On more than one occasion I got to see her whole breast in his hand, her large areola, and her fat nipple too. She just laughed about it, but at fifte...n I was very impressionable.Then a couple of months ago my stepmother started bending over in front of me or reaching up high so that her shirt would ride up high enough to show me her pussy and ass cheeks. I noticed that she did it more often when dad wasn’t around but she did it in front of him too. He would look at me, laugh, and then he would. I had about an 8th of a tank, which was probably not enough to get me to the rest stop, that would be the most discrete. I stopped at the first gas station I passed on the way home. I parked near the door, and did a quick pat down and did not feel any undetected cum spots on my shirt. I walked quickly to the bathroom and used some wet paper towels to dab the cum remnants off my shirt and pants.As I drove home, I played over and over in my head, how easily I surrendered myself to his big black. Her grandfather Peter had come from Belfast runnin’ from the Brits and so she was here, amid the birds and trees and berries and fruit and laughter and she still hated the Brits and their thieving ways and Gregory was her second to oldest child, second to oldest son. And he’d gone wrong. Bernice would sit in her room in the trailer, which smelled of cream and velimints, and watch her own television, as she didn’t like baseball nor my father none whatsoever mind you, though once in a blue moon. Maine fir uske haath par kiss kiya. Woh nazre jhukake muskurai.“Radhika, tumhe pata hai ki shadi ke baad kya hota hai,” maine kaha.Usne apna sar haan mein hilaya.“Kya hota, batao zara?” maine kaha.“Ji… Ji mujhe sharam aati hai,” Radhika sharmate hue boli.“Sharam kaisi. Main toh tumhara pati hoon ab. Pati se kya sharmana,” maine dheeme se kaha.“Ji, woh…” itna bolke uske apna chehra mere seene mein chhupa liya.“Achcha suno, film dekhogi?” maine kaha.“Ji, teek hai,” usne jawab diya.Maine apna.