Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

"That's tough," Bob smiled, "when I'm not really sure what the problem is."

"You should enroll in our sex education class in high school," she giggled.

"Do you take a sex-education class?" he asked, feeling somewhat uneasy talking this intimately with her.

"Sure," she giggled. "We learn about everything from marital sex problems to technique."

"Maybe it's technique I need," he laughed, recalling how Diane ridiculed his sexual performances.

They drove the rest of the way home in silence, Bob's mind filled with thoughts of Diane. When they finally turned into the driveway, Robin was surprised to see Lance walking down the path to his car.

"Hi, Lance," she shouted, jumping out of the car and running over to him.

"Hi, Robin," he stammered.

"What are you doing here?" she smiled.

"I just stopped by to see if you're still going boating with me tomorrow," he answered, looking away.

"Sure," she giggled. "Come on in and have a Coke."

"No. I've gotta go."

"But you just got here," Robin laughed. "You're sure acting funny today."

"Don't be silly," he blushed, moving toward the car. "See you tomorrow."

"Lance," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "Can't we drive out to the river tonight and do a little fuckin'."

"Gee, honey," he stammered. "I don't feel too good this afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow."

Walking up the path to her house, Robin was confused with Lance's strange behavior.

"Hi, Mom," she smiled, walking into the kitchen where her mother was washing the breakfast dishes.

"Hello, baby," Diane smiled, her eyes shining brightly. "Did you have a nice day?"

Robin didn't answer. She just stared at her mother's radiant face. It was the same glow that had enveloped her when she returned from her session in the motel room with Charlie Crawford. Lance's strange behavior, the breakfast dishes in the sink and her mother's flushed, glowing face told Robin the whole story. She didn't need words and pictures to portray what Lance and her mother had been doing. The whole episode was very obvious to the stunned girl.

Leaving the kitchen, she hurried upstairs and threw herself on the bed. The hate she felt for her mother at that moment was the most intense emotion she'd ever experienced. She fully realized that her mother had an insatiable sex drive, but why must she ruin so many lives in her pursuit of sexual fulfillment?

She had taken Lance away from her, and was driving her stepfather away as well. It seemed strange, but Robin was more afraid of losing her stepfather than Lance. She couldn't bear the thought of Bob leaving and her mother taking another strange husband who would exclude Robin from their lives. God, how she wanted her stepfather to stay, but she realized that with her mother's attitude, there was nothing to make him want to stay. If there was only something that would make Bob want to stay. Robin realized that Bob sincerely liked her, but no man could possibly tolerate her mother just to raise a stepdaughter.

Then, an insane thought flashed through Robin's tortured mind. Why shouldn't he stay for his stepdaughter's sake if she gave him the love that he wasn't getting from his wife? As wild as the idea seemed at first, Robin kept thinking about it. Why wouldn't he stay if he could find the sexual warmth with Robin that he had craved so much from her mother? Robin knew that Bob only treated her as a child and daughter, and it would be tough to change the role to mistress. Not once had he ever made any advances or suggestive remarks to her that she could use as a wedge to change her role. It would be difficult to change the father-daughter image to one of lust, but Robin realized that she must.

Robin felt she could probably slowly change the relationship, but time was short. He could be leaving any day, and Robin would have to act quickly or it would be too late. She had to do it now, but how and where could she put her crazy idea into practice?

She suddenly remembered that he'd asked her to help him in the office tomorrow. This would give her the opportunity to spend the day alone with him in the empty building. She knew that no one ever showed up at the office on Saturdays.

Hurrying downstairs, she found her stepfather sitting in the den, staring blankly at the carpet.

"Bob," she grinned, hopping onto the arm of his chair. "Do you still want me to help you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I would like to help," he answered, "but I don't want to keep you away from your boating party."

"It's been called off," she lied. "There's something wrong with Lance's boat."

"I'd certainly appreciate it," he smiled.

"Then it's a deal," she said, kissing him on the cheek, letting her soft lips linger longer than usual.

Running upstairs, Robin quickly dialed Lance's home and his mother answered.

"Hi, Mrs. Woodward. This is Robin. May I speak to Lance?"

"He's taking a nap," his mother replied. "He came home awfully fired this afternoon. Can I take a message?"

"It's real important," Robin continued, knowing that the tired boy had been sucked and fucked out. "I'd appreciate it if you would wake him for me."

After a long wait she heard Lance's sleepy voice. "Lance," she said. "I want to talk to you about your boat."

"What about it?" he asked, annoyed at being disturbed.

"I want you to stick it up your ass," she replied. "What?" he gasped, now wide awake.

"You can stick it up your ass. I'm not going boating with you tomorrow."

"For Christ's sake," he muttered. "I'd planned on it."

"You can make other plans," Robin laughed. "Like what?" he asked, disgruntled. "Like coming over here and fucking my mother! Bob and I will be gone all day," she shouted, slamming the phone down.

Throwing herself back on the bed, Robin began planning her seduction of Bob. It was going to be one hell of a job changing her role from daughter to mistress in one day.

By the next morning, Robin had decided she would wear a dress in place of her usual jeans and T-shirt. Deciding not to wear panties or bra, she slipped a short, mini-dress over her otherwise naked body. After brushing her long, blonde hair until it shimmered like gold, she applied a light touch of lipstick and eye shadow, something she rarely did.

"Well, look at my pretty little girl this morning," Bob said as Robin stepped into the kitchen. "I didn't know you even owned a dress."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me," Robin giggled.

Driving downtown, Bob kept glancing over at the smooth, soft thighs below the hem of her short skirt. He hadn't realized that Robin had such lovely legs, but, of course, she never wore anything but jeans. There was something about the bare flesh of her thighs that vaguely disturbed him. The aroma of her perfume and the light make-up reminded him that she was maturing, and his stepdaughter would some day be a lovely woman. It bothered him that he would never have the opportunity of watching her grow up. Last night he had definitely decided that a divorce from Diane was the only way to solve their problems. It was funny, but he realized that he would miss Robin's warm companionship much more than he'd ever miss her mother. She had been like a real daughter to him for the past two years.

When they arrived at the office, they quickly went to work sorting out and properly filling the back orders. Bob couldn't understand why, but for the first time in his life, he was conscious of Robin's body. His eyes automatically followed her bare thighs when she moved around the spacious office, and he was very aware of her full, soft tits brushing against him when she leaned over his shoulder to pick up orders. He had never realized that Robin had so fully developed.

Robin was pleased with her progress up to this point. She had been aware that he was conscious of her as she moved around the room as sensually as possible. She had turned and bent and stooped to give him every opportunity to look at her lovely, bare legs. She had made certain that her breasts caressed against him every time she reached over his shoulder, and from little facial movements she could tell that he was very much aware of her soft boobs.