"Um, Trish," I asked, looking at the floor. "May I talk to you?"

"What do you need, Kay?" she asked, stopping her feet.

"I need a few minutes if you wouldn't mind, I know you just got out of the shower, but-"

"I'm sorry, Kay, but I'm running a little late now to meet a friend, so what do you need to tell me?"

I bit down on my bottom lip for a moment. "Um, I just wanted you to know that... something happened between Bill and me," I told her, before peeking at her.

It was just in time for her to take her eyes off me, though. "Are you smiling?"

"What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath. "We had sex, Trish," I divulged, before covering my face.

I had no idea what she'd think, but I knew she deserved to know, though.

"You had sex with Bill?"

"Yes," I admitted, looking at her shaking. "I promise it was all consequential, and if you don't want it to, it won't happen again."

"What, why would I want that?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Wait, you're not upset?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"No, why would I be?"

I took a deep breath and blinked a few times. "Well, I thought that you thought I was kind of slutty, that's all. You've just seen me with a lot of guys, and wouldn't want me to get with your son, I guess," I muttered, before a small gap. "Um, you're okay with it, though? I mean, even though we're step-siblings?"

"Well, it's weird, but I'm okay with it, yes. You both liked it, though? There's nothing weird between you two or anything?"

"No, it made us closer, I think. He doesn't know I'm telling you, though. I just thought you should know before something really sparks. If you really didn't want anything to happen further, I'd stop. I still love him if that's what you're concerned about."

"Oh, I know," she told me, before hugging me. "I'm happy, Trish. I might just be your step-mom, but I love you."

I let out a sigh of relief and hugged her back. She threw me a curveball, so I felt a little loopy, but our hug lasted for a minute.

Then she let go of me. "So do you want to keep seeing him then, and be a couple? I've seen you two get really close already."

"I don't know, but again, I thought you should know. I know he's out right now, and I wanted to tell you without him first. I guess I needed to know how you'd take it without him."

"Don't you have a boyfriend, though?"

I took another deep breath. "Yes, I guess I cheated with your son, but really the whole thing was my idea. He told me he was a virgin, and I kind of knew he liked me in that way," I told her, before a gap. "And you're grinning again. Did you know he liked me?"

"I might have noticed him checking you out from time to time, yes. Did you like it, though? I mean, I'm not asking for details, but did you?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. "Yes, I loved it actually. You raised a son who loves and respects women. It was wonderful, even though he was inexperienced."

She scoffed. "Well, it was his first time, Kay."

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologized, putting my hands up. "I didn't mean to offend you. I know you love him, he is your son, so you can be a little defensive of him."

She sighed and blinked too. "Yes, you're right. So, without bringing your dad into this, I'm fine with it, so would you be interested in being a couple with him? Was the sex good enough?"

"Well, first, that's a little personal, Trish, but between that and how much he loves me, I'd say yes. Although, my dad is still gonna need to know, and I'd need to tell Bill I at least talked to you about it."

"I understand that, now may I ask you one more thing?"

I nodded.

"Were you using protection?"

"I'm on birth control, Trish. So there's no way I could be pregnant, you know my sexual history."

She nodded and hugged me. I returned the favor and even felt her massaging my back somewhat. I didn't know what to make of that, but I felt loved.

Then she let go of me. "So, how did you know?"

I sighed and broke eye contact. "I guess there's no reason not to tell you, but we've been showering together for like a year now. Before we had sex, he had seen every inch of me. You know, he couldn't exactly hide it from me. I didn't want to address it, though. I wanted him to, but then he just became distant for a few days. We share a bedroom, but he still didn't say much and he showered alone too. So, I just made my own move, and it worked," I explained, before a gap. "I know you and I aren't exactly besties, but if Bill and I go further, I want you to know I have every intention of investing in the relationship and making it work between us."

She smiled and hugged me yet again. I could only figure that she loved that. We had step-mother/daughter moments before, but that was grand.

"So, are you gonna tell him you want to see him again?"

"Well, you being so cool with it is sweetening the pot."

"Good, um, is there anything I can do to make it even better for you two?"

