! Not only did he try to drive my mother, the sweetest woman in the world, out of our lives simply because she challenged his dog-like behavior, but now he wanted to bring home this woman from the club, who likely was only really interested in his money. My dad was fifty-one with grey hair, and while he stayed in fairly good shape for his age, what were the odds that a woman from the Fire Cats club truly liked his dismal personality?Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, my dad brought Cindy home to meet me for the first time, and once I saw her there was no doubt in my mind; this woman is not interested in my dad’s looks, or his personality. Cindy was twenty-eight, 5’ 10” with long, flowing black hair, milk chocolate-brown skin, hypnotic green eyes, flawless white teeth, an angelic face and an amazing body. She had long, slender legs, C cup breasts, and despite only seeing her from the front, I could tell by her hourglass figure that she must have had a fantastic ass. She was wearing a short, hot pink dress that exposed her great rack, and a pair of black high heels. I bet she got a LOT of tips working at the Fire Cats club.“Michael, this is Cindy, my bride to be, and Cindy, this is my son, Michael.” My dad introduced her and then opened his hand in my direction as he introduced me.Cindy walked towards me, one high-heeled foot in front of the other, as if she were walking the catwalk in a fashion show. She extended her hand towards me and I weakly shook it.“Hi, Michael, it’s great to finally meet you. How old are you?”“Um, I’m sixteen,” I awkwardly squeaked out.“Wow, only sixteen and looking so fine. I can’t imagine how amazing you’re going to look when you turn eighteen,” Cindy said as she fumbled with my shirt collarI blushed and looked away, embarrassed to have such an attractive woman say such a thing about me. I also put my hands into my jeans in an attempt to hide the growing erection that was forming below. Not only did I get turned on by Cindy’s comment of how fine I looked, whether she meant it as a joke or not, but when she stepped towards me to play with my collar I also managed to briefly look down her dress at the melons that were her breasts.My dad looked slightly annoyed at Cindy’s attempt to get friendly with me by flirting like I was a customer of hers at the club, so he reached over and gently pulled her over to him.“Hey, hey, hey, don’t go stealing my Kadıköy Escort future wife, son. Come on, Cindy, we’re going to be late for our reservations if we don’t get moving. You’ll be ok fixing yourself something for supper right, son? We have reservations at Mario’s tonight.”Typical dad; if a hot woman was involved he’d dump me here by myself with no warning at all. I told him that of course I would and he started walking towards the front door with Cindy on his arm. As Cindy was walking, she turned back to look at me and gave me a little wave, the kind where someone bends their four main fingers, but leaves their thumb in place. As soon as she and my dad left, I bolted up the stairs to my room.As a sixteen-year-old boy, I naturally had a lot of sexual energy stored up inside of me, and learning that I was going to get a hot stepmom that seemed to enjoy flirting with her future husband’s son, definitely added fuel to the fire. I practically jumped onto me bed, laid back, and pulled down my jeans and boxers. I gripped my cock and started masturbating furiously at the thought of my new stepmom.As I stroked myself, I thought of Cindy slowing pulling down her dress, leaving her in a matching black lace bra and thong. Slowly she would walk towards me as she undid her bra.“Come on, Michael. Your dad can’t give me what you can. I need young, hard cock in my pussy, just like yours. Come on, Michael, fuck me.”That was as far as I got into my fantasy as a burst of cum flew straight up like a fountain and arced before landing on my stomach. Another two small spurts also came out, one landing in my pubic hair, while the final one dripped down the length of my shaft. I lay on my bed, my lower body still covered in cum as I fought to regain my breath. Over time I would keep imagining my stepmother coming on to me, and each time I would build up a resistance and get further into the daydream, until finally I came in Cindy’s pussy and she thanked me so much for giving her what she desperately needed.I would have similar fantasies for the next two years until I turned eighteen.By the time I turned eighteen, I had changed a lot since I first met Cindy. I put on a good deal of muscle being on the school’s wrestling team, and with that came a big boost in my confidence. I had been in a few relationships in the past two years, all of which turned sexual, mostly thanks to my position on the wrestling team, my muscles, and having an almost seven-and-a-half-inch dick didn’t hurt either.My dad was still with Cindy, who was now thirty. I figured my dad would have tossed Cindy away by now, but for some reason he kept her around. I guess it’s easy being married to someone who doesn’t really care if you show up late at night smelling of booze with another woman’s lipstick on your collar. As for Cindy, as long as she got her weekly ‘allowance,’ she was as happy as a dog with a bone.As for turning thirty, Cindy still looked as amazing as when I first met her. About the only things that really changed were that she now wore her dark black hair in a short, curly bob that ended at her neck, which actually looked pretty hot, and she had taken to wearing simpler clothes around the house, like tank tops and short shorts. The exception was in the morning when Cindy woke up; she would always come downstairs barefoot wearing an open light pink silk robe that would display some of the sexy lingerie that she owned.Cindy’s state of dress in the morning always kind of irked my dad; he felt it was inappropriate for anyone but him to see what his wife was hiding under that robe of hers. Kadıköy Escort Bayan That was the thing about my dad, he was a typical misogynist in that he wanted the freedom to hang around loose women all the time, but he didn’t want his wife to flirt with or tease any other men, myself included.I think Cindy liked teasing other men besides my dad, it was simply in her nature. In addition to walking around the house in various states of undress in the morning, she would also do so when my friends came over. In fact, she would especially do so when my friends were over. There was one time where I was hanging out by the pool with two friends from the wrestling team, along with their girlfriends and my girlfriend at the time, Stephanie. Apparently right around the same time we were using the pool, my dear, not at all old, stepmom decided she really wanted to get some sun out by the pool, even though she had been home alone all day.Cindy came out of the house wearing a purple two-piece string bikini with black zebra stripes on it that left almost nothing to the imagination, especially the thong back of the bikini bottom. As she strolled out into the backyard, she smiled at all of us and lowered her sunglasses.