Lesbian Stepmother

by Amy Polino

  “I do.”

  “You don’t.”

  He sighed. “I don’t right this minute. I will later. I really need to get these taken care of.”

  She smiled sweetly. “Why don’t we just go to bed early, and you can work on them in the morning?”

  “I can’t go to bed early. I’ll be up another few hours with this stuff.”

  “Please? I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “I can’t!”

  She pouted. “Well, when are you going to have time for me? Can I make an appointment?”

  He rubbed his face. “Susan, please. I really need to work.”

  “Do you want me to move away? Would you even notice?”

  “Of course I’d notice. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “You’d miss dinner, maybe. Not me.”

  He sighed again, moaning in frustrating. “Listen, why don’t the two of you watch a movie or something?”

  “Stop blowing me off. I’m sick of watching TV. I didn’t marry you so I could sit on the couch and watch television six hours a day.”

  “Why did you marry me?”

  “I don’t know. I really don’t remember.”

  He stared at her in frustration for a moment and then licked his lips. “We’ll talk about this later. I really, seriously need to get this stuff finished. It’s all due in the morning, and you know as well as I do that Iverson isn’t going to accept any excuses.”

  “No. You’re right. Iverson is much more important than me. I would never question that.”

  “Susan, be realistic! I can’t quit my job to go camping!”

  “That’s not what I suggested.”

  “It adds up to the same thing.”

  “It doesn’t. You’ve had all weekend to get that stuff done.”

  “I’ve been working on it all weekend!”

  “I know. If you broke it all down, you probably make less per hour than I do.”

  “I’m sure I do. But, unfortunately, I don’t get paid by the hour.”

  “Maybe you should find another line of work.”

  “Maybe you should let me get this done, so I can keep paying the mortgage.”

  Susan stood up. “Fine. I’m going to bed alone.”

  “This early?”

  “I’m sick of TV. And your dinner has been prepared and eaten. There’s nothing else for me to do.”

  “Susan...”

  “Goodnight.” She spun and glanced at me as she walked away. “Goodnight, Amy.”

  “Goodnight.” I wasn’t sure if she was really going to bed or if she had some type of plan. We hadn’t discussed anything. I watched her disappear, feeling a little bit troubled at what I’d just witnessed, and then peered over at my father.

  “What’s with her?” he asked me.

  “I think she just explained it to you.”

  He sighed and rubbed his head. Then he looked back down at his papers and lost himself again.

  I sat and tried to read for a few minutes, but wasn’t able to concentrate. Just as I was about to give up, my phone chirped and I pulled it out and checked the message. It was from Susan, of course:

  Oops! I must’ve wandered into the

  wrong room. I’m in your bed,

  cutie pie. Join me?

  I shut off the phone and tucked it away. My father was scribbling away on his reports. I tried to think up some reason why I had to go to my room for awhile. I was no longer in school, of course, so homework was out. I racked my brain and couldn’t come up with anything good, and then wondered why I even needed to. He seemed almost oblivious of me.

  “I’m going to go lie down in bed and read. I’ll see you later.”

  He looked up, distractedly. “You’re going to bed, too?”

  “I’m going to lie in bed and read. It’s more comfortable than sitting here.”

  He nodded. “Alright. If you fall asleep, have a good night.”

  “You too.”

  I got up and walked slowly down the hall, my heart racing at the thought of Susan waiting for me in my bed. I stepped through the door and closed it gently behind me. As I rounded the corner of my room and came around the desk, I could see Susan peeking out at me from under my covers. She was smiling and waving, looking so desirable I could hardly stand it.

  After setting my book down on the desk, I went right up to the bed and climbed in with her. I was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so I didn’t need to pause. We slipped our arms around each other and shared a soft, sweet kiss before embracing fully and rolling around, giggling.

  “Oh, this is wonderful!” Susan said quietly.

  “It sure is. Maybe he’ll really stay busy in there for a few hours.”

  “I hope so. Maybe he’ll stay in that chair all night.” She slid a hand into my shorts and I gasped as her fingers came in contact with my swollen labia.

  “Oh, Susan,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”

  “I’m yours, baby.” She found my mouth and claimed it with her own.

  For the next hour we were lost to the world. We tried to stay quiet, and for the most part succeeded. My father didn’t come looking for either of us, and we were finally able to enjoy each other to our hearts’ content.

  When Susan kissed me goodnight and snuck back to her room, we were both as happy as could be. If she’d been able to stay with me all night it would have made it even better.

  We’d have to work on that.

  Chapter 13

  Susan and I managed to get away with quite a bit over the next week or so. We became very adept at using our cell phones and meeting up in various parts of the house while my father was busy scribbling notes in his chair. I personally think he was beginning to realize what was going on, but deciding to ignore it for whatever reason. Most likely he just didn’t know how to deal with it, or perhaps he was afraid to try.

  Either way, things went on this way for a while, and it reached the point where we became almost lackadaisical in our efforts to thwart his attention.