"Do want us to be together or something, Trish?"

She swallowed and broke eye contact. "Maybe I do. I'd love you two to be together, Kay," she claimed, taking my hands in hers. "I love you, and maybe we're not that close, but I'm sure if you two did start dating, we'd become good friends. And with you being so invested with him, I don't see a downside. I guess the only request I'd have..."

"I stay on the pill?"

"No, get off it if you want, but if you do get pregnant, please don't hide it. I want to know right away if I'm gonna be a grandmother."

I nodded and pecked her cheek. "I promise I won't. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up this long."

"No, fuck my friend, this is much more important," she said, before a gap. "You are much more important, Kay. Would you like to come into my bedroom and talk some more?"

"Um, okay, but you're still just in a towel."

"I can take it off if you want," she giggled, before a gap. "I'm kidding."

Then we both went into her bedroom and sat down on her bed. I wasn't sure what to expect, but we definitely established some new love.

"So, I don't mean to be bitchy, but if you knew for so long, why didn't you come to me?"

"Like I said, I thought that you thought that your opinion of me was a little low. For all I knew, you would've forbidden it like mad. You would've said something to my dad, and all we would've gotten out of it was drama."

"No, no way, Kay. I love you, and if you told me that you, him, or both of you wanted something to happen, I'd support you like nothing else. Even if you wanted something to happen between us, I'd make it happen."

"Whoa," I said, getting off the bed. "If I wanted something between us to happen?"

"Well, yes," she answered, standing with me. "You know, everyone has urges, and sometimes it comes to people that you're not supposed to get involved with," she added, closing the gap. "I love you and you love me, and if you thought for one second that you wanted me to take my towel off, I'd want you to tell me."

I couldn't help, but to look at her crack as she pulled it down a tad. 'Crap, my panties are wet,' I thought, before peeking at her face. "What about my dad?"

"He doesn't need to know, Kay. Now that I know that my son has gotten into your panties, I have noticed just how stunning you are too. You're drop-dead gorgeous," she complimented me, checking me out.

"Okay, thanks, but no thanks, Trish," I told her, backing away. "Don't worry, this doesn't change anything between us, but I'll tell Bill that you're cool with us dating when I see him."

She sighed. "Okay, well, good talk."

I saw her sit down on the bed, and again, I didn't know how to feel. Nevertheless, I had that newfound love for her, so I came back to her.

"What are you doing, Kay?"

"If I didn't tell you about Bill, would you still offer yourself to me?"

"I guess, but I don't know."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and calmly leaned towards her. She didn't need to read between the lines then, and kissed me.

Then I backed away a foot. "How was that?"

"Different, but I liked it. Did you?"

"I've never been with a woman, but yes."

"And you're sure about me?"

"I already made the mistake of delaying gratification once," I confessed, feeling her leg. "I'm not gonna do it again. I love you, Trish," I made clear, pulling her towel undone. "I'd also like assurances that you're gonna stand firm when it comes to my dad too."

"I think my sexy MILF body says 'Yes.'" she added, pulling me on her lap. "If you show the love, I'll give it right back, Kay," she made clear, before kissing me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I muttered, before feeling her tits. "Wow, these are MILF hooters, Trish."

"May I see yours?"

I nodded and took off my top. "I didn't even bother wearing a bra today, Trish," I stated, before placing her hands on my boobs. "They might be smaller, but I'm still your hot step-daughter," I reminded her, prior to feeling hers too.

We both enjoyed one another for a moment as we felt the foreign territories of one another's melons. We both shook and eyeballed one another as well, but we didn't say a word for over five minutes. My hands felt so good that they hurt.

I let my palms calmly skate all over her bosoms and felt the love growing. Sure enough, I didn't consider myself a fan of the ladies, but she was interested, and after her being so okay with Bill and I being together, I had to oblige her.

"So, do you like my naked body, Kay?"

"It's nothing to sneeze at, but I'm not a lesbian."

"But you're willing to be with me, though?"

I nodded and kissed her before getting off her. Then I pushed her down to her back and undid my shorts. I kept my eyes on hers as I stripped myself, and made sure to push my panties down very slowly.

