My continuing affair with my step mom part two

After two semesters and a summer session at the community college, my girlfriend (now wife of 6 years) and I transferred to a small private college about an hour and a half away from my dad and step mom’s house. Around the same time, my step mom had become addicted to pain killers and alcohol (and the mixture of the two). She had several cosmetic surgeries after her stomach stapling which is when she developed her addiction. She had a tummy tuck, thigh tuck, butt tuck… any flabby skin that was left as a result of losing 250+ pounds was cut and tucked. Her addictions proved to be too much of a strain on her marriage to my father and she had at least one affair (outside of her and I) before she left him.

My dad, being the nice guy and still madly in love with her would take her in when her new boyfriend would kick her out. He went to the jail house to get her out of the drunk tank after several DUI’s and drunk and public charges. She would come and go, but I kept my distance. She had said some mean and hurtful things to me and my girlfriend and I was worried that if I got involved with her again, she would blow my cover or worse. I did not know where she had been and who she had been with, I did not need an STD as a sophomore in college with a girlfriend who was looking more and more like she would be my wife.

I did not see my step mom for a little over 2 years. I was on winter break in my senior year of college, I had just proposed to my girlfriend on Christmas Eve and was working part time at the job I had when I was at the community college. I was the on-call camera man for the news channel during a severe winter storm. I had been staying with my mom and step dad and was called in to work around one o’clock in the morning. I was called in before the storm was to hit so I would be ready to go to cover the road condtions. The storm came earlier than predicted and we got pounded with a fast 4 inches of snow. By about 10am that morning the roads had been cleared and I was sent home for the day.

Dad had called me the day prior to tell me that there was mail at the house for me and to stop by sometime and get it. On my way back to my mom’s I had to go right past the exit for my dad’s so I decided to stop. I also decided that since he would be at work and the house empty, I would chill out at his house, watch a few porn movies and jerk my 6 inch cock a few times. (I would not be seeing my fiance until the weekend.)
I turned the corner heading to his house and saw my step mom’s car in the drive way.I stopped my car 2 houses down and called him at work from my cell phone.

“Dad, did you know that her car is at your house?”
“Yes son, I did not think to tell you. She got kicked out by R___ again and had no where to go. I understand if you don’t want to see her so I will gather your mail and meet you somewhere tomorrow with it.” He told me
“No its ok, I have not seen her for a couple of years, I am over it. I will be civil and go in and chat with her.” is what I said. But what I was thinking was, “Me, Her, Alone, YESSSSS!!!!!”

The front door was open and the music from the enterainment system was blasting. I walked in and found her in the kitchen, standing at the sink in short, tight shorts and a tank top. The shorts were tight enough to see that she had no panties on due to a lack of panty lines and I know her well enough to know that when she is at home, she never wears a bra. She was dancing and singing while standing barefoot at the sink washing the dishes. She always did make a good housewife.

I quietly leaned against the refridgerator and waited for her to notice me. I smiled and laughed to myself at her free-form “dance as if no one is watching” moves. She had let herself go some, probably due to the drugs and alcohol, but was still very attractive.

After a few moments of her uninhibited dancing, she caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. She jumped back, startled that I was standing there. When she caught herself she said “Hey you!!!” in an excited voice and then looked sheepishly at the floor, remembering all of the things she had said and names she had called me and my now fiance. “I hope you don’t hate me.”

“Don’t be silly,” I told her “I could never hate you. I know that it was not you talking, but the drugs and alcohol.”

She walked up, gave me a hug and held me tight.