My Stepmom is a Naughty Nurse

Dad pushed open my bedroom door and stepped inside. This was okay by me. Dad and I were very easy going as we went about the house. It was a big house, only two floors, but with four bedrooms on the 1st floor. On the ground floor there was another bedroom as well as a study/library and large lounge. People said that Dad and I rattled around in it, but we were happy with our home.

Dad had bought the house many years before, intending that the family would move into it. The family at that time was me and my sister, who was a year younger than me and my stepmom, whom Dad had married after my mother died. Unfortunately my stepmom had an affair with another man. My father was fifteen years older than my stepmom and she had succumbed to temptation ending up leaving my dad. Although my sister was only her stepdaughter, she had hit it off with my stepmom right from the start, whereas I had always been a daddy’s boy. It ended with my sister leaving to live with my stepmom and I stayed with Dad.

Dad paid maintenance for my sister, but didn’t have to pay much to maintain my stepmom. This was at a time when he wasn’t earning the big money that had come along with his research successes.

I was only ten when the breakup happened but I can’t say I missed my sister as we were always quarrelling when we were together. I now had a cynical view of the happy traditional American family of Mom and Pop and two kids. I currently had a very happy life just with Dad. There was no other family other than Dad’s younger sister, Auntie Val, who lived in the next county. We never saw her but she did exchange very affectionate cards with Dad at Christmas.

After the collapse of the marriage, Dad had rented out the big house he’d just bought, but a couple of years ago, coincidentally, he and I had to move out of our apartment just as the big house lost its tenants, so we temporarily moved in. However, we found we were perfectly comfortable in the big house and now didn’t see any reason to move.

Dad and I agreed everything together, even to the easy microwaveable meals we would stock the freezer with. We were both brainy nerds. I was studying a history degree and Dad was a very well paid scientist in the local research laboratories. In fact his pay had increased dramatically as rival commercial operators had tried to poach him. In the evenings we would often watch a documentary together in the lounge before we collected a book each from the study and disappeared to our bedrooms, mine upstairs, Dad’s opposite the study.

Dad and I both preferred books to computers. I even preferred looking at the porn magazines I kept in the drawer beside my bed, than watching porn videos. I noticed that Dad too had magazines hidden under his bed. I’d found them one day by accident. Looking at the titles of “Teen Teasers” and “Schoolgirl Sluts” it was clear what Dad was into. I, on the other hand, loved looking at voluptuous older women, the bigger the breasts the better. Teenage schoolgirls failed to turn me on and I had little interest in girls my own age.

It was a warm evening and Dad was dressed in just his boxers as he looked awkward standing at the entrance to my room. If I had been looking at my porn magazines as he’d opened the door I would have been annoyed, but as it was I was relaxing in my boxers with a book. I waited for him to speak.

“I’ve just been on the phone,” he explained. “It was Nancy.”

I waited for what he was going to say next. Nancy had been my stepmom for about six years. Dad and I had seen neither her nor my sister Daisy since the day they’d left home. I was shocked at her contacting us now.

“Apparently they’re homeless,” Dad continued. “Nancy says she lost virtually all of her savings through investing in Madoff Securities. She has loans outstanding which she’s paying off by working as a nurse but she can no longer pay the high rent of the apartment they’re in. Consequently they are now desperate for temporary accommodation until they find somewhere they can afford. She’s asked if we can put them up. I told her I would have to discuss it with you.”

“Dad!” I exclaimed, “You can’t be seriously considering helping them. You hate her, and Daisy has never visited you. You didn’t even get a letter from Daisy when you sent her those dollars for her birthday.”

“Junior, they are desperate. I said that we might be able to accommodate them until next Sunday, but you would have to agree.”

I bit my lip in frustration. I could see that Dad must have battled with himself before considering offering them temporary refuge. I knew that thousands of investors had lost money when Bernie Madoff confessed to running a Ponzi scheme, so I wasn’t surprised that Nancy had her fingers burnt.

“OK Dad,” I said with a sinking heart, “but only until next Sunday.”

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They said that most of their possessions had been placed in storage, but that clearly hadn’t referred to their clothes and personal belongings. Their luggage was strewn all over the hallway. There must have been twenty suitcases. They had been brought in by the drivers of the two taxis that had arrived together. With the taxis now departed, Nancy and Daisy stood together smiling as Dad and I waited to greet them.

