She looked at me in total scorn and I nearlyjumped out of my skin when she suddenly shouted for me not to go in theredressed in my painting overalls. ...he said that she didn't want me inthere in my filthy clothes and she didn't want tea tasting of painteither.I felt in a total predicament, the walls closing in around me, I didn'thave a change of clothes and I was feeling very trapped.It was then that the phone rang and she answered it, leaving me standingin the hallway wishing that my wife would. She had come to my bed in the middle of the night. My Stepmother said she had to have me. We had some serious sex and then fell asleep. She must have woke up at some point and left my room. I wonder if she got back to my Dad's bed before he woke up. I went to take a shower. Standing in the hot water I stroked my big cock and thought of her. She was my Stepmother, but she was having sex with me. I couldn't help myself even though I knew it was wrong. I would do anything she asked. Where was. Johnson or Jo as she preferred to be called. She came to take all my details upon my arrival. Immediately I noticed her accent was not from London, in fact it sounded a lot like my own being from South Yorkshire, It turned out that Jo was from Doncaster and I was from Sheffield only 18 miles away.This led to us striking up an instant rapport; she asked me, "So how come you live in London?" I came to London in 1976; to teach the southerner's some manners, as the job is not finished I am stuck!". I said okay n acted as if i was busy with my studies n was expecting something to happen. Hmm!! My bhabhi called me loudly n asked for shampoo even my mom was at home busy watching tv. I went near her draw n gave her the shampoo bottle. But thing is she didn’t even start her bath she asked me to get in but rejected but requested her to show her body nude n she shown me her body as per my request. She was awesome with no fat in her body with pretty size boobs n ass. Again she invited me to get.