Too Good to Be True

Since I have been old enough to remember, my Dad was addicted to prescription pain medication. In fairness, he did seriously injure his back in a work accident, requiring surgeries and rehab, I'm not certain he ever really recovered. I know he was in pain, but at that age your father is the toughest man on the planet, someone you aspire to be. Maybe for most kids, but for me it was just the opposite.

Ray was not only addicted to pills, he was an asshole to boot. He would regularly start fights with my mom, they fought all the time. It was bad enough my grandparents moved in nextdoor to protect her. My grandpa was a cop, so the fear of him usually kept Ray in check. One day in particular, he was just high enough he either didn't care, or he was witty enough to realize grandpa was working a late shift and was not at home.

He knew I was too small and weak to stop him, and grandma wasn't able to either. He punched mom quite a few times. My sister, Tammy, had enough sense to call some friends of ours that lived close. Those friends came over and stopped him from what I believe would have killed her and took us all to their house. That was the last day we were all together again, they divorced and mom got full custody.

Fast forward several years, my name is Randy, I am 18 and just graduated high school. From the time I was old enough to walk, I was taught to fish. Particularly, largemouth bass fish. What a rush that was, catching this enormous fish that so many try and fail at. If you can't tell, I love to fish!

After the divorce, we spent several weeks during summer break with Ray, he would never hurt us, and we wanted to see him. Ray lived in one of the best bass fishing areas in the country, so I had another motive. The summer of my 19th birthday, Tammy's 18th, we spent several weeks at Ray's. This time was different, it wasn't just the 3 of us, Ray had met a woman and they got married.

April was my new stepmom. Tammy and I were pissed, not that he remarried, that he got married and didn't bother to invite us to the ceremony. Turns out only so many people could fit in the courtroom.

April was a younger woman, 32 compared to Ray's 43. She was also in an abusive relationship, she was battered in front of her daughter, the last time she was hospitalized. Her ex husband broke 4 ribs, her jaw, nose, and several teeth. I often wondered what April saw in Ray that made her trust him, she was way out of his league.

April was incredibly sexy. She was 5' 6" tall, long brunette hair that swayed across the top of her ass when she walked, 105 pounds, just a beautiful woman. She had these blue jean cutoff shorts she loved to wear, I think she knew I was looking and wore them to tease me. Tammy knew too, she would frequently smack me in the back of the head and quietly mouth at me to stop staring, which I denied of course.

The weeks turned to months, Tammy and I really hit it off with April, and we always enjoyed being around Ray, he really loved us and wasn't ashamed of telling us. You know that saying, if it's too good to be true it usually is? Well, this was too good to be true, turns out, it was.

Ray never stopped taking pain pills. He started to show that mean side toward April. This time, I was there and was able to stop it. I couldn't handle watching this again. I love my mom to death, but I was not going to sit back and watch him do the same thing to April. We called him out on the pills. He lied at first, but he must have forgotten, we knew his past and where he hid his goodies. I found the bag, confronted him, and he watched me flush them down the toilet.

That went over like a fart in church, we brawled right there.

After kicking each other's asses, I finally made him see he needed help. We began attending NA meetings, he was on the right track, and I regularly checked him. He was turning back into the man I called dad.

The time came for Tammy and I to go back home, but I couldn't do it. I made the decision to move in and see this through, even though I wouldn't have a bedroom and would sleep on the couch.

Things were going great, we would regularly attend meetings, fish alot and I mean a lot, until it wasn't so great.

April had developed a taste for whiskey, and a bottle a night was the new normal. Ray joined her, and the fishing and meetings came to a sudden and painful halt. This went on for months, but I accepted it and went on about life, I would just fish by myself.

Ray went to the doctor for his regular checkup. While he was in the room waiting on the doc, he spotted his prescription pad on the counter by the sink. He tore off 10 of them and put them in his pocket. When he left the office, not even out of the parking lot, he filled out a forged prescription for pain medication and took it to the local pharmacy.

I have to say, he was pretty spot on with the handwriting, the pharmacy tech recognized it and sent it through. What he didn't realize is the pharmacist had to call and verify the script because the quantity was not consistent with typical orders. Ray sat in the waiting room, thinking all the while he was waiting for his order to be filled, when in reality he was waiting to be arrested.

