Chapter 1682 Stepdaughter Enjoys Sex With Mom:>Ep3
- After I dressed, I went downstairs, calling for the young woman that I so desperately wanted, but was determined not to pursue. There was no answer. Back upstairs I peeked into her room without results. Where the hell was she, I wondered. Had she left the house feeling unfulfilled? I hadn't looked to see if she'd packed her things, but did it matter? Did she decide to go back to Utah, or where ever the hell she left her previous life? Was our relationship as tenuous as I thought before we met at the airport? I went back to my room to look for clues and realized my hard plastic vibrator was missing from the nightstand I'd left it on. "What the hell?" I rifled through the drawer, quizzically asking where I'd put the pleasure stick. It wasn't as useful as the toy that looked like the real thing, but it served it's purpose. Had Patti thrown it out in a fit of despair? If so, would it be in the trash?
- Although I knew that nearly every woman in the world had at least one joystick (even those who had a good marriage with lots of satisfying sex). Hell, everybody needed some alone time. Men and boys needed time spent with their favorite magazines or videos or a pair of their favorite woman's panties, as much as women needed solo moments with their favorite playthings. There was always the fine hunk next door or that sweet piece of ass up the block that someone fantasized about, even if they never acted on those wishes. My ex didn't understand that, which is one reason he's no longer in the picture. I couldn't stand that sexist prude pretending to be morally superior to nearly everyone on the planet.
- Wait...I was accusing him of being a prude? What the hell did that make me? Here my stepdaughter just wanted a night of unbridled pleasure, and I denied her of that. I reasoned that I had withheld sexual gratification for both Patti and myself because we were related, if only by marriage...but I wondered if I was just embarrassed because I almost let myself forget she was a sexy beast of a woman instead of just my flesh and blood. Why did I deny her getting between my legs? We both wanted the same thing; to get off one night, I reasoned. But would one night be enough? And why should it be sufficient? Did she want to be my lover? Did I want to be hers? I recalled many times we'd been mistaken as being sisters instead of mother and stepdaughter. Would it be any more right if we were sisters?