My continuing affair with my step-mom part 3, the final chapter

This is the story of the last time I saw my step-mom. You should probably read all of my previous stories about my step-mom and I before reading this so you have the full understanding of the relationship that we shared.

It had been a year since I last saw her. I graduated from college in May and started my new job (which I hated), got married in the fall to my high school sweetheart and bought our first home in the begining of the Winter. We made it through the Holidays and the New Year before we had any winter weather. It was not until the middle of January before the snow came. My wife and I woke up to a beautiful snow covered winter weekend morning. After the snow stopped, I realized that we did not own a snow shovel, and with us just starting out we could not really afford to go out and buy one.

I called my dad and asked if he had one that I could borrow, or if I could get the one that was my grand dad’s. My dad said that he would go and buy me one to help me out and that he would get it to me as soon as he could.

The snow melted off the driveway and roads almost as fast as it came. Since I hated my job, I was actively looking for another one and had an interview set up in a city about an hour west of where we lived. Dad had called the day before my interview and told me that he had gotten me a new snow shovel and that he would bring it to me the first chance that he could. I told him that I would just hop on the interstate after my interview and drive the hour and a half to his house to pick it up.

“OK, it is in the Jeep and the keys will be on the table in the door way of the house.” he told me.
“OK great. I am not sure what time I will be there, it all depends on how long this interview takes.”
“Thats fine, I have to work all day so I will not be there. But, I think I should tell you that D_____ is there at the house. Her and R___ are officially done. She had no place to go so she is staying with me until she can get back on her feet.”

As soon as he said that my mind started to race. I knew that being a newlywed meant that I should not go and put myself in the position to cheat on my bride. I also knew that all it would take is seeing her again and it would be on.

Now, it has been said that once you put a ring on a woman’s finger, the blow jobs stop completely and the sex diminishes drastically. That may not be true for some guys, but for me, it was very true. I guess my wife figured she had done what she needed to secure a husband, and now that she had one, she could slack off on her wifely duties. Perhaps if she hadn’t I would not be writing this story.

The morning of my interview came. I had planned on going to dad’s to get my shovel and then to my mom’s to visit for a while before going home in time to be there when my wife got off of work. I was allowed to dress casualy for my current job, which I normally did. This morning, however, since I was leaving at lunch time for my interview, I dressed in a white dress shirt, black suit pants and my freshly shined, black dress shoes.

After work, I ran out to the car, put my tie and jacket on and headed to my interview. I was anxious for several reasons, the obvious being my interview. But what was really weighing on my mind was what I would do if my step-mom was there at the house when I got there. I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew what I should do, and the two thoughts were conflicting.

The intverview went well until they gave me a personality test. Not that I have a bad personality, but sometimes I am too honest and told the truth about an altercation I had been in at one of my previous jobs. It goes with out saying that I did not get the job, and to be honest, I am glad I didn’t… but that is neither here nor there.

I left the interview, still in my suit and got on the interstate. The drive from there normally would have taken an hour and a half, but with the excitement/nervousness I must have been driving well above the speed limit. I remember thinking when I pulled up to the house that I was not ready to go in yet.

The whole drive I kept going back and fourth in my head about what I was going to do. I had decided that I was not going to prompt the situation, but if she wanted it, who was I to deny her?

When I got to the house, I took a deep breath and got out of my car. I checked myself over in the reflection of the window and straightend my tie. I walked slowly, but confidently up to the front door. It was open so I walked in.

My step-mom was sitting in the living room on the computer, chatting with her now ex-boyfriend who was trying to get her back. The year since I had seen her last had definitly taken its toll on her, as well as her continued use of drugs and alcohol. But there was still something about her that was magicly beautiful.

She was sitting in a long T-shirt, her hair was a total mess. It was obvious that she had not been out of bed long and was probably nursing a pretty severe hangover. The material of the shirt hung losely over her saggy tits, but her thick nipples were obviously hard as they were straining for relief under the shirt.

“Hey!” she said “Your dad told me that you would be stopping by sometime today to get something out of the Jeep.”
“Yeah, I had an interview and came straight from there to here.