Ray was taken to jail where he spent the night. He called April to tell her what happened, and she immediately started pounding whiskey at 2:00 in the afternoon. I told her to take it easy, I was going fishing and would be back in a couple hours.

Fishing is how I cleared my mind. If I didn't go, I would have packed up and left that night. She said she wanted to go too. That wasn't that unusual, she liked to fish but never went unless Ray went, almost as if she was uncomfortable. I didn't think much about it, why would I?

"I want to leave in about 10 minutes." I went to get stuff ready, threw on my shorts, a tank, and some flops.

I wasn't a tiny guy, 6' 3" and 175lbs and from all the fishing, I had a pretty good tan. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but not the best when it came to reading ladies. Ok, honestly, I was awkward as fuck.

I couldn't have known if someone was hitting on me. I was honestly an idiot when it came to girls. I never had many girlfriends in high school. I wasn't a jock, so I wasn't cool enough.

If you haven't picked up on it yet, I was a 19 year old virgin, and embarrassed by it.

April came out to the truck with her bottle in hand. She was wearing those cutoff shorts and a red bikini top.

Maybe for the first time in 6 months, I noticed her body. God was it incredible! That bikini top struggled to cover the 34C tits she stuffed in it.

Her shorts were ripped and the pocket was hanging out. She had on flip flops, her toenails painted the same color red as her top. Seeing that made my cock unwillingly jump in my shorts.

I quickly looked away, quickly enough I made it obvious I was staring. Idiot, I'm an idiot, I just basically screamed to my stepmom that I was checking her out.

She either didn't notice or she didn't care, she just kept helping me get the trailer hooked up to the truck. She guided me back and stopped me when I was there, and I got out to dolly the trailer down onto the ball.

When I got to the back of the truck, she was bent over hooking up the chains and wiring harness, and I got a top view of her heavenly cleavage.

I wasn't watching where I was going and walked right into the trailer frame, hitting my shin on it. That garnered a laugh from April, and much to my embarrassment she said "I can go put a shirt on if it bothers you THAT bad."

I was so focused on the fires of mordor burning in my shin, I didn't notice the tent in my shorts.

Fuck, she saw it, just shoot me now.

I told her she could do whatever she wanted, she was grown, all the while fumbling with my now rock hard cock trying to tuck it in my waistband. I told you, I was super awkward.

We eventually drove away to the boat ramp, all 1.2 miles, and launched to go to my favorite spot. Being a native I knew the spots that other anglers didn't.

There was never anyone there, which is exactly what I wanted, other boats would have spoiled my fishing. We launched the boat, April parked the truck and strolled back down the ramp in her bikini top, chest bouncing with every step. When did she get so hot? Why hadn't I noticed this before?

We finally take off. I go as fast as the boat will let me, with 2 people that's about 75 mph, to get to my spot. It's about a 2 mile ride by boat so it wasn't a long ride, but today the water is really choppy causing the boat to rock and bounce more than normal, so I have to slow down. I saw a huge wave and knew I was going to hit it head on, it was going to bring the whole boat out of the water.

I warned April to hang on to something, we're about to jump this wave. She did, we jumped it, the back of the boat was at least 5 feet out of the water, then we hit hard.

It killed the engine, knocked the tackle box over, rods scattered around, and to my surprise and pleasure, April's right tit out of her top.

She hadn't noticed yet, and I just sat there while the boat came to rest staring with my mouth wide open. When she looked over at me and realized what I was gawking at, she hurried to tuck her beautiful breast back into her top.

I still remember it, her nipple so pink and hard, as hard as my dick had become again. All I wanted to do was suck and lick it, almost like it was begging me to.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't be hot for my stepmom, thats just fucking nasty. I shook it off, restarted the engine, and finished driving to the spot.

We got there, set up, and started fishing. I was in the front of the boat with the trolling motor, she was in the back on the only seat that had a backrest on it, leaning back as if she was purposely pushing her chest out for display. After an hour of silence, she spoke up, as soon as I heard her voice my heart sank to my balls.

