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Chula Vista Dreaming (part one)

Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

lips were moist looking. She turned and walked out, down the hall to the kitchen. All through supper I was thinking about what I saw that day. It convinced me that I needed more. I wanted a lot more. My stepmother was beautiful, and sexy. I wanted a woman like her to want me. I smiled at her, over the centerpiece of flowers, and she smiled back. She dabbed her napkin on her lips, then her tongue softly licked them. I felt a surge in my prick. "Honey, I've decided to go up to the lake and do some fishing tomorrow. Peter, I didn't know if you'd want to go. You haven't fished with me in awhile." "Dad, I think I'll pass this time. I still need to work on a paper for my English class. Where were you going?" "Probably Lower Otay. I'll be out of here by six. I'll try for some crappie and bluegill. You don't mind do you honey?" "Not at all Robert. You need to get out. Tomorrow should be lovely. Will you be home in time for supper?" "Yes. If I bring home some fish I'll clean them and we can have them. Is that okay, hon?" "Of course. As long as you clean them I'll cook them." She laughed and her voice stirred me. We finished our supper and went in to listen to the radio. I don't remember what we listened to. It may have been Fibber McGee and Molly, or the Cisco Kid. We didn't have a television yet. Lots of people didn't then. Anyway, after a couple of hours I went to my room. I heard Dad and Cindy go to bed shortly after that. It was warm enough that I slept with the window open. I ... heard a coyote howling as I drifted off, thinking of Cindy. I awoke with a start. I heard someone in the kitchen. It was Dad getting ready to leave. He had made his own breakfast. I got up, went in to the bathroom, and peed in the toilet. I was awake now. In my pajamas I wandered in to see Dad off. He was just leaving. "Good luck Dad. I'd like some crappie for supper tonight." "I'm sure I'll get some, Peter. The fishing reports have been good this week." He left, being quiet so as to not wake Cindy. I heard his 1949 Ford as he shifted into gear and drove away. I went back to the bathroom and had a morning shower. I dressed and then went out for a walk. I loved the smell of the eucalyptus in the morning. Saturdays in our neighborhood were just like a small town back then. Some kids were playing ball in the street already. We all played baseball back then. It was always the most important sport to us. The boys anyway. I was getting some coffee as Cindy was moving to use the bathroom. I smiled at her as I went into the living room. She smiled back at me as she clutched her robe tight against her tempting breasts. She closed the door, and soon I heard the shower start running. We were alone in the house for the day. I didn't know what was to come, but I had disjointed and conflicting dreams and hopes. It had never really occurred to me how much I enjoyed living in a home with three pretty women in it. I was sitting on the sofa and thinking about Cindy in the shower. I realized that ...