Beautiful Lesbians: Athletic Stepmother
My name is Jennifer but, everyone calls me Jen. My story begins in an economically depressed community in North Carolina. Most people lost their jobs when NAFTA (as Ross Perot predicted) sucked all of the jobs south to Mexico. We were lucky that we still managed to keep some NASCAR related jobs as well as some antique shops and amazing BBQ joints. . . and who can forget Bojangles?! As a teenager, I was so “bored of being bored!” However, I managed to escape “Small Town America” through sports and watching beautiful lesbians and solo masturbation sites on the internet.
My parents divorced early when he lost his high paying (for this part of the country) managerial job at the local textile plant. My father, Kenny had me one weekend per month during school and during the entire summer. Although it sucked living with my mother, I was able to escape through my yearly travel with my father. He took me on some really cool vacations and tried to make up for “lost time” since the courts (sure as hell, not me) decided I should live with my mother. She had an awesome attorney that I later found out “through the grapevine” was fucking to help pay her legal bills while screwing over my father.
In high school, I was considered cute but, not “hot” by any means. I was somewhat flat chested, tight bodied and very athletic. Most of my friends started to get bigger boobs (so it seemed) every time I saw them. For most, high school is a good or bad experience, rarely in the middle socially. Luckily, I had athletics on my side and it spiked my popularity, especially during basketball and track season. All of my girlfriends starting getting attention from boys by wearing slutty clothes and even sluttier makeup! Not me, I had no boyfriend and wore very little makeup. . . my mom told me I’d look like a cheap whore, one of the few times she was right!
Actually, most of the girls on my teams started having sexual experiences at age 14, 15, 16. . . way too young if you ask me! For the most part, I was a good girl as I didn’t want anything to impair my athletics. I guess I “rebelled” by touching myself in the shower after track practice for the first time during my junior year. While it felt kinda nice and tingly, deep down I knew there was something more. I was nervous about breaking my hymen if I tried to finger myself. . . perhaps, that was what I was missing. Besides, I heard from several of the “slutty girls” that it really hurt the first time.
I was committed to sports and decided to focus on that in lieu of self pleasure. In fact, I remained a virgin throughout high school. I figured most of the boys didn’t deserve to “to go all the way” with me and (now that I’m honest with myself) started to become bi-curious and as mentioned enjoyed looking at beautiful lesbians and watching lesbian movies on occasion.
After my senior year, I went to live my father as I usually did during the summer break. Only this time, I was staying for good as I earned a sports scholarship at a small private college located in the same town. He had finally gotten remarried to a very attractive and fit woman named Michelle who was an all-state swimmer in high school. I wasn’t thrilled to be sharing “our family time” with her but, I was still happy that he found someone. My mother treated him like shit while they were together.
I was impressed how my new stepmother accepted me without the typical, I’m the new wife/stepmother syndrome. We went shopping and did “girl things” together when the opportunity arose. I quickly noticed that she was nothing like my mother or in fact, anyone I had ever met. I really admired her spirit and outlook on life. Good job dad! During that summer, my body seemed to blossom almost overnight. My boobs were now something I could be proud of, not too big and not too small. My body had become more proportioned and I had an awesome tan that accentuated my toned body ready for college athletics.
Sometimes, I found myself staring into the mirror amazed at the “girl to woman” transformation my body had FINALLY undergone. I was getting ready for my first day of college and my new stepmother caught me posing in front of my mirror, taking a Selfie for absolutely no reason. “You need some help with that?” she asked. OMG, I was so embarrassed!Seriously honey, if I had that body, I might take a few pictures myself, she playfully added. Here, give me that phone. I was both freaked out and pleased (by all the attention) at the same time. I sheepishly handed over my cell phone and wondered just what I had done? I nervously uttered, well Michelle, I hope when I’m age, I have your body! I explained that I was taking photos so that I could compare my body to just a few months ago and apologized for catching me in the act.
Well, you have nothing to worry about Jen. I can speak from experience, she said. It might be because we are both athletes. I was a late bloomer myself but, once I became comfortable with my “entire body,” everything just seemed to fall into place. What you mean, “entire body,” I asked? Well Jen, since you are already taking photos, it might be best if I show you. . . you can even take an educational video if you like! Just promise NEVER to show it to anyone and erase it once you “Get It!” It will be our “woman law” secret. She then handed my cell phone back to me and proceeded to walk over to my bed. Before I knew it, she had started to remove her top and kicked of her shoes. She then turned around showcasing the best looking tits I had even seen. Holy fuck, are those real, I exclaimed?
Yes, now, not another word, I want you to focus on “how to enjoy being a woman,” even by yourself. She then slid down her tights revealing nothing but skin underneath. I wanted so bad to ask so many questions but, somehow I knew my naked ass better just stay quiet and pay attention!
