She was flirty and loved to party.My father divorced her when I was three and he came home early. Do I need to explain? Thought not. I really don't se... or hear from him much except for a birthday card once a year.Her next husband, David, was a long-distance trucker, kind of rough around the edges kind of guy, loved C&W and lots of beer. He came home early, too. I was twelve at the time and was there in the house when he came in. It was not pleasant.Then, three years ago, my mom married her. Lynette pulled the dress over her head I liked what I saw, she had a gap between her legs and more than a little hair on her pussy. Lynette got on the bed when I eased a finger in her pussy I knew she was wet enough.I got busy easing my thickness into her tight pussy slowly, until I bottomed out and then I began right then pounding her pussy hard. The sighs and whimpers were like music to my ears, but she was trying to draw blood on my back, damn she was trying so hard to undo me and I wasn’t. “Like WHAT do you think YOU’RE gonna do to me?” she said in a sarcastic tone. What was I going to do? I thought for another moment, and in the deepest, darkest most sinister tone I could muster I pronounced “I am gonna’ fuck you till you can’t walk or see straight”.She started laughing uncontrollably at my lame threat. “Shit, you not even man enough to drink with me, much less man enough to fuck me!” she challenged. I downed her silly purple mix and grabbed the bottle of Jack from her and gave. My cock was very hard once again. "Holy cow Ellen! You look beautiful." I looked at Dan and his wife and said, "I think it's time to go back to Ellen's room. Mrs. Wilson had also brought along a cobalt blue silk robe. It had mid-forearm sleeves and was a short robe on Mrs. Wilson. On Ellen it hung beautifully, the hem of the robe at her knees.I held Ellen's hand as we walked to her bedroom. The towel was still on the bed with traces of blood on it. Dan and Mrs. Wilson sat on two chairs.