  One Saturday in August we were doing some house cleaning, and getting very frisky with each other as we were scrubbing the kitchen floor. We managed to keep it under control and soon we finished up and began gathering up all the unwashed laundry. You might think the excitement had worn off for us after a few weeks of being intimate, but it was just the opposite; I couldn’t get enough of Susan, and she seemed to feel the same way about me. We kissed each other every chance we got, and shared loving hugs and caresses around the clock. I was truly in love with her, and she had fallen for me, too. My life was pure bliss whenever the two of us found ourselves together without my father around.

  Anyway, we were loading up the washing machine in the laundry room, which is just off the kitchen. We had the door partially closed, but not completely because we weren’t really doing anything besides stuffing clothes in the machine and bumping our hips playfully together. We kept getting in each other’s way on purpose, so that we’d have to bop into each other in order to get anywhere. This led to a brief spell of giggling and some very light wresting, and both of us got very turned on, which for us was not the least bit unusual. I could have had sex with Susan ten times a day and I’d still want more.

  She pressed me up against the dryer, one of her arms still cradling a bundle of dirty laundry, and ground her pelvis into my crotch. “How do you like that, sweetheart?”

  I gripped her shoulders and pulled her even closer. “I like it a lot.”

  She giggled. “I’ll bet you do.”

  “Why don’t you take your pants off, Susan? I’m really hungry and something smells good in there.”

  She laughed again and pulled a pair of her panties out from the bundle of laundry under her arm. “Maybe this is what you smell.” She held it up and let the rest of the clothing fall to the floor.

  “Maybe.” I snatched it away from her and pressed it to my face, inhaling. I could smell her on the fabric and it got me
so aroused I almost came. “Oh, god,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”

  She pressed into me, working her thigh between my legs. Then she pulled the panties away from my face and began kissing me, very passionately. Our arms went around each other and we really got into it, making out right there in the laundry room while my father sat in his chair two rooms away.

  At least I thought he was two rooms away. It was a real shock when the door flew open and he was standing there, staring at us.

  “What the fuck?” he blurted.

  Susan and I separated as quickly as we could, but it was far too late. We were both astonished; he’d never actually caught us before. He’d come close, but he’d never actually seen anything and we’d always had an excuse handy to explain what he thought he might have seen. This time it was different.

  “Jesus, you scared me,” Susan scolded him. I guess she was trying to throw him off with that, but it didn’t even come close to working.

  He glared at her. “What the fuck were you doing?”

  “What did it look like?”

  He studied her and then looked at me before bring his gaze back to her. “You were kissing. What the hell were you doing that for?” He rubbed a hand through his hair, looking almost sick with the reality of what he had witnessed.

  “She was showing me how,” I told him.

  “Showing you how?”

  I nodded. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve never had a boyfriend. But I have a date next weekend.” I could come up with lies pretty quick, but I wasn’t sure this one made any sense. “Susan was giving me a few pointers.”

  “It looked like she was giving you a lot more than that.”

  “How is she supposed to learn how to kiss, if no one teaches her?” Susan asked.

  “Shouldn’t she learn that from the boyfriend? The date?”

  I shrugged. “I asked Susan to show me. She didn’t want to, but I kept asking.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanted to know.”

  “But you two were really kissing!” He glanced back and forth between us again. “You had your arms around each other and everything.”

  “That’s how it’s done,” Susan explained. “You ought to try it sometime.”

  My father’s face turned red and he looked mad enough to become violent, which I’d never seen him do. His hands balled into fists and he trembled with rage. “I have tried it! You know I have!”

  “Not lately,” Susan countered.

  “No, not lately! In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been swamped with paperwork!”

  “You’re always swamped with paperwork. It never ends!”

  “Tell me about it! You think I like it?”

  “Yes! I know you do!” She suddenly looked mad, too.

  That kind of put a scare into my father, and he stepped back a little. “Well, I don’t! I’m getting sicker and sicker of it all the time!” I actually believed him, even though he didn’t seem very convincing. I just didn’t think anyone could actually enjoy doing all that paperwork.

  “Well, maybe you ought to take a break from it once in awhile.”

  He scrunched up his mouth and regarded her for a moment. “We’re getting off track. What does my work have to do with you and Amy hiding back here and kissing?”

  “We’re not hiding!” I shouted. “We’re doing laundry! We’ve been working all day, cleaning the house!”

  “That’s fine. But I’m not talking about the laundry. I’m talking about the kissing.”

  “We already explained that to you,” Susan reminded him.

  “Well, I didn’t like the explanation.” He put his hands on his hips and waited for her to respond.

  “I told you, I was showing her how. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.”

  “I don’t like it! Who would like their wife and daughter carrying on like that? It’s disgusting!”

  “She’s not my daughter!” Susan shouted. “Stop trying to make me sound like a pervert! She’s an adult woman, and so am I!”

  “Well, it’s still wrong!”

  “We were just goofing around,” I interjected. “What’s the big deal?”