“Hey boys, and girls,” she added belatedly, as if to show her preference for the boys in the crowd, and her contempt for the girls. “I’m just going to catch some sun on the other side of the pool. Don’t pay any attention to me.” Clearly though, she wanted attention on her.As she sat on a deck chair on the other side of pool, Cindy began to slowly, erotically slowly, oil herself up. Even though I had seen such things hundreds of times already in the nearly two years that she had lived with my dad and I, I couldn’t help but stare at my stepmother. Both of my friends were staring at Cindy too, with their mouths slightly open, much to the chagrin of their soon to be ex-girlfriends. When she finished oiling herself up, she laid down with one leg flat and the other one bent at the knee and slowly moving back and forth, almost as if she were motioning all of us boys over to her. Cindy loved nothing more than to be the center of attention, likely something that carried over from her time at the Fire Cats club.Due to all of our staring, all three of us guys found ourselves without girlfriends after our little dip by the pool. I was really pissed off, since I had spent almost a month trying to get into Stephanie’s pants, and now it was all ruined because of Cindy! Even more annoying, my two fellow teammates had taken it upon themselves to tell everyone else on the wrestling team about how I had a smoking hot stepmom. As a result, I was constantly being inundated with sarcastic questions like whether they could come over for dinner to meet Cindy, or whether I had ever seen her naked; they even asked if I ever jerked off while thinking of her.I didn’t know how, but one day I was going to make Cindy pay for embarrassing me like she did. It was bad enough that she tanked my chance at getting it on with Stephanie, but giving everyone on the wrestling team ammo to ridicule me was not something I was going to let go. Lucky for me, a few weeks later my chance at not only revenge, but also taking care of a two-year itch, would finally present itself.It was a Friday afternoon and I arrived home shortly after school ended. When I opened the front door, I could hear my dad and stepmom arguing. Apparently, Cindy had spent her entire week’s allowance before the weekend had actually begun, and now she wanted a bit more to go on a trip to Las Vegas with some of her Escort Kadıköy friends from the club. My dad wasn’t having any of it. As much as my dad loved beautiful women, he loved his money more, and there was no way in Hell he was going to give Cindy another dime before Monday.Eventually the fight ended and my dad said that he was going to the club and he wouldn’t be back until very late. Cindy huffed and stood in the kitchen with her arms folded.“Oh, hi, Michael. Uh, did you hear any of that?”“Yeah, I did. Sorry, but you know how strict my dad is with money.”“Ugh, I know, but I REALLY want to go on this trip with my girlfriends to Vegas and I just need a couple hundred, maybe a thousand bucks for the weekend.” She sighed. “Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do. I’m going to take a shower and then we can decide what to do for dinner, your dad clearly won’t be joining us.”I acknowledged Cindy and sat on the couch in the living room while I thumbed through a sports magazine on the coffee table. It had been about six minutes, but I still didn’t hear the water start running. I did, however, hear a fair bit of rummaging going on in my dad’s room. He and Cindy slept in different rooms, as neither was interested in sleeping together, only doing the dirty deed and then going their separate ways for the rest of the night.Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I quietly snuck up the stairs to see what Cindy was up to. I carefully cracked the door to my dad’s room open slightly so I could peek inside. I saw Cindy, bent over at the waist with her ass pointed towards me as she rummaged around in one of my dad’s drawers for something. Without even thinking, one of my hands found its way to the stiffening cock in my shorts and began rubbing it, just I like I had done many times in the past when I was able to peek at Cindy without her noticing.‘Damn! What a great ass!’ I silently mouthed to myself. Since Cindy was bending over at the waist and looking into the lower drawers of my dad’s dresser, her ass was pointed straight towards me, straining against the super tight, super short jean shorts that she was wearing. The beginnings of the curves of her ass were actually able to poke out from underneath the material of the jeans due to how they were riding up her ass. She was also wearing a pink, tight spaghetti-strap tank top that showed off her pierced navel and her ample cleavage, and a pair of high-heeled, cork wedge sandals with silver straps.There was little reason for Cindy to be looking for anything in my dad’s room, as she didn’t keep anything in there of hers, so I took out my cell phone and started to record her in case something suspicious was taking place. A few seconds after I began recording, Cindy pulled a plastic card out from underneath one of the drawers and held it up between her fingers.“Jackpot baby! Vegas here I come!”It turned out that Cindy was holding up one of my dad’s debit cards. Dad didn’t like carrying his debit cards around in case his wallet was stolen and someone could gain access to one of his bank accounts, so he usually only carried one or two credit cards on him and stashed everything else in his room where he thought no one would find them. It looks like Cindy found one of his cards though, and she clearly planned to use it to bankroll her little girls’ weekend in Vegas.Cindy’s plan was actually pretty smart too; my dad had a lot of money and loathed going over financial documents like credit card bills and withdrawal statements. For someone so rich, and so in love with his money, my dad was kind of lazy when it came to the fine details of his finances. However, while Cindy may have started out the weekend lucky, I was about to get lucky myself.I opened the door and walked into my dad’s room, causing Cindy to jump at the sound of the door creaking open and stuff the debit card into one of her pockets, which hardly fit given how tight the shorts were.

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