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Amarachi rolled over and for a step Mummy lost control of her top, giving me a fairly long glance at her right breast. I think I saw her smiling as she caught my long appreciative stare at her dark nipple.

"Now this side." she smiled, snuggling the breast back into its cup and tugging both into place.

I did her legs but she took over before I got a shot at those luscious boobs.

"Thanks, sweetheart." I knew I was dismissed. "Your step Mom will kill me if I don't do the rest myself."

I dutifully rubbed the oil into my step Mom's back while they exchanged the lively form of sisterly banter that I heard so much of I could almost repeat it like a script. But I was comfortable enough to sit astride step Mom's bottom and legs while I worked. Being in contact with her deliciously soft bottom for this long with a good excuse was exquisite pleasure.

I worked my way down her legs and they finally turned their jokes to slightly off-color references to me which they thought I was too young to catch onto. I finally drifted off and took a swim.

Amarachi left in the middle of the afternoon and step Mom and I were in the pool.

"Are you going to start having dates, step Mom? Like Aunt Amarachi said?"

"I don't think so. What do you think? Not that anyone is beating down my door to ask me," she smiled and rubbed my head.

"I guess it's OK." I looked away. I wasn't sure how that would actually make me feel.

"Well, let's not worry about it. I'm happy having you as my date anyway."

"Why don't we, have a date, I mean?" I said. "I mean, like you and Dad used to have dinner together in the dining room and send me off to bed? You know, you still have that blue dress."

She looked at me intensely and a smile broke out. "What do you know about my old blue dress?"

"I remember that Dad liked it!"

"Whaaaaat?"

I was caught. I'm sure I looked sheepish.

"Yeah. I used to sneak back downstairs and watch."

"Oh my God!" she said. "Good Grief! Peeping tom! What did you watch?"

"Kissin' and stuff."

"Oh. We did enjoy that." she smiled and looked sad for a step Mummy and then brightened.

"O.K. Let's do it. What shall we have to eat? I accept your invitation!"

"Plantains." I offered. "And wine."

"Done. I have to see if I have that old blue dress. Or will another one do?"

"Blue."

"Let's go get dressed then, date."

I put on my Sunday best spots coat and came into her room. She was fresh out of the shower, in lacy white panties and bra.

She was stepping into a half slip and I frowned as the panties were covered from my prying eyes. She noticed and pulled it all the way up to cover her bra too. She gave me a look full of love and amusement.

Dark brown tops of nylon stockings were pulled taut and fastened to a white garter belt and she slipped into high heel shoes.

"I'll bet I can't wear this bra with that dress." she muttered.

She slipped the dress over her head and then reached up under it to pull the half slip down to her waist. She turned and looked back at me.

"Does it show? Can you see my bra strap?"

I nodded self consciously.





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She slipped the dress over her head and then reached up under it to pull the half slip down to her waist. She turned and looked back at me.

"Does it show? Can you see my bra strap?"

I nodded self consciously.

In fascinated astonishment I watched as she unsnapped the bra and whisked it out from under the dress. Her breasts blossomed into the silky blue fabric and she bustled to the dresser to find another.

"What on earth did I wear with this?" The dress was low cut in the back and had a slash in front from the neck band almost to the waist.

"Oh, I know. I don't have that bra anymore. I'll have to go without. Is that OK? You will have to be a gentleman and not look!" she laughed.

"You look beautiful, Mom!"

"Thank you, Prince!" she said. "Now let's get those plantains fixed and that wine poured."

We sat side by side and the candles cast dazzling shadows and glistening shards of light against the walls. step Mom sat there in the slinky dress Dad liked so much. She crossed her legs and the dark bands of her stockings showed the clasps of her garter belt through the long slit in the skirt.

My eyes kept straying to the gaping opening which was like a puppet stage for step Mom's swaying breasts. She kept up a lively conversation with her adoring son. In the background Mozart was what she wanted.


I turned to another page in the diary.