"No wonder my son wanted you."

"He got quite the perk when you married my dad," I told her, getting on top of her.

We felt one another's bodies for a moment as we kissed again. We failed to say a word, and let the love and lust speak for itself. Sure enough, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I felt some newfound passion for her and ran with it. Her warming heart gave it to me, so I felt the need to use it.

My boobs came right onto hers, but she didn't crush mine because I was on top. I grabbed her arms and her palms found their way down on my lower back. I could tell she wanted to feel my butt and maybe even those lips, but strayed away.

I still didn't like actually kissing her, but it was something I could get into and make her love me more in the process. I pressed my lips onto hers a bit harder and showed her that I might be willing to truly make her love me more than ever.

I heard her moaning and breathing harder, so I had her on the hook, but I wasn't about to rest on just pushing or teasing. She made me want to show the love. So, after five delightful minutes, I calmly parted my lips and looked at her.

"I don't know how many guys I've boned, but your son is the only one I loved."

"Okay, I'm glad to hear that."

"I know I've only had two, but I've loved every mom I've ever had," I confessed, before letting my tongue out.

"I hope the other one is me, Kay," she moaned, feeling my head.

I nodded and performed the unorthodox duty of pleasing her like that. I grabbed both of those boobs and slathered her nipples ever so slowly. I felt both disgusted and turned on at the same time, but of course, one overshadowed the other.

I watched her the best I could because that was the real prize: seeing her react to me giving her the pleasure rather than the pleasure itself. Nevertheless, if I was gonna go that far, I was gonna as far as I could with her.

"Holy shit, Kay, I guess you do love me."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't stop. I had my doubts about her before, but by then, it seemed weird. Considering how all I felt I could make her feel good then and just what I might want to do for her, I felt loopy again.

I went to both of her melons and thrilled her the best I could with my novice skills. Still, I saw her relishing the results and pulling my hair somewhat too. So, I was on the right track but I still didn't get ahead of myself.

She also gave me a good sign of gratifying her when I felt her drenched cunt on my stomach. Yet, I knew sex success was a slippery slope no matter what, so I stayed on my toes and kept my eyes on the prize.

Yet, she pulled me up with her. "Give your step-mommy a kiss."

I did just as she encased her arms around me and made out with me like she was in love with me. I knew it wasn't that simple, but it felt that way. Anyway, after a three-minute make-out session, I went back down to her jugs again and had my way with her.

I eyeballed her like my life depended on it, and committed to being something between straight and lesbian. Anyway, I got into it and even sucked her nipples into my mouth a bit as well. That got her to angle her head back and pull my hair a bit more.

She had to jiggle and even lift herself a bit as well, so I pressed all the right buttons, and it appeared she was selling the illusion it was easy. I wasn't about to fall for that, though, so I kept myself going slow and kept it as pleasurable as I could think.

I made her shake back and forth quite a few times, but I managed to keep myself planted on her. I clamped myself down somewhat, but not too much. She also kept my head down with her hands and kept pulling my hair too.

It hurt, but I didn't care, I had my step-mom in the palm of my hand and sweetened her the best I possibly could. I sucked on her nipples a bit too and got the instant results of her convulsing even more.

"Yes, sweet step-daughter, oh, just like that. Damn, you do have some magical tongue, huh? Wow, if you wanted me to love you, then mission accomplished."

I grinned, but didn't stop. Needless to say, seeing her revel in the gratification so much was quite the perk. I wasn't looking for a way to bond with her, but I found one. I found having sex with her to be like eating vegetables, I didn't like them, but it was still good for me.

I also kissed her boobs several times as well, so I tickled her in effect too. She let out giggles, but that didn't break the intimacy. I added to it when I went up to her to kiss her from time to time too.

Nevertheless, she was still rather horny, so I felt her reach down too. "Oh, those are some nice tits, Kay."

I had to lean up a bit. "Did you want to feel them, step-mommy?" I asked, placing her hands on them. "Do you like them solely because your son likes them too?"

