Serena has to make a choice. She has to choose between mother and step father.
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When I was ten years old my mother cheated on my dad and ended up leaving him for her lover, Alan. My parents hated the sight of each other so they split the kids up. My brother Scott went with dad as he emigrated to New Zealand, and I moved to Alan’s farm with my mother. With my dad in a different hemisphere, I grew very attached to Alan, who became my replacement father. He sat with me at night, trying to figure out my homework with me, helping me revise for exams, and listening to all my teenage worries. He drove me around town to my friends, to my hobbies and to school dances. He taught me to drive and he comforted me when my first boyfriend dumped me. I couldn’t have been closer to him if he’d been my real father.
Six months before my 18th birthday my mother started acting strangely. I used to hear the sounds from her and Alan’s bedroom at night and I kind of knew what they were up to, even though I didn’t know all the details of it. But those sounds had been getting rarer and rarer and all of a sudden she started working late. She got promoted at work and started attending conventions and tradeshows. These trips were invariably followed by arguments between her and Alan and after a while all I’d hear from them at night was shouting. He accused her of never being there or being interested in him. She accused him of being a loser and they’d never get rich living off his farm and the carpentry business.
My 18th birthday was a particularly bad day. We always went to the steakhouse down by the river for my birthday and, as usual, Alan had booked a table for 7 p. m. By 7. 30 there was still no sign of my mother so Alan ordered me out to the truck and we drove to the steakhouse in silence. It was an awkward evening. Alan tried to sound happy and cheerful for my benefit, and I tried to pretend that my mother’s absence wasn’t such a big deal. Alan had a lot to drink and I needed the waiters to help me get him into the truck so that I could drive home. My mother didn’t get home until 1 a. m. and the next morning she had some feeble excuse about there being a sales meeting and then everybody went out for a drink and she couldn’t just leave and go home.
Alan and I looked at each other in disgust. We didn’t recognise her anymore and neither one of us was happy. I was so afraid of what the future held. I was 3 months from finishing school and then I didn’t know what to do next. Alan had been talking about opening a shop to sell his own produce, local crafts and the products from his carpentry workshop, and he’d approached me about running the shop for him. But with the way things were looking between him and my mother, I didn’t think they’d still be married by then. At that moment I hated my mother more than I had ever hated anyone before. But that was all about to change.
One night, my mother was away on another one of her conferences, we had a terrible storm. It brought down the electricity and Alan shook me awake 40 minutes before school started. I ran to the bathroom and had a quick shower and I forgot to pick up any clothes on my way. When I was done I covered myself in a towel to run back to my bedroom to get dressed. I opened the bathroom door and ran straight into Alan. I dropped the towel and we just stood there. It must have been half a minute as Alan’s eyes travelled down from my flushed face, past my firm C-cup tits, past my flat tummy and to my trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the top of my thighs. He then bent down and picked up the towel and handed it to me without a word.
For the rest of the day, that was all I could think about. I nearly failed a quiz in English class as my mind was on how I felt as Alan slowly took in the sight of my naked body. I almost didn’t eat any lunch as I was too preoccupied with the wonderful new feeling of tingling in my pussy. My nipples were constantly erect in my bra as I went from one class to another. I could see the light on in Alan’s workshop when I came home and I went into the house. I lay on my bed and started caressing my tits through my shirt with my eyes closed, pretending it was Alan’s hands. My hands then went down to my skirt. I pulled it up and let my hand into my silk briefs. I slowly started caressing my clit and it didn’t take long for me to cum. I’d done that lots of times before, but never before had I imagined Alan’s face, Alan’s lips, Alan’s hands while doing it.
During the following days I started observing Alan more closely and I discovered just how wonderful he was. He was 31 years old and he was no longer the skinny tall guy who married my mother when I was a girl. His body showed the signs of hard manual labour. His shoulders were broad and his arms and legs were full of muscles. He had the permanent tan of someone who works a lot outside and his head and chest were both covered with brown curls. But most of all I looked at his hands. They were big, tanned and strong and I longed to feel them on my body.
I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head because I knew that what I was thinking was so wrong. Alan was the only father figure I knew, having not seen my real dad for over 8 years. And I was convinced that he was not remotely interested in me. Why would he be? I was 18 and inexperienced and he could have any woman he wanted if he divorced my mother. I was absolutely miserable. I stopped seeing my friends and I lived for when I could lie in bed and masturbate with Alan in my mind.
Then one Friday night I came home early from bowling with my friends. Alan was watching TV as I walked into the house and I sat down next to him.
“You’re home early,” he remarked.
“Yeah, well, I was bored,” I lied. I just hadn’t enjoyed being gawped at by teenage boys when the only man I wanted was Alan. “What about you, why aren’t you down at the bar?”
“Your mother promised me this morning that we’d have a nice dinner and a chance to talk about stuff,” he sighed. “Then she came home at 8 to pack her overnight back because she’s had to cover for someone at some tradeshow at the last minute. I didn’t feel like going out then.”
“She doesn’t deserve you.” I couldn’t stop myself. “Why don’t you leave her? Surely you can’t still love her.”
“I never loved her,” he confessed and I nearly choked on my own breath. “I was young and she was 6 years older. She was married and really experienced when it came to pleasing a man in bed that she got me under her spell. But we didn’t have anything in common. I started thinking about getting out of our affair and find some girl to settle down with when your dad caught us. Looking back at it, I think she planned the whole thing. She must have sensed that I was getting restless and she was obviously not done with me.”
I saw the pain on his face as he told me his story.