1. My Inked Step-Mom


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: salodweller, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    When I was in the 6th grade my parents divorced. About 6 months later my dad married this woman named Kara, a much younger woman, like 10 years younger than him, and covered in tattoos. Naturally I hated her. And even as I got older and my friends would come over and say "holy shit dude, your step-mom is hot!" I never could see her that way. She was always the woman who broke up my f****y. She was always a bitch. Still, as I matured, I did my best to accept the situation. I tried to have a good relationship with my father and pay her no attention. I was friendly enough, but really barely spoke to her. We just lived in different worlds. Then one day shortly before graduating High School I was at a party. It was late, about 2am, the party was winding down and I was in no condition to drive home. So a friend of mine, being real cool about it, offered to drop me off somewhere. I was close to my dad's house so I told him to take me there. I figured I'd sneak in, fall asl**p in the guest room and get out the next morning. My dad was pretty cool, so he wouldn't mind. He'd think it was a good thing that I didn't try to drive home. So my friend dropped me off in the driveway and I stumbled to the front door, took out my key and quietly opened it up. I tiptoed through the kitchen, as subtly as possible and around the corner toward the hallway when I noticed that the TV was on. Instinctively I took a step forward to check it out. It appeared to be some sort of foreign French thing, and ...
    of course before I had a chance to keep from being seen, I realized that Kara was sitting on the couch watching it. She turned toward me and smiled, not in the slightest bit shocked that I was there. I smiled back at her, a little confused, an soon noticing that she was wearing a very sheer white tank-top, probably her sl**ping clothes, but I could make out pretty specifically every detail of her breast through it. I tried not to stare. I tried to turn and just head toward the bedroom. "Come here William" She said, patting the couch next to her. "You're dad's away on business so I'm having an all-nighter" She smiled, taking a sip of some beer she had in a wine glass. Of course I did. "Whatcha watching?" I tried to make conversation, wondering if I was slurring. Kara smiled at me "Do you like Jean-Luc Godard?" I had no idea what she was talking about. And she could tell. She paused the movie. "William…" She started to ask. I felt weary like a long conversation I didn't want to have was coming on, "I want us to get along." "Okay" I said, shrugging. "We do." She grimaced. "I want us to more than get along. I want us to like each other." She could tell that it wasn't getting through to me. "I mean, we've gotta deal with each other for the foreseeable future. And I'm really not that much older than you. We should be friends." I shrugged again. "What would it take?" She went on. "What would it take to make us friends? Can I get you some beer?" She asked. I gazed back at her. "No… ...
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