It Happened The Night After My Father Died

This can be interpreted badly, but here goes. A long, long time ago I was in an accident with my father. He died and I was caught in the car, upside down with him. It was traumatic and serious, anything could have happened. I was rescued many hours later and I went to spend a few days with my mother. Actually, I had to go live with my mother.

That first night after the accident I was feeling lonely, a feeling that took over my whole being. I went downstairs to my mother's room and got in bed with her. After falling asleep I felt my step dad grabbing me, pulling me to him. He had me in a grip I couldn't break and he started humping me. His hard penis was up against my back and my butt crack, rubbing hard in a rhythm. It was new to me, an overwhelming good feeling, he started to push down my panties until he had my butt totally clear and I could feel his penis in my butt crack. He got me under him and my legs opened enough for him to get his penis in my vagina and he fucked me until he came in a series of thrusts harder than when he was fucking me.

I pulled my panties up and wormed over to my mother, she put her arms around me and I slept until morning. I didn't say anything, I kept my mouth shut. My step dad didn't say anything either, it was like it never happened. Fortunately I didn't get pregnant. I lived with my mother and my step dad until I left home to get married. My step dad took real good care of me, he spoiled me, and my Mother told me it was because I lost my father. My step dad kissed me on the lips, always. Every kiss was on the lips and I kissed him on the lips and some kisses were longer than just a quick hello or good bye. My step dad hugged me tight and I hugged him back, I liked being in his arms and I liked when he gripped me so I couldn't escape.

Many times while I lived with them I saw my step dad have sex with my mother. There was a no closed doors policy in our house. I stood in the doorway watching them, quiet as a church mouse. When he mounted on her and she opened her legs for him I always got this sensation of his penetration. I loved to watch until he finished with her and rolled off of her. My mother never told me not to watch. We would have these long eye to eye stares after she had sex until I broke off and went back to my room. Later, on the day I was getting married my mother held me to her and told me that I should never under any circumstances tell my husband about that night after my father died.