An Interrption Of Our Final Day Together

Day six with Helen went by faster than I would have wanted, but I guess that was how time went when the day was used to learn more personal likes and dislikes about my new step mother. Of course Ice cream, alcohol and pizza help the time pass. And in a way I couldn’t believe that we didn’t even think about having sex.

I barely emember kissing Helen outside my bedroom door before turning in for the night. Much like the day, the night was spent alone, so I had no problem sleeping! When I rolled over in the morning I stretched and got dressed in a skimpy t-shirt and a pair of short shorts!

I went down to the kitchen and found Helen, I still wasn’t able to call Helen, stepmother! After all only in porns would stepmothers and stepdaughters do what we have done. Helen had a little tub of yogurt in front of her, spooning it into her mouth as I went and got a cup of coffee.

I took a seat across from Helen and was promptly told something that disappointed me. “So you know Cathy, that your father comes home sometime today. So our time together will be curbed!” Then as if to give me some hope, “But I promise you that when it’s just you and me And you’re willing I’ll be all over you, until you cum for your stepmother!”

And I don’t know why, but I actually tried to goad her into another encounter! “Promses, Promises!” Then, “Did dad say went he was going to be home?”

Helen answered me and raised her right eyebrow understanding the reason for my question! “No, he just said sometime today!”

So I got up and came around the table and took Helen’s head in both of my hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Helen softened when she put her arms around my waist and pulled me even tighter to her. Before long we were in the living room removing our clothes. Our hands started to traverse each other’s breasts, stomachs and went down between each other’s legs.

Then Helen had me flat on my back on the couch! Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss, our fingers were inside each other’s pussy, finger fucking each other. We both cried out in pleasure.Maybe that was why we never heard the sound of the door opening. Never saw dad come in!

It wasn’t until he was standing at the end of the couch, and spoke that Helen and I acknowledged his being home. “Well I have to say this isn’t how I pictured coming home and finding the pair of you!”

We both gasped but neither of us removed our fingers at first. But when dad began to remove his clothes, I couldn’t be out of there fast enough!

“Sorry little girl for ruining your time with your stepmother, but it’s been more than a week since I’ve been in those arms!”

Helen looked at me and mouthed, I promise this isn’t over between us! She held out her arms for dad to cover her body and kiss her. It wasn’t long before I heard Helen gasp as dad penetrated her pussy. Then they wer fucking as only a man and his wife could.

I went to the bathroom, after a fast trip to my bedroom to get my little buddy. In the shower I fucked my pussy with my little buddy as warm water ran down my back. It may have taken longer than Helen would have done, but i got off then cleaned myself up before going back to my room. I got into a bikini, wrapped my legs with a towel and made my way out to the pool.

I was laying on my back beside the blue water, sunbathing when dad came out!

“I can’t believe that I didn’t come home to a knock-em-down and drag-then-out fight between you and Helen? Isn’t that the common relationship between stepmothers and stepdaughter?”

“Oh we had moments but then Helen showed me the benefits of having a stepmother!”

I didn’t elaborate on what I meant but I’m sure dad could figure it out just from how he found us earlier.

“Cathy, I can’t tell you what the two of you getting along does for me. And I promise, I’ll make sure Helen has time for you when you need her!”

“Oh dad you have no idea what that means to me, especially now that mom’s gone!”

Helen came out with a tray of three iced tea, took it over to the small round patio table and placed it down on it. “Anyone up for an iced tea?”

Dad helped me up and we went over to the table and took a seat. Dad besides Helen and me across from her. Then it was my turn to make us laugh! “What no sandwiches, what type of mother are you?”

And I answered that in my head, The kind that teaches her budding lesbian daughter how to be a better lesbian than she was, that kind!