This story is about my “step mother” or as my siblings and I call her my dads wife. My parents were divorced about 20 years ago or so and my fathe... remarried not to long afterwards. He married a woman about his same age and we will call her Florence for this story.When I met Florence about 20 years ago she was a very quiet woman who back then was not to bad looking for a woman in her late 40’s but as time when on I could tell we didn’t see to many things eye to eye. We never really hit it off. I lifted her waist with both hands and she took my dick inside her pinky. And then slowly slowly i started stroking with my dick inside her. She gave a loud shout on the first stroke and then started crying, I asked what happen and then she said that it was paining a lot as she was getting fucked after a long time. I asked her shall I stop but she denied, infact she was enjoying this pain after a long time and she was feeling great. That gave me more confidence and I soon increased the speed. Her face was expressionless but hercheeks had two rosy patches, probably from the wine, and her eyes were wideand filled with interest. He knew then that she wouldn't say anything, wouldn'tcall out to stop his shameful display, as her livelihood depended on his wife.The interest in her eyes told him she was also enjoying the spectacle. His ankles were shackled, he couldn't run, although he had thought aboutit seventeen times before. There was no escape , he thoughtas he watched as his wife. "I just didn't plan to wrap... I have a gift bag." Hethought for a second. "Hold on, I have an idea of where she might haveit."He disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a huge roll ofwrapping paper and a roll of tape. I had him set it on the floor andthen shooed him out. "Keep Mommy busy for a little bit?" I asked."How?" You'll figure something out..." I shook my head but didn't want togive him any suggestions aloud. I'd had enough awkward moments of beingin the room with them kissing.