Try to get those other names

As you pull into your driveway, you come to the decision that you'll give Lisa a call to try and get the names of her friends she was telling you about. You make your way to your room and sit at your desk, pulling out a pen and paper to jot down the names and numbers. Lisa answers the phone quickly. "David, I wasn't expecting to hear from you so quickly. How's the rest of your morning gone?"

"Better than I could have ever imagined Lisa. That's actually why I'm calling you. You and your friends have made me realize that I've been missing out on a source of incredible sex, and I want to experience as much as I can. Do you think you could give me the names and numbers of those other friends you were telling me about?"

"My god it must be good to be young! You've gone through all of us and are still looking for more?! Well, OK. If you think you can handle them, I know two other women that are always ready to fuck. Emma and Tricia. Both are married and neither husband is aware of what they do, so if the husbands are around, you might be out of luck. If so, you can always give me a call and we can have a second go."

You laugh at her remark, loving how easy these women are. "Oh definitely Lisa. I'm sure I wouldn't regret seeing you again today. Either way, I promise we'll get together again soon. I owe you for these names so you'll have to figure out how you want me to pay you back. By the way, have you talked to these women already? Do they know I might be calling?"

"No, I didn't want to call them and get their hopes up unless I knew for sure you were going to call them. Like I said though, they're always ready to fuck. Just let them know you got their names and numbers from me and you'll be all set." She gives you the numbers and warns you to not let her wait too long before calling her to fuck again before hanging up.

As you get ready to dial the first number, a feeling of familiarity strikes you. Looking at the name, then back at the number, you think to yourself, "No, it can't be." then pull up your address book in your phone. Scrolling down quickly, you find the name you were looking for, and open it up, seeing that in fact, the name and number matches! "Holy shit!" you exclaim out loud in disbelief. "No fuckin' way! My stepmom?!" What are the chances that Lisa would give you the name of your stepmom? Your mind races taking in this new information. Your stepmom is cheating on your dad and does it so often that she's tops on Lisa's list of women you should contact because she's so willing to fuck!

Your parents got divorced when you were in your senior year of high school and your dad remarried when you were a sophomore in college. You've been out of the house since you graduated, so you're really only around your dad and stepmom for family gatherings and, though she's always been pleasant, you can honestly say you don't know her that well. You remember back to the first time you met her and remember thinking "What's this woman doing with my dad? She's fucking hot! It's gotta be for his money!" Not that you don't like your dad, it's just that he's let himself go a bit over the years and Emma certainly has not. She had obviously had some work done over the years to help out, but good work, not some shitty, discount job that made her face look like it was stretched across her skull. She also kept herself in great shape with regular exercise classes, and apparently regular fucking. If you were being honest, you'd have to admit that there's been several times where you've taken the opportunity to stare at her ass when she was bending over, have glanced down her shirt at her ample cleavage, and have had a couple nights where you've even jerked yourself off thinking about her after seeing her in a bikini tanning by the pool.

That last thought brings you back to the present and the realization that there's a possibility you could do more than just peak at her if you figure out how to play your cards right. A plan starts to form in your head that you think might just work and you decide to put it in action.