Shelby both loves and hates her new stepmother. Part of her thinks she's a gold digging bimbo, and part of her is sexually attracted to her. Either way, she doesn't like her being married to her dad. She searches for reasons to break up the marriage. One day, while snooping through her stepmother's things, she finds a box of sex toys and confronts her with it. Things don't go as planned. Before Shelby knows it, her stepmother is using one of the toys on her.
This is a short story that features graphic and explicit depictions of hardcore lesbian sex. It is intended only for mature adults over the age of 18.
Lynne held up the big, black strap-on. “Ever think I might actually use it on your father?”
I shoved my fingers in my ears. “I’m not listening. La-la-la-la-la! Not Listening, you hear? La-la-la-la-la-la-la!”
“Come on, Shelby, that’s really mature.”
“Is somebody talking? I don’t know. Because I’m not listening!” I squeezed my eyes shut. “La-la-la-la-la-la-la!”
“Ever think that he might like it? A lot.”
“That’s gross.” I was really beginning to regret rooting through my stepmother’s things. Ever since she moved in after the wedding, my dad gave her one room to turn into her “office” or private space. I had been snooping through her stuff, and I had hoped I would find something scandalous. If I could get her into trouble, maybe my daddy would see her as a money-grubbing slut and dump her like the whore I thought she was. Of course, maybe it was just sexual jealousy at work? Still, I thought I had found a gold mine when I happened onto a box of sex toys. So, I thought I would confront her. “Gross, gross, gross,” I said.
“Your dad doesn’t seem to think so.”
“Seriously, stop.” I stared at my stepmother. Part of me wanted to slap Lynne silly. “Stop lying.”
“I’m not lying.” Lynne crossed her arms. “I don’t…”
“Oh, shut up,” I snapped. “We both know you’re a gold digging bimbo…”
“Be careful of what you say, Shelby. I’m trying to like you.” She frowned. “Besides, I love your father.”
“Oh really?” Now I crossed my arms over my breasts. I furrowed my brows at her. “Then why do you have a rainbow tattoo on your shoulder?”
Lynne’s mouth dropped open. “Ever think I just might like looking at rainbows?”
I laughed out loud. “Fat chance.” My heart seemed to inch up my throat ...