"I guess, yes, but I'm a dirty and horny bitch too."

"I don't think you're a bitch, but okay."

She smiled and kissed me. "Just stay my hot step-daughter and daughter-in-law if it happens."

"Okay, step-mommy," I added, feeling her jugs too.

We eyeballed each other, and I felt the taboo spark again. After a moment, I still couldn't resist, but to drop back down to them and please her some more. She managed to stay upright, but used my head for leverage. If that wasn't enough for her, I let my hand wander over to her pussy too.

"Oh, you... hot sexy chick," she praised me, angling her head back. "Yes, rub that snatch and make me fall back. I won't be mad, so please me until I can't take it anymore. Make yourself bisexual if just for me."

I nodded and did what I had to do to ensure she was more than pleased. Sure enough, it was still gonna be a tough task, but I was up for it, though. I let my fingers go back and forth all over her cunt, I felt it leaking like mad.

That only made me shake, and with her vibrating too, we created one solid quake and even made the bed come off its legs a few times. Nevertheless, we both kept the hot sex coming and we weren't about to let anything dethrone it.

I went back and forth between her hooters again and slathered both of those nipples. All the while, I pressed harder on her slit and got her to pull my hair more and more. It still hurt, but I couldn't care less.

'Yes, take it, step-mommy, watch me while you do too. You like it just because it's me, well, that's fine. I aim to please.'

I saw her taking it all, and it was the sweetest eye candy I could imagine. Sure enough, it was so wrong that it was right. Still, I was at least doing it with someone I loved and who loved me back too.

After a few more minutes, she pulled me up again. "Holy shit, I love you, Kay," she told me, before kissing me.

"I love you too."

She pulled me even closer to her, so our breasts clashed and she helped herself to feel my snatch as well. "I think you're amazingly beautiful, and if you can sway my son, then who am I to say no?"

"I don't know."

We both shook like mad and attacked each other with our breaths, but we didn't mind. She even let her fingers into my twat, so she seemed to know what she was doing. I didn't say a word to that and enjoyed the pleasure.

"So, you'll delve into a little lesbo action for your step-mom?"

"Yes."

She kissed me and then dropped her head to my melons.

"And you're to do the same?" I asked, covering her head with both hands.

She nodded and certainly returned the favor. She showed that maybe she knew more than a couple of things about woman-pleasing. She made it hard for me to stay upright as well, but I used her head for leverage as well.

"Wow, step-mommy, you're better than I am."'

"Don't be jealous," she said, before kissing me. "Just tell anyone about this, but I have been with a few ladies before, Kay."

"No kidding?"

She shook her head no and dropped back down to my knockers. Her words only verified what I already knew, but she seemed to rub my nose in it somewhat.

"Holy shit, step-mommy, you're fingering me perfectly too. Are you trying to steal me from your son now?"

She shook her head no and continued to woo me. She made it really difficult to stay upright, but I was up for the challenge. She just kept going on me like her life depended on it. She provided very strong suction for those nipples and viewed the results too.

All the while, she used her entire palm on my beaver and surely got me to leak frequently. So, she had all of her bases covered and more it appeared. I couldn't believe it, but there she was, right in front of me.

I knew I couldn't keep seeing her, but she even had me feeling a little jealous by then. I couldn't help it, but she kept going on me and even made me shed a few tears as well. She saw them, but didn't say a word.

She did shove her fingers up into my cunt too, and it felt like her whole hand was in there. So, whether I liked it or not, I had to break eye contact and pull her hair as well. That got her to laugh, and even that shot me in the foot.

"Shit," I whined, before falling.

She didn't come down with me right away, but soaked in my nude body for a moment. I saw her playing with her slit too, but after a moment, she lowered herself down to me and kissed me again. Then smooched her way down to my moneymakers.

She grabbed both of them and pushed them together several times. I thought she'd please them again, but she even went down to my beaver. She placed her palms on my thighs and watched me watch her.

"I've done this to a few different women, but I might be a little rusty."

"You already have me loving you like mad, step-mommy."

