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Despite what you might expect after that unforgettable episode with my little step sister, we didn't actually have sex in the ensuing weeks and months. Yes, we have a close relationship and blonde can talk to each other about anything that comes up but I think Kristin doggystyle felt that it wouldn't be right for us to get going sexually. Maybe she was right. But it was very cool living with her and her mom Cynthia. Sure I noticed Cynthia. My dad really was lucky to meet up with her. I guess she'd gotten an early start on her sexual life and, I just overheard this, she "Had to get married" when she was just 18. Kristin came along a few months later and Cyn and her late husband Bob got married to make it all amateur legal. By all accounts they had a good marriage and it was devastating for her when Bob developed a malignant tumor in his brain and died an early death. So Cynthia was just tits 37 when dad met her. Of course to a knucklehead like me 37 seemed like she was somebody's grandma! But, when she and her daughter were hanging out in the kitchen first thing in the morning dressed in pajama bottoms and no panties, well, she didn't look like a grandma then, that's for sure! I could see where Kristin got her butt. Cynthia had that same jiggle when she padded softly around the kitchen. My dad used to say "It must be jelly cause jam don't shake like that!" As fascinated as I was by Kristin I couldn't help but find her older and more mature mother to be very attractive too. There's a song that Steve Earle sang that summed up my feelings for my step mom. It's called "The Galway Girl." "And I ask you friend What's a fella to do? When her hair is black and her eyes are blue?" Well, that described Cynthia and her stunning good looks. I believe she was of Irish extraction and there was this wonderful resemblance to her daughter that I found sexually intriguing. It was like they were two different versions of the same woman. And then that Hardcore time that Kristin mentioned her mother's masturbation right on the other side of her bedroom wall...and finding her mother's dildo. Cynthia was a real estate agent and didn't work regular hours so she would be at home during the daytime when my dad was at work and Kristin was at school. She was very friendly towards me. Always asking me about my plans for the future and did I have a girlfriend. Of course I never mentioned that I had nearly fucked her little daughter but beyond that, I had very little sexual experience. It was mostly in my head. I went out on a job interview one morning and, when I got home I saw Cynthia's car in the driveway. I let myself in the house and left my keys on the table by the front door. And then I heard it. A quiet "Thump thump..." sound coming from upstairs. Wondering what it might be I made my way up the carpeted stairway and the sound seemed to be getting louder. Finally I was next to Dad and Cyn's bedroom door and it was clear that the sound was coming from inside. Are there other ways to do it? It did not take long before Kyle blonde was fully aroused, and his average sized four and a half inch boner was beginning to get uncomfortable as it pressed doggystyle up against his white briefs. He quickly plunged back inside her. amateur "This sweatshirt was a present from my Hardcore husband," and she whipped it off and raced to the laundry room. “Fuck, yes!” she moaned. She slowly looked up at me with an ominous expression. He looked at her face, but she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about exposing herself like this. Even though she didn’t have her coat on and was showing tits her body and new chains to anyone who cared to look. “Do you cut yourself with that tongue, missy?” To be continued... "Till we meet again," he said, holding up his hand and giving her a faint smile as he closed the door. “Your slut!” she moaned as I sodomized her hard. “Right, Juanita anyway were any of you close? This time it was with much passion, more than before. “And me, as well as Dr. Jones over there are willing to say you’re in your right mind from a psychiatric perspective” A bald man who presumably was a psychiatrist chirped with a smile. Lyn started stroking me up and down motion.