Eighteen year old Jennie was love bitten. There was no room in her life for the boys at school, or for the men who whistled at her when she went to the beach or went shopping with her friends. The only man who stirred the secret spot between her slender thighs belonged to her mother…but that never stopped Jennie from wanting him…
She had been ultra-shy around him since they had first met, the night he had taken her mother out on their first date. Jennie wasn’t really a shy girl, she was normally a loud and boisterous tomboy. Suave, confident, handsome Dan Talley turned her into a giggling flirt with a single glance of his devastating green eyes.
Sonja didn’t miss the interaction between the two, and she often wondered how it would play out when Jennie got older. She was sure Dan wanted to marry her, but she wasn’t sure how he was reacting to Jennie’s obvious infatuation with him. He probably saw it as a passing phase, but Sonja knew better. Her stepfather was sixty now, and he was still as handsome and sexy as ever. He also still had the biggest cock Sonja had ever seen.
“Does he love you baby?” Thomas Allen asked Sonja.
“Yes daddy, I’m sure of it.”
“I just want you to be happy darling, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. If you love him and he loves you, that’s all I could ever ask for.”
“Thank you daddy,” Sonja said, bending her head down to kiss the tip of his cock, still glistening with their mixed juices. “Your blessing means a lot to both of us.” She got up from the bed and began to get dressed. She had another date with Dan, he was taking her and Jennie to dinner and a movie.
“Have you considered how Jennie feels about this baby?”
“I think she feels about Dan the way I feel about you daddy.”
“She’s a little young yet baby…”
“She’ll be eighteen before you know it daddy…”
“Do you think you can deal with how she feels?”
Sonja laughed, a bright tinkling sound that cheered Thomas’s soul. “I’ve been dealing with the same situation in reverse since I was eighteen daddy. I doubt it will suddenly start to bother me now.”
Dan and Sonja were married at the end of Jennie’s junior year in high school. When they left the church to go on their honeymoon, Jennie was filled with bitter longing. Her mother was going away with the man she wanted for herself. The man she wanted to see leaning above her when she finally decided to spread her legs and allow someone to make love to her. It just wasn’t fair.
Jennie couldn’t help but smile as she climbed into the fire engine red 1965 Mustang convertible that Dan had bought and restored for her with his own hands. She had spent a lot of time with him rebuilding this classic car. Her slender hands caressed the original equipment steering wheel they had located over the internet. The old one had been cracked and all that was left of it was the wire structure. This one had come at an outrageous price, but it had been the last piece and neither wanted to skimp on it. Dan had wrapped it himself and given it and the car to her on her seventeenth birthday. Mom had just beemed at both of them and then cut the birthday cake.
Jennie’s campaign to seduce her stepfather began as soon as he returned from the honeymoon. Jennie did everything she could to get his attention, to force him to see her as a woman and not as a stepchild. She wore skimpy clothes and daring bikinis. Every opportunity she got she walked in on him in the shower ‘accidentally’ or crossed the hall from the upstairs bath to her bedroom with her robe open or her towel hanging half off.
She wore loose middie tee shirts with no bra when she did chores around the house when he was home. Jennie did everything she could think of to provoke Dan into touching her, but nothing worked, nothing at all. As she neared her eighteenth birthday, she was so miserable that she gave up. She let her appearance go, and she hung around the house listlessly, showing no interest at all in the thing other girls her own age were involved in. Jennie was love bitten.
“We’re going to have to do something about Jennie baby,” Dan said, a worried look on his face. “I hate seeing her like this.”
“You know as well as I do what’s wrong with her Dan,” Sonja said. “There’s not much I can do until she turns eighteen.”
“I know all about you and your stepfather Sonja, we’ve been over this a thousand times. I’m still not convinced the same relationship will work for us.”
“Why not? It’s worked for me for years…and as you well know darling, I’m delightfully well adjusted.”
“That’s because you’ve had the attention of your stepfather and your loving husband for many years baby, what’s going to happen when you see me with an eighteen year old version of yourself? What’s going to happen when you think of me lying naked in a bed with your daughter?”
“Oh baby, I’m not going to be satisfied with just thinking about it,” Sonja said, caressing his cock with her smooth slender hand. It hardened and rose between her grasping fingers as he felt her hot breath on its sensitive skin. “I want to watch,” she whispered just before her lush lips surrounded the engorged head. When she made him cum, she kept her lips closed tightly around his slick flesh until the surging fluid stopped erupting. And her knowing smile was wicked indeed.
“Come on Jennie,” Sophia said. “Take me for a ride out to the lake in that beautiful old car of yours.”
“Mother,” Jennie said, “couldn’t we do this some other time?” She blew a strand of her lank dark hair out of her eyes and gave Sophia a sullen look. She had her legs up on the sofa and a book that she wasn’t really reading propped against her thighs. Sonja knew that her daughter was letting herself go, and she knew that she had the answer that would bring some spark back into her. It was time to be pleasantly insistent.
Minutes later, after persuading Jennie to tie back her unruly mop of raven black hair with a scarf, they had the top down and were speeding along the narrow two lane road to the reservoir. Much to Jennie’s surprise, Sonja had her stop at a small bait shop. When Sonja came out, she was carrying a small, cheap cooler of ice and a bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. Sonja set the cooler in the back seat with the bottle buried in the ice, and they set off again.
Jennie turned off into one of the smaller picnic areas close to the dam, a collection of sturdy wooden tables with a fixed steel charcoal grill at each table. There was no one else around this late in the afternoon on a weekday, so they picked the table closest to the sparkling clear water.