She blew a kiss and let her tongue out to my muff. Sure enough, I didn't know what to expect, but something grand. Considering how well she pleased my tits, she had me more than anxious. She teased me a little bit by pecking my thighs, but didn't not too much.

After a moment, her tongue dropped out and it went right to my cunt. I immediately lied back completely and covered my face with both hands. I felt like she doused my pussy with lighter fluid, and lit it on fire with her tongue.

"Oh, step-mommy," I cried somewhat.

That didn't stop her, so she fucked the shit out of me, so to speak. I felt guys lick me down there before, but even just after a minute, there was no contest. She blew them out of the water and made me feel so turned on, but I wasn't sure I could be turned off.

I felt her slick tongue and soft lips over my pussy down there, and it caused me to feel better than in any prior experience I could think of in my life. I couldn't even watch her just yet because she practically paralyzed me, but in a good way.

She was fine with that, though, and devoured my beaver. I never thought it was even possible to be that good, but yet, it was happening. My bush posed no issue for her, she pushed it right out of the way and ate me out like it was breathing to her.

I fought like hell not to begin crying, but she wasn't making it easy. She practically shot me in the pussy, but in a good way. After a few nonstop minutes, I felt her grab my hands, and she pulled me up a bit, without bringing her face away.

So, I looked at her, and she let her pretty eyes lust right back at me. Even as she kept her mouth busy, her eyes were doing some heavy lifting. She saw me crying somewhat and showing the love, but she couldn't pull away long enough to say a word.

She even sucked those lips into her mouth as well, so she was platinum once again, or something even better than that. Either way, I was flying sky-high, and she was just selling her son to me even more.

She pushed my legs apart even more and made it clear she was going in all and out on me. I could only watch her for a moment because the circumstances were just that good. She made herself come into the big bright light and kept shoving the good side of herself down my throat.

I felt like she was controlling me through my cunt and after a few more minutes, I had to start crying. "Oh, yes, step-mommy, that feels so fucking good," I sobbed, moving back and forth.

She slowly stopped and climbed up on top of me. "I have had that effect on some ladies, Kay," she told me, before kissing me. "I would certainly hope if you start having sex with my son and this happened, you'll want to spend more quality time with me."

"Yes, yes, I will."

"Please be good to him, he's the only son I have or will ever have."

"I will, I swear," I made clear, before kissing her. "I'll have sex with you again if you want."

"Even though we'd both be cheating?"

I took a deep breath. "I guess, yes."

"Good to know, now give your step-mommy another kiss."

We both moved to one another and kissed yet again, but it lasted for a couple of minutes. We both helped ourselves to fingering each other yet again too. Sure enough, we had already bonded quite a bit, but we got greedy.

After a two-and-a-half-minute make-out session, she gently parted her lips. "Go down on your step-mommy," she muttered, before lying back.

"I've never eaten a woman out before, though. What if I can't please you, step-mommy?"

"You've had a lot of boyfriends, right? Practice makes perfect," she told me, before blowing me a kiss.

I took a breath and returned the favor. Sure enough, even with the love and passion coursing through my system, I was nervous as hell.

She moved up to me again and placed her palms on my face. "Despite what you might've thought before, your step-mommy has always loved you, and will always love you. Even if things go south with Bill, she still will. So, don't be so nerve-racked, but let yourself go on me now. If you think you might love me more than a step-mom at all, then show me what you'd be willing to do. You've seen every part of me, now let me see every part of you," she pleaded, before kissing me. "No, I did not memorize that."

"That was cheesy, though."

"Maybe it was, but that just speaks to how much you mean to me."

"Okay," I said, before feeling her cherry.

"Yes, don't be scared, it's just a pussy," she added, before lying back.

I soaked in her MILF body again and felt better about trying to make her feel good, but of course, it wasn't a total cure. Nevertheless, I rubbed her cunt once again and shook almost like I was having a seizure.

'Holy sheep shit, am I about to do this? I felt love and lust before, but this is huge. She's shooting me lusty looks and patiently waiting for me, damn, she's so supportive. I, I, I, fucking love her,' I thought, prior to finally leaning down to her snatch.

