I took those stories off my computer and went back to bed.The next morning before he went to work he yelled at me again."You put those stories on my c...mputer despite you telling me you don't go there anymore," he yelled. "Thou shall not be a false witness!"He had found out from mom that I had gone there."You went there despite me telling you not to!" he continued in a controlled angry voice. "Honor thy father and mother!"I tried to walk away from his yelling. I had never seen him this angry. ‘Thank God it’s dry,’ I thought. The cider was having an effect too as my glances were becoming longer and more obvious. At one point Tricia caught me looking at Jane’s crotch and said, “Jane,” as she glanced down at her crotch. Jane replied, “Whoops. I’ve been fighting to stay covered but I guess it’s a losing battle. You haven’t been looking have you James?” “Who me?” I replied. “Yes you. You might say you weren’t looking but your body is betraying you,” she said as she looked down at my. Three times. A stomach-stitching laugh tore from her lips, mingling with the orgasm in such a way that her giggles were more like tiny, hiccuping moans. Then his body was on top of hers, capturing her lips in a rough kiss, and she moaned, tasted herself on his tongue, started to feel light headed from the aftertaste of spiced whiskey. Her hips rose up, pressing against his jean covered crouch, grinding furiously against him as she clawed his back. She hadn’t felt anything like this in a long. She was moaning and groaning and making all kinds of noises. I’d never seen a women do those kinds of things to herself. It was very arousing to watch. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I stroked my cock from my base to my head and watched my stepmother fuck herself with this enormous toy. I was so hard, while I tugged on my cock. I got braver and walked into her room. She didn’t even see me as she was busy with her dildo. Next thing I know, she’s looking at me jerking my cock. .