It turns out Jack’s father had an unexpected meeting in town and had come back for a few days. It was nice to have him around for a little while, but all he could think about was the feeling of his hand in between Mirnda’s legs, the way her mound felt through her panties, and that brief moment when he sucked on her nipple. These blissful and intense thoughts clouded his mind and nothing else mattered for those few days.
Mirnda took it all in her stride, reverting to her usual manner of being a warm, supportive parental figure without showing any sign to his father that she and Jack had shared some transgressive intimate moments. He wasn’t sure if any of it had meant anything to her, or if her free and easy ways made it natural for her to just do those sorts of things with her step-son, or perhaps anyone.
The afternoon of Jack’s dad’s unexpected arrival, he found Mirnda snoozing on the couch, wearing a long dress; not particularly revealing, but still pretty. Jack’s father was in the shower. He sat down next to her but she didn’t stir. He ran his fingers through her hair, as she always did to him, but she still didn’t respond. Jack put his hand on her shoulder, then, unable to forget their encounter from a few hours before, started to gently stroke her breast. She wriggled around.
“I’m not in the mood, honey,” Mirnds said and moved a little to cover herself up, then opened her eyes and saw him. “Oh,” she said, “it’s you.” Jack guess she thought it had been his dad, which made sense. Her response certainly had been revealing.
“And what exactly are you up to, young man?” Mirnda said in her usually mock-parental way. “Do you really want your father to see you sitting like this with his wife?”
“He’s in the shower, I can still hear it running,” Jack replied.
“That’s hardly the point.”
As was usually the case these days, Mirnda didn’t tell him “No,” exactly, but merely expressed that it was wrong. Jack put his hand on her shoulder again and she didn’t say anything, but actually moved her arm so she was no longer covering herself. Jack’s hand slipped to her breast. Mirnda didn’t say anything, so he softly began to caress her again, as he had done quite a few times by now. It still felt amazing to him, the most beautiful and exciting sensation in the world. She looked him in the eye and Jack could sense her desire.
“What do you think your father would do if he saw you doing that?” Mirnda said. Jack didn’t stop touching her, because as usual she didn’t tell him to stop. After a few moments, she said, “Are you still thinking about that girl?”
Jack understood that Mirnda had allowed him to touch her like this because Kazal had broken up with him, or used that as an excuse to allow him. It was obvious now that she liked this attention from him, but still wanted the excuse. He didn’t answer and gently squeezed her nipple through her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Mirnda wriggled around and let out a sigh. Jack went on touching her tit and she just lay there, watching him. “You know, Jack, I only let you touch me like this because you were sad about Kazal breaking it off with you,” Mirnda said.
“And what about that massage?” Jack asked, continuing to feel her up.
“Didn’t you have a sore back?”
Jack didn’t answer. Mirnda seemed to relax, and let her hand fall onto his leg. She gave his thigh a little squeeze, which felt wonderful. They looked at each other for a moment and then became aware that the water in the shower upstairs had stopped running.
“OK, then,” Mirnda said abruptly and got up. “I need to get ready. We’ve got company coming over then we’re all going out,” Mirnda said and trotted off perkily. Jack watched her as she left and he felt warm when she turned, smiled and waved.
