Time Well Spent
Jasmine keeps her guard up but her stepmother, Celia, tries to break the invisible barrier
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Jasmine slid out of bed, looked at the calendar on her phone, and saw how many days were left until she returned to the student apartment at Watomah University, and wished the uneasy feeling would go away.
The semester break was okay. Nothing terrible happened. But nothing great had happened, either.
There wasn’t enough snow to ski, and the ice rink was crowded. Friends were busy so she had wandered the shops alone after Christmas, even though Celia had offered to treat her to hot cocoa.
Looking in the mirror on the vanity and brushing her hair, she liked how her silky nightshirt fit tightly over her smallish breasts and how the fabric was comfy. It was one of Celia’s gifts, along with a cute skirt and sweater combination. And a couple of gift cards.
Jasmine always thought of her stepmother using her first name. Celia. Calling her “mother” seemed impossible.
There was only one woman who could ever have that title and years earlier, she had worried herself sick over the struggling family business and her own parents’ declining health. The pressure became severe enough that she decided to split the scene several years earlier. Jasmine’s dad, an architect working on a municipal project, spiraled into a depressive state.
Celia had yanked him out from the downward trajectory and seemed to bring him new life. Like last night as she walked by their bedroom and heard a series of deep groans, whimpers, and a sing-song chorus of, “Yeah” and “More.”
Jasmine imagined how they did it.
Was Celia on her hands and knees with her full ass high in the air or did she ride him on top with ample tits offered to her dad’s mouth? The thought fascinated Jasmine and she had lay in bed with fingers beneath her silk nightie, sliding in and out of her pussy, pleasuring her clit and thinking about the sounds of sex.
She had planned on going back to the apartment a few days before the new semester and looked forward to chatting with her roommate, Rachel, and seeing Evan at the next literature class and party. And, yet, mulling over Celia warmed her and was like a warning to not hurry away from home.
