Tara

The scent of expensive coffee and something sweet, probably Tara’s homemade blueberry muffins, was the first thing that greeted Colt as he padded into the sprawling kitchen. The pre-dawn chill of the city still clung to him, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from the brightly lit room. He was 28, recently married, and yet, here he was, a guest in his own childhood home, now subtly reshaped by his father’s new wife.

His mother, Louann, had been gone two years, taken by breast cancer after 32 years of marriage to Doug. Doug, a titan in the financial world, had grieved deeply, but a year ago, Tara had entered their lives as dads live in girlfriend . She was 46 but the number felt like a cruel joke. She looked thirty, maybe. She was a force of nature, a vibrant, laughing woman with eyes that sparkled and a smile that could disarm anyone. And she was, as Colt’s baser thoughts constantly reminded him, a fucking knockout. Big breast, small waist and toned legs..she would put most 20 somethings to shame.

Tara was already at the kitchen island, humming softly as she arranged a platter of fruit. Her hair, a rich auburn, was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she wore a silk robe that hugged her curves beneath. She turned, her smile instantly brightening as she saw him.

“Colt! Good morning, sleepyhead. Coffee’s fresh, and I just pulled these muffins from the oven.” Her voice was like warm honey, always.

“Morning, Tara,” he managed, his throat a little dry. He poured himself a mug, the steam a welcome distraction. He’d spent the night here, as he occasionally did when an early meeting in the city made the commute from his own home impractical. It was a practical arrangement, one that often left him wrestling with deeply inappropriate thoughts.

She leaned against the counter, sipping her own coffee. “It’s going to be a scorcher today. What are you doing today? Perfect pool weather ya know” She paused, her gaze lingering on him. “You know, your dad never wants to come in. Says it messes up his hair, or some such nonsense.” She was saying in a conversational l gesture that made Colt think about it differently. “Are you going to wear your hot bikini Tara? I would stay and watch that!”

Tara paused...wondering what he was actually trying to say. Her better judgement saying she shouldn't go. "No Colt, I have a lot of things to catch up on. Maybe next time."

His heart hammered against his ribs. The implied intimacy of "your dad never wants to come in swimming. Did he misread her body language? Or was it all in his mind, as his 9-1/2” long and extremely thick cock was doing more of the thinking than his brain when he was around Tara. It was all a potent cocktail to his already troubled mind. He imagined her in a swimsuit, the way her body would move in the water, the way the sun would catch her skin. He’d spent countless hours in the dark, conjuring those very images.

“Uh, I… I should probably get going soon,” he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, but his voice cracked slightly.

Tara just laughed, a light, airy sound. “Nonsense. You’ve got plenty of time. A quick dip will wake you right up. I’ll swim next time.” She pushed off the counter, her silk robe swaying as her heavy breasts bounced as he watched her ass as she walked away, leaving Colt alone with the scent of muffins and the echo of her distant invitation.

He stood there, frozen, the coffee growing cold in his hand. His mind raced, a chaotic jumble of desire, guilt, and a desperate need for self-preservation. This was his father’s wife. His mother’s replacement and yet, the pull was undeniable, a dark, insistent hum beneath his skin.

He stood there for a long moment, the silence of the kitchen pressing in on him. The muffins sat untouched. The coffee was cold. He had averted a disaster, or at least, he had averted his disaster. The internal battle, however, was far from over. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that the images of Tara in that bikini would haunt his thoughts for days, perhaps weeks. He sets down his coffee and goes towards Tara's bedroom and quietly enters, startling Tara as she was completely nude, in all her glory as she was about to get dressed. Colt rushed to her and pressed his body tightly against hers up against the wall. This probably will end up being his ruin...but nothing can stop it from happening. He will make it happen... one way or the other.

He rushes in and pins her to the wall, as she is only wearing tiny lace panties. He quickly shoves them down and removes his swimsuit. Tara screams out "Colt you can't, what the fuck do you think you're doing. Stop!"

Tara...*"I'm your fathers wife Colt, your Step Mother. And besides your married too you pervert! You can't be suggesting what I think you are. Have you lost your mind?"