"Yes, Kay, show your step-mother that you don't think she's evil," she moaned, feeling my head with one hand.

She made sure to watch me as my tongue nonchalantly lick those MILF lips down there. I instantly felt her shake a bit. I knew that was good, but once again, I wasn't about to get ahead of myself.

"It's just like riding a bike, once you learn, you can't unlearn it, but become rusty as I said."

"Step-mommy, you were anything, but rusty."

"Fair enough," she added, before blowing me a kiss.

I set my palms on her thighs and pressed down on them the best I could. Still, I had to master doing it with training wheels first before I could take them off. I just calmly slathered those lips and mixed her juice with my saliva.

I tasted all of her juice, and it still tasted weird, but sure enough, it came with the package. So, I had to get used to it and enjoy the results of her enjoying herself. I could only gather that she loved it so much because it was me, but that was fine with me.

I got most of my face wet within a few minutes, and that was hot and cold at the same time. She liked it, but knew to wipe my face with her blanket too. So, she was supportive even more so, but I couldn't pull my face away.

"I know, once you try pussy, it's hard to stop, right? No, it's just because it's me, huh?" she asked, rubbing my head. "Just nod and stop rolling your eyes."

I did that and kept going on her. I had to close my eyes then because her cum kept coming, and she lied back. So, I was still on the right track, and that only made me bet on myself. So, I committed myself to making her feel good.

I moved my face around a bit and got more of her slit. She didn't utter anything then, but she didn't need to because her moaning and vibrating said it all. Sure enough, that was all I needed, so she set herself up for something big from me.

I even rubbed her lips with both my fingers and my face, so she was getting the joy she desired from me. It was fucked up, but ever so loving too. I couldn't help it, she hooked me like a big bass and I wasn't letting go.

"Oh, dare I ask: Are you loving the pleasure now?"

I nodded and proved it to her. I prepped myself the best I could with the best stance and the strong will to fuck her like no bodies business even with my novice skills. I made sure to give her some eye contact too, but it wasn't easy.

She shot me an even lustier look than what she gave me when she went down on me. As much as I wasn't a fan of slit licking, doing it for her was better than getting eaten out then. I could only figure it was because I loved her so much more then.

Either way, I was down there for her and more than willing to do it again if need be. Sure enough, we'd all have a lot of talking to do, but we were all gonna be a closer family nonetheless. The only real wild card was my dad.

"Yes, look at me those brown eyes, Kay, show the love. I showed it to you, and you're returning the favor. You must love me, huh?"

I nodded again and indeed fucked her all I possibly could, she got off more on the effort than anything else, so I was golden it appeared. With her loving it, I had to love it a bit myself. I heard her moan and shake, so it became quite addictive too.

I fed off it and got addicted myself. I pressed down on her thighs the best I could too, and made sure to see the results once again. She eyefucked the shit out of me and made it clear how much she loved me.

I closed my eyes several times, but she still didn't mind and kept smiling at me. I let my tongue all over her lips and tasted her bush a bit in the process. Again, it was a bump in the road, but the end of it was still worth it.

She kept one hand on my head, and she couldn't help, but use the other to prop herself up and watch me that way. It posed no issue for me to go down on her, so I kept going on her and kept enjoying the show she was putting on for me.

She made it crystal clear that the love was very mutual and there was no bad blood between us. Not that I thought there was anything really bad, but we weren't besties. I had my pussy eaten before, but actually doing it was a whole different story.

Nevertheless, she provided more support for me than I could imagine. With her keeping those green eyes on me, she made it so clear that if need be, she'd take a bullet for me. I knew I'd do it for Bill, but that coming from her was quite heartwarming.

After a few more glorious minutes, she calmly pulled me up to her again and felt my legs. "Maybe you can be a little slutty, but I love you, Kay. If you're willing to commit to my son, well, at least a successful boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, then you have my blessing. Just make sure you use that lock on your door, and don't be too noisy. I'm just so happy that you want to be with my son. I've always wanted him to be with someone that loves him. I've never been the perfect mom for him, but obviously, you've been the perfect step-sister for him."