With Dad being fifty four I calculated that Nancy must be thirty nine. She was still an attractive woman. With her dark hair tied back in a bun, her high cheekbones were shown as well sculptured under her pretty dark eyes. The loose dress she was wearing hid most of her figure but couldn’t hide her substantial breasts and generous backside. I wondered if she had kept her waist slim which would accentuate the size and shape of her tits and ass.

As I was just nineteen, I knew that my sister had just turned eighteen and she looked to have that teenage surliness which I knew would annoy me. Her jeans looked frayed on her rangy legs and her blonde hair fell irregularly on her blue blanched cotton top. She reminded me of the immature girls at my school and college. She took after my Mom. Her face looked very different to mine and it would only be a perceptive person who noticed any resemblance.

“Gregory, how are you?” Nancy gushed as she stepped towards Dad pulling him into her for a lingering kiss.

I could see Dad bristle and freeze as she touched him and he was clearly relieved as she stepped back.

“Give your father a kiss Daisy.” Nancy told my sister, who then stepped forward obediently, putting her arms around my surprised dad and kissing him on the lips.

This time Dad looked very flustered. He blushed a deep red and his breathing seemed quicker. This was not unnoticed by Nancy and my sister who seemed to wait momentarily for Dad to breathe normally before turning to me.

“Now Daisy, kiss your brother,” said Nancy with a smile.

I must have been stupid as I was not expecting this. Daisy stepped towards me and smiled as she kissed me full on the lips pulling me towards her. As Dad had been with Nancy earlier, I bristled and smiled tightly as I said “Hi,” as she pulled away.

“And now Junior,” said Nancy, using my childhood name which was still used by Dad, “Give your old Mom a kiss.”

With that she stepped towards me and, pulling me tightly to her generous body, kissed me lovingly on my lips. I could feel her large breasts pressing against me, and as her hips pressed forward I realized that her stomach was flat.

“Wow,” I thought, mesmerized as I stood staring at her as she and Daisy laughed and walked with a bag each upstairs.

A little later we all sat in the lounge as Nancy explained a bit more than we’d already learnt.

“I’m earning some money doing nursing,” she explained.

Although Dad and I knew she was a professional nurse when she was younger, we were surprised that she had kept up the qualification.

Nancy noticed our questioning looks and added in explanation, “I’m not doing qualified work now. It’s private nursing, you know, helping with day care etc.”

“Daisy has just finished her 12th grade, but she still attends school to use the library for preparation for university and uses the gym to practice her cheerleading moves.”

I could see Dad start to color up again at the thought of Daisy in a cheerleader’s costume, although I found it difficult to envisage her spending energy on something that wasn’t compulsory.

“Anyway,” Nancy continued, “this evening we are going to cook a meal for you.”

Dad looked concerned but I was excited. We had lived on microwave meals for the last nine years and I really fancied some home cooking.

Two hours later I realized why Dad had been reticent in showing his enthusiasm for our meal prepared by Nancy and Daisy. Nothing was right. I didn’t think it was possible to undercook potatoes but our cooks had managed it. The stew was greasy and it tasted as if both Nancy and Daisy had decided to add a generous helping of salt. I struggled on but eventually had to give up.

“Don’t you like it?” enquired a concerned Nancy.

“It’s delicious,” I said, “but I had just eaten some sandwiches when you arrived.”

“Don’t worry about cooking from now on,” said Dad hurriedly. “We have a large freezer full of ready meals that need eating up.”

“Enough for four of us?” enquired Nancy looking concerned.

“Definitely,” said Dad.

That evening Dad and I couldn’t watch the PBS History Program we’d planned as Nancy and Daisy were shrieking in hysterical laughter at a program about dancing dogs, so we went to our respective rooms, changed into our boxer shorts and read.

The next few days were pretty intolerable for Dad and me. The all American family unit had no attractions at all. Although we had a lot of rooms, the women’s voices seemed to fill them all. On top of that, my bedroom had a cupboard which had actually been built into the adjoining bedroom, where Nancy was sleeping. The walls of the cupboard were a thin cardboard and in my bedroom, if my cupboard door was open, I could hear every word in Nancy’s bedroom. It was soon clear to me that all was not as it seemed.