Diary: "Oh dear. It gets more complicated. It seems that Mercy and Prince have made up since the looking up skirt episode a couple years ago.

I came home early and found them playing strip poker in the garden house. I just passed the window and glanced in. Prince was in his underwear and the little girl just slipping out of her panties and tossing them across the table.

Cute, really, but of course it raises all sorts of issues for me. How do I keep them from actually experimenting sexually? And what if her step Mom finds out? She'll go bananas again. Good grief! As a first step, I bought some condoms and gave brief instructions. I hope I am doing the right things. It is all very normal, but complicated, like everything about sex, I guess. And I am finding the panties in my panty drawer tossed about when I come home. Must be Prince ... my normal teenager, with all those hormones. Wonder if he thinks of me when he does it?"

The memory of that day came back clear as a bell:

It was shattering. Mercy had slipped her hands under the short skirt and pulled a pretty pair of yellow panties down her legs.

Her eyes watched me continuously as she slowly slipped them down her legs and tossed them to me.

Just as I caught them with a grin and had them half way to my nose, step Mom walked in. I wanted to fall through the floor.

"Ummmm, uh?" she began.

Mercy screamed and pushed her skirt down over those naked pubes and grabbed for her bra and blouse. "I'm sorry Mrs.Samuel... "

She struggled to get her little breasts into the cups of the tiny bra decorated with little blue flowers along the edge.

"It's OK, Mercy. Sit down. Please. Listen kids, it's normal. We all go through this. But, it is complicated. Your step Mom and father won't like it Mercy. You know that."




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She nodded and her face reddened in spite of herself. "Even me. And it was similar to you, the first time."

"You did it more often?"

She smiled a crooked smile.

"Sure, but never mind, we are talking about you! But while we are talking, could we just have a little sex talk between us? Would that be OK? I've been wanting to. You know, to be as helpful as I can. I told you to ask anything, but you ... you don't seem to ask me," she trailed off.

"I'm OK, step Mom."

"I know, I know. I know that at least sometimes you ... well ... you use ... or hold ... touch ... my panties, I mean in my panty drawer, Prince dear. Is it OK if I mention that it's OK with me? So you don't feel guilty or that you have to sneak around about it?"

" ... uh ... you're not mad?" I muttered, looking at my feet.

"No. Curious though, does that mean ... you sometimes think ... er ... think of me when you ... you know?"

I nodded, my face red and my temperature hitting a new high.

"I'm sorry about spilling on..." I said.

"No, it's all right. I have to admit that I find it a bit of a thrill when I know you had my underwear close to your body. And that you were excited. I don't think I'm supposed to admit that. But it's true. It's true!" She bit her lip and rolled her eyes.

"Now, what do you know about condoms?"

I shrugged and looked away.

"Well, I would rather you learned from me than on the street, I guess? Let's go in the house."

She sat across the kitchen table and took a banana from the bowl. "It's simple. You open it."

I struggled and she restrained herself from doing it for me. At last I ripped the package and the ring fell out on the table.

She balanced it on her fingertip and I watched as she unrolled it just a little and left it draped over that delicate, long finger with its polished crimson nail.

"You have to handle it carefully, so you don't put a hole in it. Here, feel it."

I put my fingers around hers and felt the rubbery condom and what seemed like a slippery coating. We were both staring at our fingers toying with the rubber and her middle finger.

"Now then, the important thing is to put it one carefully and allow a little room at the end, so that when you ... when you cum ... inside the girl." She took a deep breath. I looked up and could see that she was blushing at the thought. "Well when ... you

As I watched, she put the ring over the banana, pinched the end and rolled it down the yellow shaft. The sight of her hand jacking the banana to unroll the rubber made me very hard.

"There, you see ... a little room at the end ... to catch ... to catch your sperm. And it is lubricated ... so ... well so that ... if she isn't ... moist ... it will slip in ... you know?"

She demonstrated by pushing the banana through the circle of her fingers and I quickly nodded, eager to get away.




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