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The hated stepmother
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My mother died when I was six years old. This was obviously a crushing blow to one so young, but my dad did his best to make me normal. My father honored the memory of my mother and didn't date for a few years. However, he was a handsome man and a great catch for any lucky woman. Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by istanbul travesti her actions toward me that she hated me as much as I despised her. The situation got progressively worse. One Saturday morning I woke up and walked into the living room wearing only my boxers, knowing that Dad,Angie,and Patsy were going to the beach. I was surprised to find Angie watching TV and I said " I thought you were going to the beach " . She said that she didn't feel well and told them to go on alone. In spite of my loathing for her, I have to admit she was a luscious looking woman and I felt a slight stir in my loins but quickly dismissed it. I did feel somewhat embarrassed that all I had on was my boxers and istanbul travestileri started to head back to my room. However. I was curious about a football score from the night before and asked Angie " can I change the channel for a second to find out who won the game last night " ? Angie replied " no I am watching this show, you can wait until later " . I pleaded " aw it will only take second and I will turn it right back " . She then turned to look at me and said " no,don't bother me and get the hell out of here " . I guess the years of pent up hatred caused me to explode . I charged at her and said " shut the fuck up, you can't tell me what to do " . She was half lying on the couch as I travesti istanbul approached her and leaned up to take a swing at me. She was still in her silk pajamas with wide,loose bottoms that I think are called tap pants. In any case. I easily avoided her swing and caught her arm. Now, we are both seething with rage. As she struggles to strike me again, I hold her back and one of her legs slides off the couch. Now I have one leg between hers , trying to calm her down. She squirms even more and, as she does, those wide legged pants slide even further open, and without almost noticing , I look down and and see that her pussy is completely exposed to me. Even though I despise her, the sight of her starts to make me become aroused. She continues to struggle, not seeing that I am quickly becoming hard as a rock. As we continue to struggle , I try to force my weight against her to keep her still. As I press against her. my cock slides right through the opening in my boxers and it is suddenly between her legs, right at her pussy.
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