  He stared at me, fuming. He was really mad, but some of the intensity seemed to be wearing off. “It is a big deal! It’s wrong! I don’t like it!”

  “You’ve made that very clear,” Susan said. “Do you want me to stand here and spout off all the things I don’t like?”

  He looked at her, not responding.

  “I’ve got quite a list, if you’re interested,” she continued.

  “Not now,” he said.

  “Of course not. You’ve got too much work to do right now.”

  I could see a muscle bunch up in my father’s jaw as he clenched it. “I’ve got a ton!”

  “How unusual.”

  “I’m not kidding!”

  “I’m stunned.”

  “Susan!”

  “What?”

  He stared at her for a moment longer. I swear I thought he was going to strike out at her, and if he did I was going to attack him. But then he sort of deflated and he took a deep breath, steadying himself against the door frame with one hand. “I’m under a lot of stress right now. I can’t deal with this.”

  “There’s nothing to deal with,” I said.

  He looked at me, and I thought I could see a deep sadness in his eyes. It made me feel not quite so angry with him. Life was shit most of the time, and I guess he got his share, too. Only he had this beautiful, wonderful wife and he did nothing but ignore her. It was wrong, despite the fact that I was benefiting from it. “I hope not,” he said.

  “You need to relax,” Susan said. “You never stop working.”

  He took another deep breath and nodded. “I can’t argue with that. But I don’t like what I saw in here.”

  “We’re women,” Susan said harshly. “You might not understand, but woman can do things like that in a friendly, joking-around sort of way. Get over it.”

  I could tell he wanted to. He chewed his lip for a moment and nodded again. “Alright. I’ll get over it.” He pointed a finger at her. “But I sure as hell better not see you doing it again. If she needs to learn how to kiss, she can practice with her new boyfriend.”

  He turned and looked at me, and I almost laughed. I never wanted to kiss another boy as long as I lived. If it was up to me, I’d never kiss anyone but Susan again. And I’d kiss her as much as possible, every day. “Maybe,” I said.

  “I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend, by the way. You didn’t mention anything to me about it.”

  “You’re always busy. And besides, I don’t have a new boyfriend. It’s just a date. There’s really nothing to mention at this point.”

  He thought about it and then nodded. “Alright. Fine.” He regarded us each in turn and then took an enormously deep breath, letting it out slowly. It seemed to really calm him down. “I know I’ve been very busy. And as soon as they hire someone else that will change. Hopefully it will be soon. But I’d still appreciate being kept in the loop around here. You two seem to do a lot of sneaking around, and I’m never sure what’s going on.”

  “We don’t sneak around!” Susan shouted.

  He held up both hands. “Okay, okay. That’s just my impression, for some reason. Anyway, what I’m saying is, you don’t have to hide things from me. If that’s what you’re doing.”

  “It’s not,” I lied. “But thank you, and we’ll keep it in mind.”

  “Alright. I’ve... got to get back to work. No more kissing.”

  “Yes sir,” Susan said.

  He glared at her one more time and then finally walked away. I could tell it was a huge relief for him. He was no longer really comfortable around us, and I didn’t blame him.

  As soon as he was gone I slipped my arms around Susan and gave her a soft kiss. “You were wonderful.”

  She hugged me. “So were you, swe
etheart.”

  “It’s too bad, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Now you’re not allowed to teach me how to kiss.”

  She giggled. “That’s true. But I think by now you already know how. He didn’t say anything about not practicing.”

  “He said no kissing.”

  “Fuck him.” She kissed me, long and deep. My passion became more inflamed than ever, and I began to squirm against her, almost desperate to really have her.

  When she pulled her mouth away she was breathing very heavily, and I could tell she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

  “What should we do?” she asked.

  I reached down and unbuttoned her pants. “He didn’t mention anything about not eating pussy.”

  Chapter 14

  So, essentially, we ignored my father’s warnings. He stayed very busy for the next week, and Susan and I spent a lot of time together. Our love was growing ever stronger and we became less and less concerned about what my father might think. There was no way Susan was going to go back to him if he should ever decide he had time for her, so their marriage was virtually over. He just didn’t know it yet, although I suppose he must have sensed it. After all, it was as much his fault as any else’s.

  It was on a Friday night, the very next week, when the sneaking around finally came to an abrupt end. It must have been close to midnight, and I had spent over two hours reading before finally drifting off to sleep in my bed. There was a slight noise in the hall, which I supposed is what woke me, and then I heard the sound of my door slowly opening. These sounds were very quiet, but I’m an extremely light sleeper, and practically anything wakes me up. I sat up in bed and watched as the silhouetted form of Susan entered and then she shut the door behind her and slowly approached my bed.

  “Are you awake, honey?” she whispered.

  “Yes,” I whispered back. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” She pulled up the sheets and slid in beside me. I was so delighted that I immediately wrapped her up in my arms and rolled her on top of me. She hugged me and kissed my neck, moaning happily at my warm welcome. “God, Amy. I love you so much.”