She's going to call me out for staring at her tits, fuck, guess I am going back home. Sure enough she asked "so did you enjoy staring at my tits?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, it was a shock and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." I said, embarrassed.

"Ok, I get it. Don't worry about it, I fall out of this top all the time, it's too small really. I should just throw it away."

We fished until the sun set and packed up for the ride back to the landing. She was pretty tipsy now, so I got the truck and backed it in. April had already started the boat and was out a little ways, waiting for me to stop so she could trailer the boat.

She got the boat on the trailer, I pulled it out of the water and got out to finish getting it road ready. April was sitting on the back just staring out toward the lake.

"You ok?" I asked

"You think your dad would hurt me?" she asked with slurred words.

"Honestly, I don't know. I've seen his mean side, but he's different with you. He cares, or so he leads on, it's hard to read him sometimes."

"You wouldn't let him hurt me though would you?" she said sarcastically.

"No, not if I can help it, he won't hurt you if I'm around." I said, remembering why I'm still here.

"My own personal bodyguard, never had one before. Now come help me down before I break my leg."

I walk over to the back of the boat and she wraps her arms around my neck and hops into me, wrapping her legs around my back. Instinctively I put my hands on her ass to help hold her up as I back up a couple steps, staggering to keep my balance.

"Careful, you said you wouldn't let me get hurt." she whispered in my right ear.

"I got you, I ain't letting you fall." I whispered back.

"Carry me to the truck, I'm so tired!" she quipped, throwing her head back with a hand on her forehead.

"Your legs ain't broke, you can walk!" I said sarcastically.

I leaned forward to let her get her feet on the ground. She followed my lead, releasing her feet and taking her legs away from my waist. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she giggled.

"Someone enjoyed that a little too much!" she said, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

"Fuck!" I said, fumbling again to tuck my boner in my waistband.

While I was holding her, I paid no attention to the burning in my loins that was my cock getting hard. I awkwardly turned away as I tucked it in.

"Aww, I was enjoying the show. Why stop now? You got to see me, why can't I see you?" she pouted.

"There's a road right there, people driving up and down it. I can't or I might end up in jail with dad!"

"You're behind the boat, nobody would see." she giggled as she took a few steps toward me.

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked with shock in my voice.

She didn't have to answer, I saw it in her face, she was dead serious. She kept walking until she was inches from me and stopped.

"Can I see it bodyguard?" she asked seductively.

I was helpless, I sighed, lowered my head, and pulled my throbbing member out of my shorts for her viewing pleasure.

"Damn! Like father , like son!" she said with a grin on her face.

She reached her hand out and ran her index finger along the top of my shaft. I jumped a little when she touched me, unsure of where this was going.

Headlights to my rescue! A truck and boat turned off the road into the boat ramp, night fisherman getting ready to launch.

"Aww, guess that ends our fun huh?" she pouted.

We finished securing the boat and drove back home in silence, perhaps guilt filling both our minds for the show and tell we'd played today. Lisa was home from work when we got back, signaled by her shit brown 85 Camaro in the driveway.

I jumped in the shower, I needed it, I had to take care of a problem. It didn't take long, about 20 seconds, and I was spraying a family portrait onto the shower wall thinking about April lightly touching my hard dick, and replaying the image of her breast.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed it was awfully quiet. Usually VH1 is blaring 80's rock videos, or on a night April wanted to cry CMT blaring country videos. None of that tonight, just silence.

When I opened the door, my suspicion was confirmed. April passed out in the living room, on the couch of all places, so I made a makeshift bed on the floor and slept there. Sometime the next morning, the sun was just coming up, I awoke to find April was also on the floor asleep.

She was about 6 inches from me lying on her stomach, covered up with the same blanket as I was. Shocked, I jumped a little, but we were on the floor so she never felt it.

I am always horny in the morning, I masturbated every morning, nobody was up for hours after me anyway. I wanted to jerk off with my stepmom beside me, and I was REALLY horny this morning. I pulled the comforter over my head but left a gap so light could enter.

I saw April was still in that red bikini top, but now she had taken off her shorts and she wasn't wearing anything under those shorts.

