She going to fuck me! But she didn't.She slid back, rose up a little and positioned her pussy directly over my face. She was sitting up and her pussy ...as above me, not more than an inch or so away from my face. She stayed there for a moment, as if to tease me, or perhaps to dare me into sticking my tongue out and tasting her. As I was contemplating doing just that she leant forward slightly and moved her hands back to my cock and got back to the business of wanking me.In doing that, her pussy. My dad, Jim, had married my stepmom Andrea when I was 12, so I’d grown up with her as a fixture in my life. My natural mom died when I was three, and I barely remember her. She drove home from the bar way too shitfaced to even walk one night and went off the side of a mountain pass. Apparently, dad and Linda, my mom, had a real messed up, sick alcoholic relationship, but, when she passed, dad got his act together real quick, went to rehab, and stopped drinking. I remember how once my grandma. Although it was only a few minutes before she started to quietly snore, it felt like hours. He turned out the lights then gave her an additional five minutes before he slowly and quietly slipped out of bed. He watched her for a minute to be sure she didn’t awaken, then tip-toed to Beth’s bedroom. He opened the door to find her standing next to her bed. She was completely naked and was a vision of young sexy womanhood. His cock instantly swelled and rose as he admired her beauty. “Fuck me,. I decided on the jug of orange juice, I started to put the bottle to my lips but thought better of it, and looked for a glass. As I sat on the stool at the kitchen counter trying to reach some level of cognition, I could hear a slight snore coming from the living room. I had not noticed during my trip from the bedroom to the kitchen, that TJ had camped on the couch. Likely, he stayed to be on hand in case I needed anything due to my earlier wasted condition. I finished the juice, looked around.