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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
his life. CHAPTER 3 "Out of bed, sl**py heads! Come on! Time to get up." Denny peeked from beneath his pillow and saw Norma standing in the doorway. Next to him, in the other twin bed, Joyce's rump stirred beneath the covers. For just a moment, Denny had forgotten he was not in his own room in San Francisco. "I thought we would all have breakfast together," Norma said. "Your father has to be at his office for his first appointment at 9:30. Come on! Rise and shine. Breakfast is almost ready." Norma smiled cheerfully until they had both sat up. Then she left them, both staring out the window at the lush, green landscape. The sky was clear and there were rolling green hills and pine trees. There were even a few cattle, neighbors' livestock, grazing within the confines of white rail fences. Joyce emitted a little squeal of excitement. "Whew," she said, rubbing her sl**p-filled eyes, as though it were too beautiful to be true, a dream or a mirage. "A lot different from San Francisco, huh? Look how clear everything is!" "Naturally," Denny said, playing the role of tour guide and veteran. "What did you expect? I told you Walden Flats was different--incredibly different." He liked the word "incredibly." Joyce tossed her pillow at her smug b*****r and then they both brushed their teeth, washed and dressed. Denny wore blue denims and a T-shirt with Elton John's picture on the front. Joyce squeezed into tight-fitting ... denims too, and a yellow blouse. Norma saw them coming through the living room, and when they entered the kitchen she was already putting plates of bacon and hot cakes on the table. She told them to sit down and eat "while your food is hot." Sipping his black coffee, his handsome face bloated and flushed, Martin Reardon managed a gravel-voiced "Good morning." It was good to hear his voice back to normal again--not slurred and mumbling as it had been last night. Denny noticed that his father's hand shook slightly as he held the cup to his lips. Denny wondered how his father managed to work on patients' teeth with such shaking hands. The siblings wished him good morning, sat down and began eating with gusto. "Well, what do you have planned for today?" their father asked. Denny washed a mouthful of hotcake down with cold milk. "We thought we'd ride the bicycles into Walden Flats--maybe drop by Rex's or Ray's--or visit Landon Pond." "Good," their father said, chewing, "but no hitchhiking, understand? Ride your bicycles. I know it's a long way to ride a bike--all the way into town--but, well, we've had a lot of trouble around here lately with men picking up k**s hitchhiking. It's mighty dangerous, so I insist that you use the bikes, all right?" They promised they wouldn't hitchhike. "Incidentally," Martin Reardon said, "don't be surprised if a big dog charges at you when you're getting the bikes from the garage." He smiled ...