My dick was so hard it was about to explode as I thought about her bare vagina being pressed into those tight shorts while she was out fishing alone with me, stroking the top of my dick while she was commando. My eyes fixed on her ass, she was a little behind the curve in that department, but what she lacked in ass she made up for in her chest, particularly given her short and small frame.

I let my eyes wander up and found her breasts smashed against the floor, her body weight making them bubble out between the floor and her torso. Her top had slid up a little, showing me the side and bottom profile of her left boob.

They were perfect, shockingly tan, meaning she tans nude. That drove me wild, and before I could talk myself down, I reached my hand out and lightly touched her left sideboob.

I froze as soon as I touched her breast.

What the fuck am I doing? I looked over at the couch and I saw an empty bottle of Southern Comfort. Damn, she drank the whole thing last night.

I look a little farther down the couch and see a towel. That is unusual, why is there a towel on the couch? Then, I saw her shorts on the floor, and it all crashed into my head like a freight train.

Her shorts were lying on the floor, towel on the couch, whiskey bottle empty, this naughty girl was masturbating on the couch while I was asleep on the floor. She feigned sleep on the couch so I would sleep on the floor. Her plan worked, and she finger fucked herself no more than 5 feet away from me, looking at me while I slept.

That's what I told myself anyway, and it gave me the courage I needed to slowly slide my hand from her sideboob to her bare ass. I stopped when I got there, studying her breathing, watching her movement, eyes, any indication she was awake.

I did not see one, and proceeded to move my hand from the cheek of her ass to the crack of her ass.

I just let my hand rest there, feeling and taking it all in, this was the closest my hand had ever been to a vagina before. The thought drove me wild, my heart pounding, breath shaky. The more I thought, the more aroused I became. I began to slide my hand farther down, desperate to find her pussy, but not experienced enough to know how far to go.

April sat up on her elbows and looked at me. I think I died a little, gasping and eyes wide open. I immediately pulled my hand away from her ass and laid back on the pillow, apologizing the whole time, covering my face with my hands.

She pulled my hands away from my face.

She then took her finger and put it over my lips, whispering "Stop apologizing!"

She removed her finger from my lips only to replace it with her own lips and kissed me for what seemed like an eternity.

I was as tense and stiff as a board, I have kissed girls before so it wasn't inexperience, it was complete shock and confusion, my stepmom was kissing me and I liked it!

She stopped and pulled back, her head over mine, only inches away. "I've seen you looking and staring at me since you got here, like I'm a piece of meat you want to taste." she said.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I will pack up and go back home when dad gets home from jail today." I replied, knowing I fucked up. She was sober now, this wasn't whiskey talking.

She sat up quickly, indian style, facing me. Her pussy was completely shaven, smooth as the day she was born. It looked puffy, but the shadow from such little daylight partially blocked the view. My dwindling hard on suddenly leapt back to life.

"Why the hell would you do that?" she asked.

"Because I can't keep seeing you like this, you're my stepmom, it's gross." I said.

She could see I was struggling to not look at her pussy, so she changed positions, nodding permission when she settled back. Now, leaning back onto her hands, she put her pretty little feet flat on the floor with her legs spread.

I had a full frontal view of my stepmom's glistening vagina. Fuck what a glorius sight it was. I shifted so my hard on wasn't tenting the covers, still unsure where this was headed, and a little embarrassed.

She tilted her head, almost as if puzzled, and finally asked "Are you a virgin, or are you gay?"

Pissed off, I sat up quickly, ripping the rest of the covers off myself incidentally, exposing my hard cock. "I'm not fucking gay! Yes, I'm a virgin, and I'm 19, and it sucks, OK!"

She sat back up, indian style again, and put her finger to her mouth.

"Shh!" She reached out with her other hand and grabbed my cock.

"Settle down, it's just you and me, two adults consenting to an experience."

My cock twitched when she touched it, I couldn't believe what was happening. She took my hand and pressed the back of it on her now sopping wet pussy.

"I believe this is what you were fishing for earlier." she seductively said.

"I don't know what to do, I've never touched one before." I admitted.

She released her grip on my dick and said "Let me teach you. Watch what I do with my hands and fingers, I will show you where it feels good."