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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
decided. This summer he intended to become a man! The stewardess was bringing a cart down the aisle now, offering beverages to the passengers. This summer, Denny thought. But I have to break the agreement with Joyce. No way I can tell Joyce about our father's wife. No way. When the stewardess reached them, Denny had a Pepsi and Joyce ordered a ginger ale. They sipped their drinks for a moment, and then Denny said, "You'll love Walden Flats, s*s. No fooling. But it's hard to tell you about it. I'll just have to show you. First thing tomorrow, we'll mosey into town and I'D show you the stores and Landon Pond and everything. Oregon is beautiful country." "You mean that's all you've got to tell me? You gather your thoughts to tell me that? What were you thinking about?" "Nothing much," Denny said, reaching out slyly for a tit. Joyce slapped his hand. "You can't do that here, you kook! Besides, a girl's boobies aren't playthings!" Denny leaned over and tongued her ear. "Wanna bet?" His s****r scowled harshly, looking away, whipping her long straight strands of coal-black hair and staring out the window. Denny followed her gaze, thinking about fucking her until they had to fasten their seat belts and began descending to land at Portland International Airport. CHAPTER 2 Denny and Joyce entered the waiting area, moving slowly among the herd of passengers. Denny sighted his father and Norma standing some fifteen yards to their right. At the ... same instant, Martin Reardon spotted his c***dren. "Denny ... Joyce!" his booming baritone voice called. Denny nudged Joyce, and then they broke into a full run and hurled themselves into their fathers waiting arms. "Daddy, Dadeee!" Joyce cried, burying her face in their father's chest. For the moment, Martin Reardon ignored his son and held his daughter close and kept calling her, "my little precious." Then, holding her at arm's length, he corrected himself. "No, you're not little anymore. You're all grown up. A full-blown woman!" Then he introduced his daughter to his wife. "Joyce, this is Norma," he said, beaming proudly. Norma hugged Joyce dutifully. "Dear, I've heard so much about you from your father and Denny," she said. "We meet at last!" Martin Reardon shook hands with his son, then released Denny so Norma could hug him. Norma seemed surprisingly cool and Denny felt a surge of disappointment as his chest pressed firmly against the large succulent breasts he had fondled and sucked just last summer. But he remembered that Norma rarely displayed much affection while in the presence of her husband. God, she's gorgeous, he thought, ad-miring her firm, ripe body that curved in all the right places, the soft ash-blond hair fragrant with a hint of perfume, the trace of lust and mischief in her deep brown eyes. He admired her full lips, too. Yes, he certainly had pleasant memories in connection with those lips all right! ...