"You're a good mom, Trish," I assured her, hugging her.

"No, I'm not, but thank you," she added, before glancing at me. "I swear I don't mean any pressure, but I'd love for him to give you the ring."

"What ring?"

"My ring his dad gave me, I told him a few years ago when he felt it was right, to ask me for it. I'd love for him to give it to you, and then you two would give us something else," she mentioned, before feeling my stomach. "I swear, I mean no pressure, but I'm just being honest."

"Okay, Trish, but I still think you're a good mom and wife to my dad."

She shrugged and failed to make eye contact for a moment. I wasn't sure why, but then I pushed her down somewhat softly and got up on my knees. I climbed over her and kissed her again. Sure enough, I was somewhere between bisexual and straight by then.

I smooched my way down to her tits and spent a moment kissing them. After that, I leaned up and spread her legs out. I pushed my slit onto hers and placed my hands down on her leg and boob. I used them both for leverage as I began tribbing.

"A lot of my boyfriends have secretly watched porn, and I've seen ladies do this, so I hope you like it."

"I'll like it more if you make those titties shake, step-daughter."

I smiled and surely made that happen for her. Once again, I wasn't what I was doing, but I went with my heart. As I had her moaning and enjoying my flopping melons, I ran with it further. She grabbed my legs too and held them tight.

So, we worked together to please one another and make the bed come off its legs a few times. Sure enough, if I ever thought she didn't love me again, I'd have to slap myself. Yet, I couldn't just forget all the times I caught her rolling her eyes when I had a guy over.

Nevertheless, sex changes things, and for the better then. I felt our cunts going somewhat raw, but we both had juice that kept coming, so they were working against one another, so to speak. Neither of us said a word, but shouted plenty with our sexy actions.

We both checked out one another's melons and cherished the eye candy, but we had to look into one another's eyes too. We both let the love flow into one another and have it form an even bond between us.

It was just the gift that kept getting sweeter. We both even blew one another kisses several times as well, so we were both set with love but wanted to keep giving it and practically shove it down one another's throats.

That became more apparent when even in that position, she brought herself up with me. "So, you love me then, Kay?"

"Yes."

"No matter what? I mean, I could tell you anything, and you'd still love me?"

"I guess, why?"

"I know we're having sex and we're not supposed to tell a soul, but I guess I owe it to you now to tell you something."

I sighed. "Mu pussy isn't about to dry up, but what is it, Trish?"

She took a took a deep breath. "I cheated on your dad."

Like flipping a light switch, the passion turned off and I slowly leaned away to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Kay," she apologized, coming to me. "It was a mistake, but a hot one."

"A hot one, Trish?" I asked, getting off the bed. "And there I was just out in the hallway thinking that you might want to rip my head off for doing it with Bill. You cheated on my dad?" I cried, rubbing my face. "And what, you get me all buttered up like this to tell me?"

"Well, no, because I felt so much closer when you told me what happened. I was just unsatisfied sexually, and took advantage of a situation, Kay. I don't want you to hate me, but I felt I owed it to you to tell you. Do you want me to tell you who it was with, though?"

I sighed. "No, but you have no reason to make this up and after I just let you commit adultery with me too, shit," I whined, hitting the bed and getting on her lap. "I love you, Trish, and I love your son too. I don't care who, why, where, or anything else, but don't cheat on my dad again. I'll even admit that I can tell he's not the best husband, but I still have those negative emotions hurting me. I just know by pure conscience that if I bust you, there's no future for Bill and I."

"Are you saying you want a future with him?"

"Yes, with you in it too," I made clear, before kissing her. "I might hate you a little now, but I still love you dearly. I've never been with a woman before, but considering it was you, it was hot as hell," I explained, before pasting my lips to hers.

I felt the two emotions going at one another. I didn't know who she cheated with, but I didn't want to know. I just pushed down on the hate and looked to love with both her and Bill. She had a wonderful and respectful son, and despite the immoral quandary, I had to let it go.

"Um, Mom, step-sis, what's going on in here?" we suddenly heard Bill ask slowly in a low tone.